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Ryuu Ouma et Haruka Ouma Interactions: Natsuko Mizushima (via SMS) Le quartier autour de la résidence Ouma était assez standard pour la plupart. Même si vous n'êtes pas aussi près des autres quartiers, vous pouvez vous attendre à quelques bons matins que vous êtes parti pour le travail le matin, et quelques bons après-midi et comment était votre journée? À part ça, tout le monde a gardé pour lui-même, les adultes qui travaillent pour le travail, les enfants à l'école et les séjours à la maison, une bénédiction pour les gens comme la famille Ouma. Ayant terminé avec des conférences pour la journée et l'atelier étant entièrement pourvu pour la journée, Ryuu a eu la journée pour lui-même, donc il était ici, en visitant sa famille. Son père était au travail et Shu était à l'école, mais il voulait encore passer, ne serait-ce que pour passer le temps pendant que sa mère travaillait sur son article à la maison. Plaçant une tasse de café fraîche devant elle, elle sourit à son fils avec un merci tranquille alors qu'il prenait sa propre tasse à l'arrière de la porte. Alors qu'il était assis dans la porte ouverte, un chant électronique a attiré son attention. En prenant une autre grande bouche de café, il a posé la tasse sur son côté en tirant son smartphone de sa poche. L'écran s'éclairait à son contact alors qu'il soulevait l'application de messagerie, en lisant le texte de Natsuko. Son visage contorsant légèrement en désarroi au dernier commentaire, il dactylographia une réponse rapide. La 3e est un peu risquée, mais ça devrait aller. Je serai là aussi pour la course, quelqu'un a besoin de regarder votre dos là-bas après tout :P. PK pourrait être un problème tho. Je ne suis pas loin, tu veux que je passe à la boutique? Je peux être là dans 10 minutes.] Il s'est poussé de son siège et a drainé le dernier de son café, ignorant la légère brûlure dans sa gorge alors qu'il traversait la cuisine, plaçant sa tasse dans l'évier avant de retomber dans la pièce avant. Haruka a levé les yeux de son ordinateur portable, souriant légèrement à son fils aîné. -- Qui était-ce? "Juste un ami qui demande un rendez-vous plus tard." Un sourire taquin a glissé sur le visage de la femme aînée et Ryuu a retenu un soupir. Même dans ses années 40, la femme avait l'air de se comporter comme si elle avait encore 25 ans, surtout le taquinage. "Juste un ami, hein?" "Oui... C'était Natsuko, si vous devez savoir." Le sourire s'élargit et cette fois il soupire. Même si Natsuko était, comme il l'a dit, juste une amie, cela ne l'arrêterait pas maintenant qu'elle avait commencé à frapper sa foulée. Pire encore, il était seul, alors il n'avait personne pour la détourner vers... soupirant encore, Ryuu se préparait au pire.

Arashi Onahara Species: Human Appearance: Standing at 6'1, Arashi is quite tall even for his age, and his body is well toned from years of intensive training, first as a high school Kenjutsu club member and later as a CCG Ghoul Investigator. His frame is littered with a few small scars here and there but he has no major scarring, with a single exception. 5 deep scars mark his forearm on his right arm, as if torn away by a clawed hand, which he covered with bandages at all times. Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Raiden: A Katana made from the kakuhou of a high A-rank Ukaku ghoul formerly known as 'Thunderbird', the weapon is extremely sharp, able to easily cut through a ghoul's body and can pass an electrical current down the length of the blade to stun, wound or otherwise incapacitate a target. The gimmick of the weapon is its ability to split and retract the blade down its length and fire a volley of electrified projectiles from the space between the halves of the blade. Personality: Arashi has a personality best described as composed but cold. He is able to adapt to most situations quickly and is highly analytical during combat, but he often isolates himself from his colleagues and tries to avoid social situations as best he can. He prefers to spend his time training or researching, all with the goal to better understand and eliminate the ghouls. He is slow to anger, but he doesn't tolerate stupid mistakes or time wasted during an operation. He is very clear-cut with his opinions and cares very little about if they may upset or offend someone, deeming emotional responses to be pointless if they don't achieve anything. Under that shell, however, he is a broken man plagued with guilt. This guilt drives him to become the best investigator he can, as to prevent the tragedy that happened to him from reoccurring. He is prone to breaking down whenever he is alone, and was even borderline suicidal for a short time. The trauma of what happened spawned his compulsion to isolate himself, as to not lose anyone else close to him, as well as his desire to constantly become stronger. Biography: Born as Arashi Kurosaki, he grew up in the 20th ward, Nerima, with his parents Kai and Hinata and his 4 year older sister Ai, Arashi had a happy home life, especially with the arrival of Naomi a year later. That changed, however, when he was 8. His family was killed and eaten by a starving, raving ghoul, and he very nearly killed himself until a Ghoul Investigator stepped in. This same investigator, a First Class Investigator named Inori Onohana, then adopted Arashi and began grooming him as an prospective investigator. Despite this, He progressed well though his regular education and studied at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He achieved good grades and was a member of the school's Kenjutsu club, even serving as a mentor to one of his kouhai, Ryuu Ouma (mentioned below), as he was just starting out. The pair became close friends and they often kept in touch, even after he graduated at 18 and left to join the CCG's training academy. Assisted by Inori's grooming, Arashi graduated from the normally two year academy in a single year, gaining the rank of Rank 2 Investigator at age 19. On his first assignment, however, his team was decimated in an unexpected attack by an SS-rank ghoul and he barely made it out alive, leaving him scarred in the process. Fuelled by the rage of losing his team and guilt of being the only survivor, he began to isolate himself and his fighting became more brutal and merciless. Because of his brutal effectiveness, he rose to Rank 1 Investigator about a month before his 23rd birthday. It has been 9 months since his promotion. Ryuu Ouma Species: Ghoul Appearance: Ryuu stands at 6ft even when stood up, and has the body type of someone very active, but not having undergone any weight training, like a swimmer or archer. He typically wears a long, hooded red coat that falls just past his knees, with a dark grey t-shirt, black jeans and black laceless boots underneath. Ghoul Mask: An angular carbon-black mask with armoured plates bolted to the lower face, temples and either side of the forehead with reflective red one-way lenses. Decorated with two deeply engraved claw marks diagonally crossing the left eye/lens, painted red to stand out. Mask worn under hood, the lower face can be opened to allow feeding without removing the mask. Aliases: 'Ronin' Age: 22 Gender: Male Personality: Ryuu has a very calm personality, but still shows plenty of emotion. While not prone to outbursts, he is good at keeping his emotions in check, even under great stress, but his eyes are the most expressive part of his face and are a good indicator of how he's feeling for those attentive to detail. While not overly so, he is quite friendly with others, once you get past his light sarcasm and slightly dark humour. He is intelligent and likes things he can apply his mind to, such as playing chess in his spare time, but he tries to be humble about it. He also dislikes people that bully those weaker than them, as he believes everyone, ghoul or human, should be given a chance to make something with their lives rather than be downtrodden and held back because of something like privileges or disadvantages. When undergoing ghoul activities, he is quite open with his intelligence as he spends a lot of time trying to outsmart and hide from the CCG, so he usually has a backup plan for anything that might go wrong. He is also quite honourable with his opponents, often refusing to fight an unarmed Investigator or much weaker ghoul. Despite this, if his life or someone close to him is threatened, he will fight to kill. This attitude, coupled with the stolen katana Quinque (details below), lead to the CCG assigning him the alias 'Ronin'. He has a respectful attitude towards the dead, and hates meaningless death, but will still eat the corpses of his enemies for sustenance. Biography: Originally born in the 3rd ward, he and his parents, Kurosu (His father, a Bikaku) and Haruka (His mother, a Ukaku), moved to the 20th ward when he was 6, after the birth of his younger brother Shu (a rare Bikaku/Ukaku Chimera). In an attempt to seem more human, the Ouma family took up normal jobs as a chemist and a newspaper journalist respectively, while the two brothers enrolled at school. Taught by their parents to hide their ghoul nature, they survived on the corpses of suicide victims and leftovers from other ghouls. Ryuu progressed smoothly through his education, eventually enrolling at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He took an interest in swords and swordplay and quickly signed up for the Kenjutsu club, where he was paired with his upperclassman Arashi Onohana (mentioned above). The two became close friends, but Ryuu was always extremely cautious in hiding his ghoul nature from the older boy. When he graduated from high school, he enrolled at Tokyo Institute of Technology in the 9th ward, on an advanced 6-year Engineering degree and is currently still studying there. As he grew up, he was careful to avoid the eye of the CCG, like he was taught by his parents, primarily feeding from left over corpses and suicide victims. When he moved to the 9th ward, however, he began to hunt for his own food, mainly other predatory ghouls and undesirable humans like Yakuza or gangsters. Because of this, he has had more than a few run-ins with the CCG. In his first encounter, he was nearly killed by a young investigator as he was trapped in a series of narrow corridors, meaning he couldn't effectively use his Kagune. When he finally managed to defeat the investigator, he claimed the investigator's katana quinque as a trophy of his survival. He has since had a few more run-ins, each time resulting in either victory or a narrow escape, sometimes even collecting his defeated enemy's quinque as a token of victory. He earns some money as a motorcycle mechanic in the 9th ward when not on campus or out hunting, and owns a 2015 Kawasaki Ninja H2R, modified to be road legal. He enjoys riding as a recreational activity and competitive (and illegal) street racing, as well as commuting between his apartment and the university or just getting around in general. He knows his way around a motorcycle like the back of his hand, having been riding and repairing since he was 17, so he can hot-wire one in an emergency, if need be. Rating: A Kagune: Ryuu's kagune is unusual for its type as it is an purple silver Bikaku taking the form a long blade connected to the base of his spine by a line of crystalline armoured plates covering his spine and travelling down his right arm. This blade encases his right arm and is extremely sharp able to cut though most other types of kagune with enough effort (barring Koukaku, of course). Although he can slightly change its length, the blade is usually about 6ft long and thusly unsuited to indoor fighting because of its large size. To cover this, Ryuu collects quinques from fallen investigators. So far, he has collected two folding straight-bladed shortswords, a large dagger and a simple but very sharp katana, which is his first and primary weapon. RC Type: Bikaku

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japon Tokyo, 3ème Ward C'est le café de Strangelove. Akihiko avait accepté de se rencontrer dans un café que son camarade de classe avait recommandé. Heureusement, c'était aussi un café où il savait que les goules allaient, alors il se sentait soulagé de ne pas avoir à se forcer à manger cette nourriture humaine dégoûtante. Il a appris à tolérer de manger quelques choses pour garder ses traces propres au cas où quelqu'un soupçonnait, mais s'il pouvait l'éviter, il le ferait. Une fois l'autre gars arrivé, ils ont commencé à discuter du nouveau projet majeur que le professeur leur a assigné. C'était assez complexe, mais il avait passé beaucoup de temps à déchiffrer ce qu'il fallait faire. Techniquement, il avait dit non en aidant ce gars, car il avait la réputation d'avoir lâché les autres pour faire du travail, mais a décidé de rompre un accord avec lui. S'il l'a aidé avec le projet, alors le gars devrait lui acheter une cafetière spéciale qu'il voulait depuis le plus longtemps. La grande chose à propos de fréquenter une université nationale était que beaucoup d'humains riches ont assisté, donc ajouter le fait que celui-ci était stupide dans ses études Akihiko a pris ses chances. Le gars a facilement accepté, et c'est ainsi qu'ils ont fini dans le café. Cependant, à mi-chemin de la discussion sur la façon dont il avait compris le projet, le gars a dû partir, et a demandé s'ils pourraient se rencontrer plus tard. Bien sûr, Akihiko n'avait pas de plaintes. Il pourrait s'asseoir, et profiter d'un café pendant que les gens regardent. Au moins, c'était son plan jusqu'à ce que des troubles sur le balcon de la boutique se produisent, et les gens brouillaient pour comprendre ce qui se passait. Être curieux de l'agitation dans laquelle il se fondait avec la foule pour voir ce qui se passait, et quand l'ambulance est venue, il savait. Un bref regard sur le gars dans la civière tenant sa poitrine a donné un signe clair d'une crise cardiaque. Un autre ghoul a été victime de cet horrible virus. Japon Tokyo, 20ème Ward ~ Magasin d'électronique ~ Je regarde autour de moi pour voir où ce magasin d'électronique était Akihiko soupiré. Son téléphone avait foiré ces derniers jours maintenant, donc il a décidé de sauter une période de classe pour voir ce qui pouvait être fait à ce sujet. La compagnie avec laquelle il avait le téléphone était à 30 minutes en voiture. Il pouvait prendre les transports en commun, mais il devait manquer toute la journée de cours ainsi que de manquer le travail parce que la compagnie ayant marché dans les marches sont moins importants que les rendez-vous précédents. C'était compréhensible, mais s'il pouvait l'éviter, il le ferait. C'est pour ça qu'il cherchait un magasin d'électronique dont un camarade de classe lui a parlé. S'ils pouvaient l'aider avec son téléphone, alors il serait toujours reconnaissant. Passant par un écran de verre, il s'est arrêté, et a marché en arrière pour voir les nouvelles du matin à la télévision. Ils parlaient du virus qui n'est pas officiellement lié à la mort des goules, mais qui a réussi à le vacciner. "Chéri." Seuls les humains reçoivent les soins médicaux et la protection de la GCC. De nous à cette...ridicule. Cherchant à voir quel genre de magasin c'était Akihiko s'est rendu compte que c'était l'endroit qu'il recherchait, et a pratiquement claqué la porte ouverte alors qu'il marchait vers elle. "Hé!" Il a dit au mâle derrière le comptoir. "Pouvez-vous m'aider avec mon téléphone?" Il est passé au comptoir et a posé son téléphone. "L'écran reste noir quand je ne le verrouille même pas. Tu pourrais arranger ça? Ça ne me dérange pas de le laisser ici! » Le gars derrière le comptoir a été choqué pendant une seconde comme Akihiko était entré soudainement. Il a lentement pris le téléphone, et l'a regardé avant de le remettre. "Je peux y jeter un coup d'œil, mais" Il se leva, s'approcha d'un papier, puis s'assit en lui remettant le papier. "Pour résumer, cela vous empêche de me poursuivre si vous pensez que j'ai volé, modifié, piraté, mis un virus, ou fait beaucoup d'autres choses ridicules sur votre téléphone." Akihiko a demandé un stylo, et a signé le papier. "Très bien", le gars a attrapé le journal. "Il faudra 30 minutes pour le regarder, alors reviens dans 30 minutes." Akihiko a hurlé, mais avant qu'il ne quitte le gars a appelé à lui. "Il y a un café de l'autre côté de la rue si vous voulez attendre." Bien sûr, il a décidé d'aller au café pour attendre. Dans son sac à dos il y avait quelques livres à lire, donc il passait son temps à lire en attendant. En entrant dans le café, il a souri pendant qu'il sentait l'arôme de café. Il est monté au comptoir avec la caissière perky, et a demandé un certain café. Elle sourit, il lui donna l'argent, elle lui donna la monnaie, et il prit un numéro. Sa chance s'y termina cependant alors qu'il se tourna pour voir beaucoup de tables occupées. Pendant une seconde, il envisagea de retourner à l'école, et de laisser son téléphone jusqu'à plus tard, mais se décida contre elle. En regardant autour de lui, il a remarqué quelqu'un assis seul, donc il est allé vers lui en espérant que le gars ne serait pas ennuyé d'avoir quelqu'un assis à la même table. "Hé", Akihiko s'est débarrassé de la gorge. "Je peux m'asseoir ici?"

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku

Kaito Mori Le son d'une voix inconnue semblait finalement briser le mec spectacleé de sa transe. La tablette dans ses genoux s'est un peu effondrée alors qu'il s'est tordu le cou pour regarder le propriétaire de ladite voix, et donner un clin d'œil avec un sourire décontracté. "Oh, oui, bien sûr, allez-y. Donne-moi juste une seconde..." En plaçant la tablette sur la table, Kaito repoussa un peu sa chaise pour rapidement mettre ses jambes dedans et les mettre sous la table proprement dite. Sa manche sur la main en essuyant un peu de saleté sur la table. "Désolé que j'ai un peu de terre partout. Mes chaussures ont traversé l'enfer parce que j'aime marcher dans la plupart des endroits. Bien que ce soit peut-être parce que je fais toujours sauter mon argent de bus sur des conneries aléatoires. Je suis un peu nul d'épargner." Une fois de plus, assis dans sa propre chaise, il s'est penché pour voir le nouveau venu. "Mon nom est Kaito au fait, quel est le vôtre?"

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japon Tokyo, 20ème Ward Del Real Cafe Alors que le gars a posé sa tablette sur la table Akihiko a rapidement regardé ce qui était dessus, mais a regardé en arrière l'homme alors qu'il a fini d'essuyer la table vers le bas. Crimes de Ghoul... donc, il sait au moins pour les Ghouls. Akihiko sourit, et prit place en face de la personne. Jetant un coup d'œil sur la personne qu'il a réalisé que le gars était en fait un enfant, et il a supposé qu'il était du collège au mieux. Soit il sautait, soit... soit il sautait les cours. Comme il a enlevé son sac à dos le numéro qu'il avait pour sa commande a été appelé, il a donc tenu un doigt à l'adolescent alors qu'il s'est levé pour aller chercher son café. Il allait en acheter un pour son nouveau compagnon, mais il s'y est opposé. Retour à la table Akihiko a posé son café. "Kaito est un garçon bien nommé." Assis, il tendit la main pour serrer la main de Kaitos. "Mon nom est Akihiko. "Akihiko Takeshi." Il a dit avec un sourire sur le visage.

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku

Kaito Mori S'étirant les bras au-dessus de sa tête, le plus court « dix » s'inhala dans le nez. "Eh bien Akihiko Takeshi, ton nom aussi est joli." Il a pris l'appât. Tout le monde pense que j'en ai douze sur la première impression... et là, je pensais que les sacs sous mes yeux m'achèteraient quelques années de plus. Je pense que Haru était le seul à avoir deviné ce qu'il fallait. En effet, si l'on regardait assez près, il y aurait une petite masse de peau fatiguée sous les yeux trompeurs de l'enfant long poilu. Bien que ce serait un peu difficile à dire avec la partie inférieure de ses lunettes cadres les bloquant de la vue. Traversant ses bras, Kaito leva sa jambe pour la traverser sur son genou et lui retourna le sourire. "Alors, qu'est-ce que tu fais ici en plein milieu de la journée? Tu ne devrais pas être toujours en cours? Vous êtes dans le collage, n'est-ce pas?"

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

Japon Tokyo, 20ème Ward Del Real Cafe La cloche du café sonnait avec un chant doux alors que le nouveau patron entrait dans le magasin, il ornait une veste en cuir noir, ornée de deux rayures blanches sur les manches et d'œuvres d'art tribales rouges sur le dos, son sweat blanc soufflait doucement pendant que la brise finale le frappait, dissimulant momentanément son visage avant de le baisser, révélant ses cheveux bruns. Ajustant sa veste et son sweat à capuche, il fit un tabouret près du comptoir et s'assit, un agréable sourire sur son visage alors qu'une des serveuses venait prendre sa commande. Elle sentait la lavande avec un soupçon de fraise. Son autre parfum engloutit son nez alors qu'il hurlait d'un merci avant que le sourire ne s'efface de son visage à quelque chose de plus stoïque alors qu'il scannait la pièce. Parmi les humains il y avait quelques goules et il les a rapidement choisis. Un enfant aux cheveux bruns et aux lunettes était assis avec un autre homme aux cheveux noirs. Il n'était pas là pour se présenter, mais il n'aimait certainement pas être si loin de son pupille sans quelqu'un qu'il connaissait dans le pupille qu'il entra. Malheureusement, il avait perdu son un ami dans la salle à un autre goul donc il était seul. Il va et vient dans sa tête pour savoir s'il doit ou non aller se présenter ou les laisser découvrir qui il était avant de dire quelque chose, de toute façon, il ne s'est pas rendu compte qu'il s'est espacé tout en regardant dans leur direction et a rapidement annoncé ses yeux quand la réalisation a commencé sur lui. Avec un soupir, il s'est levé et a fait son chemin vers eux avec son café, un faux sourire sur son visage. "Quelques cafés, hein? Jamais trouvé un endroit qui pourrait faire un bon Columbian Dark Roast jusqu'à celui-ci. Je suis désolé de ne pas vouloir interrompre votre conversation. Je peux me joindre à vous? Mon nom est Katsuo au fait." Sa voix était douce et accueillante, bien que sa personnalité et son comportement soient un peu différents de cela. Au moins à cette proximité, ils sauront qu'il était l'un d'eux, un autre ghoul qui vivait aussi dans les épreuves de ce monde cruel.

Katsuo Susano Sinister Species: Ghoul Ghoul Mask: Katsuo was not one for what he considered "cartoonish" masks. His mask is, by definition, one of a kind with a rather intimidating and creepy secret. Having given the maker of this mask special "cow hide" for the cover on top of the uncleansed dried blood on the surface, this metal made piece is a unique and scary addition to his appearance. Age: 25 Gender: Male Personality: As polite and nice as he is, he keeps people at arm's length as he has a bit of a trust issue. However, once one gets close to him they learn about his true nature. He is violent, cold and none too remorseful in his actions. But besides this he is cunning and calculating. Never making the same mistake twice, or at least as much as possible. One will also learn that he does have a slightly crazy mind as he has come up with the idea that this disease has CCG involvement. Biography: WIPGrowing up was an interesting thing for Katsuo as his parents were avid hunters. Not like those who go into the woods with a rifle to hunt deer. No, his parents were ghouls, hunting their prey amidst the concrete jungle of Tokyo, specifically, ward 3, near the boarders of ward 4 and 1. Sinister's parents were high on the CCG hit list, having each earned a rank SS due to their violent history and cocky arrogance in hunting within the 3rd ward, CCG's homefront. This earned them the moniker "The Phantoms of the Third", one that was held highly within the ghoul community. His parents began teaching him at a young age on the techniques of hunting, be quiet, be quick and be gone as soon as the kill is made. After much intensive "field training", he had earned his first kill by age eight, a low ranked CCG investigator out on patrol with a more senior investigator. His parents assumed it was for field training, much like for their own flesh and blood. The Phantoms taking down the more experienced one with little resistance. Moving away from this for a brief moment. One must not forget that he was still a citizen of Japan and as such still required to go to school, reluctantly of course. He would wonder why he would need to learn about the history of a country that considers them sub-human, borderline demonic in his opinion. His parents reminded him that as long as he remained in this world he would have to do what everyone else did; Go to school as the humans did, work as the human's did and socialize as they did. The metaphorical wolf in sheep's clothing befitting of the boy. And, as many young children in school found it hard to concentrate in school. He was distracted not due to his lack of focus to the class or subject at hand. No, he found those classes interesting, specifically history and English class. His distraction was because of his classmates. He would contemplate new tactics, better was to make him a much more efficient hunter like his parents and...going as far as how to kill his classmates. Moving back into his history... As well as his parents being considered "The Phantoms of Ward 3" and its other variations, they worked with a group called the Naysayers, a small conglomerate of smalltime Ghouls gangs whose focus was the suppression of the CCG and its supporters. Even other ghoul groups who wished simply for neutrality were potential targets as they refused to support their cause. Its other constituents included The Six Suns, Black Lotus Syndicate, Children of Crescent Street and then his Parents as symbols for the group. Time had went on and he slowly earned his own moniker, Spectre. For a long time they were a dominant threat to the CCG and even more so to those who refused to back them. It wasn't until the Owl Suppression Operation did the tides turn. As well as taking on the One Eyed Owl, a small team of Investigators began cracking down on the Naysayers. The Six Suns had fought to the death, The Children of Crescent Street disbanded after 3 of their members were captured and two others killed and finally the Black Lotus Syndicate disappeared with him and his family. Months had gone by when the crackdown happened and the heat with it too had subsided. However, patrols had been upped just in case of any waves caused by the operation. These extra patrols had soon managed to capture one of the Syndicate's members. Kurosuchi Masamura, "Kujo" as he was called by his parents, was captured. He was the closest person to a brother he had but was the first to cause the mistrust that he now has for people. The man pleaded with the CCG to let him and his friends go and in return give up the location of the Phantoms of the Third Ward. They agreed to these terms and followed Kujo back to the hideout where the slaughter of those inside commenced. Katsuo was lucky enough to escape but not before finding out who betrayed them. Kujo was set free but the rest of them killed like dogs, to which Kujo pleaded with them to stop as they promised to spare them. The response he was given, "The CCG does not make promises with monsters." Fast forward to the most recent events unfolding amongst the wards, he has come to the conclusion that the CCG are behind the deaths of the thousands of ghouls dying from the virus. Overall he has to now not only find Kujo and kill him for his betrayal, but the CCG members responsible as well, all the while fighting to survive this virus plaguing the wards. Rating: A+ ? Kagune: capable of forming on either side of his shoulders, his kagune is an interesting one as its appearance is similar to a bikake. It forms through tendril like extensions that congeal and make the large blade as seen in the picture. Besides bladed weaponry, he is capable of making claws, a mace like extremity, something he calls "a whip fist" and shielding. it is for the most part black with purple and red hues thrown about. RC Type: Koukaku

M. Noriko Ihei (Royaume-Uni de Grande-Bretagne et d'Irlande du Nord) Une femme à tête rouge portant une tenue décontractée et des gants l'a fait traverser la passerelle bondée; une mallette en argent dans sa main. Tout est tellement plus calme ici. Je me demande si de bons restaurants sont ouverts... En regardant autour de lui, ses yeux étaient attirés par un taxi qui s'est arrêté à proximité. Un adolescent qui semblait étranger est sorti. Pourquoi quelqu'un voudrait-il partir en vacances ici? Et seul... c'est juste un enfant. Il a probablement 18 ou 19 ans et il se porte mûrement. Pourtant... Maintenant pris jusqu'à l'adolescence, la femme se glisserait occasionnellement à côté de lui, "Vous n'êtes pas d'ici, n'est-ce pas?"

Noriko Ihei Species: Half-Human Age: 27 Gender: Female Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Rekka. A shuriken type weapon that can be used at range. Personality: Noriko is strong of body and mind, and takes it upon herself to look after other CCG investigators, especially the junior members. She is perceived as quiet and motivated by her job, however she will open up to a choice few. The red-head is reserved and keeps her poise, thus keeping relations at a professional level. Raised with the pretense that everyone is dangerous, Noriko finds it difficult to truly trust another. Despite this upbringing, she does not live in constant paranoia, and understands that alliances are necessary. This investigator's loyalties lie with the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Having been raised by them, she came to realize that while not all ghouls are dangerous, the CCG is designed to protect the greater good, saving countless people. As such, the CCG continues to have her support. Biography: Being born and raised in the Sunlit Garden, Noriko was molded into a talented Ghoul Investigator.

Delsin Grey En regardant de l'écran lumineux de l'appareil cellulaire, l'adolescent jade regarda vers la femme qui s'était approchée de lui. Son bras s'abaissant sur son côté comme il a hurlé. "Oui. Je suis ici en tant qu'étudiant en échange à l'Université de Tokyo. J'essaie juste de trouver mon chemin. Vivez-vous dans cette salle?" Le regard de Delsin commença alors à prendre pleinement la forme de la femme, l'attention étant attirée sur le cas dans sa prise en main. Je crois que j'ai déjà vu cette mallette... Elle n'est pas habillée comme si elle allait au travail ou n'importe où...

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japon Tokyo, 20ème Ward Del Real Cafe Akihiko allait répondre au jeune homme jusqu'à ce que quelqu'un d'autre s'approche de sa table. Un gars plus âgé de ce qu'Akihiko pouvait voir, mais il était très amical envers eux. "Le café a un goût différent de celui des autres magasins, donc oui, le café est excellent jusqu'à présent." Il a donné un sourire à ce type. Il allait le laisser s'asseoir à la table, mais s'est souvenu que ce n'était pas sa table d'accepter les gens, alors il a hurlé vers Kaito. "Ce n'est pas ma table, alors s'il le veut bien, je n'ai aucune plainte." Même s'il avait eu l'impression que le gars était amical, Akihiko sentait que quelque chose n'allait pas chez lui. Il se sentait un peu mal à l'aise, donc si Kaito acceptait alors Akihiko s'efforçait de voir ce qui lui donnait ce sentiment étrange. Il savait qu'il n'avait pas rencontré le gars avant, donc ce n'était pas que le gars avait un peu de bœuf avec lui ou quelque chose comme ça. Quoi que ce soit, il était curieux, mais il se demandait si Kaito avait ressenti la même chose. Peut-être pas, peut-être que c'est juste moi.

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku

Kaito Mori Twistant son cou pour regarder à gauche vers le nouveau venu, le "teen" envoûté regarda Katsuo de haut en bas pendant un moment, avant de agiter une main et de gesticuler vers une chaise vide. "Bien sûr, taisez-vous. On parlait un peu de la façon dont on s'est retrouvés ici aujourd'hui. Moi, c'est parce que j'ai besoin de caféine ou je pourrais ne pas fonctionner pour le reste de la journée. J'ai passé quelques longues nuits récemment." Bien que Kaito semblait se présenter dans un manoir calme et décontracté, ses pensées intérieures racontaient une histoire différente. Ses sourcils sillonnent un peu pendant qu'il commence à taper ses doigts sur la table. Je ne suis pas populaire aujourd'hui? Je ne suis pas trop inquiet pour Akihiko, mais cet autre gars fait semblant. Tu n'aurais pas besoin de faire semblant d'amitié à moins d'avoir quelque chose à cacher. Je me demande quel est son angle?

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

M. Noriko Ihei (Royaume-Uni de Grande-Bretagne et d'Irlande du Nord) "Un étudiant en échange? Tu as choisi le pire moment. J'espère qu'ils t'ont fait mettre tous tes plans à jour? La plupart des universités le font. Vous savez, le vaccin contre la méningite est assez important... il est très facile de le contracter dans un environnement de dortoir. » Secouant la main, elle s'est arrêtée avant de répondre à sa question : « Annyyyyyway, non je ne vis pas ici. En fait, j'ai un appartement dans le 1er Ward, mais je me suis dit que depuis que je pars aujourd'hui, je pourrais aussi bien aller voir un endroit qui n'est pas infecté par le virus." Un sourire a croisé son visage, "De toute façon, désolé, je suis Noriko. Tu veux que je te montre à Todai?"

Noriko Ihei Species: Half-Human Age: 27 Gender: Female Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Rekka. A shuriken type weapon that can be used at range. Personality: Noriko is strong of body and mind, and takes it upon herself to look after other CCG investigators, especially the junior members. She is perceived as quiet and motivated by her job, however she will open up to a choice few. The red-head is reserved and keeps her poise, thus keeping relations at a professional level. Raised with the pretense that everyone is dangerous, Noriko finds it difficult to truly trust another. Despite this upbringing, she does not live in constant paranoia, and understands that alliances are necessary. This investigator's loyalties lie with the Commission of Counter Ghoul. Having been raised by them, she came to realize that while not all ghouls are dangerous, the CCG is designed to protect the greater good, saving countless people. As such, the CCG continues to have her support. Biography: Being born and raised in the Sunlit Garden, Noriko was molded into a talented Ghoul Investigator.

Delsin Grey Le commentaire de l'horribleté des voyages chronométrés n'a fait que shrug Delsin alors qu'il traversait ses bras. "Oui, je sais. J'ai beaucoup compris. C'était impossible pour moi de reprogrammer cela." Une expression légèrement confuse a pris son visage alors qu'il regardait vers l'avant. "Bien que tu sois le premier à m'avertir de la méningite. D'habitude, c'est juste des avertissements sur Shi no te que j'entends." En retournant vers la femme qui a commencé à sourire, l'adolescente aux cheveux ensanglantés a rendu le geste. "Oui, ce serait génial. Je vous remercie. Je suis Delsin." Marcher en silence pendant un moment ou deux, Delsin regardait les rues bondées devant. Les yeux s'assombrissent dans la pensée. -- Donc, la seule chose que j'ai entendue, c'est ce qu'il y a aux infos... A-t-il vraiment été si mauvais ici?

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

Japon Tokyo, 20ème Ward Del Real Cafe "Merci." Il a fait un léger clin d'œil alors qu'il s'asseyait, prenant une gorgée de son café comme il l'a fait. Il a jeté un coup d'œil sur celui avec les lunettes. Son sourire n'a pas fléchi, mais il a ouvert les yeux légèrement pour voir le gars. C'était étrange, d'habitude c'était lui qui donnait à quelqu'un un air de méfiance. C'était surréaliste d'être au bout de la réception. Il s'est cogné un peu avant de regarder à la télé, notant que d'autres goules ont été tuées par la vaccination en raison de crises cardiaques. La nouvelle venait de laisser un goût aigre dans sa bouche alors que sa charade tombait légèrement si l'on pouvait voir la subtilité de la mâchoire. Inconsciemment boucher "Grand...plus mort". Il soupira avant de regarder les deux autres. Il est resté en silence un moment avant de regarder en arrière. "Que faites-vous tous les deux en dehors de la boutique? Qu'est-ce que tu fais pour gagner ta vie?"

Katsuo Susano Sinister Species: Ghoul Ghoul Mask: Katsuo was not one for what he considered "cartoonish" masks. His mask is, by definition, one of a kind with a rather intimidating and creepy secret. Having given the maker of this mask special "cow hide" for the cover on top of the uncleansed dried blood on the surface, this metal made piece is a unique and scary addition to his appearance. Age: 25 Gender: Male Personality: As polite and nice as he is, he keeps people at arm's length as he has a bit of a trust issue. However, once one gets close to him they learn about his true nature. He is violent, cold and none too remorseful in his actions. But besides this he is cunning and calculating. Never making the same mistake twice, or at least as much as possible. One will also learn that he does have a slightly crazy mind as he has come up with the idea that this disease has CCG involvement. Biography: WIPGrowing up was an interesting thing for Katsuo as his parents were avid hunters. Not like those who go into the woods with a rifle to hunt deer. No, his parents were ghouls, hunting their prey amidst the concrete jungle of Tokyo, specifically, ward 3, near the boarders of ward 4 and 1. Sinister's parents were high on the CCG hit list, having each earned a rank SS due to their violent history and cocky arrogance in hunting within the 3rd ward, CCG's homefront. This earned them the moniker "The Phantoms of the Third", one that was held highly within the ghoul community. His parents began teaching him at a young age on the techniques of hunting, be quiet, be quick and be gone as soon as the kill is made. After much intensive "field training", he had earned his first kill by age eight, a low ranked CCG investigator out on patrol with a more senior investigator. His parents assumed it was for field training, much like for their own flesh and blood. The Phantoms taking down the more experienced one with little resistance. Moving away from this for a brief moment. One must not forget that he was still a citizen of Japan and as such still required to go to school, reluctantly of course. He would wonder why he would need to learn about the history of a country that considers them sub-human, borderline demonic in his opinion. His parents reminded him that as long as he remained in this world he would have to do what everyone else did; Go to school as the humans did, work as the human's did and socialize as they did. The metaphorical wolf in sheep's clothing befitting of the boy. And, as many young children in school found it hard to concentrate in school. He was distracted not due to his lack of focus to the class or subject at hand. No, he found those classes interesting, specifically history and English class. His distraction was because of his classmates. He would contemplate new tactics, better was to make him a much more efficient hunter like his parents and...going as far as how to kill his classmates. Moving back into his history... As well as his parents being considered "The Phantoms of Ward 3" and its other variations, they worked with a group called the Naysayers, a small conglomerate of smalltime Ghouls gangs whose focus was the suppression of the CCG and its supporters. Even other ghoul groups who wished simply for neutrality were potential targets as they refused to support their cause. Its other constituents included The Six Suns, Black Lotus Syndicate, Children of Crescent Street and then his Parents as symbols for the group. Time had went on and he slowly earned his own moniker, Spectre. For a long time they were a dominant threat to the CCG and even more so to those who refused to back them. It wasn't until the Owl Suppression Operation did the tides turn. As well as taking on the One Eyed Owl, a small team of Investigators began cracking down on the Naysayers. The Six Suns had fought to the death, The Children of Crescent Street disbanded after 3 of their members were captured and two others killed and finally the Black Lotus Syndicate disappeared with him and his family. Months had gone by when the crackdown happened and the heat with it too had subsided. However, patrols had been upped just in case of any waves caused by the operation. These extra patrols had soon managed to capture one of the Syndicate's members. Kurosuchi Masamura, "Kujo" as he was called by his parents, was captured. He was the closest person to a brother he had but was the first to cause the mistrust that he now has for people. The man pleaded with the CCG to let him and his friends go and in return give up the location of the Phantoms of the Third Ward. They agreed to these terms and followed Kujo back to the hideout where the slaughter of those inside commenced. Katsuo was lucky enough to escape but not before finding out who betrayed them. Kujo was set free but the rest of them killed like dogs, to which Kujo pleaded with them to stop as they promised to spare them. The response he was given, "The CCG does not make promises with monsters." Fast forward to the most recent events unfolding amongst the wards, he has come to the conclusion that the CCG are behind the deaths of the thousands of ghouls dying from the virus. Overall he has to now not only find Kujo and kill him for his betrayal, but the CCG members responsible as well, all the while fighting to survive this virus plaguing the wards. Rating: A+ ? Kagune: capable of forming on either side of his shoulders, his kagune is an interesting one as its appearance is similar to a bikake. It forms through tendril like extensions that congeal and make the large blade as seen in the picture. Besides bladed weaponry, he is capable of making claws, a mace like extremity, something he calls "a whip fist" and shielding. it is for the most part black with purple and red hues thrown about. RC Type: Koukaku

Mizushima Natsuko Natsuko a pressé le cul de la cigarette dans le cendrier sous son pouce, à peine même en regardant comme elle s'est écrasée et l'a tordu vers et vers. À l'intérieur de l'atelier derrière les deux mécaniciens, les outils revenaient lentement à leur travail - sans doute, la pause prenait fin. Elle a repris son téléphone en main alors que l'homme à côté d'elle laissait sortir un peu de grognement, sans doute en commençant le processus graduel de psyching lui-même pour retourner au travail. Natsuko a laissé sortir un "heh" calme à la langue-face dans la réponse de Ryuu - étant le lingo Internet totalement à l'aise qu'elle était, elle s'est demandé exactement quand faire un capital P était sorti de la mode; bien que la réalité est vraiment qu'elle n'avait vraiment aucune idée de ce qu'elle était sur et était plus-semblant pour elle-même de se sentir un peu mieux. Elle s'est mise dans sa réponse, pas trop à la différence d'avant: avant de continuer : Natsuko a pressé l'envoi avant de prendre un moment pour s'arrêter et attendre, en s'assurant que ça s'est bien passé. Avec cela, elle se tenait avec un gémissement exagéré puis se tourna pour offrir une main à l'homme. "Lève-toi, mon pote." Natsuko jested, comme il l'a pris. Elle l'a aidé à se relever avant de rentrer par la porte. Fukui TsubameTsubame a laissé sortir un bâillement fort et innocent alors qu'elle étirait les bras en dessous de sa literie du club d'accueil de l'Ouran High School. C'était si agréable de se réveiller naturellement, surtout sur un travail... - C'est quoi, ça? Ses yeux s'élargissaient à mesure que la réalité commençait à se manifester sur elle. La fatigue persistante du matin a disparu à l'instant même. Elle s'est emparée pour son téléphone, avec un étui rose et un peu de charme accroché à lui représentant une étoile de tir. L'écran est venu à la vie pour révéler... Elle a laissé sortir un "E-Eh..." tranquille en regardant le temps, tremblant avec anticipation: "Eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Elle s'enfuit alors qu'elle sortait de son lit avec l'énergie approximative du réseau électrique de la ville. Elle a couru jusqu'à la cuisine pour claquer un peu de toast dans le grille-pain avant de passer à la salle de bains. Ça allait être une douche avec un déodorant excessif ce matin-l'après-midi... Dans un délai presque court, elle explosa la porte d'entrée avec un morceau de toast presque aussi noir que le frêne dans sa bouche, son sac emportait accidentellement sur son épaule, et une note de sa mère dans sa main qu'elle n'avait même pas lu. Elle savait qu'elle allait se faire réprimander pour être en retard. "Je ne peux pas supporter ça..." elle pensait à elle-même, "Ils ont l'air si effrayants quand ils sont en colère..." Elle a fait irruption à travers la porte dans ce qui doit être les expositions les plus divertissantes de la journée. Au cours de sa course, l'un de ses pains - liés en désordre et presque sans égard - était tombé, tandis que l'autre était à peine accroché là-dedans. Elle baignait et transpirait un peu, mais cela ne l'empêchait pas d'aller à la réceptionniste et de s'incliner tellement de fois, si vigoureusement, que l'autre lapin s'envolait à mi-bow, en envoyant la bande de cheveux s'envoler à une vitesse quasi supersonique. "Je suis désolé, je suis désolé!" Elle a failli crier. La réceptionniste a laissé un soupir tranquille alors qu'il murmurait quelque chose à l'effet de "Again..?" Tsukada DaikiIl était difficile de dire ce qui était plus ombragé à l'intérieur du bar populaire et le lieu de jeu: la fumée de cigarette persistante sur le plafond, les divers hommes suspects criant et se moquer sur les chances et les pertes aux tables de Mahjong, ou même les chances et les pertes elles-mêmes - certains regardant beaucoup trop grand pour eux pour se permettre. Dans une table vers un coin, avec une certaine intimité relative par rapport au reste des tables, un assemblage d'hommes bien habillés sinon méfiants a glissé chits mahjong et jetons de jeu sur: tatouages de style traditionnel qui sortaient de chemises non boutonnées et manches roulées étaient fréquents, les rares impairs étaient les doigts manquants, et un panneau réservé était presque jeté sur le bord de la table mahjong. "Fuck Satuko," laisse sortir un des hommes, "en train de draguer sur le jeu régulier comme ça. Qu'est-ce qu'il fait de toute façon?" L'un des autres a lâché une raclée. "Chasser après les lycéennes, probablement..." La seule femme à table, habillée comme si elle était censée être sur le tapis rouge avec une ceinture sombre autour de son cou, a parlé entre fumer sa cigarette à travers un porte-cigarettes sombre. "Avec de l'argent qu'il a gagné la dernière fois, probablement... que pensez-vous de votre argent étant utilisé pour ce genre de chose, Daiki?" Daiki a laissé sortir un vague 'hmph' alors qu'il a pressé un mahjong en avant, en position. Un verre court, stubby avec un liquide de couleur bois plus quelques glaçons assis dans sa main, et un cigare assis dans un plateau de cendres à côté de lui. "Je vais le ramener pour ça. Tu sais ce qui se passe quand quelqu'un saute un jeu." Quelques ronflements et ronflements étranges venaient de la table alors qu'ils s'entendaient silencieusement sur ce que serait la punition. Daiki leva son cigare à sa bouche, prenant quelques bouffées avant d'évacuer la fumée restante et de le poser en arrière. Il l'a poursuivi avec une petite bouche de whisky. Un des hommes à table regarda vers le reste du bar. "Pensez que quelqu'un viendra se joindre à vous?" L'un des autres a ronflé à la suggestion. "Qui veut jouer au mahjong avec un tas d'hommes qui manquaient de doigts? C'est assez vieux pour être ici, de toute façon." "Ils joueraient si Satsui les tentait." J'ai jeté le premier homme, regardant la femme. L'un des autres hommes et la femme - évidemment, Satsui - éclata de rire. "Vous plaisantez?" "Elle a l'air de les attirer au bord de leur bateau avec une chanson et de les noyer." Satsui a frappé l'homme avec une main gantée. "Qu'est-ce que tu essaies de dire?" Encore une fois, la table riait.

Full Name: Fukui Tsubame. Appearance: Tsubame stands at a meager 5 feet and 2 inches with a clear complexion and a build sitting somewhere between slim and average. Her hair has been bleached white and comes in a wide assortment of styles, varying every day in the week in no discernible pattern. She has vibrant, bright emerald green eyes and delicate facial features. More often than not she's wearing band-aids and gauze about her body, with her energetic and brimming personality often getting her into trouble. Species: Human. Age: 19. Gender: Female ♀. Personality: Tsubame is most commonly described as either "bouncing off the walls" or as having "crashed", with an energetic, larger-than-life and over-the-top personality. She's easily distracted, a little aloof, and has a short attention span, but contrary to this she's extremely passionate with a full-frontal approach once she's committed to something, as long as she is committed to it - for example, she can play a total of 9 instruments at the beginner level. Biography: Tsubame was born as the youngest of three children, with an older brother and an older sister, in Yokohama, Kanagawa Prefecture. As the youngest child, true to stereotypes, she was often spoilt and sometimes given a looser reign that her siblings before her, often to petty sibling debate. Economically, their family was significantly well-off with a firm position in the upper-middle class, with her father running a successful local butcher and her mother being a housewife. Initially, Tsubame was enrolled into a private school like her siblings before her, although when her father's butchers started to go downhill and eventually go out of business two years later, the family could no longer afford it. Before long, her father found work at a corporation-chain butchers, although the money was never as great. In order to keep her in school, her family enrolled Tsubame into the significantly cheaper CCG Academy Junior School. In the junior school, Tsubame sat comfortably in the middle-performance range. While she initially struggled, once her teachers figured out how short her attention span his and how she can easily be prompted back towards work with a gentle touch, her grades began to rise. In response to such a prompt, she took up martial arts as an extracurricular activity, which she remains in until she graduated - becoming quite talented, particularly in Naginatajutsu. Following her graduation from the CCG Academy Junior School, Tsubame - to her parents objection, but she was stubbornly committed - went on to enroll at the CCG Ghoul Investigator Training Academy, to train to become a ghoul investigator. As before, she sat comfortably in the center range for grades, all but slipping under the radar - which she would have, if her personality wasn't so larger-than-life. Throughout the process of attending the academy, the worst of her low-attention, high-density personality was mitigated - and while it's still almost painfully present, it's subsided at least in the regard that she can focus on and is committed to the job, with her prior teachers hoping that her partner and teacher within CCG will continue to work on it. Only recently, Tsubame graduated from the academy to move on to CCG headquarters. She's currently eager and excited to meet her partner. Rank: Rank 2 Investigator. Quinque: Tsubame's quinque is a Koukaku/Ukaku-type quinque fashioned into the shape of a naginata. The entire construction of the weapon - from the pommel of the shaft to the tip of the blade - is made from a koukaku kagune, coming together in a strong if not slightly unwieldy weapon, considering it stands well above Tsubame in height when stood next to her. The gimmick of the weapon is that an ukaku kagune is fashioned into the pommel, where it slides apart to fire crystallized shards as seen fired from its ghoul counterparts. "O-Oh, Daiki, I-!""Sit the fuck back down." Full name: Tsukada Daiki. Appearance: Daiki stands at an imposing 6 feet and 2 inches tall with broad shoulders accompanied by a muscular, chiseled build. His clear skin is clad in a bodysuit of traditional, colorful Japanese art, the sorts of which typically associated to the Yakuza: depicting works such as dragons, koi fish, oni, and nature, from the collarbones down to the toes - with the exception of a parting line down the center-front of the torso. His dark hair is worn styled back and his facial hair varies between a clean shave and a vague stubble. His dull, dark brown eyes depict a story in themselves, and he normally wears some assortment of suit - within which, he almost always carries a Model 1911 pistol. Significantly, the pinkie finger of his left hand has been cut off just above the first knuckle connecting to the palm of the hand, not unlike yubitsume. Species: Human. Age: 28. Gender: Male ♂. Personality: Daiki is a stern, no-nonsense man's man: educated, clothes that fit, button-up shirts, polite but the first to throw a punch, love your mother and protect your family, so on so forth. As an active gangster of the yakuza, he almost religiously follows the philosophy of ninkyo, even if begrudgingly at times - even between practicing crimes for the gain of himself or his yakuza family. He is to some extent stubborn, and while he's normally slow to commit to an issue, he's passionate and nigh-hellbound once he is. He smokes approximately half a pack of cigarettes a day as a vice. Biography: Daiki was born in the relatively distant city of Osaka, within the aptly named Osaka Prefecture, as the youngest of two children underneath an older brother. His father was a detective for the local police department and his mother worked at an accounting firm as an administration clerk, resulting in a collectively high household income. While naturally, responsibility for the household would fall onto the older brother once he was capable enough, it almost always fell on Daiki, as his oldest brother was something of a delinquent. As the two grew up, Daiki's older brother came to often often "exerted his dominance" over him - denying him granted things in the house, roughing him up, and otherwise picking on him. This continued throughout school and ran through peer groups. Daiki's parents were either absent in physical presence or absent in authority, as his father was mentally deteriorating through overexertion and his mother was working hard to try and pick up the slack. It was through this means Daiki picked up his "brawler" fighting style, through constant practice and failure with the occasional victory, Pyrrhic or otherwise. The stack between Daiki and his older brother came to an abrupt turnabout not long after Daiki's 13th birthday - when his older brother was 15. Daiki's older brother, the delinquent he has, was shouting at and shoving about their mother for grounding him after he was caught smoking with his friends. When Daiki tried to interfere, his older brother shoved him aside and went to smack him over the head to dissuade him, where Daiki retaliated by abruptly slipping by and socking him square in the jaw - knocking him to the ground - before he then put his head in the doorframe of one of the lower cupboards and slammed the door over his head a total of sixteen times, incapacitating him and resulting in no less than five stitches. While the incident initially put a divide between Daiki and his mother, they later grew much closer as Daiki came to protect her from his older brother. Following the incident, Daiki started to begin training in martials arts - namely, boxing and muay thai - with the financial support of her mother. While confrontation between Daiki and his older brother initially peaked, they began to gradually drop off after Daiki's older brother tried to take to him with a baseball bat as revenge, where Daiki promptly gave him another six stitches using the very same bat - well beyond the level of violence his older brother had intended to go, mind you, making him secretly scared of his younger brother. Shortly after Daiki's 17th birthday, the hidden issues between Daiki's parents abruptly burst out into public light. While it was no secret that Daiki's father was spending less time with his family and more time at local bars, it was revealed that his father had actually fallen into alcoholism so extensively that he was caught both under the influence and with vodka in his water bottle at work, where he was promptly fired. It was also revealed that his father was frequenting strip clubs and that in the time, his mother was having an affair with someone from her workplace - who, mind you, took much better care of her. When Daiki's parents were confronting one another in the kitchen, Daiki's father eventually boiled over to strike his mother, where Daiki - now well-built and chiseled as is - promptly struck him to the ground and put his head in the lower closets before his mother stopped him. Daiki and his mother moved in with the man she was having an affair with who, to this day, they all get along as if they were a family in themselves. Daiki's brother was left with his father. Going forward another two and a half years, with Daiki now being 19 and his older brother being 21, Daiki learnt that his brother not only had become involved running narcotics for local gangsters, but he'd done so underneath the nose of the local Yakuza family. He learnt such when Yakuza gangsters intercepted him on his way back home from university one day, who were aware of the broken relation between the two and asked if he knew anywhere. While Daiki said he didn't, he took one of their mobile phone numbers and sought out his brother on his own. Since their parting, his father had found work at a local supermarket where he was now an assistant manager and while his recovery from alcoholism and sex addiction was slow, it was coming along; his brother, however, dropped out of school and got involved with local crime, which had landed him in his current position. Daiki tracked his brother to a local abandoned warehouse, where he found him and one of ihs accomplices surveying a trunk-load of narcotics. Daiki called the yakuza gangster's number to let him know, which later led to a major incident by local standards: a number of petty gangsters and dealers arrived to receive the narcotics where a number of yakuza gangsters pulled up shortly after, resulting in a major fight - strictly a brawl with some melee weapons, mind you, nothing too severe. When Daiki helped the Yakuza gangsters in the fight and outperformed even some of their own, he was later asked if he was looking for work. This is how Daiki became involved with the local Yakuza family - granted, once he proved himself. In a particular incident when Daiki was 24, Daiki became romantically invested with one of the women being used to make pornographic media, who expressed her desire to him to escape the industry. Daiki organised her escape, although the escape was foiled by other members of the family who had caught wind. In response, Daiki was given two choices by the oyabun - the family head: either present to him one of his severed fingers by midnight, or be hunted by the family. Shortly before 11 PM that night, Daiki entered the oyabun's household and presented the severed pinkie finger of his left hand, where he was then dismissed to go to hospital. Since then, Daiki has been serving the yakuza family faithfully, and remains doing so today. As of current, he's fairly influential within the family and informally fills the role of an enforcer, since having grown close to his lieutenant. He currently has his own apartment in the 20th ward where he lives with his faithful Staffordshire Bull Terrier, - who, admittedly, is spoilt to almost no end, but she's so gentle and loving that he can't help himself.

C'est quoi, ça? "En fait, ça ne me dérangerait pas de jouer à quelques jeux avec vous messieurs." Devant la table de divers hommes tatoués, un homme court et espiègle, vêtu d'un blazer rouge, s'approcha d'eux avec un pas lent et sans souci. Un petit verre d'une sorte de liquide clair dérive dans l'une de ses mains tenues comme un ensemble d'yeux bruns verts muets posé sur la table avec un sourire. "Bien sûr, ce n'est que si je suis le bienvenu. J'admets que je n'ai pas joué à Mahjong depuis quelques années."

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

Ryuu Ouma -> Interactions: Natsuko Mizushima (via SMS) Ryuu a glissé la porte à la maison de sa famille fermée doucement, secouant la tête avec un sourire amusé tandis que sa mère lui a donné un adieu taquin. Tirant son téléphone de sa poche supérieure, l'appareil s'est mis à vie alors qu'il le déverrouillait pour vérifier le message qu'il avait reçu quelques minutes auparavant. Il a rapidement tapé une réponse avant de retourner l'appareil dans sa poche et de tirer sur son casque noir brillant lorsqu'il a atteint sa moto garée. Rendez-vous à l'extérieur de la boutique à 4 h. Faites-vous savoir au sujet des plans de dîner alors.] L'appareil sécurisé dans sa poche, Ryuu a tourné l'allumage de son vélo et a pompé le démarreur de démarrage, le moteur surchargé gronde à la vie avec un grognement prononcé. Retirant lentement le véhicule du quartier modeste, il traversa les routes jusqu'à ce qu'il s'inscrive sur l'autoroute où il ouvrit le moteur et le puissant véhicule déchira le long de l'asphalte. Sans une destination spécifique et sans rien pour passer le temps, Ryuu a tout simplement apprécié le sentiment de l'air se précipitant devant lui et le moteur rugissant entre ses jambes jusqu'à ce qu'il aperçoive un petit café non loin d'où il était. S'élançant un peu vers lui-même, il s'est tiré et a guidé le deux-roues sur les routes adjacentes du 9ème Ward. Parking pas loin, il a mis son casque sous son bras avant de marcher la courte distance jusqu'au café. En se lisant le signe, il a donné un petit demi-sourire à la plaque en forme de chaton de style mignon. "Black Cat Cafe, hein? C'est décent... En passant par la porte, une petite cloche chantant son arrivée, son regard traversa lentement le café pittoresque. Il était de taille moyenne pour un café, avec peut-être 20 tables, mais il était confortablement chaud et l'odeur du café était suspendue dans l'air. Tout l'endroit était jonché de mofits de chat noir, mais il était assez apprivoisé pour être encore goûteux, comme des badges en forme de chat et des empreintes de pattes sur les tasses et les soucoupes. Il était modérément occupé avec environ la moitié des tables prises, mais il n'a trouvé aucune difficulté à trouver une table libre grâce à l'aménagement propre du café. En s'installant à son siège, il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour qu'une serveuse s'approche. Avec un petit mais charmant demi-sourire, il a donné son ordre. "Je vais prendre un grand expresso, noir s'il vous plaît." La serveuse a hurlé d'un sourire à elle alors qu'elle l'a frappé dans le petit bloc-notes se reposant dans sa poche de poitrine avant de disparaître derrière le comptoir pour préparer sa boisson. Quelques minutes plus tard, une tasse à vapeur a été posée devant lui et il a regardé en arrière la serveuse avec un autre sourire. "Merci." Avec un léger blush sur son visage, elle partit rapidement pour servir les autres clients alors que Ryuu retourna son attention sur le téléphone dans sa main, ou plus précisément sur ses plans de dîner. En règle générale, il n'a chassé que ceux qui n'étaient pas désirés par la société, comme les criminels sérieux ou les goules prédateurs, alors il était à l'affût d'une cible qui correspondrait au critera, et il l'avait réduit à deux, l'un était un groupe Yakuza qui fréquentait un bar Mahjong dans la 20ème salle, mais l'autre... Tilting la tasse de porcelaine à ses lèvres, il a pris sa décision. Il a des "réservations" à faire dans la 11ème salle. Arashi Onahara Interactions: Tsubume Fukui Le seul bruit à entendre dans le bureau tranquille était le « coup » légèrement irrégulier de tourner des pages comme une seule figure assis derrière son bureau, en regardant les rapports déposés de certaines des goules dans son domaine d'intérêt. L'enquêteur de rang 1 Arashi avait les dossiers de plusieurs cibles possibles soupçonnées d'avoir été actives dans et autour du 20e quartier : Theater Fox; Sinister; Chaos et Ronin pour n'en nommer que quelques-unes. En passant par quelques pages de l'ancien ghoul le plus ancien, les yeux s'écoulant sur les rapports non confirmés de liens possibles avec un circuit de course illégal, sa concentration agita pour le moment le plus court comme un chant électronique signalant l'arrivée du rang 2 qui était censé être son partenaire dans l'entraînement. Finissant le rapport qu'il lisait, il a envoyé une réponse rapide reconnaissant la tête haute de la réceptionniste avant de se tirer de son siège et de se diriger vers le hall principal. À son arrivée, il a été accueilli par la vue de son nouveau junior aux cheveux blancs se prosternant rapidement devant la réceptionniste muselée pour ce qui était peut-être la quatrième fois en deux semaines. Attrapant doucement la bande de cheveux projectile avant qu'elle puisse toucher sa joue gauche, il a laissé son expression naturellement cool pour s'installer avant qu'il parle, faisant connaître sa présence à la fille alors qu'il s'inclinait légèrement en saluant. "Sous-subum Fukui, je suppose? Mon nom est Arashi Onahara. Nous travaillerons ensemble à partir de maintenant."

Arashi Onahara Species: Human Appearance: Standing at 6'1, Arashi is quite tall even for his age, and his body is well toned from years of intensive training, first as a high school Kenjutsu club member and later as a CCG Ghoul Investigator. His frame is littered with a few small scars here and there but he has no major scarring, with a single exception. 5 deep scars mark his forearm on his right arm, as if torn away by a clawed hand, which he covered with bandages at all times. Age: 23 Gender: Male Rank: Rank 1 Quinque: Raiden: A Katana made from the kakuhou of a high A-rank Ukaku ghoul formerly known as 'Thunderbird', the weapon is extremely sharp, able to easily cut through a ghoul's body and can pass an electrical current down the length of the blade to stun, wound or otherwise incapacitate a target. The gimmick of the weapon is its ability to split and retract the blade down its length and fire a volley of electrified projectiles from the space between the halves of the blade. Personality: Arashi has a personality best described as composed but cold. He is able to adapt to most situations quickly and is highly analytical during combat, but he often isolates himself from his colleagues and tries to avoid social situations as best he can. He prefers to spend his time training or researching, all with the goal to better understand and eliminate the ghouls. He is slow to anger, but he doesn't tolerate stupid mistakes or time wasted during an operation. He is very clear-cut with his opinions and cares very little about if they may upset or offend someone, deeming emotional responses to be pointless if they don't achieve anything. Under that shell, however, he is a broken man plagued with guilt. This guilt drives him to become the best investigator he can, as to prevent the tragedy that happened to him from reoccurring. He is prone to breaking down whenever he is alone, and was even borderline suicidal for a short time. The trauma of what happened spawned his compulsion to isolate himself, as to not lose anyone else close to him, as well as his desire to constantly become stronger. Biography: Born as Arashi Kurosaki, he grew up in the 20th ward, Nerima, with his parents Kai and Hinata and his 4 year older sister Ai, Arashi had a happy home life, especially with the arrival of Naomi a year later. That changed, however, when he was 8. His family was killed and eaten by a starving, raving ghoul, and he very nearly killed himself until a Ghoul Investigator stepped in. This same investigator, a First Class Investigator named Inori Onohana, then adopted Arashi and began grooming him as an prospective investigator. Despite this, He progressed well though his regular education and studied at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He achieved good grades and was a member of the school's Kenjutsu club, even serving as a mentor to one of his kouhai, Ryuu Ouma (mentioned below), as he was just starting out. The pair became close friends and they often kept in touch, even after he graduated at 18 and left to join the CCG's training academy. Assisted by Inori's grooming, Arashi graduated from the normally two year academy in a single year, gaining the rank of Rank 2 Investigator at age 19. On his first assignment, however, his team was decimated in an unexpected attack by an SS-rank ghoul and he barely made it out alive, leaving him scarred in the process. Fuelled by the rage of losing his team and guilt of being the only survivor, he began to isolate himself and his fighting became more brutal and merciless. Because of his brutal effectiveness, he rose to Rank 1 Investigator about a month before his 23rd birthday. It has been 9 months since his promotion. Ryuu Ouma Species: Ghoul Appearance: Ryuu stands at 6ft even when stood up, and has the body type of someone very active, but not having undergone any weight training, like a swimmer or archer. He typically wears a long, hooded red coat that falls just past his knees, with a dark grey t-shirt, black jeans and black laceless boots underneath. Ghoul Mask: An angular carbon-black mask with armoured plates bolted to the lower face, temples and either side of the forehead with reflective red one-way lenses. Decorated with two deeply engraved claw marks diagonally crossing the left eye/lens, painted red to stand out. Mask worn under hood, the lower face can be opened to allow feeding without removing the mask. Aliases: 'Ronin' Age: 22 Gender: Male Personality: Ryuu has a very calm personality, but still shows plenty of emotion. While not prone to outbursts, he is good at keeping his emotions in check, even under great stress, but his eyes are the most expressive part of his face and are a good indicator of how he's feeling for those attentive to detail. While not overly so, he is quite friendly with others, once you get past his light sarcasm and slightly dark humour. He is intelligent and likes things he can apply his mind to, such as playing chess in his spare time, but he tries to be humble about it. He also dislikes people that bully those weaker than them, as he believes everyone, ghoul or human, should be given a chance to make something with their lives rather than be downtrodden and held back because of something like privileges or disadvantages. When undergoing ghoul activities, he is quite open with his intelligence as he spends a lot of time trying to outsmart and hide from the CCG, so he usually has a backup plan for anything that might go wrong. He is also quite honourable with his opponents, often refusing to fight an unarmed Investigator or much weaker ghoul. Despite this, if his life or someone close to him is threatened, he will fight to kill. This attitude, coupled with the stolen katana Quinque (details below), lead to the CCG assigning him the alias 'Ronin'. He has a respectful attitude towards the dead, and hates meaningless death, but will still eat the corpses of his enemies for sustenance. Biography: Originally born in the 3rd ward, he and his parents, Kurosu (His father, a Bikaku) and Haruka (His mother, a Ukaku), moved to the 20th ward when he was 6, after the birth of his younger brother Shu (a rare Bikaku/Ukaku Chimera). In an attempt to seem more human, the Ouma family took up normal jobs as a chemist and a newspaper journalist respectively, while the two brothers enrolled at school. Taught by their parents to hide their ghoul nature, they survived on the corpses of suicide victims and leftovers from other ghouls. Ryuu progressed smoothly through his education, eventually enrolling at Musashi Junior and Senior High. He took an interest in swords and swordplay and quickly signed up for the Kenjutsu club, where he was paired with his upperclassman Arashi Onohana (mentioned above). The two became close friends, but Ryuu was always extremely cautious in hiding his ghoul nature from the older boy. When he graduated from high school, he enrolled at Tokyo Institute of Technology in the 9th ward, on an advanced 6-year Engineering degree and is currently still studying there. As he grew up, he was careful to avoid the eye of the CCG, like he was taught by his parents, primarily feeding from left over corpses and suicide victims. When he moved to the 9th ward, however, he began to hunt for his own food, mainly other predatory ghouls and undesirable humans like Yakuza or gangsters. Because of this, he has had more than a few run-ins with the CCG. In his first encounter, he was nearly killed by a young investigator as he was trapped in a series of narrow corridors, meaning he couldn't effectively use his Kagune. When he finally managed to defeat the investigator, he claimed the investigator's katana quinque as a trophy of his survival. He has since had a few more run-ins, each time resulting in either victory or a narrow escape, sometimes even collecting his defeated enemy's quinque as a token of victory. He earns some money as a motorcycle mechanic in the 9th ward when not on campus or out hunting, and owns a 2015 Kawasaki Ninja H2R, modified to be road legal. He enjoys riding as a recreational activity and competitive (and illegal) street racing, as well as commuting between his apartment and the university or just getting around in general. He knows his way around a motorcycle like the back of his hand, having been riding and repairing since he was 17, so he can hot-wire one in an emergency, if need be. Rating: A Kagune: Ryuu's kagune is unusual for its type as it is an purple silver Bikaku taking the form a long blade connected to the base of his spine by a line of crystalline armoured plates covering his spine and travelling down his right arm. This blade encases his right arm and is extremely sharp able to cut though most other types of kagune with enough effort (barring Koukaku, of course). Although he can slightly change its length, the blade is usually about 6ft long and thusly unsuited to indoor fighting because of its large size. To cover this, Ryuu collects quinques from fallen investigators. So far, he has collected two folding straight-bladed shortswords, a large dagger and a simple but very sharp katana, which is his first and primary weapon. RC Type: Bikaku

Kaito Mori L'étrange mouvement de snicking et de mâchoire mal à l'aise du nouveau venu a fait défiler les yeux jusqu'à la télé. Il a mordu sa lèvre supérieure. On dirait qu'il a paniqué aussi, n'est-ce pas tous. J'aimerais vraiment avoir quelque chose de concret... j'espère juste pouvoir trouver quelque chose ce soir. Atteindre sur la table pour cliquer sur un bouton sur le bord de la tablette, Kaito a ramassé le boîtier bleu et l'a apporté dans ses genoux alors qu'il regardait à Katsuo pour la question. "Oh, je travaille juste dans une épicerie. Les marchandises générales de Goro et Grocer. Je n'ai pas encore eu d'emploi super impliqué depuis que je suis encore en collage. Je pensais à entrer dans la conception d'accessoires puisque je fais un peu de lui sur le côté." Tilting la tablette vers le haut dans une position verticale, il a appuyé ses bras sur elle. "Et vous les gars? Oh, et je suis Kaito au fait." Télévision à proximité Tandis que l'homme s'asseyait et réfléchissait idly ses plans pour le repas de la nuit, le son provenant d'une petite télévision à écran plat assis sur le mur derrière lui devenait soudain plus visible. Un petit curseur bleu et blanc au bas de l'écran montrant que quelqu'un, probablement l'un des différents serveurs dans le café, avait touché le commutateur de volume sur la télécommande des appareils et l'a mis en valeur de façon significative. « Nous avons également reçu des rapports récents d'activités violentes. Soyez conscient que les images présentées dans ce rapport seront de nature graphique. » La journaliste blonde clairement teinte a porté ses lèvres rouges rosées alors qu'elle regardait vers son bureau pour fouiner avec une sorte de papier, avant que la scène coupée à ce qui semblait être des images d'une scène de crime récente. Bande jaune étirée sur un intervalle extrêmement long entre deux petits immeubles d'appartements, obscurcissant la plupart du terrain vide. Les hommes et les femmes vêtus de costumes noirs et de chapeau se tenaient debout et bavardaient les uns avec les autres dans des murmures précipités, tandis que d'autres personnes d'importance dans des costumes de blanc et de gris se déplaçaient pour regarder au-delà de la bande jaune pendant que la caméra suivait derrière eux. « Depuis la semaine dernière, c'est la tâche quotidienne de nombreux enquêteurs de la police et de la GCC qui fréquentent la région des 12e et 15e Quartiers. » Le ton affirmé et sérieux de la blonde s'exprime sur les images alors que la scène change une fois de plus, mais cette fois-ci vers une image statique. Un homme n'ayant pas moins de cinquante ans, avec un cuir chevelu chauve et un sourire errieux, s'étendait sur le béton regardant l'espace. Son polo propre et son jean ne montrant ni déchirures ni larmes, ses bras étaient bien positionnés droit sur ses côtés, et ses jambes pointaient droit vers le bas pour former une ligne parfaite. Bien que si on regardait le cou de l'homme chauve, il semblait être plié à un angle irrégulier. La chair se gonfle et les veines en dessous font saigner la peau de pêche dans une couleur violacée. "Une série de meurtres, chacun avec des victimes laissées dans une position similaire. Bien qu'un cou brisé soit la cause assurée de la mort de toutes ces victimes, la méthode du meurtre, et l'identité du tueur, a beaucoup de membres de la loi perplexes. » La scène a changé une fois de plus, cette fois à une image extrêmement floue de ce qui semblait être une figure baignée de blanc. La figure maigre se profile sur le bord d'un bâtiment muré de briques. Un manteau blanc obscurcit le visage, le haut du corps et les jambes, bien que l'un des bras tournants de la figure soit coincé hors du tissu. Un objet oblong scintillant à leur portée. "C'est la seule image qu'un photographe seul a pu capturer du tueur avant d'être agressé à l'arrière de la tête par un agresseur inconnu. Le surnom donné à ce tueur est 'Poltergeist', leurs méthodes semblent toujours les faire échapper à la scène du crime à peu près au moment exact où les forces de l'ordre apparaissent, et comme on l'a vu précédemment, ne laissent aucun désordre dans le corps. La question de savoir si le tueur est humain ou Ghoul a été un sujet de débat brûlant. Pour aucun Kagune visible n'a été confirmé par les patrouilles de la GCC sur les observations, et il n'y a eu aucune preuve d'alimentation. Cependant, la vitesse et la dextérité impressionnantes ont été notées à plusieurs reprises. »

Kaito Mori "I was never a fan of standing around. Why waste the only life you're given by doing nothing you know? But this flu...And everyone just dropping dead...It makes me feel useless. I'm still gonna see what I can do. It might take a few holes in my gut, but hey, no pain no gain." Appearance: Kaito has medium length, usually straight black hair that occasionally hangs over his face. His features, such as his darker brown eyes and short nose, are usually behind a pair of sleek glasses with a thin metal frame. His shorter stature of 5'6", and his usual attire of a thick blue hoodie with clear signs of age and stains, making him appear younger than he actually is. Species: Ghoul Mask: The mask that Kaito wears when going out 'shopping' is based off of the character Grey Fox from the video game Metal Gear Solid, a game that both he and his brother played quite a bit in their childhood. The mask itself was crafted by Junki after he picked up a bit of metal work skills from apprenticing with a family friend. The mask itself is made from durable steel, bent to shape fitted with soft foam on it's inside. A wire mesh covers the back of the 'T' shaped cut out in the mask's center, making visibility a bit of an issue at first, but the lax teen has since adjusted to the spotty vision. Due to the mask's single switch activated orange LED 'eye' in the middle of the wire mesh, the CCG has labelled it's wearer 'Cyclops'. Though those who are a bit more keen on the mask's inspirations have simply took to calling it's wearer, 'Grey Fox'. Age: 20 Gender: Male Personality: Kaito is a rather lax, go-with-the-flow kind of teen. He tries to make light of most situations, and does his best to see the good side of things. Though he can be a bit stubborn or aloof when someone talks down on his beliefs, he mostly keeps his problems to himself, not wanting to drag anyone down with his issues. The teen is also always striving to do things that no one has tried before. Risk taking being one of his defining points. This sort of rash mindset developing due to his distaste of inaction, and doubt of his parents teachings to avoid all confrontation even if it means letting someone else take the fall. That said, he doesn’t go out of his way to make enemies with groups such as the CCG, other Ghouls, or humans if he can avoid it. When he does don his mask to go out Biography: Young Kaito was born to a loving mother, Anzu, and a good natured father, Bunta. He was the second child of the Mori family, being also the brother of the Mori’s first child, Junki. The family lived in relative peace in the city of Takayama, in a small townhouse on the edge of the city. Bunta made a living as a carpenter in the area, taking after his own father and up keeping the many historic buildings in the area. While Anzu, took her time in taking care of their two boys at home and putting them through a basic home school education. The Moris were always extremely sensitive and paranoid about their Ghoul habits. Both mother and father drilling young Kaito and Junki since birth about why they were different from other kids in the neighbourhood, and to never speak a word about their family’s ‘different lifestyle’. At first, the brothers were confused as to what their parents were so worried about. Other kids ate meat, so what was so different about them other than the fact that was the only thing they ate? It wasn’t until they were told where their meals came from, and what they were capable of that they began to understand, and even become frightened by their parents lessons in Kaito’s case. Both Anzu and Bunta felt guilty, but did what they could to make their children more comfortable with their nature. Teaching them how to control hunger, their physical strength and agility, and of course, in the event of an emergency, showing them how to weaponize their Kagune and their bodies to be able to defend themselves if escape from the scene was impossible. In between their lessons and meals, Kaito and his older brother found leisure in the human aspects of life. The both of them getting hooked on media such as video games, anime, and even some aspects of western culture due to a local book store stocking translations of American comic books. The younger of the two especially enjoyed stories involving superheroes, relating their inhuman powers and noble feats to what he could be capable of. The dark haired boy’s hopes of the future began to be filled with dreams of being a superhero; using his great physical abilities and ‘red magic arms’ to protect his friends and family, as well as other Ghouls from the ‘bird guys’. However, Kaito’s ambitions were quickly shattered once he excitedly revealed to his parents his plan despite Junki telling him to keep it to himself. Their father giving them an intense scolding about the dangers of getting involved in affairs they didn’t need to, and began to monitor what the children read and played to prevent any further ‘dangerous thinking’. Though he did not dare show it in the eyes of his parents, Kaito began to feel a bit of resentment for the family’s morals. He was frustrated that instead of treating their Ghoul abilities like a gift that could be used for the greater good, that they were being treated like something to keep locked away, and that even if they were able to do something to protect a random stranger, attempting it would be foolish. Years passed, the nerdy boy growing up into a nerdy young man alongside his brother, ahead of him in age by three years. Kaito began to forget about his hidden dreams of being a Ghoul superhero, but never let go of the fond memories he and Junki shared with the comics and media involving them. His personal interest in TV shows and movies leading to him becoming fascinated in the more real aspects behind their production. Thus he began to make amature props based off of fictional franchises in his free time, with Junki and his father’s occasional assistance. Kaito’s knack for building leading to his father to encouraging him to also join in his carpentry endeavours, but the teen turned him down, and revealed something that shocked the entire household. Kaito wanted to move away. To Tokyo, specifically. While he was happy with his simple life living with his parents and his part-time job at a local grocery, he felt that he could do more with his life if he received a proper education. Thus, using money that the family had kept saved for the kids futures, and after a heartfelt goodbye and a gifted mask from his brother, Kaito moved to a small apartment building in Tokyo’s 20th ward, Nerima, to attend the Design course at Nihon University. While still keeping his hobbies on the side, scavenging popular suicide sites for food, and making a few friends both human and Ghoul, things seem to be going well for the aspiring prop maker. That is, until the flu hit. Rating: C RC Type: Ukaku Kagune: Kaito's Kagune usually manifests itself as two red, smooth, wide arms with rows of sharp 'fingers' at the end of them. Years of private practice at mastering the many tricks and abilities his Kagune has to offer, he's able to crystallize the two extra limbs and rapid fire projectiles from their endings. He’s also able to sharpen the right side ‘arm’ into a blade-like appendage to assist in close quarters. Delsin Grey "Japan...I've read a lot about it's culture and it's history while planning for this exchange program. In general, media is a big focus there, and it's history has mostly kept the people to themselves on that one land mass....But there's another fact that came up multiple times while I was researching the country. Specifically about it's capital city. Ghouls, a species extremely close to humans on a physical, but not a biological level, have a higher population density in Tokyo than the rest of the country. With their diet, it would make sense for why they thrive there, but there's still a few things I want to know. The articles can only tell me so much; if possible, I'd like to find out many things for myself in my time there, but that flu likely isn't going to make it easy. Appearance: Delsin is a 5’ 4”, slightly pale skinned teen. He wears his semi long black hair parted to the left, has green colored eyes, and smaller features such as his ears that are usually hidden by straight hair clumps. The boy’s usual attire includes a grey turtle neck sweater, thick blue jeans, and a pair of worn black snow boots. Gender: Male Age: 19 Personality: Delsin is a bit of a quiet guy. He mostly keeps to himself unless someone actively engages him. Though a lot of people mistake this for shyness, it is more so that he doesn’t feel the need to talk with others if it has the chance to lead to him being distracted from a current goal. Delsin ‘overthinks’ many things in some regard, his family and friends have needed to tell him on multiple occasions to slow down or take a break, but to Delsin that would mean losing out on opportunities. The way he thinks it, is that if he manages to set up and plan his life as soon as he can while still young, he can enjoy the rest of it with less stress and worry. Despite his rather distant view on most around him, Delsin still cares for the people close to him and will put them above his own goals without hesitation if there is a reason to. His friends have also been slowly making him a bit more lax, with Delsin being able to find time to do more leisurely activities. Backstory: Being raised in the north western provinces of Canada, Delsin lives in a world of little to no change. The city he lives is a community of only a few thousand people, where excitement, public events, and even Ghouls are almost unheard of. He lived a rather simple life; being raised by middle aged mother and father along with his younger brother Trevor in a middle class neighbourhood. His determined and focused personality allowed him to excel in school and impress both his parents and teachers alike. Though he mostly revolved his life around school work even in his early ages, he managed to make a few friends. One such friend was a boy named Carrick Giro, a care free humorous boy that had moved there from a province in the south eastern part of the country. Carrick was able to show the boring student how to entertain himself with things other than school and work such as social media, video games, and music, though he also unfortunately got Delsin involved in a few fights between other kids, forcing the two to learn how to throw a punch or two. After graduating from High School with grades peaking in the low-to-mid 90s, the focused teen turned his attention to further education. Landing himself in a rather vast and active school in a much bigger city, Delsin went to school for half a year before his interests were peaked by an exchange student program offered by a visiting a Japanese school. Seeing the chance to study abroad as a new opportunity, Delsin decided to take the offer after two years of planning, and unfortunately had the timing to land in Tokyo during the Shi no te pandemic.

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi Japon Tokyo, 20ème Ward Del Real Cafe Akihiko a rétréci les yeux alors que le gars bourdonnait ce qu'il faisait. Donc, il en est un aussi. Quelque chose lui disait que même s'il a dit ce qu'il a fait, c'était toujours parti. Tout le comportement du gars était éteint, donc il s'assurerait de garder sa garde. Même s'il était un ghoul, comme lui-même, il y en avait qui étaient très violents. Ils étaient aussi ceux qui non seulement ont jamais donné un mauvais nom à Ghoul, mais ont aussi alimenté toute l'idée que toutes les Ghouls étaient de simples meurtriers. Juste l'idée que ce gars pourrait être l'un de ces Akihiko mis à l'écart. Quoi qu'il en soit, il allait garder son visage souriant et sa personnalité amicale puisqu'on lui a donné au moins cela. Juste après avoir entendu ce que Kaito avait dit Akihiko étouffé sur son café. Il claqua le café sur la table, et se leva pour prendre quelques serviettes car il avait aussi laissé tomber un peu de café sur son pull. Montant au comptoir pour demander de l'eau froide, il est retourné à la table en état de choc. "Vous êtes à l'université?" Il pensait que Kaito n'était rien de plus qu'un garçon, et un garçon qui sautait l'école à ça... Essayant de se composer, et de nettoyer le désordre qu'il a fait, il a ensuite donné un léger arc à l'homme bo- qu'il avait peut-être offensé. "Je m'excuse d'avoir fait un bazar à ta table, et de t'avoir traité d'enfant. Tu n'as juste pas l'air d'être plus vieux qu'un bonhomme de lycée... » Se rendant compte qu'il avait une fois de plus peut-être offensé le gars qu'il s'était légèrement incliné une fois de plus. "Je m'excuse..."

Akihiko Daiki Takeshi ✧ Species: Ghoul ✧ Alias: Chaos ✧ Ghoul Mask: Akihiko had the mask made for him by a buddy of his he once knew. It's made from steel, and has been painted with durable paint. The paint has been coming off however from the many times that Akihiko has worn it which has given it the neat effect it has on the nose, mouth, cheeks, and chin area. the issue with this mask is there is no way for Akihiko to eat while having it on, so when he wears it he doesn't intend to find food. It's something that he always complains about, but doesn't feel like something to change as he does like the mask. Akihiko also only wears his glasses when he is acting like a human, and never has them on when he wears his mask. ✧ Age: 21 ✧ Gender: Male ✧ Personality: Outgoing, Humorous, Cunning, Cautious ✧ Biography: Mothers Name: Gina Takeshi 1st Brother: Ichirou Takeshi 2nd Brother: Shinji Takeshi He had a mother, and 2 older twin brothers therefore making him the youngest. His father was never in his life, but according to his brothers he had his humor as well as his outgoing personality. He had never really knew how his father had died since they all liked to keep the secret from him, but he did know it involved the CCG. Eventually, he decided to move on from finding out about his fathers death, and settle for still having a mother. They lived poorly, but his brothers worked to have the necessities that they all needed like clothes, a roof, coffee, food. At age 14 Akihiko's second oldest brother by mere seconds, Shinji (23), was attacked by the CCG as they suspected him to be some ghoul that was involved in Aogiri Tree. Later did he find out that his oldest brother (by mere seconds), Ichirou, was the person that they were actually after. Why? He had no idea as to what Ichirou was doing, but it caused Shinji's death he knew that much. Shortly after that, Ichirou left him and his mother as he was on the run from the CCG. His mother, Gina, would do what she could to still give Akihiko what he needed. She was a woman who rarely asked for help, but around this time she asked old family friends to help them with what they needed. With this, he was able to enroll into a good High School, and get accepted into a national university later on. He was an average person to anyone who didn't know that he was a ghoul, but at night time he was a totally different person. Akihiko would cause trouble, kill for no reason, steal, and torment those weaker than him. During this time he also got his ghoul mask, and he used it often as he was on the CCGs watch list due to causing many problems. A few months ago, his mother died from a heart attack which caused Akihiko to tone down his chaotic behavior. He has been left to live on his own since then, and has gotten a job (Martial Arts Instructor to Children) while attending school to pay for his expenses. Right after his mothers death Akihiko found out that Ichirou is still alive, and being held in a prison by the CCG. Instead of causing trouble Akihiko has decided to spend his time finding out more about this virus that the news has been talking about. Apparently, word on the street has been that it's purposely aimed to kill ghouls by giving them heart attacks. Akihiko believes that this virus was the cause of his mothers death, and aims to aid in stopping it. Not only that, but he wants to see what it takes to get his brother out of prison. After all, he wants to be the one to beat the crap out of him. ✧ Rating: B~ ✧ Kagune: Akihikos kagune is a mixture of medium-dark purples, and light-medium blues. He likes to stick with the typical 4 tentacles though They're pretty thick along with the endings being sharp. There's nothing else to his Kagune that he specifically does to it other than combine all of them when he needs to into one huge tentacle. If he has to he can be able to generate 8 tentacles, but this doesn't hold up for long as it is at times a disadvantage more than an advantage. ✧ RC Type: Rinkaku

Le chasseur renifle l'air. Pas d'odeur. Encore. Les humains qui étaient autrefois abondants pour se nourrir devenaient plus rares. Le chef de ruche a appelé, non pas à haute voix, mais par ordre mental. Le chasseur connaissait les signaux et où se rencontrer par une pensée qui n'était que "Venez". Des chasseurs de tous les coins se rapprochaient de l'allée où résidait le Hunter-Leader. Chaque chasseur était tenu d'apporter un morceau de viande d'un humain au Hunter-Leader comme sacrifice. Cette fois, l'un des chasseurs ne l'a pas fait, comme un défi pour l'actuel Hunter-Leader. Le Hunter-leader et son challenger se sont affrontés dans une bataille jusqu'à la mort. Il est rare qu'un leader soit mis en cause, mais ce jour-là, un chasseur en particulier se sentait fort. Les deux ont fait face. Le Leader a d'abord frappé la tête du Challenger, mais le Challenger s'est bloqué les bras croisés. Le Challenger s'affronte avec deux swips consécutifs à l'intestin du Leader. L'un de ses swips faisant contact, le Leader se double momentanément du perçage de la peau. Le Challenger utilise le moment pour frapper le Leader sur la tête avec les deux poings, et frapper continuellement le Leader jusqu'à ce qu'il concéde. Notant l'appel, le Challenger recule le leader maintenant vaincu. Le Leader transfère son contrôle, qui est une oreillette qui a un bug à la fin de celui-ci, qui est la source de l'esprit Hive. Le challenger victorieux insère l'oreillette et est immédiatement frappé par la morsure du bug. L'ex-leader s'inquiète maintenant de voir le nouveau Leader dans une telle douleur, où il y a le moment de l'individualité parmi les chasseurs jusqu'à ce que le bug fasse le lien neurologique entre elle et la petite partie du cerveau des chasseurs qui permet l'interconnectivité, comme s'ils avaient Hunter-Brain Wi-Fi. Une fois le lien établi, le nouveau Leader a pris toute la viande qui a été mise en sacrifice, comme son droit en tant que Leader. C'est le monde maintenant. Les chasseurs chassent les humains. S'il n'y a pas assez d'humains, ils se tournent l'un contre l'autre. Tous les êtres à l'âme géante ont déménagé à Euro-Merica. Les masses de terres ont changé, et les plans d'eau se trouvent dans de nouveaux endroits. De nombreuses maisons sont maintenant inondées, tandis que des endroits sont récemment émergés de l'océan. Tu dois comprendre ce qui se passe. Pourquoi les chasseurs? Pourquoi les êtres à l'âme géante? Comment ça? Avec toutes vos questions. C'est ton monde.

Name: Kelly Mason Appearance: Link- Age: 18 Weapon: Baseball bat, Switchblade Skills (3): Running, Scavenging, Cooking Positive Personality Traits: - Optimistic - Brave - Tough Negative Personality Traits: - Attention span of a gnat - Reckless - Might like hitting things a bit too much Background: Before the this whole Hunter thing started, Kelly lived with her father. Her parents were divorced, but she lived a pretty fine life. Got B's and C's, shared a love of sports with her father, and got in a couple fist fights with boys at school. She took care of herself most of the time, as her fathers worked caused him to be away from home often. She was supposed to graduate from high school, but that got cancelled for obvious reasons. (Flesh eating humanoids? Not the best graduates.) By the time the hunters moved into her community, Kelly had put all of her sports and camping gear into use, including her favorite bat. She gave up trying to buy things, instead just scavenging from stores and doing what she could to get by. Being very active came in handy, and she is able to scout around and scavenge with minimal trouble. Not too long after she stopped going to school, and her father disappeared one day. She tries to keep an eye out for him, but there has been no trace. She knows her mother is dead, but hasn't given up hope that somehow her father made it. She ended up passing out after a supply trip, and when she awoke she found a tattoo on her hand that definitely hadn't been there before.

Adrian s'approchait du bar, sa figure en planche à roulettes, en sandwich entre deux boutiques de taille similaire, dont les façades de briques aux intempéries étaient teintées de sang humain et Hunter, si vous pouvez l'appeler ainsi. Les rangées majestueuses de bois de coton de la rue de terre ombraient le couple de corps et de voiture individuelle qui s'y étaient installés, fournissant effectivement à tous les carnivores voisins un repas adéquat. Une fois qu'il a atteint la porte, dont la porte et les charnières n'étaient nulle part où se trouver, Adrian a commencé à enquêter sur l'intérieur. La veille, alors qu'il scrutait la région, il avait remarqué de nombreux éclairs de lumière de l'intérieur du bâtiment, et avait espéré trouver des compagnons survivants. Cependant, à sa consternation, il n'a rien découvert de ce genre. Au lieu de cela, il a été accueilli par la vue des bois de cerf renversés qui avait une fois bordé le mur à côté de peintures mauves d'oiseaux qui volaient, où aussi sur le sol. Le verre cassé recouvrait une grande partie du plancher de bois franc et n'importe quelle promos de bière avait fini là-bas aussi. Le bar était bordé de bouteilles vides d'alcool et de médicaments, qui appartenaient probablement au propriétaire du petit lit qui était rapidement placé entre le bar lui-même et le cabinet d'alcool adjacent. Torn et presque renversé, il n'était d'aucune utilité pour Adrian, qui a plutôt rempli son sac à dos avec les quelques cigarettes et des boîtes de bière intactes qui ont été laissées par le visiteur. Comme il était clair qu'il n'y avait pas grand-chose d'autre à utiliser dans cette pièce particulière, il marcha jusqu'au mur le plus éloigné de l'entrée, où il découvrit une porte qui, bien qu'elle ne possédait aucune serrure conventionnelle, était très clairement coincée par quelque chose de l'autre côté. Curieux quant à ce que cela pourrait être et s'il y avait quelque chose d'utile derrière lui, lui, ne voulant pas attirer de chasseurs ou d'humains voisins, a frappé tranquillement à la porte avec autant de force qu'un volume aussi faible le permettrait.

Name Adrian Appearance Thanks to the many years he has under his belt, Adrian looks very much like a Hunter himself, with sunken eyes and a curl, downturned mouth that does nothing but contribute to his already cadaverous look. He's beardless and sports close-cropped white hair, typical of someone his age, and has dark, harsh eyes that seem to spin wildly at every single stimuli offered to them. On top of his heavy build he wears a variety of checkered shirts that he carries along with him and raggedy jeans, whose many cuts and tears are equal to the amount their owner possesses on his face. He stands at just below six feet in height. Along with this, he carries around a relatively new, albeit quite worn, backpack that stores numerous objects of importance, including a gas mask and a flashlight. Age Mid-sixties. Weapon Along with his signature steel-toed boots that are capable of incapacitating others with a mere well-placed kick, Adrian tends to carry around whatever he can find scavenging in his expansive backpack, such as kitchen knives and a rusted hatchet. Skills Carpentry, brute strength, proficiency with a blade. Positive Personality Traits - Light eater. - Outdoorsman. - Thick-skinned. Negative Personality Traits - Short-tempered. - Light drinker. - Stubborn. Background Adrian hails from a relatively typical suburb just outside of the Rust Belt, where he volunteered as a sherif when he wasn't enjoying the spoils of a Midwestern retirement. He had served as medic in the Gulf conflict as a twenty-something following his enrollment in some backwater practitioner's school and, upon coming home, worked at a clinic as a general doctor. By the time he'd reached forty, he was a father to two and a recent divorcee, what with having a disloyal wife and all. Following his kids' enrollment and subsequent finishing of college, he moved from the generic East Coast city he'd spent the majority of his life westward, eventually settling in the aforementioned village. As of the outbreak, he's living alone, with his wife and kids being somewhere out east.

Pendant que je dormais, mon téléphone sonnait, je pense qu'il était 8:05, je souris parce que c'est le premier jour de l'école et ma nouvelle vie en tant que 7e année, donc j'ai eu une robe je regarde l'ancienne photo de moi et mon club de retour quand j'étais en 6e année. Pas le temps de gaspiller mes dents, je mange et je suis monté sur mon vélo et je monte. Tandis que j'étais à cheval, je vois des magasins s'ouvrir, je vois des élèves du primaire courir en train de rire à leur école et je vois des élèves du collège parler à notre école. Je respire profondément et je dis: «Je pense que ce sera la meilleure année scolaire de tous les temps!»

Name: Dawn Lovat nickname(s): Aurora, Sunshine Age: 12 School Year: grade 7 School type: middle school Gender: girl Sexuality: Homosexuality Relationship Status: i'm not going to tell anyone~ June jones Likes: Video games, Cats, reading, teasing (in a friendship way), June Dislikes: Injustice, cruelty, being bored, evil high schoolers Personality: Dawn is generally charismatic, sociable, wise-cracking and highly intelligent but mostly sarcastic she know round the parts of being a middle school and making deals with clubs and gangs, even tho her sarcastic ways she is actually really care about her friends in her clubs Bio: When you met Dawn you think she a bored person and lazy to do anything but you are wrong she can go round in deadly situations and make some great deals to get the other clubs off her back but you don't how she got in the phoenix club, when she in the 6 grade she was bullied a lot because her Sexuality until one day when some bullies was picking on her until a club approaches and that club was phoenix Club ! so after the brawl it was that day she want to join their club so after so many training she was accept in, where she met June Jones, so after so many days of summer she was back from school and now in 7 grade she was ready to face whatever can face her! Weapon: double BB guns Skills: Dawn can talk her ways out in deadly situations even if they all go wrong Club: phoenix Club it a secret so don't tell nobody~ Other: Dawn have a older sister, Dawn don't like to say it but she love singing but she can only sing when she's alone.

J'étais si heureuse que je n'ai pas vu le gars qui marchait sur le trottoir, j'ai vite arrêté mon vélo était proche de frapper un lycéen. "Hows hehehe désolé pour l'homme, je ne pensais pas que je roulais vite"

Name: Dawn Lovat nickname(s): Aurora, Sunshine Age: 12 School Year: grade 7 School type: middle school Gender: girl Sexuality: Homosexuality Relationship Status: i'm not going to tell anyone~ June jones Likes: Video games, Cats, reading, teasing (in a friendship way), June Dislikes: Injustice, cruelty, being bored, evil high schoolers Personality: Dawn is generally charismatic, sociable, wise-cracking and highly intelligent but mostly sarcastic she know round the parts of being a middle school and making deals with clubs and gangs, even tho her sarcastic ways she is actually really care about her friends in her clubs Bio: When you met Dawn you think she a bored person and lazy to do anything but you are wrong she can go round in deadly situations and make some great deals to get the other clubs off her back but you don't how she got in the phoenix club, when she in the 6 grade she was bullied a lot because her Sexuality until one day when some bullies was picking on her until a club approaches and that club was phoenix Club ! so after the brawl it was that day she want to join their club so after so many training she was accept in, where she met June Jones, so after so many days of summer she was back from school and now in 7 grade she was ready to face whatever can face her! Weapon: double BB guns Skills: Dawn can talk her ways out in deadly situations even if they all go wrong Club: phoenix Club it a secret so don't tell nobody~ Other: Dawn have a older sister, Dawn don't like to say it but she love singing but she can only sing when she's alone.

Garik Antocha était dans l'une des nombreuses salles de briefing de la mission sur le Star Destroyer Tyrant, assis devant son chef d'escadron, le capitaine de vol Kael. Garik, avec plus de la moitié des autres pilotes dans la pièce avec lui, n'avait été amené que récemment pour remplacer les lourdes pertes que l'escadron avait subies pendant la bataille de Turkana. Le sentiment des survivants était palpable dans la pièce. Ils voulaient se venger, et le Commandement central impérial n'avait été que trop heureux de leur offrir l'occasion. Une grande présence rebelle avait été découverte dans l'hégémonie de Tion, un État qui avait généreusement obtenu une certaine autonomie malgré ses liens séfératistes pendant les guerres de Clone. Le Tyrant était envoyé pour attaquer l'une des bases rebelles de la région, ainsi que la planète qui les abritait. Opération Strike Fear, Kael a décrit la mission de l'escadron. « Une fois que nous sortirons de l'hyperespace, notre groupe sera responsable de l'établissement de la supériorité orbitale sur la planète. Pendant que le 1er Escadron reste en réserve, le 3e Escadron et nous serons à l'avant-garde en reconnaissance. Nous sommes la pointe de la lance aujourd'hui, pilotes. Suivez vos commandants de vol et souvenez-vous de votre entraînement. » Kael ne tarda pas à renvoyer l'escadron à son embarcation, et les pilotes les plus anciens commencèrent à se retirer de la salle. Les autres, comme Garik, n'avaient pas encore fait connaissance. Opération Strike Fear serait leur première mission ensemble, et une partie minuscule de Garik se sentait obligée d'avoir un bon coup d'œil sur qui volerait avec lui. Contre son meilleur jugement, il s'approcha de l'ailier qu'on lui avait assigné, le lieutenant Cora Tarneia, et l'inspecta comme un instructeur de l'Académie, peut-être un peu trop longtemps. Ses cheveux semblaient respecter la réglementation militaire, ce qui lui faisait une bonne première impression. Il a essayé de trouver les bons mots pour lui dire, mais a fini par s'estomper: "Lieutenant Antocha. Ne me fais pas tuer."

Name: Garik Antocha Age: 27 Gender: Male Garik is a very serious looking individual, rarely betraying any kind of emotion past anger. Physically he is a thin, slender young man who is pushing the maximum height authorized by the Imperial pilot corp. His most striking feature are his eyes, which have often been described as intense if not inquisitive. Finally, in keeping with military standards, he keeps his hair cut short and his face clean shaven. Garik is a hard worker and an intellectual. It's what helped him become an above average starfighter pilot, because while he lacked a natural talent for flying, he made up for it by spending every waking moment training in the simulators or learning about his craft. But one thing he's always struggled in is combat outside a starfighter. He's never been able to perfect his marksmanship with a blaster or make any real gains when it comes to his physique. In addition, Garik has some deep rooted issues stemming from the sudden lose of his father, issues that will sometimes hamper his ability to think straight. Garik lives by a sense code of honor instilled by his father at an early age, one that emphasises selfless service, personal courage and moral integrity. This will sometimes clash with Imperial doctrine, as he has a hard time placing the mission first and sacrificing his comrades, and is reluctant to follow through on orders he deems morally questionable. However, at the end of the day, Garik is a soldier, and will typically follow any order given to him. The death of Garik's father also left a serious impact on him. In his mind, he needed to honor his memory by following in his footsteps, and became obsessed with making his dead father proud of him by tirelessly dedicating himself to the Imperial Navy. During this time, Garik also became increasingly more distant while he toiled over his studies. He shut his family and friends out. He gave up the pursuit of happiness, robbing him of a normal childhood. He bottled his emotions up and became distant, growing up to become an austere, introverted young man and leading him to lash out at others, sometimes unreasonably. It wasn't until recently, when Garik began to fly, that he found his escape. Garik was a Generational. His father had died fighting Seperatists during the Clone Wars, his mother had been a nurse in the Republic Medical Corps, and his ancestors before him had a long and steeped history of serving in the Republic Navy. In addition, Garik was a native of the planet Anaxes. He had been raised on a world where the Empire was seen as peacekeepers and hailed as heroes by the people. Naturally this, combined with his ancestral history, inspired Garik to follow in his family's footsteps. His performance in the Imperial Sub-Adult Group and cadets reflected this desire, though it came at a cost. While other children lived a life of imaginary adventure outdoors, Garik spent much of his free time in deep study at home, and largely lived a solitary life, his only friends being the protocol droids his mother would use to tutor him. While Garik ultimately aspired to be the captain of his own ship, because of his high marks in the Imperial Academy and the demand for high rate pilots in the face of a growing rebellion, he was enrolled against his wishes in the Tir flight school onboard the Star Destroyer Inflexible. Luckily, from the moment he first stepped into the cockpit of a real starfighter, he was hooked. No longer was his free time spent nose-deep in his academic studies, but instead in the training simulators of a TIE/IN starfighter. He thoroughly enjoyed the experience of being a starfighter pilot, so much so that when an opportunity to transfer out of flight school and into the command crew of a Star Destroyer finally presented itself to Garik, he denied the chance to continue his career in the Imperial pilot corp.

Cora s'assit patiemment encore pendant le briefing, observant le capitaine de vol Kael pendant qu'il parlait. La femme avait croisé les jambes et sur ses genoux reposait son datapad. Pendant le briefing, elle a noté de temps en temps, essayant de comprendre ce qu'elle ressentait à propos de tout le scénario. En effet, l'école de pilotage était terminée, mais leur première mission – sa première mission a été affectée par les survivants de la convoitise de Turkana. Mais c'était juste, autant qu'il s'inquiétait de Cora. Cependant, le nouvel escadron auquel elle avait été affectée n'avait pas d'émotions au sujet de la situation, étant donné qu'ils n'avaient pas participé à la bataille. Au moins Cora priait pour qu'ils ne le fassent pas. Elle n'était pas particulièrement désireuse d'être abattue lors de sa première course. À la fin du briefing, Cora se leva et dépoussiéra rapidement son uniforme noir et lui donna un coup rapide de queue de cheval. Ses yeux regardaient autour de la pièce, observant les pilotes chevronnés au fur et à mesure qu'ils allaient à leurs affaires. Ils lui ont rappelé la plupart des travailleurs de Balmorra, qui se débrouillent dans leurs uniformes correspondants. Pourtant, ils portaient des expressions différentes. Certains étaient joyeux, impatients d'acquérir enfin l'occasion de se venger qu'ils cherchaient tellement. Certains avaient l'air si mélancolique. Peut-être avaient-ils perdu un ailier, un ami? Cora devenait encore dans son observation, toujours accrochée au datapad, la tenant contre le fond de sa chemise impériale. Ce n'était pas jusqu'à ce qu'on l'approche qu'elle ait réagi. Le pilote l'a inspectée pendant un temps inhabituel, qu'elle a finalement remarqué. Cora a tourné la tête pour lui rendre la faveur, le trouvant presque en train de la scanner comme si c'était une droïde. "Lieutenant Antocha. Ne me fais pas tuer." Garik s'est brouillé tout d'un coup. Cora a clignoté une seconde avant de le reconnaître du message qu'elle avait reçu, lorsqu'elle a été affectée à l'équipe. Pris un peu à l'écart, Cora étendit la main comme elle parlait. Vous saluez toutes les filles comme ça, lieutenant Antocha?Elle sourit soigneusement, avant de continuer. Lieutenant Tarneia, mais je suppose que vous le saviez déjà, non?.Cora l'observait avec un regard curieux, mais prudent. L'école de pilotage avait fait ce qu'il pouvait pour s'habituer à rencontrer des étrangers, mais elle n'était pas exactement une naturelle. Il y a eu une tentative, au moins. Nous avons été assignés comme ailiers si je ne me trompe pas, n'est-ce pas? Je n'ai encore rencontré personne d'autre de l'escadron, n'est-ce pas?. Cora a demandé une fois de plus comme elle enveloppait ses bras autour du datapad et laissait ses yeux verts émeraudes regarder autour, pour renforcer sa question.

Name: Cora Tarneia Age: 23 Gender: Female Cora stands slightly shorter than the average female human, along with a fairly regular build. The young woman definitely does not have an overly muscular build, but nonetheless is in a fitting physical shape for the Imperial army. Her chocolate copper hair is usually kept in a ponytail or a neat knot, to prevent it from getting in the way during work. During flight missions as a bomber, Cora is exceptionally calm and precise (at least during the practice runs), however, her dogfighting skills is nothing out of the ordinary. Just so, her blaster rifle aim isn’t particularly amazing, though her pistol aim is slightly better. Cora has always had a fear of caves, and generally being underground. This mostly being due to trauma as a child, watching a cave collapse on a group of miners. She isn’t overly welcoming of alien races, again, due to her positive view on the Empire. Cora always had a light-hearted nature and a curiosity for the vast universe. Though she isn’t particularly outgoing at first, due to spending most her childhood with her close family, and rarely meeting too many new people, besides the friends of her father and mother. Even though she has the basic Imperial trooper training, she never was an extraordinary with a blaster rifle (Her pistol aim was far better, that saying a lot.) nor fighter pilot. It was as a bomber pilot she found her spot. Her intelligence and focus during flight made for an excellent bomber, especially concerning smaller and harder-to-hit targets. Being raised on Balmorra Cora wasn’t taught to question the Empire, as it supposedly was them that supplied her father with pay, and allowed them to live a fairly peaceful life. Born on the planet of Balmorra, Cora was used to the Imperial presence. With the planet developing and producing weaponry for the Empire, there wasn’t much space for ever considering “Is it wrong?”. Her father was in charge of an engineering section in one of the weapon factories on Balmorra, and her mother stayed at home raising Cora and her twin-brother Damien. During their childhood the two played as much as they could, pretending to be flying in TIE fighters, or defeating the rebellious Jedi as a mighty Sith, the possibilities were endless. By the age of ten years old Cora and her brother started fiddling around with whatever their father brought home from the factory, all sorts of defect or outdated technology. Cora, especially, caught an early interest in the engineering. Alas, engineering was not her destiny. When Cora came of age the Empire offered her a place within the Imperial Army, as a ‘reward’ for her father’s loyal service through the years. Seeing it as her best opportunity to get off from Balmorra and have a chance to see what else the galaxy contained, she said yes. Just so, her brother Damien agreed to come along as well. The two parted ways after the basic training. Damien pursued a career as a trooper, whilst Cora rediscovered a childhood love for Starfighters. She entered flight school as soon as she could, taking a basic course as a TIE/LN Starfighter pilot. Soon, she found an interest in the TIE/sa bomber. Without hesitation she pursued training as a bomber pilot.

Le lieutenant Amos a passé en revue ses vérifications avant vol. Les stimulus qu'il venait d'injecter dans sa cuisse n'ont pas aidé son attitude non plus. Il avait sauté sur le briefing à mi-parcours pour préparer son vaisseau tôt, et se soigner. Une fois ses diagnostics terminés, il continua à jouer avec le sceau sur son masque de visage comme une démangeaison de plus en plus gênante avait commencé à se développer sur son nez. Vaccies et leurs costumes de merde, il pensait. En fait, il venait d'être transféré au Tyran depuis son affectation précédente dans la brousse. Amos avait été ce que les "Vac Heads" appelaient un "Ground Hog". Il était habitué à voler dans l'atmosphère à l'appui des opérations Stormtrooper au sol. Fumer des sauvages du ciel était son fort, pas ces conneries dans le vide. Il a vérifié deux fois le pistolet de blaster caché qu'il gardait dans son costume de vol et la vibroblade pliante qu'il gardait sur son harnais, inutile pour lui dans le vide, mais il se sentait nu sans les outils de son métier précédent. J'ai vu des choses que vous ne croiriez pas. Des corps en feu sur l'épaule d'Orion. J'ai vu des faisceaux C briller dans l'obscurité près de la porte Tannhauser... maintenant il était coincé dans le broyeur de viande proverbial. Amos a salué son nouvel ailier, "Marick, c'est le lieutenant Amos, je crois qu'on est ensemble pour le rodéo ce soir."

Name: Marc Rlyeh Age: 24 Gender: Male Marc is surprising tall man and often mistaken for an army grunt due to his well muscled body. From his childhood on Dantooine, Marc has gained a number of scars from working on his family's farm. On his left arm he has the name of his daughter Angela and his soon to be wife Anya tattooed on his right arm. Marc is a natural Fighter pilot, At home amidst the Havoc that is Space dog fighting He is a terror to a trained rebel pilot. As a bomber pilot he is barely average. On the blaster range Marc is considered slightly below average with rifles and average with a pistol. Due to both his criminal record and knowing that Marc's sister is a known rebel, there are some who feel he doesn't belong in the cockpit of a fighter. When it comes to hand to hand fighting Marc shows remarkable skill in defending himself. Regardless of what most people would say, Marc is a surprisingly good person. While he isn't the friendliest person for those who call him a friend have found themselves glad to have taken the chance to speak with him. When with his squad mates or friends he is a very easy going man, often cracking he occasional joke and play a hand or two of cards. Marc is a proud and loving father, just trying to support his daughter back home. Born to a family on Dantooine Marc was the first of three kids. Marc grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere with his neighbors being two hours away. Like most children he once had dreams, more then anything he wanted to go to school and become a doctor on some other world far way from Dantooine. Sadly fate had other ideas in mind. As the eldest it was his job to help support his family. Instead of school Marc was working around the farm. For much of his youth Marc's life was the farm, there was no time for what little social life a nobody farmer could find in the middle of nowhere. For years he watched his sister live the life he wanted. Kara, the eldest of his younger siblings, was sent to school. First it was the tiny school on dantooine then private tutors when they could pay for one. Marc had come to peace with his lot, he would stay a nobody farmer who never did anything with his life. His life would change when he Met Anya. Like Marc Anya was the eldest daughter of a farmer, they had met a few times when they went to the space port to sell their crops and they became quick friends.what little spare time he had Marc spent them with Anya On dantooine friendships were rare,unless you were old enough to go the the cantina there were few chances to meet people. As they both grew older their friendship grew. Soon the friendship would become something more. Marc found himself thinking of but her. Her long strtrawberry blonde hair, her green eyes and a smile that seemed to make all his troubles go way. Marc was 16 when he told he loved her. For six months they dated until Anya told she was pregnant. It was the greatest day of his life when Marc found out, but also the worst. Not two days after he found out the news, imperial officals pounded on his door. They were looking for his sister, as it turned out Kara had come into with Rebel sympathizers. She believed in the cause, and joined at the first chance she got. For just being her brother he was arrested and charged as a traitor, when it was found not did he not any connections with the rebels instead of asking for death he was given an option. Serve in the military, where he was expected to die, or go to prison.

Alors que Charlie assistait au briefing, écoutant le capitaine, il ne pouvait pas aider le sourire sur son visage alors qu'on leur disait qu'ils allaient établir la supériorité. C'était la lutte contre les chiens, et c'était le genre de chose qui pouvait l'amener sur la carte. Dans le corps de TIE, les meurtres vous ont fait remarquer, et une fois que vous avez été remarqué vous pourriez commencer à aller dans des endroits. Bien sûr, Charlie avait des yeux sur un capitaine de son propre navire, ne passant pas tous ses jours comme un pilote de jockey d'adrénaline. Le capitaine les a renvoyés avec l'ordre de se souvenir de leur entraînement, et les vétérinaires ont déposé peu de temps après. Élever son sourcil à l'approche brutale d'un de ses compagnons pilotes pour rencontrer son aileron, une jolie petite brune. Tout comme Charlie s'est levé pour couper, cependant, son COM chirped et puis il a entendu la voix de son collègue pilote sortir "Marick, c'est le lieutenant Amos, je crois qu'on est ensemble pour le rodéo ce soir." Charlie souleva un sourcil à ce sujet, et un coup d'œil remarqua qu'Amos n'était pas dans la pièce. Ah oui, c'est lui qui avait laissé le briefing à mi-chemin, n'est-ce pas? Le capitaine n'aimerait pas ça, mais s'il faisait assez bien sur le terrain, ça pourrait être pardonné. Charlie ne voulait pas rester enchaîné à ce type, cependant, après tout être associé à un canon lâche pourrait entraver son chemin vers la gloire. Il devrait essayer d'échanger des ailerons avec quelqu'un après ce vol, peut-être que le lieutenant Jinnau serait prêt à voler avec lui. Shaking sa tête de ces pensées, Charlie a tapé son COM et a dit facilement "Amos hein? C'est Ell-tee Marick, mais tu peux m'appeler Charlie. On va se regarder les six sur ce vol pour être sûrs, alors on va se garder en vie, hein? Je vais au hangar pour regarder par-dessus ma machine, mais si vous voulez parler, faites-le moi savoir quand j'y serai." En sortant de la pièce avec une jaunisse légère, il a remarqué que quelques anciens combattants sont restés près de la pièce dans une petite arnaque, éblouissante comme Charlie marchait devant. Ils ne semblaient pas s'occuper des recrues, bien que si les rebelles n'étaient que aussi efficaces que Charlie l'avait entendu, ils seraient coincés avec les nouveaux pilotes pendant un moment. Atteindre le hangar après quelques minutes de prise d'ascenseurs et de couloirs, Charlie s'approche de son combattant avec un grand sourire. Dis ce que tu veux à propos d'un TIE, et Charlie avait beaucoup à dire, mais ces machines étaient carrément majestueuses. En regardant, il a remarqué que l'entretien finissait le travail de son chasseur et qu'il se déplaçait au suivant. C'était bien alors, cela signifiait qu'il serait parfaitement opérationnel pour le vol. Charlie a rapidement commencé à le regarder sur lui-même, ses expériences sur les navires toute sa vie signifiait que les vérifications avant vol n'étaient pas un gros problème. Glissant dans le cockpit et l'alimentant, Charlie a alimenté son tableau de bord et a commencé à vérifier les systèmes. Les moteurs sous-légers, le vert à emporter, l'armement lu armé et prêt, les gyroscopes du poste de pilotage étaient correctement étalonnés, le soutien de vie était en ligne, la balise de localisation était préparée et prête, et le siège d'éjection était armé. Charlie a riposté, un siège d'éjection dans un chasseur à vide était un concept semi hilarant, même s'il savait qu'il était plus destiné à être utilisé par les pilotes qui étaient en atmo. Son combattant était bon à partir, son costume avait été vérifié plus tôt, et son ailier était... » Eh bien, je suppose que deux bonnes choses sur trois vont bien, et hey, peut-être qu'Amos ne sera pas si mauvais... » L'égaré, bien qu'il ait frappé Charlie alors qu'il rechignait, alimentant le tableau de bord en arrière.

Name: Charlie R. Marick Age: 21 Gender: Male Attributes: Sharp reflexes, Fast Learner, Poor Upper Body Strength, Easily Winded Personality: Charlie is sharp as a tack and looking to make his own way in the galaxy. He's ambitious, though not quite enough to do what some would deem necessary to feed it. He passes himself off as a very easygoing guy, usually laughing at something or cracking jokes. He's a glory hound at heart, willing to take any risk to get where he's going. Biography:​ Charlie was born on the freighter Providence to the ship's captain, the child of a brief fling she'd had in port. Growing up, Charlie rarely felt the pull of natural gravity, and even more rarely did he leave the vessel he was born on. Charlie's mother did well enough that ends met without issue, but they were far from wealthy. The Empire was good to the single mother and son, as the pair often served to resupply one of its remote outposts. The crew of that outpost often offered rations when money became too tight, a bed after long humps, and companionship for the young man, even if only in the form of army troopers and navy pilots. Charlie had no formal schooling, but was well educated by his mother and all the books he could read. It didn't take the young man long to realize that his mother and he hardly had the grandest life. So, he resolved he would make a far better life for himself, aspiring to be one of the Grand Moffs he saw seated in thrones of authority, surrounded by wealth. He dedicated himself to this, researching successful political campaigns everywhere he could, and when he couldn't he learned math, science, other things he'd need to ensure he never made a fool of himself. And so, after his twentieth birthday, he was off to the navy academy, lusting after a command of his own so that he could claim glory and the eye of those in power. For now, however, his fast reflexes saw him sent to TIE training, where he flourished, much to his chagrin.

S'il y avait une chose que Nova Jinnau détestait d'être une femme, c'était les examens gynécologiques de Dieu. Le docteur droïde est toujours si froid qu'il y avait de la personnalité. Le stupide docteur droïde lui a fait manquer le briefing. Elle a rapidement pris son costume de vol et a commencé à courir vers son Tie. En chemin, elle a appelé Marc Rlyeh. "Désolé Marc. Stupide docteur droïde a insisté pour faire mon examen ou je ne serais pas autorisé pour le vol. Sur le chemin de la baie du hangar maintenant. Rendez-vous là-bas, vous devrez me rattraper sur le briefing." Elle courait jusqu'au hangar. Une fois qu'elle y est arrivée, elle a immédiatement pris son casque et a commencé à chercher sa cravate.

Name: Nova Jinnau Age: 21 Gender: Female Attributes: Covered in personality section. Personality: She lives totally in the moment. She has incredible instincts and quick reflexes, which makes her the best flyer and shot, at least in her opinion. Her ability to take quick, decisive action, but can also bring out her recklessness in the sense that she lives so much for immediate experiences that she doesn’t stop to consider the negative consequences of her actions. She is quick to respond and take the first punch. She doesn’t learn from past experiences, but instead keeps her options open. She is unafraid of criticism and loves to point out the inconsistencies in other people. She can be very logical in how she deals with problems; and how to plot battle tactics to catch the enemy off guard; her ability to think outside the box proves useful. She quickly evaluates people, measures them logically against the situation, and dismisses them if she finds them wanting. She’s interested in hearing “the other side” and has no respect for authority. Her concern is keeping other people safe. She hates to lose other pilots. She hates stupid accidents that cost lives. She feels enormous guilt for letting her desire to make another person happy lead to their death. She instinctively sounds out other people and knows just which buttons to push to hurt them the worst. She’s totally ill at ease with her own emotions and doesn’t know how to handle them. Even though she has a short-term focus, she can also be persuaded to believe in fantastical ideas and to consider possibilities that don’t naturally occur to her. Biography: Nova comes from a long proud tradition of Mandalorian & Imperial fighter pilots. Growing up there was no question what she was going to do when she grew up. As a child she was taught to fly on holosimulators, eventually she flew actual starfighters. Two years before her joining the Imperial Academy her clan was attacked by the Death Watch, she joined the rest of the pilots in protecting their home from air bombardment while others repelled the ground attack. As soon as she was old enough she joined the Imperial Academy.

Garik a immédiatement froncé après sa première question. Est-ce qu'il a salué toutes les filles comme ça? Non, il ne l'a pas fait. Il n'accueillait généralement personne. À l'arrière de sa tête, il a déjà regretté sa décision de lui dire quoi que ce soit. Pour tout ce qu'il savait, l'un d'eux allait se faire descendre dans leur première bataille, faisant de toute la conversation une perte de temps. Il aurait dû garder la tête baissée et s'en aller. Mais il était trop tard maintenant, pensait-il, alors qu'elle étendait sa main. Lentement, il s'en est sorti et l'a malmené jusqu'à ce qu'elle l'arrête, voyant ses yeux tout le temps. Ce n'est qu'à la poignée de main qu'il a répondu à l'une de ses questions. "Oui.. tu es mon ailier. Et non. Tu es la première à qui j'ai parlé." En regardant autour de lui, Garik s'est rendu compte que les deux étaient les seuls qui restaient, et a commencé à partir aussi. Il s'arrêta brusquement dans la porte quand il eut un moment de clarté soudaine. L'entraînement était terminé. Contrairement à ses simulations, s'il était mort dans l'espace, il allait mourir pour de vrai. Pendant un bref moment, son sang-froid s'est brisé, et la peur s'est effondrée sur son visage. Dans son moment de faiblesse, il se tourna vers Cora. Doucement, il lui a dit. "Hé Lieutenant... quand on est dehors... juste... Je surveillerai tes arrières. Regarde le mien. Marché conclu?" Cluster Tion, Territoires de la côte extérieure Clariv, Secteur Caluula Opération: Frayeur de grève (0 BBY) 2/205e Groupe des chasseurs impériaux "C'est Aurek Leader! Six combattants rebelles viennent juste de... » Le capitaine Kael a crié avant que sa transmission ne soit coupée. Il avait divisé l'escadron en trois vols, les maintenant dispersés au fur et à mesure qu'ils scrutaient le chemin du Tyrant vers Clariv, foyer de la base rebelle. Loin de toute aide que le Star Destroyer pouvait envoyer, qui était mis en scène juste à l'extérieur du système, le capitaine et son vol avaient été pris totalement au dépourvu quand un groupe de T-65 X-Wings a sauté hors de l'hyperespace devant lui et attaqué. En bref, Kael a été vaporisé, et trois membres survivants de son vol ont été dispersés. Malheureusement, ils ont appelé à l'aide. "Aurek Five, je suis en route." Garik grit les dents alors qu'il filait son chasseur TIE autour et courait vers le combat. Sur son champ d'application, il a vu Aurek Two and Three jouer à un jeu mortel de chat et de souris avec trois des combattants rebelles. Une seconde, c'était le chasseur, et l'autre, c'était la proie. Aurek Four, d'autre part, était suivi de près par un X-Wing encombré et avait déjà été frappé une fois. "Désormais!" Garik a accidentellement soufflé au-delà des cinquième et sixième X-Wing, qui avait glissé loin de la bagarre de chiens. Il a survécu à leur tir laser quand ils sont passés, et lui et l'un des pilotes rebelles ont fait des virages difficiles pour obtenir une perle l'un sur l'autre. En fin de compte, Garik a pu surpasser le rebelle, et a commencé à le verrouiller avec son ordinateur de ciblage quand il a reçu un avertissement. Il avait oublié le second X-Wing, qui le suivait et le ferait bientôt verrouiller. La colère enflammée à l'intérieur de lui, Garik s'est forcé à rester sur la cible et a marqué son lien de communication, "Tarneia où es-tu?"

Name: Garik Antocha Age: 27 Gender: Male Garik is a very serious looking individual, rarely betraying any kind of emotion past anger. Physically he is a thin, slender young man who is pushing the maximum height authorized by the Imperial pilot corp. His most striking feature are his eyes, which have often been described as intense if not inquisitive. Finally, in keeping with military standards, he keeps his hair cut short and his face clean shaven. Garik is a hard worker and an intellectual. It's what helped him become an above average starfighter pilot, because while he lacked a natural talent for flying, he made up for it by spending every waking moment training in the simulators or learning about his craft. But one thing he's always struggled in is combat outside a starfighter. He's never been able to perfect his marksmanship with a blaster or make any real gains when it comes to his physique. In addition, Garik has some deep rooted issues stemming from the sudden lose of his father, issues that will sometimes hamper his ability to think straight. Garik lives by a sense code of honor instilled by his father at an early age, one that emphasises selfless service, personal courage and moral integrity. This will sometimes clash with Imperial doctrine, as he has a hard time placing the mission first and sacrificing his comrades, and is reluctant to follow through on orders he deems morally questionable. However, at the end of the day, Garik is a soldier, and will typically follow any order given to him. The death of Garik's father also left a serious impact on him. In his mind, he needed to honor his memory by following in his footsteps, and became obsessed with making his dead father proud of him by tirelessly dedicating himself to the Imperial Navy. During this time, Garik also became increasingly more distant while he toiled over his studies. He shut his family and friends out. He gave up the pursuit of happiness, robbing him of a normal childhood. He bottled his emotions up and became distant, growing up to become an austere, introverted young man and leading him to lash out at others, sometimes unreasonably. It wasn't until recently, when Garik began to fly, that he found his escape. Garik was a Generational. His father had died fighting Seperatists during the Clone Wars, his mother had been a nurse in the Republic Medical Corps, and his ancestors before him had a long and steeped history of serving in the Republic Navy. In addition, Garik was a native of the planet Anaxes. He had been raised on a world where the Empire was seen as peacekeepers and hailed as heroes by the people. Naturally this, combined with his ancestral history, inspired Garik to follow in his family's footsteps. His performance in the Imperial Sub-Adult Group and cadets reflected this desire, though it came at a cost. While other children lived a life of imaginary adventure outdoors, Garik spent much of his free time in deep study at home, and largely lived a solitary life, his only friends being the protocol droids his mother would use to tutor him. While Garik ultimately aspired to be the captain of his own ship, because of his high marks in the Imperial Academy and the demand for high rate pilots in the face of a growing rebellion, he was enrolled against his wishes in the Tir flight school onboard the Star Destroyer Inflexible. Luckily, from the moment he first stepped into the cockpit of a real starfighter, he was hooked. No longer was his free time spent nose-deep in his academic studies, but instead in the training simulators of a TIE/IN starfighter. He thoroughly enjoyed the experience of being a starfighter pilot, so much so that when an opportunity to transfer out of flight school and into the command crew of a Star Destroyer finally presented itself to Garik, he denied the chance to continue his career in the Imperial pilot corp.

Cora a hurlé aux derniers mots de Garik, souriant peu à lui. Elle avait l'habitude de sourires de ce genre. Hérité, elle disait toujours. Mais quelques secondes plus tôt, il y avait eu une certaine... aura, l'échappant, un sens du sérieux, peut-être la réalité le frappant? Ça s'est répandu comme un feu de forêt, au moins. Peut-être que ce n'était même pas cela, mais tout le scénario l'a fait respirer profondément. Bloquez-le, alors. Elle pensait à elle-même. Néanmoins, Garik n'avait pas besoin de sentir la nervosité d'elle. Ça ne profiterait à personne. Ne t'inquiète pas. Je vais moins qu'un bantha loin de là. Elle a hurlé, comme Garik a pris son congé. Cora a rapidement suivi la direction qu'il avait dirigée, en direction du hangar. Avec un rapide balayage, elle a ouvert le datapad, en passant par les détails de la mission. Heureusement pour elle, c'était le cockpit d'un charmant bombardier qui l'attendait. Beaucoup les considéraient comme des cibles plus volumineuses et faciles. Ils avaient sûrement raison, au moins dans une certaine mesure. Mais elle les adorait. Cora a couru sa main sur le verre du cockpit d'une manière douce, avant de s'appuyer soigneusement sur sa tête contre elle. Elle l'a laissée partir, elle a tout effacé. Enfin, elle a frappé deux fois dessus pour bonne chance, souriant à elle-même. Je vais m'occuper de toi, ne t'inquiète pas. Elle a dragué le bombardier TIE. "C'est Aurek Leader! Six combattants rebelles juste-" Une vague rapide d'adrénaline a traversé Cora alors qu'elle guidait son navire devant un petit astéroïde. Les rebelles étaient sortis du bleu, et ils avaient déjà tiré sur toutes les cibles qu'ils pouvaient atteindre. Le capitaine Kael était parti peu après le début des combats, et Cora essayait désespérément d'obtenir un aperçu de la situation. Son regard s'arrêta à la vue de son ailier Garik poursuivant deux ailes X. Le feu de blaster entourait les navires dans ce qui était presque une belle symphonie. Une aile X a rapidement commencé à suivre le lieutenant Antosha avec un rythme dangereux. Le jeune pilote l'a cognée vers son emplacement, pour tenter de rattraper son retard. Son chemin était rempli de rochers et de débris qui volaient partout. L'un a griffé l'aile, mais l'ordinateur n'a pas décidé de se plaindre. J'arrive! Jus--- F--- Cora a interrompu le bavardage, car les restes d'Aurek Leader ont volé dangereusement près d'elle. Je le vois! J'ai failli avoir une serrure, mais si vous le bousculez à gauche sur ma marque, je le frapperai mort! Sa précision n'avait jamais échoué à son entraînement, mais c'était loin d'être l'entraînement. Si l'aile X a réussi à obtenir un bon verrouillage, il n'y avait pas de redémarrage. Et à cette pensée, Cora a pris une profonde respiration. Elle a chargé un missile de commotions et a filmé la couverture du bâton de commande. Sans hésiter, elle a préparé la serrure. À ma marque! Un.. Deux.. Mark!. Cora près de crier à la radio, à son ailier. Il n'y avait pas de temps à perdre, et elle a donc appuyé sur le bouton. Le missile a été libéré du bombardier TIE/sa, se dirigeant tout droit vers la cible. Si seulement Garik réussissait à attirer le navire de queue vers la gauche, ce serait un tir propre. Mais il y avait tellement de variables dans l'espace.

Name: Cora Tarneia Age: 23 Gender: Female Cora stands slightly shorter than the average female human, along with a fairly regular build. The young woman definitely does not have an overly muscular build, but nonetheless is in a fitting physical shape for the Imperial army. Her chocolate copper hair is usually kept in a ponytail or a neat knot, to prevent it from getting in the way during work. During flight missions as a bomber, Cora is exceptionally calm and precise (at least during the practice runs), however, her dogfighting skills is nothing out of the ordinary. Just so, her blaster rifle aim isn’t particularly amazing, though her pistol aim is slightly better. Cora has always had a fear of caves, and generally being underground. This mostly being due to trauma as a child, watching a cave collapse on a group of miners. She isn’t overly welcoming of alien races, again, due to her positive view on the Empire. Cora always had a light-hearted nature and a curiosity for the vast universe. Though she isn’t particularly outgoing at first, due to spending most her childhood with her close family, and rarely meeting too many new people, besides the friends of her father and mother. Even though she has the basic Imperial trooper training, she never was an extraordinary with a blaster rifle (Her pistol aim was far better, that saying a lot.) nor fighter pilot. It was as a bomber pilot she found her spot. Her intelligence and focus during flight made for an excellent bomber, especially concerning smaller and harder-to-hit targets. Being raised on Balmorra Cora wasn’t taught to question the Empire, as it supposedly was them that supplied her father with pay, and allowed them to live a fairly peaceful life. Born on the planet of Balmorra, Cora was used to the Imperial presence. With the planet developing and producing weaponry for the Empire, there wasn’t much space for ever considering “Is it wrong?”. Her father was in charge of an engineering section in one of the weapon factories on Balmorra, and her mother stayed at home raising Cora and her twin-brother Damien. During their childhood the two played as much as they could, pretending to be flying in TIE fighters, or defeating the rebellious Jedi as a mighty Sith, the possibilities were endless. By the age of ten years old Cora and her brother started fiddling around with whatever their father brought home from the factory, all sorts of defect or outdated technology. Cora, especially, caught an early interest in the engineering. Alas, engineering was not her destiny. When Cora came of age the Empire offered her a place within the Imperial Army, as a ‘reward’ for her father’s loyal service through the years. Seeing it as her best opportunity to get off from Balmorra and have a chance to see what else the galaxy contained, she said yes. Just so, her brother Damien agreed to come along as well. The two parted ways after the basic training. Damien pursued a career as a trooper, whilst Cora rediscovered a childhood love for Starfighters. She entered flight school as soon as she could, taking a basic course as a TIE/LN Starfighter pilot. Soon, she found an interest in the TIE/sa bomber. Without hesitation she pursued training as a bomber pilot.

Alors que Marc préparait son TIE, son com est venu à la vie "Désolé Marc. Stupide docteur droïde a insisté pour faire mon examen ou je ne serais pas autorisé pour le vol. Sur le chemin de la baie du hangar maintenant. Rendez-vous là-bas, vous devrez me rattraper sur le briefing." avec un chanfrein, il a répondu "Copie que, Je n'ai pas manqué beaucoup de supériorité orbitale standard...Hurry up bien que le capitaine n'aime pas quand les pilotes ne sont pas à l'heure, même avec une excuse" Il a dit qu'il a couru à travers les dernières étapes de sa procédure de démarrage. Et bien nous y voilà... il pensait que ses pensées allaient vers sa fille. J'ai l'impression d'être pour toujours puisque je t'ai tenu dans mes bras... tu me manques cœur doux qu'il pensait. Lentement, il a commencé à penser à la dernière fois qu'il avait vu sa famille. C'était le jour où on lui a ordonné de se présenter. qui aurait cru qu'il finirait en tant que pilote TIE d'élite. À l'époque, il était destiné à quelque poste de nulle part, tué par des pirates qui fouillaient le navire de corvette sur lequel il servait. Heureusement par la chance et beaucoup de travail dur, il a été accepté dans la société Starfighter Angela... du moins je sais que vous vivez bien. Il pensait qu'il avait hâte de lire le message qu'il avait reçu quelques instants avant d'embarquer à bord de son combattant. Alors que Marc volait le long de son aile à l'arrière de l'homme de formation, son Comared to life"C'est Aurek Leader! Six combattants rebelles juste-" La voix des capitaines a été soudainement coupée alors qu'il a remarqué plusieurs coups de feu frappent les capitaines Fighter et soudainement explosé alors qu'un groupe de combattants de l'aile X sautait dans la zone et engageaient les forces impériales. Avec l'attaque soudaine Les autres pilotes impériaux brouillèrent et se mirent à attaquer l'ennemi. "C'est Aurek quatre qui vous engage, Jinnau vous avec moi? Je vais avoir besoin d'aide" a-t-il dit quand il s'est séparé et a commencé à chasser une aile X. Le pilote de l'aile X a dû être inexpérimenté car le pilote n'a pas remarqué Marc jusqu'à ce qu'il ait ouvert le feu. alors que la plupart des tirs ont été dissipés lors de l'impact avec le bouclier déflecteur un rond a brûlé l'aile supérieure droite. Super... et bien ça a été plus dur... il pensait amèrement que le pilote de l'aile X a commencé à essayer de Shake Marc. Comme Marc a dédaigné le pilote, il s'est rendu compte que c'était une question de temps avant que l'homme de l'aile du pilote ne vienne l'aider.

Name: Marc Rlyeh Age: 24 Gender: Male Marc is surprising tall man and often mistaken for an army grunt due to his well muscled body. From his childhood on Dantooine, Marc has gained a number of scars from working on his family's farm. On his left arm he has the name of his daughter Angela and his soon to be wife Anya tattooed on his right arm. Marc is a natural Fighter pilot, At home amidst the Havoc that is Space dog fighting He is a terror to a trained rebel pilot. As a bomber pilot he is barely average. On the blaster range Marc is considered slightly below average with rifles and average with a pistol. Due to both his criminal record and knowing that Marc's sister is a known rebel, there are some who feel he doesn't belong in the cockpit of a fighter. When it comes to hand to hand fighting Marc shows remarkable skill in defending himself. Regardless of what most people would say, Marc is a surprisingly good person. While he isn't the friendliest person for those who call him a friend have found themselves glad to have taken the chance to speak with him. When with his squad mates or friends he is a very easy going man, often cracking he occasional joke and play a hand or two of cards. Marc is a proud and loving father, just trying to support his daughter back home. Born to a family on Dantooine Marc was the first of three kids. Marc grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere with his neighbors being two hours away. Like most children he once had dreams, more then anything he wanted to go to school and become a doctor on some other world far way from Dantooine. Sadly fate had other ideas in mind. As the eldest it was his job to help support his family. Instead of school Marc was working around the farm. For much of his youth Marc's life was the farm, there was no time for what little social life a nobody farmer could find in the middle of nowhere. For years he watched his sister live the life he wanted. Kara, the eldest of his younger siblings, was sent to school. First it was the tiny school on dantooine then private tutors when they could pay for one. Marc had come to peace with his lot, he would stay a nobody farmer who never did anything with his life. His life would change when he Met Anya. Like Marc Anya was the eldest daughter of a farmer, they had met a few times when they went to the space port to sell their crops and they became quick friends.what little spare time he had Marc spent them with Anya On dantooine friendships were rare,unless you were old enough to go the the cantina there were few chances to meet people. As they both grew older their friendship grew. Soon the friendship would become something more. Marc found himself thinking of but her. Her long strtrawberry blonde hair, her green eyes and a smile that seemed to make all his troubles go way. Marc was 16 when he told he loved her. For six months they dated until Anya told she was pregnant. It was the greatest day of his life when Marc found out, but also the worst. Not two days after he found out the news, imperial officals pounded on his door. They were looking for his sister, as it turned out Kara had come into with Rebel sympathizers. She believed in the cause, and joined at the first chance she got. For just being her brother he was arrested and charged as a traitor, when it was found not did he not any connections with the rebels instead of asking for death he was given an option. Serve in the military, where he was expected to die, or go to prison.

Nova s'est précipitée vers son Tie, un intercepteur Tie/IN. Elle s'est précipitée dans ses contrôles avant le vol, tout était bon à faire. Elle est sortie de là à grande vitesse, faisant peur aux gens sur le pont d'envol. "Marc dans ma cravate et prêt à effacer un peu d'ordures de Rebel. Nova a trouvé Marc pourchasser un X-Wing, elle a aussi remarqué un X-Wing venant derrière lui. Elle a poussé son Tie jusqu'à ce qu'il soit limite de rattraper. Quand elle était à portée de tir, elle a tiré tous ses canons laser dessus. "J'ai ton dos Marc. Ce X-Wing ne vous tuera pas. Je ne peux pas perdre mon ailier dans notre premier combat." Elle a gardé un œil sur ses détecteurs pour s'assurer que rien ne se cache derrière elle. Elle adorait se battre dans l'espace dans toutes les directions, en haut, en bas, à gauche et à droite en même temps.

Name: Nova Jinnau Age: 21 Gender: Female Attributes: Covered in personality section. Personality: She lives totally in the moment. She has incredible instincts and quick reflexes, which makes her the best flyer and shot, at least in her opinion. Her ability to take quick, decisive action, but can also bring out her recklessness in the sense that she lives so much for immediate experiences that she doesn’t stop to consider the negative consequences of her actions. She is quick to respond and take the first punch. She doesn’t learn from past experiences, but instead keeps her options open. She is unafraid of criticism and loves to point out the inconsistencies in other people. She can be very logical in how she deals with problems; and how to plot battle tactics to catch the enemy off guard; her ability to think outside the box proves useful. She quickly evaluates people, measures them logically against the situation, and dismisses them if she finds them wanting. She’s interested in hearing “the other side” and has no respect for authority. Her concern is keeping other people safe. She hates to lose other pilots. She hates stupid accidents that cost lives. She feels enormous guilt for letting her desire to make another person happy lead to their death. She instinctively sounds out other people and knows just which buttons to push to hurt them the worst. She’s totally ill at ease with her own emotions and doesn’t know how to handle them. Even though she has a short-term focus, she can also be persuaded to believe in fantastical ideas and to consider possibilities that don’t naturally occur to her. Biography: Nova comes from a long proud tradition of Mandalorian & Imperial fighter pilots. Growing up there was no question what she was going to do when she grew up. As a child she was taught to fly on holosimulators, eventually she flew actual starfighters. Two years before her joining the Imperial Academy her clan was attacked by the Death Watch, she joined the rest of the pilots in protecting their home from air bombardment while others repelled the ground attack. As soon as she was old enough she joined the Imperial Academy.

Je ne voulais pas être pilote. Charlie a pensé à lui-même alors qu'il branlait son combattant hors du chemin des canons laser d'une aile X. "Je voulais juste avoir un commandement, j'espère un Star Destroyer, mais tout irait bien. Mais le corps de TIE? C'était la dernière chose que je voulais." Une autre pensée errante a traversé l'esprit de Charlie alors qu'il tirait son combattant en boucle, une aile X apparaissant brièvement dans la fenêtre de sa cible avant que le pilote rebelle n'éclaircisse et n'éclaircisse sa ligne de tir. Charlie a posé son chasseur dans un virage juste après le chasseur, un sourire facile alors qu'il voyait le chasseur entrer dans son champ de vision, bien que cette fois l'autre pilote ne se soit pas écarté du chemin. Alors que son ordinateur prenait une solution, Charlie réfléchit : « Pourquoi ne nettoie-t-il pas la ligne de feu? Bien sûr que je pourrais le garder sous cet angle, mais vous pensiez qu'il essaierait au moins, d'y penser quel genre d'ailier merdique laisse son pote... Comme Charlie a déprimé le étalon de tir, ses lasers faisant sauter le chasseur à l'arrière, il s'est rendu compte qu'il l'avait été. Ses détecteurs l'ont prévenu d'un contact sur ses six. Charlie a été forcé de commencer à se branler, en essayant de garder les tirs du rebelle hors de la cible. Les tirs de Charlie avaient endommagé l'autre combattant, quelques-uns d'entre eux s'éloignaient, mais Charlie avait la présence de l'esprit pour continuer à tirer pendant qu'il s'échappait. Il a été capable d'agiter le chasseur sur la cible pendant une seconde, quelques coups de feu qui ont fini l'aile X dans une explosion de feu. Cependant, l'autre combattant était toujours sur ses six, et Charlie ne pouvait s'échapper que si longtemps. "Aurek Six, Amos j'ai besoin d'aide, j'en ai un sur la queue et je ne peux pas le secouer."

Name: Charlie R. Marick Age: 21 Gender: Male Attributes: Sharp reflexes, Fast Learner, Poor Upper Body Strength, Easily Winded Personality: Charlie is sharp as a tack and looking to make his own way in the galaxy. He's ambitious, though not quite enough to do what some would deem necessary to feed it. He passes himself off as a very easygoing guy, usually laughing at something or cracking jokes. He's a glory hound at heart, willing to take any risk to get where he's going. Biography:​ Charlie was born on the freighter Providence to the ship's captain, the child of a brief fling she'd had in port. Growing up, Charlie rarely felt the pull of natural gravity, and even more rarely did he leave the vessel he was born on. Charlie's mother did well enough that ends met without issue, but they were far from wealthy. The Empire was good to the single mother and son, as the pair often served to resupply one of its remote outposts. The crew of that outpost often offered rations when money became too tight, a bed after long humps, and companionship for the young man, even if only in the form of army troopers and navy pilots. Charlie had no formal schooling, but was well educated by his mother and all the books he could read. It didn't take the young man long to realize that his mother and he hardly had the grandest life. So, he resolved he would make a far better life for himself, aspiring to be one of the Grand Moffs he saw seated in thrones of authority, surrounded by wealth. He dedicated himself to this, researching successful political campaigns everywhere he could, and when he couldn't he learned math, science, other things he'd need to ensure he never made a fool of himself. And so, after his twentieth birthday, he was off to the navy academy, lusting after a command of his own so that he could claim glory and the eye of those in power. For now, however, his fast reflexes saw him sent to TIE training, where he flourished, much to his chagrin.

Nova a fini le X-Wing en essayant de tuer Marc. L'explosion était comme de la musique à ses oreilles. Elle a déplacé son combattant vers la droite et a commencé à en chercher un autre. Celui-ci avait clairement déjà reçu endommagé dans ce combat. C'était un peu comme tricher, mais c'était son devoir alors elle l'a abattu de toute façon. Elle a roulé pour l'enfer. Elle a tourné en rond pour vérifier Marc et n'a trouvé aucune ordure rebelle sur ses six. Alors elle est allée après une autre X-Wing.

Name: Nova Jinnau Age: 21 Gender: Female Attributes: Covered in personality section. Personality: She lives totally in the moment. She has incredible instincts and quick reflexes, which makes her the best flyer and shot, at least in her opinion. Her ability to take quick, decisive action, but can also bring out her recklessness in the sense that she lives so much for immediate experiences that she doesn’t stop to consider the negative consequences of her actions. She is quick to respond and take the first punch. She doesn’t learn from past experiences, but instead keeps her options open. She is unafraid of criticism and loves to point out the inconsistencies in other people. She can be very logical in how she deals with problems; and how to plot battle tactics to catch the enemy off guard; her ability to think outside the box proves useful. She quickly evaluates people, measures them logically against the situation, and dismisses them if she finds them wanting. She’s interested in hearing “the other side” and has no respect for authority. Her concern is keeping other people safe. She hates to lose other pilots. She hates stupid accidents that cost lives. She feels enormous guilt for letting her desire to make another person happy lead to their death. She instinctively sounds out other people and knows just which buttons to push to hurt them the worst. She’s totally ill at ease with her own emotions and doesn’t know how to handle them. Even though she has a short-term focus, she can also be persuaded to believe in fantastical ideas and to consider possibilities that don’t naturally occur to her. Biography: Nova comes from a long proud tradition of Mandalorian & Imperial fighter pilots. Growing up there was no question what she was going to do when she grew up. As a child she was taught to fly on holosimulators, eventually she flew actual starfighters. Two years before her joining the Imperial Academy her clan was attacked by the Death Watch, she joined the rest of the pilots in protecting their home from air bombardment while others repelled the ground attack. As soon as she was old enough she joined the Imperial Academy.

Le GoGallion, assis dans l'espace d'une des lunes dans le système de la voie laiteuse. Le Gokaiger nouvellement assemblé s'est réuni pour quelques causes mutuelles et pas si mutuelles. Recca était debout sur le pont du navire regardant dans l'espace. Le GoGallion avait un générateur d'atmosphère artificielle et son propre système de gravité si debout dans l'espace n'était pas aussi dangereux qu'on le dirait. Alors qu'il regardait la lune, il se demandait où trouver d'autres clés de Ranger. Il savait déjà où étaient les clés d'Abaranger mais les autres qu'il n'avait aucune idée, "Premières choses d'abord," Il s'est dit hochement. Il savait que Navi ferait de son mieux pour les aider à les orienter dans la bonne direction et il était sûr que le mot est déjà revenu à l'empire Zangyack nouvellement ressuscité à leur sujet. Même s'il était le capitaine, il était sûr qu'il allait donner la clé rouge à Regal. Il semblait fiable d'être celui qui prend le contrôle du GoGallion. Il a regardé vers le bas son écharpe et bien de Gai. Où est allé son corps, et si l'ancien GoKaiger s'apprêtait à détruire le reste de l'empire de Zangyack, pourquoi le GoGallion était-il sur terre? Qu'est-il arrivé aux autres? Tant de questions, tant de choses devaient être faites. Mais d'abord, remettre les clés. Marcher sous le pont et regarder autour de tout le monde. "C'est l'heure." Il a dit qu'il marchait jusqu'au coffre au trésor. Il a pris les clés bleues, vertes, roses, jaunes et rouges. Il marcha vers chacun d'eux en les faisant passer avec les Mobiraters de Transformation Cellphone. "Régulièrement, je te fais confiance avec Red, sois forte et courageuse. Ne jamais fléchir en tant que capitaine de ce vaisseau. Je suis toujours le chef de cette équipe, mais je vais vous relayer fortement comme ma seconde. Xavi, votre fort et un bon combattant plus vous savez comment les ins et les hors de la piraterie, voici la clé bleue. Norvil Green est à vous, ce pouvoir vous aidera à récupérer votre richesse familiale et à faire avancer mes propres objectifs." Puis il s'est retourné et a marché vers Alkhildr, "Vous avez été beaucoup jeté, mais ne laissez pas votre passé gouverner votre présent. Elle est la clé du ranger rose." Il s'est tourné vers Jenny. "Maintenant, il est temps de vous donner la clé jaune, Quand nous vous avons trouvé vous étiez silencieux, en continuant à vous-même à travailler sur toutes les machines sur le navire. Alors continuez à faire ce que vous faites et continuez à nous supposer. » Il s'est tourné vers eux tous. "Maintenant Changez dans le nouveau Gokaiger. Navi reliera vos ceintures au coffre au trésor afin que vous puissiez appeler les clés de ranger à l'intérieur. Jusqu'à présent, j'ai collecté sur mes deux sets. Le Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger, et Mirai Sentai Timeranger. Navi a retrouvé les clés de Bakouryu Sentai Abaranger. Ils sont cachés sur une planète appelée Ryugal, et il serait difficile d'acquérir. Les Zangyack ont récemment lancé une campagne là-bas pour tenter de prendre le contrôle de la planète. La planète est surtout rurale, la planète est derrière la technologie, donc je suis sûr que vous pouvez imaginer comment se déroule la lutte. En raison du manque de technologie des planètes, l'empire de Zangyack n'a envoyé que quelques commandants d'action pour prendre le contrôle. Une fois que tout le monde a ses ceintures liées à la poitrine Regal établi un cours, comment nous y arrivons est complètement à vous. * Sur Ryugal * Le Zangyack a été sur un rythme régulier d'élimination de la petite résistance sur la planète. Le commandant d'action Shikabanen dirige des dizaines de Zgormin et des centaines de Gormin et a commencé à massacrer des civils innocents, et tous ceux qui ont l'air de sortir d'un combat. La bataille ici est clairement d'un seul côté. Il est clair que cette planète ne durera pas longtemps si quelqu'un ne va pas les aider.

Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.

Norvil tenait sur un sac de croustilles de barbecue. Rustling ouvrir le sac, et faire un son terriblement odieux, il a regardé ouvert au délicieux croustillants artificiellement aromatisés à l'intérieur. Salivant, comme il savait qu'il n'avait pas mangé pour, bien pas assez tôt, il a attrapé une croustille de pomme de terre, s'arrêtant pour le moment, avant de croquer sur la croustille. Il grimpait plus fort sur le sac de papier, et le grincait plus fort, il frottait son œil de sa main gauche. C'était une bonne nuit, il est resté debout tard et a regardé toutes sortes d'émissions de télévision, à côté de l'entrée et de la sortie pour quelques films mongols qu'il avait sur la main. Et quand il s'ennuya de ceux qu'il prit une courte gander à certaines plantes, il recueillit, s'assurant qu'ils étaient arrosés et soignés, et lisant un ou deux chapitres d'un guide de botanique. Norvil a jeté un coup d'œil alors qu'il munchait sur une autre puce de pomme de terre. "L'homme, d'ici, vous pouvez vraiment voir la portée de l'existence. Il a dit comme il mangeait une autre croustille de pommes de terre, "une autre goutte d'eau dans une mer sans fin. Ooor quelque chose." Il l'a glissé comme Recca a distribué des trucs, et était en train de venir à lui. Norvil a pris la clé verte et le téléphone portable. "Merci parce qu'on m'a mis dans le pétrin sur la façon dont je dois récupérer la richesse de la famille. Sis n'arrête pas de m'en vouloir." Il a dit qu'il regardait l'appareil plutôt confus. "Ouuuh... ouvre le sésame?" Rien. Il se met ensuite à jongler avec le mobirate et les clés. Rien. Il l'a regardé, et a maintenant remarqué qu'il y avait une fente ouverte qui ressemblait à la clé s'intégrerait. "Faible pisse." Il a placé la clé à l'intérieur, ce qui, en soi, n'a rien fait. Norvil l'a regardé curieusement, "Je suis apparemment censé changer dans le Gokaiger avec ça?" Il a dit qu'il était débordé, alors qu'il touchait dans son sac et mangeait une autre puce avant de déposer le sac sur le pont. "Oh, Gokaiger Open Seasme. Gokaiger Transforme. Gokaiger Alter! Raffinez Gokaiger!" Norvil a grondé car rien de ce qu'il a dit ne semblait fonctionner. "Uhh...Hng."

Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.

Bien sûr, il a dit pendant qu'il écoutait le discours avant de prendre la clé et de mobirate. "Je serai dans mes quartiers jusqu'à ce qu'on arrive à Ryugal." Avec un swesh de l'extrémité de la queue de son manteau, il s'éloigne du groupe et dans le couloir du navire. Il est ensuite entré dans la cuisine et s'est cogné sur la machine en obtenant une tasse de quelque chose de chaud. Il l'a mis de côté sur un stand voisin, il a plié sur les articles de lit à la main. Jouer avec la clé la regarder tourner d'une petite figure raide et dans une clé. Il a ensuite ouvert le kimirate et a vu le trou de clé. À part ça, ça ressemblait à un téléphone portable standard. En laissant les objets sur le lit, il s'est levé pour prendre une gorgée de son verre. La boisson laissant une piste de chaleur dans ses entrailles alors qu'il regardait à travers ses autres effets personnels. "C'est l'outil pour combattre le Zangyack? Je ne peux qu'espérer l'utiliser pendant la bataille. » Il s'est dit tranquillement. Penchant de nouveau dans sa chaise, il s'interrogea sur la façon dont se passait le voyageur Glint. Espérons qu'il faisait la même chose quand il était là; poursuivant sa valse toujours en mouvement à travers le cosmos sûr et loin du Zangyack atteint. Peut-être après une mission qu'il pourrait obtenir leurs coordonnées pour prendre une visite pour le bon vieux temps.

Name: Xavier "Xavi" Tonjaz Age: Mid twenties Appearance: Except he has a long coat that's blue colored because sentai so I guess it looks like Vergil's trench coat Gokai color: Blue Bio: Born on the planet Gamulon as a simple shephard. He wondered amongst the plush purple hills, plates, and mountain sides on his idyllic looking planet. That is until the Zangyack empire decided to stop over and conquer as a fleet way station. His planet was quickly taken over due to their immense strength and soon he found himself on unemployed and under the foot of an uncaring overlord. With no real way out he did what many others did which was to turn to a life a crime. He'd soon find himself as a novice pirate with a gang known only as the Dang Naam Boys where they'd raid all sorts of vessels especially lone unattended Zangyack ships easily causing thousands if not millions of Zagins worth of damage and stolen goods. Each plunder serving to satiate his desire for revenge against the Zangyack Empire. Eventually he'd grew experienced enough to part ways which he did as despite his love of plunder. He desired to begin to fight back against the tyranny of Zangyack. Eventually he'd find himself working on the famed space station/ bar known as the Traveller's Glint a roaving space station never known for staying in one place. One day things would be looking up when a stranger calling himself the next pirate king his name was Recca Bell. He said something about a treasure and being intrigued by his words joined him thinking it would be something useful to fight against the Zangyack Other: Currently has a 50,000,000 Zagin bounty

Regal Navail - Gokai Red L'optimisme était pour les braves; le courage était pour les forts; et le fait d'être fort était un don des cieux. C'est ce qu'il s'était dit d'innombrables fois au cours de son voyage. Quand il avait enfin rencontré Recca ; finalement, on lui a donné la chance de se battre, c'était plus qu'un destin au travail. C'était devenu l'occasion de montrer à l'Empire Zangyack que de nouveaux héros avaient marché sur les lieux. Que leur règne tordu allait prendre fin. Il s'assit dans la chaise du capitaine, en pensant à son chemin solitaire avant de rencontrer les autres; il sourit presque de façon encourageante à l'espace devant lui. C'était un sourire éblouissant qui créa de petites fossettes dans ses joues, ses paupières se fermèrent sur ses yeux de noisette en souvenir. Mais soudain, ils s'envolèrent, tombant dans un regard d'attente alors qu'il sentait Recca s'approcher. Ce genre de choses était presque comme un sixième sens, bien qu'il aimait l'attribuer à l'instinct pur et brut de l'intestin. Il s'est relevé de son siège une fois Recca arrivé à lui. Les paroles de l'homme laissaient une marque sur son âme, ils le pressaient vers l'avant, et ne faisaient que renforcer la volonté qui l'avait conduit si loin de chez lui. En s'emparant de la clé et du mobirater, Regal pouvait à peine contenir le sourire surjoyé sur ses lèvres pleines. Il l'avait finalement fait, a obtenu cette force qu'il avait vu sur la couverture de ses héros il y a tant d'années. Maintenant, il pourrait le faire aussi... il pourrait devenir Ranger. Il était prêt à se transformer en Gokai Red, mais il fut surpris par la confusion de Norvil et le départ soudain de Xavier ; il se trouva en train de gâcher dessus. Xavi, reviens! On doit se lier à la poitrine, il a appelé, il s'est écroulé comme il a disparu sans le reconnaître. Il soupira avant de regarder vers Norvil, Jenny, Alf, Recca. Très bien! J'ai encore un public alors, il s'est dit, en sentant l'impulsion et les mots tabasser dans son cœur. Comme cela, Norvil, il a retourné le Mobirater ouvert dans sa paume, a lâché la clé dans sa main, et a déverrouillé la source de son pouvoir avec une torsion puissante de son poignet. Une voix inconnue retentit avec un cri féroce. Comme ces mots résonnaient sur le pont, une lumière pourpre l'enveloppait; il l'entourait jusqu'à ce qu'il ne restait plus rien d'autre qu'une lueur rouge sang. Lorsqu'il s'est effondré, la jeune fille de cinq onze ans était vêtue de l'équipement pirate des Gokaigers, rouge et or mettant l'accent sur sa tenue alors qu'il claquait son poing maintenant vide dans sa paume. Très bien! Oh oui, c'est moi qui l'ai fait! Je l'ai fait! » Il a sauté en l'air avant d'atterrir avec une grâce sans effort. Cendrissant son poing, il entendit les cris tendus de ses gants de ses deux mains. Ne vous inquiétez pas, Recca, vous pouvez compter sur moi! Même si Xavier semble un peu désintéressé. Peut-être devrais-je lui parler, il a pensé à haute voix. Cependant, cela devrait attendre. Il a rapidement jeté ces plans sur le côté en regardant les autres. "Yo les gars, juste dire "GOKAI CHANGER!" et verser tout votre espoir dans le Mobirater et Key. Cela devrait compléter la transformation. » Il leur a dit, tenant son poing devant lui comme s'il saisit la manifestation de la force. Une fois que tout le monde était prêt, Regal était rapide pour régler la route la plus droite vers Ryugal. Il a parlé très franchement à Navi, en ordonnant à l'oiseau de s'assurer qu'ils n'ont pas été remarqués par le Zangyack à moins qu'il ne soit absolument inévitable. Ce serait amusant de faire une entrée flashy, quelque chose qui les ferait tous gaspiller et émerveiller aux nouveaux héros. Un sourire apparut et ses yeux de noisette se rétrécirent alors qu'il imaginait que la mâchoire de Zangyack s'écroulait contre son poing. Je-je peux sentir l'impulsion, Il a dit au cœur le plus profond de lui-même, saisir le tissu sur son cœur.

Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here

Alors que Recca lui remettait les Mobirates, Alkhildr ne pouvait qu'y revenir dans la confusion. C'était censé être une arme? Comment une telle chose pourrait-elle être utilisée pour serrer les têtes du Zangyack maudit? Il est clair qu'une épée ou une hache serait meilleure, car avec une lame puissante elle pourrait laisser couler le sang de ses ennemis comme un barrage éclatant! Et comment un appareil de communication et une clé bizarre lui ont-ils permis de faire ça? Comme elle était sur le point de s'interroger à haute voix, cependant, Regal avait décidé d'expliquer ce que Recca avait simplement glissé. Dans un éclair de lumière rouge, il s'était transformé, et portait maintenant ce qui ressemblait à du spandex rouge et un casque assorti. "Ah, c'est comme ça que ça marche! Vous avez enfin l'air d'un vrai guerrier, frère Regal! » Rire de tout cœur, Alfhildr a donné au Red Ranger nouvellement nommé une gifle ludique sur le dos... Ou du moins à elle, c'était ludique; elle n'était pas une pour retenir, après tout, et n'était-ce pas pour sa nouvelle tenue Regal serait probablement assez douloureux en ce moment. -- Oui, avec ce pouvoir, nous montrerons vraiment à ces chiens de Zangyack le sens de la vengeance! Beaucoup de têtes rouleront cette matinée, et nos épées boiront au fond de leur sang comme si c'était la meilleure mére! » Malgré son enthousiasme, Alkhildr a simplement empoché sa clé et Mobirates. Un vrai guerrier ne tire son épée que lorsqu'il est temps d'une bataille glorieuse, après tout.

Name: Alfhildr Arnborg Age: 19 Gokai color: Pink Bio: Hailing from the far-off planet of Valhol, Alfhildr comes from a long line of fierce and proud warriors, akin to the vikings of Earth's past. When the Zangyack came to Valhol, they found that the natives didn't take too kindly to their usual "enslave and conquer" schtick, fighting back with uncontained viciousness and fury, perfectly willing to die to protect their homeworld. Due to how much resources the war effort against the planet was costing the Zangyack, they decided to let them do just that, changing their plans for the planet from "conquest" to "demolition". Those on the planet didn't realize this until it was too late to evacuate, and thus the only survivors of Valhol were those who were off-world at the time. Alhildr, being one of the few left of her race, turned to mercenary work to help vent her anger, taking on any job that would let her strike back at the Zangyack. Unfortunately, this eventually left her in over her head, and were it not for the timely intervention of a silver-suited figure she would most likely have died. Owing her life to this mysterious "Gokai Silver", she swore an oath to one day repay the favour, and soon enough she had joined his crew as Gokai Pink. Other: Proud, boisterous and possessing no indoor voice, Alfhildr is somewhat different from other past pink rangers. She is straightforward and about as subtle as a sledgehammer, and just as blunt. She expects honesty from everyone, and has trouble wrapping her head around the concepts of "lying" and "sarcasm". Despite her planet having been destroyed and most of her people killed, she's not exactly the mopey sort; she's less sad about their deaths and more angry at the Zangyack stooping to such cowardly tactics rather than fighting them honourably. Alfhildr's bounty currently stands at 500,000 Zagin.

Norvil a sonné lentement, "Thaaaat, eh bien oui, regard héroïque." Il a élevé le mobriate vers le haut et a regardé à elle un peu plus, avant de regarder dans le sac de chips de pommes de terre. Il s'est penché sur une poignée de chips dans le sac et s'est mis à les manger. Se tenant en arrière, il regarda Regal, "J'imagine que tu peux tourner à droite? Quelle même phrase de code ou quelque chose de ce genre?" Norvil a demandé, sachant qu'il voudrait savoir cela avant d'entrer dans le puissant spandex- peut-être spandex, aussi peut-être pas spandex, mais certainement les vêtements de l'héroïsme. "Parce que ce serait bien avant de dire "GOKAI CHANGER" et de tordre la chose." Il a dit tout en tordant inversement l'appareil. Et c'est à ce moment que Norvil a changé à travers une séquence flashy de lumière verte brillante, et maintenant de s'habiller dans le matériel pirate des Gokaigers. "Ouais, on va faire... ça, ou quelque chose comme ça. Ou on pourrait obtenir une coalition de planètes pour accepter de leur imposer des sanctions commerciales. Attends, non, ça ne marcherait pas cette fois. Ou on peut juste les battre et s'ils sont vraiment gentils près de la fin, les laisser aller à la promesse qu'ils ne seront plus maléfiques. Ce qu'ils auraient besoin de faire un LOT pour le prouver. Vu qu'ils ont détruit beaucoup de planètes. Mais à part ça, on va les tabasser. Plus encore, si ce sont eux qui ont pris les affaires de ma famille. Mais j'aurais besoin de les battre moins pour les capturer et les confirmer. Je me suis perdu... et mes jetons... » Norvil a dit qu'il secouait la tête. "... ça va être dur de manger avec ça. Du côté lumineux, le spectacle de lumière ne m'a pas encore laissé voir la couleur pourpre ou orange polka-dots depuis des semaines. Bien qu'il y ait eu beaucoup de vert." Norvil s'arrêta de nouveau avant de murmurer, "J'espère que je n'ai pas besoin d'utiliser les toilettes bientôt."

Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.

Après avoir remis l'équipement que Recca a regardé quand Xavi est sorti, il n'a même pas essayé de se transformer pour obtenir sa ceinture liée à la poitrine. Recca s'assurerait qu'il le fasse avant d'arriver à Ryugal. Il regardait Regal et Norvil faire leur chose et Navi semblait prendre soin de leurs ceintures pendant qu'il les regardait se parler. Recca se dirigea vers une console connectée à un moniteur et poinçonnée en quelques boutons. *Tentative de contact* Flashé à l'écran pendant qu'il attendait. Quelques instants plus tard, un homme a répondu, dans la cause de l'explosion de fond être entendu et l'écran secoué farouchement. « Comme je l'ai dit avant que vous n'ayez à nous tuer avant que nous nous rendions! Attendez un moment qui êtes-vous et comment avez-vous obtenu cette ligne sécurisée! Êtes - vous avec le Zangyack? " Recca pourrait dire à l'arrière qu'il était comme un homme têtu, il abandonnerait la planète avant de se rendre. Recca pourrait respecter ça, sortir selon vos propres conditions. "Je vous assure, je ne suis pas avec le Zangyack, en fait... Je suis sûr qu'on peut s'entraider. Je suis le chef Recca Bell de l'escadron Pirate, Gokaigers. Nous venons sur votre planète et nous cherchons quelque chose. Si vous pouvez nous aider à le trouver, nous empêcherons le Zangyack de détruire votre planète." Le vieil homme s'est envolé, "Gokaiger? Pirates! Je n'accepterai jamais l'aide de criminels sales. Je suis sûr que vous êtes la raison pour laquelle le Zangyack est ici. Vous êtes probablement en ligue avec eux! » Recca sourit : « Ce n'est qu'une coïncidence. Mais vous devez être d'accord, le timing est parfait. Du point de vue des choses, vous ne semblez pas être en mesure de vous plaindre. Acceptez mon aide et aidez-moi à localiser quelque chose enterré sur votre planète. Nous nous occuperons du Zangyack. Du point de vue des choses, vous n'avez pas beaucoup de temps avant qu'elles ne prennent le relais. Le choix est à vous. Vous pouvez me contacter à nouveau sur cette ligne." Avant que le gars puisse répondre, Recca a déconnecté la ligne. Recca s'est dit : « Eh bien, les choses se lèvent. » Il sourit et se dirigea vers Regal. "son temps," il se tourna pour regarder Alkhildr. Tu devrais l'utiliser avant qu'on parte. Je dois m'assurer que tout le monde est prêt à partir." Il est parti en direction de la chambre Xavi.

Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.

Regal Navail, le GoGallion Alf était fort et normalement qu'elle aurait envoyé une vague de douleur dans son dos, mais à l'intérieur du costume, protégé et rehaussé, il sentait peu moins que le coup d'oreiller. Il sourit derrière le casque, sa signature retentissant tout aussi clair que sa voix normale. Pour être honnête, Alf était peut-être son préféré de l'équipage. Elle était tout aussi franche et audacieuse qu'il était plein d'espoir et de persévérance. Il riait à côté de sa vision enthousiaste, c'était un peu plus médiéval qu'il n'en avait l'habitude, mais c'était tout de même parfait. Peu de temps après, Norvil avait commencé à trébucher sur sa langue, apparemment en essayant de rassembler toutes les pensées ronflant autour de sa tête. Norvil était sans aucun doute le plus intéressant pour lui. Il avait tellement d'idées qui flottaient autour qu'il fallait généralement une concentration supplémentaire pour que Regal les obtienne toutes. Regal a hurlé au Gokai Green nouvellement révélé, plaçant une main ferme sur l'épaule d'Alf comme il l'a fait. Il pouvait sentir son lien avec eux de plus en plus fort et cela le rendait vraiment excité pour l'avenir. Moi aussi, il a dit à Green avec un chortle avant de tourner la tête vers Alf. Mais avant de pouvoir parler, Recca l'avait approché et lui avait dit qu'il était temps de s'envoler. Il a hurlé, pompant un bras de couleur cramoisi dans l'air avant de se situer dans la chaise. Le GoGallion lui fut confié et personne d'autre que lui. Il prit cela à cœur et n'accepta personne d'autre dans son siège principal que lui-même. Plaçant un coude sur le bras de la chaise, il s'inclina la tête et sourit vers Alf. - Oui, voyons ça. Je veux savoir à quoi ressemble notre Gokai Rose. Navi, partons vers Ryugal maintenant, il a regardé Recca comme il est parti. Je pense qu'il va s'occuper de Blue pendant qu'on y arrive. C'est un gars plutôt intimidant, si quelqu'un peut le faire - en plus de moi bien sûr - ce serait lui. Vous ne pensez pas les gars?

Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here

Jenny a regardé la clé dans sa main. À bien des égards, Recca avait raison; elle était l'une des personnes tranquilles du groupe depuis longtemps. Il y a presque dix ans que la flotte de Zangyack est arrivée au Tyrol, et ce qu'elle a vu ce jour-là hantait encore ses cauchemars. J'espère que cette petite chose la laissera enfin se battre. Alors que le navire s'approcha de Ryugal, il s'assit sur le côté, hors de la vue du moniteur. Cela dit, elle était toujours en mesure d'entendre l'argumentation en cours. Il était plein du bluster typique que la plupart des dirigeants planétaires avaient dans son expérience, et le même sentiment de "pas mon problème" qui a toujours réussi à tenir jusqu'à malgré les légions de Gormins grouillant partout dans le lieu. Finalement, l'appel a coupé, et l'adolescente aux cheveux bleus s'est levée, glissant la clé dans la poche de son short. "Alors on y va?"

Name: Jennifer “Jenny” Rose Age: 16 Gokai color: Yellow Bio: While on the outside she seems like a fairly ordinary, if a little bubbly sixteen year old, she wasn’t always so. In fact, she was once quite the opposite. The sad fact is that she was orphaned in a Zangyack attack on her homeworld when she was just six years old. And while she was found crying in the rubble by the Gokai Galleon’s crew, it was several months before she said a word. Instead she spent most of that time either drawn up in one corner, or fiddling with mechanical things, trying to find out how they worked and how to repair them, which didn’t really stop after she finally came back out of her shell. Other: Jenny's also a fairly skilled mechanic, able to fix machines and occasionally people too, since there’s not really a problem that a Wrench Whack to the head can’t solve. At least in her mind, anyway.

Donc nous allons là-bas... pour les combattre, évidemment. Norvil s'est arrêté, "... Je ne peux rien manger avec ce truc. Mais, j'ai beaucoup de choses que j'ai besoin de regarder à partir de mon arriéré! » Norvil a donné une vague rapide, « Et à mes chambres où je peux regarder les différentes programmations... » Il a dit alors qu'il commençait à s'en aller, avant d'allumer immédiatement ses talons et de revenir en arrière. "Est-ce que ce sera long avant d'arriver là-bas? Parce que, je n'aimerais pas que tu saches, regarder la partie du spectacle jusqu'au bout, comme quand ils découvrent que le Butler ne le fait pas, juste pour avoir à se lever et battre ces gars pour l'héroïsme, et tout." Norvil dit alors qu'il se déplaçait à essuyer le nez, ce qu'il ne pouvait pas faire, comme il a activé le casque. "Ceci... va prendre un peu de temps à s'habituer à..."

Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.

Recca sourit en marchant et jeta le navire. Tout le monde semblait s'entendre très bien jusqu'ici. Son équipe était étrange, mais chacun d'entre eux a apporté quelque chose d'unique à l'équipe. Quand il a atteint la chambre Xavi, il a regardé avant d'entrer. Xavi s'assit dans une chaise avec un verre à la main. Il semblait avoir profondément pensé à quelque chose, Recca a frappé sur le chemin de la porte avant d'entrer, « Cela semble vraiment bon si je partage un verre avec vous? » Il attendait la permission d'entrer avant d'entrer. S'il est permis dans il tirerait une chaise et atteindre pour une tasse et attendre d'être versé un verre. Après avoir pris une perruque et senti la chaleur, il se penchait en arrière regarder par la fenêtre. "Tu sais, cette fois avec Gai." "Nous buvions et, pour une raison étrange, il décida de lui mettre ce pot sur la tête." Il a encore ri : « Et il m'a demandé d'avoir un bâton de kendo et de le frapper aussi fort que possible. Qu'est-ce que j'ai fait? Je l'ai frappé aussi fort que possible. Il est tombé et a touché le sol et je pensais l'avoir tué. Il est sorti pendant environ 30secondes, puis il tire comme si de rien ne s'était passé." Recca soupirait et riait encore. "Pourquoi t'es-tu joint? Je suis sûr que vous avez eu des richesses sur le Glint du voyageur, des femmes et tout ce que vous pourriez demander. Pourquoi abandonner tout cela pour me suivre?"

Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.

En parlant de l'arriéré de Norvil, dans un bras éloigné de la galaxie, une certaine incarnation pourpre du sport sanguin ajustait sa progéniture alors qu'il marchait sur une scène, des caméras diffusant à tous les citoyens du Zangyack. Des observateurs ont montré que des villes fumaient et des bâtiments publics étaient saccagés. Le candidat le plus récent avait eu de la chance avec cette planète-- beaucoup d'armes non létales qui n'ont rien fait à sa physiologie et beaucoup d'armes mortelles qui ont rebondi. Une victoire beaucoup plus propre que la planète qui a pris une quinzaine de concurrents pour conquérir, mais c'était son travail en tant qu'animateur de le parler, vraiment. -- Eh bien, bien, les gens! On dirait que notre dernier concurrent, Drongo le Destroyer, a vraiment décroché le classement! Il a gagné le mille certificat-cadeau Zagin pour Spacey's Department Store, la 37-saison complète As The World Burns: The Spandez Conquest Hour DVD collection, la navette personnelle de Zangyack Général Rocketry, des vacances à Planet Norgo, ET plus de vingt-cinq mille Zagin en espèces libre d'impôt pour l'aider à en profiter! Mais le prix GRAND est sur ces moniteurs- il semble que Drongo a écrasé une autre planète, faisant de lui le premier champion trois fois dans l'histoire du spectacle! Et tu sais ce que ça veut dire, n'est-ce pas? À l'unisson avec le public, il chanta, le poing soufflant avec les mots. "BON! MOYEN! Génial! PRISE!" "IIIIII AIMEZ-LA! Mais, malheureusement... nous n'avons plus le temps pour ce soir! Joignez-vous à nous demain quand nous verrons quelques-uns des points forts de la course de Dorgo sur le spectacle, et pour savoir s'il prendra le prix en argent de 45 millions de Zagin et le remettra à l'Empereur, OU s'il choisira de le gouverner en tant que gouverneur! Jusqu'à demain... on s'en va!"

Name: Zangyack Broadcasting Network Executive Spandez, Lord of the Late-Night Timeslot, The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport Appearance: Here. The form at his feet is his true form, a gigantic insectoid creature. He contorts his arms and wings to appear more humanoid, the wings folding to form his trademark suit. Age: Yes. Bio: Spandez is, in fact, older than the Zangyack empire. He might actually be the oldest living being in the cosmos, as he was born when the first sentient creature thought how awesome it would be to see two animals fighting. Spandez is the literal embodiment of bloodsport, from gladiatorial combat to violent sporting events. He spent a long time as a spacefaring conqueror, setting up gladiatorial arenas to amuse and feed himself. But he began to notice that a lot of other creatures would pay to get in… which led to profits, which led to faster expansion, which led to more spectacular arenas, which led to more power for himself. One day, thousands of years later, an agent for the Zangyack Broadcasting Network came to him and explained the wonders of television to the Dark Lord of Bloodsport. The Zangyack could not only broadcast his gladiatorial matches to the universe, but harvest the energy created by those enjoying the battles. They even offered to provide more unique equipment and gladiators (be they insubordinate Gormin, a bored Action Commander, or a prisoner from another world), provided they got a cut of the advertising revenue. Spandez even got a free cable package, which led to him discovering a gameshow. His gladiatorial matches had many contestants, but very few were volunteers. It had many fans, and many viewers, but also many decrying the barbaric spectacle. But gameshows… people were willing to do insane things for those prizes. They would humiliate themselves in public. They would take candy from children. They would leave people stranded on alien worlds with no food and water if the prize was great enough. And that's when Spandez hit upon the idea that all his gladiatorial matches needed was a fresh spin. And thus he hit upon an idea. The Zangyack would offer prizes to his contestants. The contestants would sow chaos and discord on planets. If the contestants won and managed to conquer the planet, they'd get legal ownership of it and a choice between becoming a planetary governor or handing it over to the Zangyack for a hefty prize. If they lost, they'd often do enough damage to the planet's infrastructure through the gameshow's challenges to make conquering the planet much easier for the Zangyack forces. This brilliant stroke elevated Spandez from a powerful warlord to chief executive of the Zangyack Empire's premier TV broadcasting network and a trusted enforcer of the emperor. However, due to one particularly stubborn planet, the emperor has requested his next conquest be centered on Earth. Other: A monster game show host who uses his program to expand an interstellar empire by offering invaders fabulous prizes for performing typical Sentai monster antics to destabilize a planet's infrastructure. Vehicle: Video Star, a combination spaceship and recording studio.

Levez-vous, il a dit : "On est là. La porte de sortie est la toute petite de la gauche à droite?" Il a ensuite pris la clé et la foule est sortie de sa chambre. Quitter Recca dans la poussière alors qu'il traversait le couloir principal et se dirigeait vers la sortie. Le Galleon avait déjà atteint la planète mais était toujours en route vers la terre ferme. Respirant dans l'air frais teinté de fumée, il vit en dessous des feux et de la fumée flambant de la ville sous le siège. Sans un instant de pause, il a sauté du navire et s'est retrouvé dans une chute libre. Avec une prise ferme sur la clé et la foule. Il a attendu qu'il tombe dans le ciel au fur et à mesure que les objets deviennent de plus en plus grands. Finalement, il a claqué la clé dans l'appareil et a tourné la clé pendant qu'il se transformait en Gokai Blue et a tiré quelques coups de feu sur les matraques. Atterrir sur le sol, il a laissé une marque d'impact notable. Le Chaos l'a accueilli car tout était en train d'être détruit par des matraques de grades et de fichiers qui étaient déjà alertés de son entrée antérieure.

Name: Xavier "Xavi" Tonjaz Age: Mid twenties Appearance: Except he has a long coat that's blue colored because sentai so I guess it looks like Vergil's trench coat Gokai color: Blue Bio: Born on the planet Gamulon as a simple shephard. He wondered amongst the plush purple hills, plates, and mountain sides on his idyllic looking planet. That is until the Zangyack empire decided to stop over and conquer as a fleet way station. His planet was quickly taken over due to their immense strength and soon he found himself on unemployed and under the foot of an uncaring overlord. With no real way out he did what many others did which was to turn to a life a crime. He'd soon find himself as a novice pirate with a gang known only as the Dang Naam Boys where they'd raid all sorts of vessels especially lone unattended Zangyack ships easily causing thousands if not millions of Zagins worth of damage and stolen goods. Each plunder serving to satiate his desire for revenge against the Zangyack Empire. Eventually he'd grew experienced enough to part ways which he did as despite his love of plunder. He desired to begin to fight back against the tyranny of Zangyack. Eventually he'd find himself working on the famed space station/ bar known as the Traveller's Glint a roaving space station never known for staying in one place. One day things would be looking up when a stranger calling himself the next pirate king his name was Recca Bell. He said something about a treasure and being intrigued by his words joined him thinking it would be something useful to fight against the Zangyack Other: Currently has a 50,000,000 Zagin bounty

Et donc le Galleon a atteint la planète. "Damn, je voulais regarder au moins un des trucs sur mes arriérés..." Norvil a remarqué comment il se rapprochait de la planète. "Duuuude... trépidant..." Norvil se reflétait alors qu'il sentait un peu le mal du mouvement. Il a décidé que l'action la plus saine était de retourner dans ses quartiers. Donc il l'a fait, surtout pour prendre un rafraîchisseur d'air. Puis, il s'est rendu compte. Le rafraîchisseur d'air ne ferait rien pour le truc à l'intérieur du costume. Il a froncé en s'emparant d'une pagaie en canot qu'il a sauvée d'un de ses voyages, avant de rencontrer l'équipage. Cela aurait aidé s'il n'avait pas été dans ce ruisseau sans une pagaie, probablement aurait gardé l'amitié avec les gars de retour sur cette planète. Norvil armé d'un Canoë Paddle s'est enfui du navire et a lancé sa pagaie sauvagement, pendant une bonne trente secondes avant de réaliser quelque chose. Il ne pouvait pas faire avec une pagaie. Norvil s'est envolé alors qu'il sautait. "Dontdie s'il vous plaîtDontdie s'il vous plaîtDontdie s'il vous plaîtDontdie..." Il murmura à travers quelques larmes étouffées, un peu nerveux à propos de toute l'épreuve. Et puis il a atterri sur la planète, avec sa pagaie en canot intacte, avec une autre marque d'impact. "Je suppose qu'on n'a pas fait plus de dégâts à cet endroit que ces gars-là." Il m'a dit de regarder les mooks se livrer à une ignominie dévastation de choses. "...Pas de canoë? Oh, c'est ça. J'aurais dû laisser ma pagaie alors?"

Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.

Il semblait qu'ils étaient arrivés à destination, Recca sortit de la pièce et se dirigea vers le pont. Il a regardé l'écran quand la planète est entrée en vue. Recca sourit, la prochaine étape pour obtenir un grand trésor était à leur portée. Ils avaient juste besoin que ce leader du monde coopère avec eux. Norvil a couru devant lui hors du pont principal. "Bien que nous ayons atterri. Nous allons garer le Galleon ici pour garder en sécurité jusqu'à ce qu'on en ait besoin. Pour l'instant, laisse sortir et quelque chose à propos de ces gars là-bas." Il a dit et s'est retourné pour partir. Sur la surface de la planète non loin de là où ils étaient, quelques dizaines de marins de Gormin causaient beaucoup d'ennuis. Ces Gormin Sailors étaient armés de clubs fournis par Insarn qui doublent comme lanceurs RPG et mitrailleuses. Comme on pouvait le voir, certains combattaient une petite résistance en melee avec le club tandis que d'autres tiraient et même tiraient des explosifs d'eux. Comme Xavi allait déjà travailler et qu'il semblait que Norvil s'inscrivait dans le swing des choses, en quelque sorte.. Il lui demanda: «Pourquoi tu utilises une pagaie de canoë? utiliser les armes fournies. Réfléchissez, ça devrait venir à vous comme ça." Presque instantanément Son Gokai Spear manifeste dans sa main et il l'a rapidement changé en mode canon et a commencé à tirer. Quelques-uns des Gormin sont tombés et se sont tournés pour affronter la nouvelle gâterie. L'un d'eux s'est enfui dans la ville.

Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.

Parce que c'est ma canoë Paddle. Et j'ai appris il y a longtemps à ne jamais aller sans mon Canoe Paddle, parce que c'est bon pour frapper les choses, et pagayer dans les ruisseaux. Norvil a dit qu'il regardait les mooks. "Je vais... penser à ça quand je ne suis pas aussi préoccupé par ces gars et "Il a vu un tir qui venait pour lui et a couru, un peu, s'approchant de la gamme de melee de certains des marins de Gomin utilisant des clubs. Norvil a commencé à faire défiler sa pagaie en canot, frappant certains, d'autres facilement éviter ses frappes. "D'accord, j'ai juste besoin de sentir à nouveau la pagaie..."

Name:Norvil Caine Age: 23 Gokai color: Green Bio: Norvil Caine was born on the Planet Anekm, to a respectable Merchant Family which held a rather high place of prominence in Anekm Society. As such Norvil Caine was groomed to be just like the rest of the family, a respectable figure who would be a successful merchant and politician. However, those plans quickly changed (and weren't likely due to Norvil's perpetual slacking and scheming ways in order to slack, which resulted in more work than actually doing the work) as Norvil and his close friends discovered the wonders of planet's botany, in particular the herbs of the planet. So he mulled away delving into the Family Riches to support an isolationist life-style where he would endulge himself with feasts most fancy, various entertainment mediums, his favorite was using robots to fight against each other, and procuring of the delightful herbs. Then everything changed Zangyack Nation attacked. Norvil escaped the planet in his personal escape-pod/ship, in which he contained a small fortune, a fragment of the family fortune, which was taken by the Empire. However, Norvil quickly blew through most of it when he discovered the other wonderous things of the universe. Though he still had his investments mostly intact, investing in weaponry stocks when a murderous Space Empire went on a glorious rampage, really, really paid off. However, he found himself returning to thoughts about obtaining victory against the Empire, and reclaiming the lost fortunes of his family. It was chance, when he overheard some discussion at a diner about Recca Bell, who was gathering individuals to fight against the Empire, and Norvil knew what he had to do, after he ate of course. Other: He has an incredible fortune of wealth in liquid assets, enough to help keep a steady stream of supplies flowing to the crew, in times of unsuccessful plunders, usually rations. His escape pod-ship has enough room for three people, however they'd be somewhat cramped, it contains a full pantry of various rations, and a internet system. He is fairly knowledgeable about botany of various planets.

Regal Naval, la planète Le GoGallion était rapide et lisse, l'immensité de l'espace n'avait permis aucun son de ses moteurs ou fusées, mais Regal avait l'impression que beaucoup n'en viendrait pas de toute façon. Ils ont rapidement balayé dans l'atmosphère de la planète, le navire s'est un peu ébranlé de l'entrée, mais s'est apaisé une fois qu'ils ont surmonté le chaos d'une ville voisine. Orné dans son costume rouge, Regal se leva, son poing serré. C'était ce dont il rêvait depuis si longtemps, finalement il pourrait faire quelque chose, pour sauver des gens comme ses héros l'avaient eu. Un léger chanfrein venait de lui avant de se tourner vers Jenny et Alf. Vous deux, n'attendez pas trop longtemps. Changez-vous et jetons des crânes de Zangyack. Alf était sûr de les rejoindre, il pouvait sentir sa passion rayonner mais Jenny, il n'était pas si sûr. Il s'est emparé de l'ancre et s'est abaissé sur le sol prématurément, les chaînes ont craqué pendant qu'il aspirait à nouveau dans le navire. Il a atterri devant un groupe de Gormin Sailors. Il a été le premier? Merde, a-t-il encore sauté sur l'arme? Il regarda autour de lui ses coéquipiers, s'accroupissant bas et se jetant la main sur l'épaule ; un sabre y apparut instinctivement. Je suis fort, je devrais être capable de m'en occuper toute seule, il pensait atrocement, mais il préférait avoir tout le monde avec lui. Tout comme il pensait cela, deux crashes ont cratère la terre derrière lui, puis Recca est venu aussi. Il leur criait, les téléportait et les agitait. J'ai pensé que je devais le faire seul un moment.Il s'est retourné face aux troupes de Zangyack. Heureusement, je ne l'ai pas dit, il a sorti la lame de son côté. Je peux sentir l'impulsion. Le barillet de ranger vert l'a passé, évitant les boulons de blasters comme un pro avant d'écraser un couple jusqu'à ce qu'ils s'évanouissent. Regal ne put siffler qu'avant de sprinter, il sauta dans les airs et livra un puissant donjon à la poitrine d'un Gormin, l'envoyant dans ses compagnons avant qu'ils ne chancellent tous. La force l'a rendu invincible. Il a regardé ses gants blancs et a serré son poing. Oh oui, je peux faire des miracles avec ce pouvoir.

Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here

Jenny a regardé autour d'elle la dévastation. Le simple fait de voir Gormins courir de façon rampante était suffisant pour rapporter de mauvais souvenirs de ce jour-là. Avec un soupir lourd, elle a tiré les Mobirates de sa poche et l'a retourné ouvert, préparant la clé avec son autre main. "Changement de GOKAI!" Elle a crié, brancher la clé dans le téléphone et la tourner, rendant l'emblème en haut pop ouvert. Fv5pBlWMPK4 Tournant son Gokai Saber paresseusement autour de sa main gauche par son garde, elle l'a chargé, l'attaquant directement à la ceinture du Gormin le plus proche.

Name: Jennifer “Jenny” Rose Age: 16 Gokai color: Yellow Bio: While on the outside she seems like a fairly ordinary, if a little bubbly sixteen year old, she wasn’t always so. In fact, she was once quite the opposite. The sad fact is that she was orphaned in a Zangyack attack on her homeworld when she was just six years old. And while she was found crying in the rubble by the Gokai Galleon’s crew, it was several months before she said a word. Instead she spent most of that time either drawn up in one corner, or fiddling with mechanical things, trying to find out how they worked and how to repair them, which didn’t really stop after she finally came back out of her shell. Other: Jenny's also a fairly skilled mechanic, able to fix machines and occasionally people too, since there’s not really a problem that a Wrench Whack to the head can’t solve. At least in her mind, anyway.

Regal Navail, la planète Regal a jeté un coup d'œil sur une brillance jaune, l'appel familier de "Gokai Change" attirant son attention. Sourire derrière sa visière, il a posé les yeux sur la plus petite Jaune de Gokai, elle s'adapte bien au costume et fait le travail rapide d'un Gormin à proximité. Il a couru vers elle, la maison ronde donnant un Gormin dans un rayon de métal jeté suspendu à un bâtiment ruiné. Il a posé une main sur son épaule, la tirant un peu en arrière et posant des balles puissantes dans un éventail de Gormin Sailors, qui ont tous grognonné avant de tomber et de tomber. Bienvenue dans l'équipe, Jen. Qu'est-ce que ça peut faire? » demanda-t-il, se positionnant dans son dos comme un gang de masse de Gormins encerclait les deux. Un sabre repose dans une main et un pistolet dans l'autre. C'était plus drôle qu'il ne le pensait, mais il tenait sa mission ferme à l'arrière de sa tête. Pour l'amour de l'équipe et de la galaxie, il prononça l'impulsion qui frappait son cœur.

Name: Regal Navail Age: 20 Gokai Color: Gokai Red Bio: Brash, incompetent, and yet hopelessly optimistic; it goes without saying that Regal was a rambunctious child. While he traveled around the world more times than he could count on one hand, it was always a new adventure for him. Quite the wild child to begin with, he started a ruckus whereever he went. Not so much as shouting as he simply enjoyed life to the fullest. While visiting a different country at the age of ten, he was enthralled by the sudden outburst of militant, alien, forces. In the end he was saved by a Sentai Team, all of which were radiating with hope and strength. In the pursuit of becoming like them, a beacon for others to look up to, Regal went on a test to prove himself. He traveled to different countries, learning all kinds of martial training, though in the end; he made a complex art of his own. His master called it “A innate form of physical adaption”. With his heart's goal set in concrete stone, reinforced with steel, and refined by his burning passion; he was off to find his own destiny by confronting the evils in the world. Though his heart roared out to those with a understanding of his own actions, its also whimpered for those incapable of defending themselves. Hoping to find a better way to eliminate the overall cause; Regal begin his own crusade against this evil. Other: Although incompetent, Regal runs more or less on intuition; often complaining that his gut doesn't agree when he feels something is off. Straight forward and honest, not much will be left unsaid and while not typical smart enough to be of leader material, his optimism usually shines brighter than most. If he ever grows silent be wry. Regal tends to be intimidating from his appearance but he's actually very kind and jolly. He tends to say “I can feel the impulse” before fighting. When he was younger, his mother once told him to tell himself this (albeit in a calmer manner) when he felt he was going to be impulsive; in hopes that he'd reconsider. That however, never happened. His theme song is VIP by Sid English Cover here

L'un des Gormins est retourné à Shikabanen, le commandant de l'Action, « Gormin Gormin », pour voir l'un de ses soldats courir. "Que fais-tu ici?" En demandant une réponse, « Gormin gor min min », dit-il. Skikabanen se retourna et se promena pendant que le Gormin parlait. "Certaines personnes sont venues de l'espace à bord d'un navire et vous repoussent tous. Et vous dites que deux d'entre eux sont habillés en spandex et un a transformé une lance en une arme et vous a tiré dessus pendant qu'une autre est partie et vous avez eu un aperçu de sa transformation en le même spandex? Et ils sont très forts?" Le gormin a hurlé. Le commandant d'action Shikabanen était venu avec Joy, enfin une certaine résistance! Il serait en mesure de se battre et de s'amuser, "Un défi a surgi, peut-être que je peux obtenir un bon travail avant que nous disposions de cette planète." Il est passé à une table et a regardé sa carte de bataille. "Gormin Gormin?" Le commandant de l'action, Skinabanen, s'est retourné : « Non, nous n'avons pas besoin de le signaler au QG. Cela ne devrait pas être un problème du tout. Je serai bientôt débarrassé d'eux." Le Gormin l'a regardé, "Gormin gorm min min Gormin?" "Doutez-vous de mon pouvoir? Est-ce que tu crois que je vais être déçu?" Il a donné un coup de pied à Gormin qui a jeté la porte où il est entré. « Ces parasites seront traités en conséquence. Préparez les troupes, nous sortons en 5min." * retour à la bataille* Recca a changé sa lance en mode lance et a été mêlé au combat avec 3 gorphins. Recca n'était pas transformé mais il se rapprochait de changer parce qu'il commençait à obtenir plus de ce qu'il pouvait gérer. tourner sa lance autour puis l'étendre par le bout du cul, et a sorti trois Gormins. Il regarda Jen et il semblait qu'elle avait finalement rejoint la bataille. Il s'est demandé comment elle allait se battre, jusqu'à présent elle en a sorti un qui n'était pas mauvais. Regal s'est écrasé pour donner son aide avec Recca respirant un peu plus facile. Mais soudain ils ont été entourés par Gormin Recca écrasé par sa lance reposant sur son épaule, une fois qu'il s'est refermé, il a sauté et a donné un coup de pied sur le côté de la tête l'envoyant tomber à terre. Recca se positionne alors en regardant avec son dos à Regal et Jen, une défense triangulaire. "Vous avez l'air de vous amuser avec vos pouvoirs." Il a dit sourire et regarder Gormins danser en allers et retours à la recherche d'une ouverture dans leur défense.

Name: Recca Bell Age: 28 Gokai color: Silver Bio: Born on planet earth, he has always wanted to see the Super Sentai in action. Getting the opportunity to go to Japan at the age of 14 to visit a well known super sentai expert by the name of Gai Ikari to learn more about them. Unknown to Recca at the moment that Gai was a retired super sentai himself. He would listen to him speak of his adventures but not knowing he was reliving him. Recca always wonder how he could know so much and in so much detail as if he was there fighting along side them. He just figured this is why they call him an expert. Gai was well with in his 50s and he still had so much energy it was amazing. Recca wanted to be his student and live with him and learn as much as he could. Gai agreed to take him in and also trained him on fighting. Recca wrote back home to his parents letting them know that he was being accepted into a school out in Japan and would come home to visit during the holidays. Days turned in to months, and months into years. Recca now 27 approaching his 28th birthday sat next to Gai on his death bed. Gai looked at him and said, "I have taught you everything I know about the super sentai, and now i have one last secret to tell you. I was originally Gokai Silver, after we stopped and destroyed the Zangyack army we knew earth was at peace once again. But i have always feared that the threat was not completely over and Marvelous knew it also. As much as i wanted to leave with him on their space expedition into the deep unknown I have no reason to want to leave the earth unprotected. With the key scattered again going off to find new sentai who knew when that would happen. But I always told him if he needed me i would be there. The years passed and earth was peaceful. I Relinquish my ranger keys sending it off into space hoping it would reach Marvelous but they did not go into space They went north. This is my Mobirater, when I take my final breath follow it see where it leads you. You have been my first pupil and good friend all these years to an old man." Gai took his last breath Recca hung his head in a deep sadness, then the Mobirater started to glow. It shot threw the top of the roof and Recca ran outside. He watched as it it started to head north. He looked back at the house and turned to run off after it. After a while he reached a huge cavern in the middle of a deep Forrest Mountain area. and there was a huge hole in the side of it looking like something dug its way in there or crashed. He saw a small entrance to the east of it and decided to head inside. Other: After Finding the Gogallion he returned to where Gai was passed away but when he returned Gai body was gone. All that was left was his scarf that he always wore. Recca grabbed it and put it around his neck. He would Remember him in his own way. clothes with silver in it with the scarf around his neck where ever he went.

Belle Sinclair Vous avez été cordialement invité à l'Académie Fairytale, où vous apprendrez tous les traits de... "Yada, yada, yada," dit Belle, roulant les yeux. Le chauffeur de taxi la regarde avec un soupir et s'arrête devant la grande académie avec le grand toit rouge. Belle regarde le grand bâtiment. Ça ressemble à quelque chose d'un des vieux livres d'enfants qu'elle aimait. Elle sourit et sortit du taxi, lui remettant lui-même de l'argent pour la balade. Elle regarde autour et voit que l'académie est en gros au milieu de nulle part. Elle soupire et regarde le livre bleu qu'elle s'accroche à la poitrine. Ça allait être terrible sans son père ici. Il lui manque déjà. Elle fait son chemin jusqu'au devant de l'académie et regarde autour de lui. Elle remarque que les enfants commencent à arriver, chacun du même âge ou un peu plus ou plus jeune qu'elle. Elle voit une femme âgée marcher jusqu'au sommet de l'escalier et appelle tous les étudiants à venir se rencontrer devant l'escalier principal, où elle se tenait. Évidemment, les gens ici ne voulaient pas perdre de temps. Elle marche devant la femme et se tient là, attendant les autres. Peter Pan Il crie alors qu'il plonge dans le ciel, ses bras s'étendent comme des ailes. Il rit alors qu'il plonge, plonge et roule, et il regarde en bas, voyant l'académie de toit rouge en dessous de lui. Il rit encore et plonge dans les bombes de l'académie. Il manque étroitement les arbres et les arbustes et glisse vers un arrêt au milieu d'un sentier menant à la porte principale de l'école. Il regarde autour d'un sourire et dit, "Ooh, atterrissage difficile, mais au moins je n'ai rien cassé cette fois. Il regarde autour de lui et remarque que plus de gens arrivent à chaque minute. Il sourit alors que la vieille dame dans l'escalier les appelle et il se tourne vers l'escalier, marchant vers lui. Il prend une place à côté d'une fille brune avec des lunettes et sourit à elle avant de demander à la dame, Quoi, vous ne voulez pas que nous nous mêlons un peu et que nous apprenions à nous connaître?

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Hansel et Gretel sont sortis du taxi ensemble, respirant dans l'air frais. Les deux jumeaux ont gâché à l'académie, choqué que les deux y vivront dans les quatre prochaines années. Les jumeaux se regardaient les uns les autres en souriant avec enthousiasme. "Ça va..." Hansel s'est enfui. "...être totalement génial." Gretel a fini. Ils marchaient côte à côte vers le devant de l'académie, à travers le chemin, dans lequel ils admirent encore le paysage. Ils étaient pauvres, d'accord? Ils ne sont pas habitués à des trucs de classe. "Je vais manquer papa-," Hansel murmura à sa sœur. "-mais pas qu'elle-le diable." Gretel a murmuré à son frère. Ils sont arrivés à destination, où il semble que l'endroit pour les étudiants d'attendre et de socialiser probablement. Hansel a remarqué un garçon qui a l'air d'environ quelques années de plus qu'eux, et a rapidement souri à lui. «Hé,» salua-t-il, où sa sœur fouetta la tête et remarqua aussi Pierre et sourit. "Je suis Hansel-" "-et je suis Gretel."

Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast

- C'est ça, Kitty. C'est pas vrai. Chester, allez. La voix d'Alice a pénétré sous le lit où Kyrin se cachait, de larges yeux resplendissants dans la faible lumière. Kyrin chuchotait, la queue s'arrachant follement, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won, won "Kyrin Chester"! Un Tomcat, gingembre et blanc de couleur, aux yeux bleus étranges, rampait de dessous le lit, gémissant en protestation comme Alice, une fille aux longues serrures dorées et à la peau pâle, l'a emporté du sol et dans ses bras. D'accord, j'ai mis quelques vêtements sur le lit, alors changez-vous et je vais vous envoyer sur votre chemin.D'Alice a plié Kyrin sur le lit et a erré dans la chambre. Retournant à la forme humaine, Kyrin tira sur le pantalon de la cargaison, le haut rayé et le sweat gris clair, tuant son étiquette de chien sur le devant, et réajustant son col rouge, avant de glisser hors de la porte. En trottant silencieusement dans le couloir, Kyrin était presque arrivée à la porte d'entrée quand elle a été interceptée par Alice, balayée dans un câlin et embrassé plusieurs fois sur la tête. Elle s'est libérée, Kyrin a souri à Alice, ça va aller.Après avoir abandonné tous ses nerfs de plus tôt avec sa peau de chat. En montant son capot et en poussant la porte, Kyrin est sortie sur le chemin de gravier et a regardé en haut et en bas de la route tranquille. Où se trouve cette école exactement?Alice sourit, un peu comme Kyrin d'habitude, tu ne pensais pas que j'allais te lâcher aussi facilement, n'est-ce pas? Allez, Alice a disparu dans le garage, et est revenue avec une moto rouge brillant. Mère m'a dit que je devais t'emmener, alors saute-toi sur l'autre?. Elle s'est cognée sur la moto et Kyrin a suivi le costume, Grinning encore plus profondément qu'avant. Le trajet était long mais pas mal, et Kyrin en adore chaque seconde. Ils sont arrivés à un arrêt de brouillage, la roue arrière tournant dehors et rond, flashy et dangereux, tout comme Alice l'aimait. Kyrin sauta de la moto, faisant ses adieux à Alice avant de se diriger vers l'école plutôt grandiose. Notant qu'un groupe formant Kiy se dirigeait ainsi, enveloppant soigneusement sa queue autour de sa taille, il ressemblait moins à une queue et plus à une ceinture de fantaisie. Je me sentais bizarre et mal, mais elle n'était pas encore prête à laisser les autres voir ses oreilles ou sa queue, force d'habitude surtout. Au moins, elle pensait qu'elle n'était pas la seule à se sentir bizarre, si le garçon long cheveux qu'elle suivait était une indication. Elle grinçait à côté de lui, "Salut. C'est bizarre d'aller à cet endroit, hey?"

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

- C'est quoi, ça? Soudain à côté de la bête tomba un sac à dos, un chapeau bleu avec une plume rouge dedans, puis soudain WHAM! Graham, un gros buff 18 ans de senior est tombé juste à côté de lui sur le patch de l'herbe! Sa tenue était un t-shirt rouge habituel qui était étiré sur lui poitrine, pantalon brun et de grandes bottes. Il a été incroyablement ébranlé par la grande chute qu'il vient d'éprouver. Il est finalement venu à sa raison et a pris son chapeau. Il rassembla ses affaires et se leva. Cedric, sa chouette fidèle, a lentement flotté jusqu'à ce qu'il soit à la hauteur de la tête de Graham. Oh désolé Graham! Cedric a commencé. Mais je pensais qu'il y aurait de la poussière magique pour aller à l'académie en toute sécurité! Nevermind Cedric, Graham a dit calmement et gentiment à Cedric. Nous sommes ici, vivants et c'est tout ce qui compte. Regarde! Nous sommes déjà en contact avec certains locaux! Graham tend la main à la bête. Bonne journée à vous, monsieur! Mon nom est Graham de Daventry. Désolé pour la chute, moi et mon ami Cedric... Cedric? Cedric était caché dans un arbre. C'est pas vrai! Désolé Graham! Mais cette bête a l'air hideuse, et je pense que j'ai l'air d'une bonne collation pour lui! Allez Cedric! Pourriez-vous m'excuser un moment? Graham s'est dirigé vers l'arbre et a commencé à le secouer pour faire sortir Cedric.

Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:

La haine folle Comme le chauffeur de taxi s'est tiré jusqu'à l'allée, une masse s'est formée dans la gorge de Hatter. Il se trouva en train de fixer l'allée à un immense château aux toits rouges. Le chauffeur de taxi a sifflé haut comme s'il lisait les pensées de Hatter. "C'est un endroit, petit..." Hatter a levé un sourcil et a porté les lèvres. "Oui..." Il a murmuré. Il est sorti du taxi et s'est tenu sur l'asphalte. Il a pris sa valise noire et s'est assis sur l'asphalte. Il a ensuite pris son banjo et sa mandoline sur le siège arrière. "Th-merci pour la balade, mon pote." Il a dit dans son accent irlandais, et lui a remis la somme allouée pour la course. Le taxi a conduit et Hatter a commencé sa marche dans la longue allée. Il a ajusté la sangle de son étui de banjo pour se reposer sur son épaule comme on l'a vu dans les environs. Il avait reçu une invitation à cette école, et les gens de son foyer d'accueil avaient insisté pour qu'il y aille. Ils lui avaient dit que ce serait "une bonne expérience d'apprentissage" et "une chance de rencontrer de nouveaux amis". La partie amère de Hatter était sûre qu'ils voulaient juste se débarrasser de lui... C'était toujours la même chose dans chaque école, et ils le savaient. Hatter n'a jamais eu d'amis - et il ne le ferait probablement jamais. En arrivant au château, il vit une foule croissante d'adolescents, debout sur les marches, regardant vers le haut une femme âgée avec un sourire aimable sur son visage. Ouais, il était en retard... Hatter a failli soupirer dans l'ennui - l'attention pour être en retard était exactement ce qu'il ne voulait pas... Pourtant, il sentait les regards des autres adolescents se déplacer vers lui, et il souhaitait que le sol l'engloutisse. Il a posé sa mâchoire et a fait de son mieux pour les ignorer, en tenant sa valise debout et en plaçant son étui de mandoline sur le sol. Ses doigts tournaient autour des bretelles de l'étui de son banjo et il attendait... ce qui devait arriver.

Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P

La bête a sauté un peu quand une petite fille est venue à lui, lui parlant hors du bleu. Ses yeux s'élargissaient et son visage semblait encore plus en colère qu'auparavant. Un schowl a trouvé que c'est la manière de ses traits rugueux quand tout ce qu'il voulait faire était sourire. Je devrais... la saluer! Oui, dites bonjour et présentez-moi! Je leur montrerai que je ne suis pas aussi effrayante que je l'ai l'air! "Que voulez-vous?" Il a craché. Son choix de mot ne correspondait pas exactement à ce que la fille lui avait demandé ni à ses pensées. Il sentit son visage s'éclater d'embarras, regrettant de remplir son cœur. Il n'avait pas l'intention de paraître si dur, tout ce qu'il voulait, c'était lui dire bonjour et pourtant... Encore une fois, comme s'il était pris pour cible, Beast sauta alors qu'un autre individu envahissait son espace et le frappait. Sa position était cependant ferme et il avait à peine déménagé de sa position. La frustration montait et Beast pouvait sentir son sang bouillir. On ne pouvait que prendre autant d'embarras avant d'éclater. Eh bien, une bête de toute façon. Les yeux serrés se promènent à la main offerte. Sa lèvre a commencé à s'embraser avant qu'un rugissement fort n'éclate d'eux, un rugissement dirigé sur n'importe qui dans son voisinage. Il était sombre et profond, comme le rugissement d'un lion mâle, signifiait seulement comme une tactique d'effroi. "Restez loin!" Il a grondé, clairement bouleversé. Il a avalé, s'étant rendu compte de ce qu'il avait fait et s'est détourné une fois de plus. Peut-être que c'était un peu excessif... Il soupira, prenant un pic au type Graham et à son ami. Il voulait tellement leur dire qu'il était désolé, qu'il était juste stressé. Mais il ne pouvait pas forcer les mots hors de sa bouche, même s'il avait essayé.

Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast

Kyrin s'est faufilé. Le garçon n'avait pas à être si dur. Mais il n'a pas semblé vouloir lui faire du mal, elle a souri à lui, Je ne veux pas vraiment quelque chose, du moins pas quelque chose que vous pouvez donner, pas à moins que vous ayez du café chaud coincé quelque part? Plus de gens semblaient se réunir avec le garçon, apparemment le terrifiant, alors qu'il lâchait un rugissement massif, stupéfiant Kyrin et faisant tenir sa fourrure sur le bout. Dans son choc, elle disparut, s'évanouissant involontairement, pendant quelques secondes, avant de revenir à l'existence, ou du moins à l'existence visible. Sa queue essayait de se détacher, et sa capuche avait glissé un peu. L'attraper, elle l'a ramassée sur sa tête, et a à peine réussi à s'emparer de la queue et à la forcer autour de sa taille. Kyrin s'est un peu éloigné du garçon, pas assez pour lui faire croire qu'elle s'était enfuie, mais assez loin pour qu'elle ne soit pas dans son espace personnel. Il a grondé et Kiy a hurlé, juste pour l'instant? Ou pour toujours? Parce que je m'attends à ce que tu sois seul si on s'enfuit pour toujours.Elle détestait être seule, un sentiment de reste de ses jours errants, surtout quand des garçons ennuyés lui avaient jeté des pierres. Je serai votre amie si vous voulez, Elle murmura tranquillement, Être seul n'est pas amusant.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

C'est pas vrai, Peter. Peter se tourne vers les jeunes jumeaux et les sourires. "Hé, vous deux! Ravi de vous rencontrer." Il cringe quand ils commencent à finir les phrases les uns des autres. "Vous faites ça tout le temps? Parce que ça va devenir un peu ennuyeux." Peter regarde vers la vieille dame, qui n'a encore rien dit. Il soupire et passe une main à travers ses cheveux foncés. "Mon nom est Peter. C'est Peter Pan. Dans quelle classe êtes-vous?" Il se frotte l'arrière du cou consciemment. Beaucoup de gens se moquaient beaucoup de son nom de famille parce que ce n'était pas un nom commun. Mais ces jeunes ne semblaient pas comme ça. Il regarde l'explosion du très grand type à côté de quelques personnes. Espérons que ces gars ne deviennent pas fous... Belle Belle regarde en haut d'avoir un nez dans un livre et voit la Bête s'éloigner de tout le monde et avoir l'air nerveuse et effrayée. Elle ferme son livre rapidement et saute à ses pieds, se précipitant vers lui. "Hé, c'est bon!" Elle dit de lui tenir les mains pour le calmer. Elle regarde les autres en essayant de devenir son ami et de le calmer aussi. Belle le regarde. Il lui rappelle un petit chien perdu qui a peur de tout. Elle regarde en arrière Kyrin et Graham. "Vous devriez peut-être reculer un peu, juste au cas où." Elle sourit doucement et marche vers lui calmement, en gardant ses mains debout sous un angle non menaçant. Ses lunettes glissent légèrement dans son nez et elle les repousse soigneusement dans son nez. "C'est bon. Tu es entre amis." Elle garde le sourire sur son visage. "Je m'appelle Belle Sinclair. Vous ne serez pas blessé ici. Quel est votre nom?" Elle attend patiemment qu'il lui réponde. Il ressemble à un gros softie, moins le fait qu'il ait une voix comme un lion...

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Rouge soupira comme sa meilleure voiture bourdonnée dans la rue. À chaque pouce, la voiture secouait, coulait et gémissait, faisant toutes sortes de bruits qu'une voiture ne devrait pas faire. Elle s'est emparée de la roue, agenouillée de blanc, encore terrifiée par la conduite. La foule sur le siège arrière était tout ce qu'elle pouvait avoir besoin. Vieux CD, sacs de chips à moitié mangés, quelques livres, son sac à dos rempli de ses fournitures, et un kit médical. Toute la voiture était une épave. Elle ne l'avait pas nettoyé depuis un moment, et diverses bosselures et égratignures avaient été intégrées dans les côtés de ses précédents accidents. En arrivant à l'école, ses yeux bleus le fixèrent dans la confusion. "C'est l'endroit?" Elle a gâché, regardant sa carte dessinée à la main. "Wow, c'est énorme!" Alors qu'elle s'approchait, elle se rendit compte à quel point ça ressemblait à un château. Comme c'est inapte pour le pauvre petit Rouge. Elle s'est arrêtée devant l'école, en supposant que c'était bien de se garer, et elle est sortie de la voiture, s'accrochant à la sonnerie que sa porte avait faite. Portant un T-shirt noir, un short en jean foncé, des leggings, et son manteau rouge chanceux, Red était prêt à faire une entrée. Elle a remarqué le groupe d'autres étudiants debout devant le bâtiment. Ils étaient tous si différents les uns des autres. Dommage que son carnet ait été logé entre toutes ses autres fournitures, donc elle n'a pas pu faire quelques notes rapides. "Yo!" Red a appelé, agitant son bras dans une frénésie. "Je veux juste savoir si quelqu'un a une carte de cet endroit. Je perds la mienne, dans cette pile de poubelles à l'arrière de sa voiture, et je suis certain que je vais me perdre dans ce château ici, a-t-elle plaisanté, gesticulant vers l'école. Avec un grand sourire, ses yeux ont glissé dans l'attente.

Picture Here Name "King" Graham Age (In this Canon) 18 Story They Are From King's Quest (IT COUNTS) Family The Cracker Family (No Parents or Siblings) He does have a pet owl named Cedric However, which he is allowed to bring to school. Crush/Partner Valanice (Not official RP Canon yet) Abilities Very Strong, Very Cunning, Really Good at Fencing. Personality Kind, Compassionate, Selfless. History Despite being a rambunctious young lad as a child, he always followed every rule to the letter and proved to be the bravest and kind of knights. Now due to his loyalty and love for his country he has reached the level of "King". He wishes to bring more pride to his loved land of Daventry. Other(Random Stuff like Theme Song) Cedric is a prick, but Graham loves him. One of the world's greatest Kleptomainiacs

M&M de Muriel Muriel gémit alors qu'elle était assise sur le siège arrière du véhicule de son père, le menton dans la paume de sa main, les yeux regardant à blanc par la fenêtre. Elle faisait des bruits malheureux alors que son père la regardait dans le rétroviseur. "Je sais que c'est dur pour toi, mais cette école t'a accepté pour n'importe quelle raison et tu y vas." Il lui fit signe alors qu'elle roulait les yeux. Elle était relativement calme pendant la plus grande partie du trajet, puis elle a vu l'école en avant. Alors que la voiture s'arrêtait, elle s'assit dans son siège, les bras repliés sur la poitrine, son souffle s'affaiblissant dans le nez. Mais son père s'en foutait quand il sortit de son siège et ouvrit sa porte. "Venez, Muriel, je détesterais vous embarrasser le premier jour." Avec ces mots dit, Muriel s'est échappée du véhicule puis est allé à l'arrière même pour prendre ses bagages. Elle a vu des enfants qui étaient plus jeunes qu'elle et certains qui regardaient autour de son âge. Sa lèvre coulait sur le côté alors que son père rentrait dans le véhicule, mais il roulait sur sa fenêtre et criait. "Je t'aime, chérie! Soyez en sécurité!" Il brandit sa corne, puis s'enfuit comme elle se tenait là, en agitant la main. Dès que son père s'est évanoui, elle a sorti son portable et a appelé Felix. "Venez me chercher. Je suis dans ce pensionnat." Elle a exagéré comme Felix a essayé de la calmer. "Je ne me calmerai pas. Il m'a envoyé dans un pensionnat!" Elle cria aux derniers mots, puis regarda autour d'elle. "Tu sais, j'ai peut-être un peu trop réagi. Je pense que je vais devoir essayer." Un soupir doux s'échappa au-dessus de ses lèvres séparées alors qu'elle raccrochait son téléphone portable et ramenait la force et marchait les quelques marches devant l'école. Muriel poussa la porte ouverte et roula dans ses deux bagages alors que ses yeux scannaient son environnement. Elle a prêté peu d'attention aux gens autour d'elle, pas intentionnellement cependant, elle voulait juste voir où sa chambre allait être. Avec l'éraflure de ses épaules, elle s'est brouillée un air aléatoire et a roulé autour de ses bagages.

"Don't take my kindness for a weakness - That'll be your first and last mistake." Name Muriel Murphy Nicknames The only thing she'll accept is M&M. Don't ask why, she just know that she'll accept it. Age 18 Story They Are From The Little Mermaid Character Ariel Appearance Muriel is a very petite girl, standing about five foot two and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds. She has long, red locks of hair that cascade down to her mid back. She has bright chestnut colored eyes that are perfectly almond shaped. She has sun kissed skin from spending almost all of her off days at the beach. Her skin is also blemish free and she doesn't have any piercings, other than her ear lobes. She often wears anything that you can go to the beach in. She doesn't care where she is. At work, she wears the required uniform, which is a baby blue shirt, khaki pants and white shoes. Family Muriel only has her father, Tristan, who owns the local aquarium, King's Tristan. She also has an overprotective friend named Cedric, who watches her every move for her father's sake and a fun, spontaneous friend named Felix. Crush or Partner Open for discussion. Abilities Siren Song - Her voice will put you in a trance like state of mind and she can persuade another person to do whatever she commands. But she'll have to sing it and not say it. Personality Muriel is very adventurous. She'll go almost anywhere with almost anybody. There is no place that she hasn't been for real. She is also naive, meaning that whatever someone tells her, she believes it - No matter the price to pay. Muriel overall is a very go with the flow type of person. She doesn't really care of the consequences and the punishment that she'll receive, she just wants to live her life while she still has one. History Muriel was born at sea and when they got to the hospital, unfortunately her mother died. Growing up, knowing that it truly devastated her but she didn't let it stop her from living her life. Even though her father, Tristan hates almost everybody she hangs out with, she really got to experience true love but she can feel that love is coming soon or so she hopes. As soon as she turned of age, her father hired her to work at the local aquarium, basically attempting to keep her shut out of the outside world. She hated him for quite some time and know that the manager there, Sebby is to watch over her since she has became close to her best friend at work, Luke. She protested time and time again that he is only a friend though her father does not believe her.

Kyrin est tombée des oreilles sous son capot, vaguement visible. Elle s'est évanouie, comme un chat à coups de pied. Elle s'est bafouée lentement, comme l'embarras l'a rattrapée. Se déplaçant prudemment et silencieusement, elle tisse son chemin entre les autres étudiants, essayant de ne pas se tenir sur les orteils de qui que ce soit, à ce moment-là il n'y avait rien d'elle qui puisse être vu, rien d'autre qu'une faible impression de ses yeux, parti avant que vous puissiez les enregistrer vous les aviez vus. Passant par les filles, les garçons, et ce qui semblait être une paire de jumeaux, Kiy s'est effondré contre un mur, s'effaçant lentement en vue. "Pourquoi, est-ce que je suis partie?" Elle s'est brouillée, "Alice était gentille, j'ai compris Alice, mais ici c'est bizarre, je n'aime pas ça ici. Alice, s'il vous plaît.Son queue s'est glissée et a commencé à arracher doucement à ses côtés, montrant son agitation. Ses mains, si elle les regardait étaient rétrécies, fourrure d'or-gingembre poussant sur le dos. Elle perdait le contrôle de sa forme, c'est arrivé parfois quand elle était effrayée ou agitée, et aujourd'hui elle était un peu des deux. Je n'étais pas vraiment l'incident tout à l'heure, c'était plutôt l'arrivée quelque part de nouveaux, avec tant de nouvelles personnes, et le sentiment ne faisait que la rattraper maintenant.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

À ce moment-là, les deux jumeaux ont souri avec gaieté à Peter, les deux ayant déjà entendu cela plusieurs fois. Ils ont d'abord décidé de se moquer de lui. Comme... "-quoi?" Les jumeaux ont demandé oh-so innocemment mais ils ont vite ri, appelant leur blague. -- Eh bien, c'est dommage, Peter, explique Hansel patiemment. "C'est une habitude à nous," gloussait Gretel. "Appelez-nous des jumeaux effrayants," a plaisanté Hansel. "Mais on s'en fiche", a fini le jumeau féminin. Enfin, ils ont tous deux répondu à la question de Pierre d'une seule voix. "Nous sommes des jeunes gens." Hansel a demandé après réflexion : « Es-tu un aîné? »

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Rylan "Rumpled" Stiltskin Rylan, pour le moins, était plutôt ennuyé par tous les enfants qui ont commencé à se montrer. Il s'ennuyait un peu, attendant ce qu'ils attendaient. Puis il a vu le grand rugissement de la blonde. Il se tailla sur un sourcil, et se tint d'où il était assis sur les marches. La fille aux cheveux noirs - Belle Sinclair - a pris pour le calmer. C'est peut-être intéressant, Rylan a raisonné avec lui-même. Le gars était évidemment très intimidant envers les autres - alors serait-il le meilleur chien parmi les nouveaux étudiants? Eh bien, ça n'allait pas bien avec Rylan. Voyons jusqu'où tu vas aller... Voyant une chance de se présenter, Rylan a poussé à travers un étudiant, poussant un enfant blonde hors du chemin. "Allez, les gars..." Il a dit, se dirigeant vers le milieu du cercle qui s'était formé autour du grand gars. "Mme Sinclair a raison, vous êtes entre amis." Il a dit de donner un faux sourire. "Allez, mon grand, qu'est-ce que tu en dis? Tu veux être mon ami?" Il a proposé, délibérément parlant d'un ton taquin. "Voyons, tu aimes les tours de magie?" Il a atteint dans sa poche et a pêché un centime de bronze à partir d'un jumble de pièces de monnaie lâches. "Voyons..." Il a flanqué la pièce comme s'il faisait un lancer de monnaie. Pendant tout ce temps, il a regardé les yeux du gars - était-il en colère? Il a pris la pièce et a fermé les doigts. Il a soufflé sur le poing et a ouvert sa main. La pièce était partie. "Ta-da!" Il s'est adressé à certains des étudiants - évidemment pas amusé. "Pas assez bien pour vous les gars? Dure foule..." Il s'approcha, plaçant sa main à côté de l'oreille de Belle. Il s'est cassé le doigt et la pièce est apparue dans ses doigts. "Que savez-vous - Belle Sinclair! Riche en pièces de monnaie et en beauté." Il lui a donné un clin d'œil malicieux, qu'il était certain qu'elle ne trouverait pas attrayant, mais c'était le point. Il a empoché la pièce et a regardé le grand. "Tu as aimé ça?" Il a mis un autre faux sourire, audace le gars pour obtenir colère.

Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P

C'était une erreur. Elsa regardait comme des gens, ses pairs, commencèrent à se rassembler à l'entrée. Tout variait d'une manière ou d'une autre, mais pas d'une manière que Elsa variait, pensait-elle. Comment ont-ils pu le savoir? Prenant une profonde respiration, Elsa a essayé de calmer les papillons dans son estomac en ouvrant la porte du taxi, laissant la sécurité de l'anonymat pour celle de l'exposition. C'était ça... Son premier procès pour rejoindre le monde et quel moyen de le choisir. Embarquement à l'école avec ce qu'Elsa avait imaginé être rempli d'adolescents connivences et impitoyables, tous alimentés par des hormones et ce désir d'identité. Mais si elle pouvait survivre sans incident majeur, elle pourrait revenir et embrasser encore une fois sa sœur. Le chauffeur de taxi, qui se tenait juste devant la porte d'Elsa avec ses bagages depuis un moment, a été aperçu qu'il était coincé au ralenti alors qu'Elsa regardait au loin. Il toussait qui a cassé Elsa hors de sa transe et a rapidement remis son sac à dos, sa valise, et un coffre rempli de tout ce qu'elle avait prévu sur le besoin ou le besoin. Le chauffeur de taxi a hurlé et a rapidement quitté, ne s'attendant pas à un pourboire pour ses services, laissant Elsa seul face au monde. "Pas de retour en arrière..." Elle chuchotait à personne en particulier parce qu'elle griffait les poignées à ses conteneurs à bagages à roues serrés. Une autre profonde respiration et Elsa ont fait place à l'entrée et par extension la masse des gens tous dans la conversation. À l'approche d'Elsa, sa posture était raide mais très noble. Son menton toujours si légèrement intitulé vers le haut pour donner aux spectateurs l'impression qu'elle était tout aussi froide coeur comme elle est apparue. En parlant de ça, sa tenue n'était pas planifiée alors que son pull en cachemire commençait à former de la glace cristallisée autour des manches et du col, alors elle jeta rapidement un sweat bleu plan qui était plusieurs tailles plus grandes qu'Elsa. Un geste tactique pour couvrir ses mains afin d'éviter tout gel involontaire. Heureusement, son pantalon, légèrement roulé, et les plats n'avaient pas encore commencé à geler. La première chose dans laquelle Elsa a trébuché était une sorte de tour de magie en cours d'exécution. Qui a toujours fait de la magie? Elsa a pensé à elle-même comme elle avait cru que des tings comme ça étaient un peu puéril selon ses recherches à travers divers programmes télévisés. Mais une étude rapide a montré que ce serait un magicien qui essayait seulement d'aggraver un grand garçon. Elsa a gardé sa distance alors qu'elle naviguait autour du groupe rassemblé et s'est accrochée près de la porte d'entrée pour faire une évasion hâtive si les choses tournaient laid mais elle a dû voir cela à travers. Ce serait bien de savoir qui éviter à travers toute cette épreuve.

Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.

Kovu regarda l'homme bestial dont le rugissement captait l'attention de tous, il regarda pendant quelques instants lorsque Beast commença à regretter ses actions et vit à quel point les gens ici semblaient être différents. Kovu a été le plus repris par les actions de Belle et Kyrin, ils étaient si gentils et sympathiques à quelqu'un qui avait agi si ingrement et a essayé de repousser tout le monde. Ses yeux s'attardaient sur Belle alors qu'il pensait que cet endroit serait peut-être différent. Kovu s'est brusquement détourné pour ne pas vouloir regarder la scène et faire en sorte que Beast agisse comme il l'avait encore fait. D'autres étudiants n'arrêtaient pas d'arriver, mais Kovu ne voyait personne qu'il pouvait être ami... mais il n'était pas sûr de ce qu'il cherchait. D'habitude, les étrangers se sont coincés ensemble mais ici, c'était comme si ce n'était pas comme ça et ça lui faisait peur. Kovu se tourna pour regarder la fille dont la voix faisait écho derrière lui. Une carte!? Il a paniqué, on est censés avoir des cartes. Kovu ne se souvenait pas en avoir reçu un... à moins qu'il ne l'ait fait et l'ait emballé quelque part dans un de ses sacs ; il espérait

Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:

Pendant ce temps, Graham n'a toujours pas pu retirer Cedric de l'arbre. Cedric semblait s'accrocher à une branche pour la vie chère. Cédric! C'est très irrégulier de ta part! Vous devez descendre tout de suite! Je comprends votre peur de la bête, mais maintenant vous ne descendrez pas même si nous allons simplement à l'académie. Graham a cessé de trembler et a commencé à réfléchir à lui-même. Ce ne serait pas à propos de votre présence à l'académie avec moi que c'est Cedric? C'est pas vrai! Oui Graham! Je préfère vraiment rester à la maison plutôt que de me joindre à vous dans des quêtes terrifiantes! Terrifiant?! Je ne crois pas que l'un d'eux interdirait un brave hibou comme vous. Nous avons été avalés par des baleines, nous sommes entrés dans des forêts hantées, nous avons vaincu les yétis. C'est exactement ce dont j'ai le plus peur! En plus, j'ai déjà traversé le plus effrayant d'entre eux! Academia! J'ai fait face à mes quatre mois et à l'académie magique pour les chouettes! Je ne vois pas ma raison d'assister à celui-ci! Quatre mois? La vie d'un Owl est plus courte qu'une vie humaine donc notre temps dans le monde universitaire est beaucoup plus court que la vôtre. Graham soupira, il adorerait rencontrer les habitants, mais il avait désespérément besoin de Cedric pour l'accompagner et le rejoindre dans une autre aventure mystique. Sans autre choix, Graham sortit son sac à dos et coupa la branche Cedric pour s'accrocher. C'est pas vrai! Cedric a pleuré et a essayé de s'envoler, trouvant un autre arbre pour se cacher. Graham a regardé la branche. La branche n'était pas entièrement coupée, elle était légère et seulement la moitié de la taille d'une branche normale. Il a mis la branche dans sa poche. On ne sait jamais quand on a besoin d'une branche. Alors, où est Cedric? Cedric volait en rond, Graham riait et commençait à courir. Cedric partit alors dans une direction aléatoire, vers la bête. C'est pas vrai! Cedric fit un total 180 et commença à voler de l'autre côté, en s'assurant de ne pas venir à la distance d'accaparement de la bête. Graham a été surpris et a fini par frapper la bête, se brouillant rapidement jusqu'à ses pieds. Cédric! Il se tourne vers la bête. Encore une fois, je suis terriblement désolé. Mon ami a du mal à se faire des amis, peut-être qu'on peut discuter quand tout se refroidira. Graham a commencé à courir après Cedric, seulement pour le voir crier sur Graham poursuivant et courant la tête d'abord dans une jeune fille mince. (AKA Elsa) Oh, ma chère. Graham s'est écrasé et a finalement saisi Cedric et l'a placé sur le sol. Il s'occupait alors de la fille. Je suis terriblement désolé Madame, Cedric n'agit pas comme ça d'habitude. J'espère que vous n'êtes pas blessé. Mon nom est Graham, de Daventry.

Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast

C'est pas vrai, Peter. Peter roule les yeux et passe une main à travers ses cheveux. "Oui, je suppose que vous pourriez dire ça," il mutters, même pas la peine de leur dire qu'il a plus de trois cents ans et ressemble encore à un adolescent. Il leur sourit doucement et leur dit : « Eh bien, si jamais vous avez besoin d'aide, vous pouvez toujours venir me trouver. Je ne sais peut-être pas grand-chose, mais je peux vraiment essayer." Il se tourne vers l'escalier alors que la femme âgée commence à parler. "Bienvenue, tout le monde, bienvenue!" La femme annonce. "Bienvenue à l'Académie Fairytale, la seule académie du genre. Ici, vous apprendrez tout ce que les élèves normaux n'apprendront jamais, comme la danse, l'escrime, le kayak et bien plus encore. » La femme donne un grand sourire à la foule des étudiants. "Mon nom est Glenda Fey, mais s'adresse à moi en tant que marraine Fey. Je suis ici pour vous aider à apprendre et à vous enseigner toutes les choses que vous aurez besoin de savoir tout au long de votre vie spéciale. » Ses joues rosées gonflent. "Maintenant, je dois vous prévenir. Il y a quelques règles pour ici. Il n'y a pas d'entrée dans le couloir après minuit ou de sortie après minuit. Ne pas être en retard pour les repas et ne pas aller dans la forêt sans guide. Les filles restent donc dans les dortoirs pour la nuit et les garçons dans les dortoirs des garçons. Vous pouvez vous mêler en eux pendant la journée." Elle sourit encore. "J'espère que vous passerez tous un agréable moment ici. Il est environ cinq heures en ce moment et le dîner est à six heures précises. Cela vous donne assez de temps pour trouver vos chambres avec vos colocataires et visiter l'académie. Vous aurez tous le même horaire et il sera affiché à l'extérieur de vos dortoirs demain matin à huit heures du matin. Maintenant, allez-y et je vous verrai tous en cours demain!" Elle glousse comme une petite fille et soudain, avec un tas de bulles, elle est partie. Peter regarde l'endroit où elle était avant de se serrer la tête. Il a vu pire. Il regarde les frères et sœurs et dit : "Je suppose que vous allez vous séparer." Belle Belle est légèrement offensée par le fait que Beast ne lui ait pas parlé plus longtemps, mais elle ne s'en mêle pas, alors que la femme âgée commence à parler. Elle passe en revue toutes les règles de l'académie et ce qu'ils attendent d'elle. Rien de tout cela ne dérange Belle, elle s'y attend en fait. Ce qu'elle ne s'attend pas, c'est que la femme se lève et disparaisse sous les yeux de tout le monde. La mâchoire de Belle tombe. Elle n'a lu que de la magie dans ses livres, jamais vu dans la vraie vie. C'était de la magie? Elle secoue la tête. Non, ça ne peut pas l'être. Ce n'était probablement qu'un tour de salon. Elle commence à penser à tout le truc de colocataire. Elle soupire et entre, portant son sac dans une main et son livre dans l'autre. Toute cette expérience va être intéressante.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

La vieille femme, la marraine Fey, a commencé à parler. Chocked Kyrin sauta à ses pieds, s'avançant et rejoignant le bord de la foule autour de la dame. Kiy écoutait, se déplaçant nerveusement de pied en pied. Prêter attention, et déposer l'information à l'extérieur pour référence future. Quand la marraine Fey a fini et a disparu Kiy n'a même pas clignoté, mais ayant disparu pendant la majeure partie de sa vie, ce n'était pas vraiment bizarre pour elle. À l'intérieur, elle a suivi la jeune fille aux cheveux foncés, espérant qu'elle avait une idée d'où elle allait. Kyrin avait entendu un ruckus au sujet d'une carte plus tôt, mais n'ayant jamais vraiment vu la lettre elle-même, il n'y avait aucun moyen qu'elle ait obtenu ou même vu une carte.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

La haine folle Hatter regarda la dame apparaître - non - Elle apparut littéralement hors de l'air. Il l'a passé comme son esprit jouant des tours sur lui. La femme - la marraine Frey - a expliqué les situations quotidiennes dans l'académie. Quand elle a dit "Roomates", Hatter a juré à haute voix, et apparemment quelques étudiants l'avaient entendu, alors qu'ils le regardaient. Il les ignorait au mieux de ses capacités. Colocataires? Hatter soupirait. La dernière chose qu'il voulait, c'était partager une chambre avec quelqu'un de nouveau. À l'orphelinat, il avait gagné sa propre chambre, étant l'un des enfants les plus âgés. Il n'avait partagé une chambre avec personne depuis près de deux ans et demi. Il a prié Dieu pour qu'il ne s'agisse pas de ce gamin magicien ou de ce type hyper-perky... Le grand mec effrayant... ce serait bien. On dirait qu'il n'aimait pas parler, c'est exactement ce que Hatter voulait. Quand la marraine Frey a conclu son discours, elle a disparu dans un jet de brume pourpre et de bulles. Donc il n'avait pas imaginé son apparence... Honnêtement, le fait que la dame venait de faire de la magie ne dérangeait pas Hatter. Il avait toujours pensé que la magie existait... sinon, comment pourrait-il expliquer ça une fois avec son chapeau? Comment pourrait-il expliquer son chapeau de pouvoir changer de forme - Fedora, Beanie, Ball-cap, n'importe quel type de chapeau... Quand tout le monde s'est mis à l'intérieur, Hatter a poussé à travers les foules, espérant d'abord se rendre dans sa chambre. Quand il a trouvé sa chambre, il a regardé son compagnon de chambre - Hatter a presque maudit à nouveau... Il a glissé la main jusqu'à sa federa et l'a redressée... Un garçon hyper-perky...

Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P

Les choses semblaient se réchauffer comme un air de tension formé autour de la rencontre de cet homme bête et de ce magicien. Elsa était sûr que le grand homme allait cluber le petit homme après avoir étrangement touché les cheveux du garçon. Un son bas qui ressemblait plus à un gros grognement de primate. Mais alors rien ne s'est passé et l'homme plus grand s'est éloigné, qui s'est bien installé avec Elsa. Si la première rencontre qu'elle a eue avec les gens était une bagarre entre deux personnes, elle aurait probablement juste envie d'arrêter maintenant. Alors, avec la dispute verbale qui s'est terminée, Elsa s'est retournée vers quelqu'un qui s'est montré responsable. Une dame âgée qui avait observé tranquillement le conflit sans interférer, ce qui était une autre chose douteuse. Pourquoi n'a-t-elle pas... Avant qu'Elsa ne puisse finir sa pensée, une créature ailée courut sur le côté de sa tête et cria fort dans l'effroi. Elsa a aussi crié en état de choc alors qu'elle tomba à genoux, couvrant sa tête en défense. Un garçon s'est écrasé et a essayé d'aider Elsa à se remettre à ses pieds et elle a gaspillé son aide pour son propre bien. "Non! Je n'ai pas besoin de ton aide! S'il vous plaît..." Elle a crié dans la frustration, son accent norvégien mince sur l'affichage. Elle s'est mise aux pieds, se sentant tout de suite mal à l'idée de crier sur cet étranger. Elle a pris une profonde respiration et a dit dans un volume beaucoup plus calme. "Désolé. C'est mieux si tu... Désolé." Elle se détourna, voulant que ce moment soit terminé et chanceux pour elle, la dame aînée parla et interrompit toutes les interactions. Après un bref exposé, la dame a disparu dans un tourbillon de bulles... Elsa a été assez surprise et malgré certains des attributs les plus « uniques » de certaines personnes ici, elle ne s'attendait pas à ce que cela se produise. Elsa sentit une explosion de bulle de soulagement à l'intérieur, sans se concentrer sur les propriétés contre nature de ce qui venait de se passer, parce que cela signifiait que tout le monde ici pourrait être dans ce même état. Peut-être qu'Elsa peut se libérer pour une fois. Mais c'était une pensée dangereuse et en ce moment elle avait juste besoin de s'éloigner car elle se sentait déjà épuisée de tout jusqu'à présent. Elsa a donc été la première à entrer à l'intérieur et s'est immédiatement mise à trouver sa chambre. Certains signes clairement marqués la mènent directement au dortoir de la fille, mais elle n'était pas la première là-bas. Une autre fille aux cheveux roux cherchait déjà sa chambre et peut-être l'a-t-elle trouvée alors qu'Elsa s'approchait et se tenait juste à côté de la fille aux cheveux roux brillants. Au-dessus de la porte était une plaie: Elsa Muriel Elsa a jeté un coup d'oeil à la fille des cheveux rouges. C'était une petite beauté d'environ quatre pouces de moins qu'Elsa. Sa peau semblait être une couleur saine et rappelait Elsa de Californie, ou quelle expérience limitée elle avait avec elle. Les deux ne pouvaient pas paraître plus différents. Elle a regardé ses pieds et a pensé à quelque chose qu'elle pouvait dire mais ne pouvait pas penser à quelque chose d'intelligent ou drôle, à sa propre frustration. "Um.. Bonjour!" Elle a dit avec empressement avec une vague rapide et un sourire timide. "Etes-vous Muriel?" Elle a demandé, lui donnant la tête et les yeux jusqu'à la peste.

Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.

Hansel et Gretel écoutèrent la femme âgée obéissante, mais quand ils entendirent parler de dortoirs et de trucs, les deux mâchoires tombaient comme si c'était la plus grande insulte que tu pouvais leur donner. -- Quoi?! Hansel a exigé, indigné. "Non!" Gretel protesta contre leur séparation avec son frère. Mais la marraine Fey a déjà disparu, et d'une manière assez éclairante, ils ont dû l'admettre. Tout d'un coup, ils se sont attrapés de façon spectaculaire, comme si la ligne de vie de l'autre. "Coucou, non, nous nous séparons!" Hansel a déclaré, face à Peter. "On ne s'est jamais séparés!" Gretel s'est enflammé. Puis ils se laissèrent aller l'un de l'autre à contrecœur et s'accrochèrent à Pierre. "Mon Dieu, nous avons besoin de votre aide!" La moitié masculine des jumeaux a supplié. -- Je veux dire, qui protégerait ma sœur! Gretel a roulé les yeux sur ça, mais a dit à Pierre. "Je ne suis pas à l'aise avec mon frère..." "Tu connais n'importe quelle sorte de..." "des failles ou quelque chose?"

Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast

Kovu, comme tout le monde, a été repris par la femme âgée qui a disparu comme elle l'a fait. C'était magique, bien sûr ils seraient choqués, même si Kovu se demandait s'il aurait dû être aussi surpris qu'il envisageait ce qu'il pouvait faire... mais ce n'était pas magique, c'était... normal. Ce n'était pas magique, c'était juste comme il était, comme sa famille, comme sa vieille ville était... Kovu a ramassé son sac et est entré dans l'académie, il a regardé autour de regarder les détails architecturaux complexes de l'intérieur avec de larges yeux et une bouche légèrement séparée, mais s'est arrêté et se composé quand une fille aux cheveux blancs a marché devant lui. C'est alors que Kovu s'est rendu compte qu'il était sur le point de marcher jusqu'au dortoir féminin et s'est retourné pour voir les autres mâles et les suivre. En marchant dans le couloir, la tête de Kovu s'est déplacée de gauche à droite alors qu'il scannait chaque porte en essayant de trouver son nom. Kovu s'est arrêté à quelques pieds de l'homme bête qu'il avait vu dehors, à la porte était le nom 'Adam Kovu'. Kovu a regardé le top nom d'Adam...sounds... normal. Attendez! Qu'est-ce qu'il fait?Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? "Hé!" Kovu s'est exclamé : « Je me fiche de ce que tu fais, mais je veux entrer dans ma chambre », a-t-il dit en gesticulant brusquement à la porte avec un doux coup de tête. Alors qu'il attendait que Beast bouge, il se demandait s'il devait s'inquiéter du fait que cet homme bête essayait de gratter le nom de son colocataire. Après tout ce qu'Adam allait vivre avec lui, il devait trouver sa chambre. Qu'est-ce qu'Adam lui a fait, c'est le premier jour où il a déjà fait un ennemi... et si Adam est le gars qui a fait les tours de magie dehors

Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:

C'est pas vrai, Peter. "Désolé, les gars," dit-il tranquillement. "Je n'ai jamais été ici avant et elle semblait assez catégorique que les filles ne devraient pas avoir de place avec les garçons. Je suis sûr que vos colocataires seront gentils." Il leur sourit avant de ramasser son sac. "Je vais trouver ma chambre, mais si tu as besoin de moi, tu peux toujours me retrouver. A tout à l'heure!" Il leur donne une petite vague avant de rentrer à l'intérieur. Il regarde autour de la porte et voit son nom sur une petite plaque au-dessus de la porte. Il s'arrête et regarde, il voit son colocataire. PeterHatter Quel nom inhabituel Pierre se pensait comme il voit le Hatter déjà à l'intérieur de leur chambre. Il se sent très mal à l'aise tout à coup lorsqu'il entre et pose ses affaires sur son lit, en face de celui du Hatter. Il suce dans ses joues et regarde autour de lui, ne faisant pas de contact visuel, avant de le regarder droit et de dire, "Uh. Bonjour." Belle Belle descend dans le couloir ses yeux scrutant les plaques des chambres des filles. Ses yeux voient enfin son nom et elle sourit. BelleGretel Elle n'avait pas encore rencontré ce Gretel, mais elle espérait qu'elle était gentille. Elle regarde de l'autre côté du couloir jusqu'à une pièce qui était un coin de chaton à la sienne et voit Beast à l'aide d'un couteau pour gratter un nom de l'une des plaques. Elle pouvait à peine dire le nom "Adam" qu'il raclait... ça devait être son vrai nom. Elle arrête de regarder immédiatement quand sa colocataire vient lui crier dessus et elle se promène dans sa chambre, mettant ses affaires en bas. Elle marche jusqu'à son lit et remarque un étrange livre dessus, sur son oreiller. Elle pointe la tête sur le côté et la prend en lisant la couverture. Contes de l'Académie Elle rétrécit les yeux à l'avant du livre, ne reconnaissant pas le titre. Elle l'ouvre et le retourne, cherchant à lire la première page... Mais c'est complètement vide. Elle soupire en colère et la pose à côté de son lit avant de s'enfoncer sur son propre lit et commence à retourner dans son autre livre, celui qu'elle avait lu plus tôt.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Après avoir suivi la jolie fille aux cheveux foncés jusqu'aux dortoirs, Kyrin regarda de haut en bas le hall balayant les plaques métalliques, cherchant quelque chose qui ressemblait vaguement à son nom, en fin de compte, elle regarda tout mot sans signification et l'abandonna si la première lettre avait l'air fausse. La première qu'elle a trouvée vaguement droite avait K...O...V...U. ce qui était faux, sans parler qu'il semblait déjà y avoir deux personnes dans cette pièce même elle Bête n'était pas vraiment dedans; il était occupé à mutiler la plaque de porte, qui avait rendu assez difficile de comprendre les lettres. Beast lui-même semblait plus calme maintenant et Kyrin a réalisé qu'elle devrait vraiment s'excuser pour plus tôt. Elle a murmuré, je suis désolé pour mon comportement tout à l'heure.Elle s'est ensuite égarée, heureuse d'avoir obtenu cela de sa poitrine, la queue coulant doucement derrière elle. Elle a dû monter et descendre le couloir encore quelques fois avant de le trouver. Pause-la lentement, méticuleusement l'épelait, "K...Y...R...I...N.....C...H...E...S...T...E...R." Et au-dessus il y avait, "R...E...D.....S......M...A...Y... Vraiment Kiy pensait, je devrais avoir quelqu'un pour me le lire.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

« Huh, elle semble gentille », commente Hansel alors qu'il étudie le colocataire de Gretel lorsqu'il décide de marcher sa sœur jusqu'à son dortoir. Gretel a accepté, avant d'affronter son frère. "Allez, nous sommes là maintenant, allez dans votre chambre," elle l'a chié, fermant à contrecœur la porte à son visage. "D'accord, d'accord. Qu'il m'appelle quand quelque chose arrive!" Son frère surprotecteur l'a rappelé avant que la porte ne le ferme. "J'y vais!" Gretel s'est retourné et a affronté la fille qui semble absorbée dans son livre, un plan malicieux se formant dans son esprit. Elle se faufile tranquillement derrière Belle, souriant de façon ludique avant d'être juste un pouce derrière la tête de Belle. Et avec une voix effrayante et surprenante, elle a dit à haute voix : "Yo, qu'est-ce que tu lis?"

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Rouge froncé. Apparemment, personne ici n'a de carte, pensait-elle, expirant dans la défaite. Je suis vouée à être perdue à jamais. Elle pouvait le voir maintenant. Descendre des couloirs et des couloirs sans fin, monter le même escalier de haut en bas, se rendant compte qu'elle courait en rond tout le temps. Elle n'aurait jamais trouvé sa classe. Il y avait une tonne de commotion, diverses personnes tombant et s'entrechoquant, bavardant et un peu maladroite murmurant. C'était tellement à prendre. Personne ne ressemblait tout à fait aux gens à la maison. Il y avait une nana aux cheveux blonds brillants, presque si blond qu'il était blanc, et un grand gars qui ne pouvait pas être tout à fait humain. En plus de cela, il y avait ce qui ressemblait à un ver à livres, des jumeaux, et une beauté rousse. Red a essayé de prendre des photos mentales de la scène, mais les choses se passaient trop vite. Soudain, la vieille dame a parlé. Elle doit travailler ici ou quelque chose comme ça. Le directeur? Elle a raté la plupart du discours, en plus de la partie dîner. Après que la femme eut parlé, des bulles éclatèrent d'elle, et Rouge s'efforça de voir ce qui se passait sur toutes les têtes des autres, en vain. Quand elle a pu voir, la vieille dame était partie. Le shapeshifter sans abri clignait dans la confusion. Elle n'avait pas imaginé la dame, n'est-ce pas? Elle n'avait sûrement pas imaginé entendre ce dîner dans une heure. Tout le monde a commencé à déposer dans le bâtiment, et Red s'est dirigé après. Alors qu'elle entrait dans le bâtiment, son souffle s'arrêta. Sa nouvelle école était magnifique, et comme elle l'avait pensé, totalement capable de la sucer dans son abîme. Les garçons se séparaient des filles. Red a suivi les filles au dortoir de la fille. Elle lit les noms de chaque porte, se sentant redoutée pour la première fois de temps en temps. Et si elle ne m'aime pas? Et si elle me trouve bizarre. Attendez, je suis bizarre. Je ne suis pas normal. Mais personne ici n'est normal non plus, n'est-ce pas? Et si elle est bizarre comme moi? Je suis bien habillée? Oh mon Dieu, ma tenue est horrible. Elle va tellement... Les pensées de Red s'arrêtèrent alors qu'elle s'approchait de son dortoir, et une autre fille se tenant devant elle. La fille portait sa capuche, comme s'il faisait froid. Elle était aussi habillée de façon plutôt décontractée. Le sweat gris était un grand contraste avec le manteau pourpre de Red. Ses yeux bleus ont rencontré les chats de l'autre fille. Silencieusement, elle a regardé le nom de la fille. "Kyrin Chester", lit-elle avec un clin d'œil. Avec un sourire, elle tendit la main. "Yo, je suis Red."

Picture Here Name "King" Graham Age (In this Canon) 18 Story They Are From King's Quest (IT COUNTS) Family The Cracker Family (No Parents or Siblings) He does have a pet owl named Cedric However, which he is allowed to bring to school. Crush/Partner Valanice (Not official RP Canon yet) Abilities Very Strong, Very Cunning, Really Good at Fencing. Personality Kind, Compassionate, Selfless. History Despite being a rambunctious young lad as a child, he always followed every rule to the letter and proved to be the bravest and kind of knights. Now due to his loyalty and love for his country he has reached the level of "King". He wishes to bring more pride to his loved land of Daventry. Other(Random Stuff like Theme Song) Cedric is a prick, but Graham loves him. One of the world's greatest Kleptomainiacs

"Red" Kyrin a roulé le nom autour de sa bouche, "est-ce ce que cela dit?" Elle a pointé sur la plaque. Pourquoi la jeune fille lui a-t-elle offert la main? Elle ne voulait sûrement pas que Kyrin le renifle? Etiquette était bonne et tout ça, mais comment savait-elle que Kyrin était un chat? Il lui a fallu quelques secondes pour se rendre compte que c'était probablement une coutume humaine, qu'Alice aurait pu mentionner à un moment donné, euh... trembler? ......Paw......shake?......shake à la main. C'était tout; poignée de main, qui était probablement comme il sonnait, le tremblement de la main de quelqu'un. Elle a pris la main de Red, espérant sérieusement qu'elle avait raison. Larguer, elle a tourné et a poussé la porte aussi leur chambre, "Vous voulez de l'aide avec des bagages? « Parce que je n'ai que ça. » Elle a dit de soulever le petit sac de messager sur son épaule et de le jeter sur le sol, « Vous voulez le premier choix des lits? »

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

Belle Belle saute presque trois pieds en l'air quand la jeune fille lui demande ce qu'elle lit. Elle la regarde et respire profondément. Ça doit être Gretel. "Rien de grand. Ce n'est qu'un livre de fantaisie », lui dit Belle, en remettant son signet en place et en s'asseyant sur son lit. Elle regarde la fille. Elle a l'air d'être un peu agitée, mais gentille. "Je suis Belle Sinclair. Vous devez être Gretel?" Elle tient sa main pour une poignée de main.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

M&M de Muriel Muriel a continué à marcher autour de la belle maison puis est venu à une bouffée soudaine, quand elle a regardé l'une des fenêtres et a vu un groupe d'enfants se réunir autour. Suis-je censé être là-bas? Elle pensa à elle-même, laissant ses bagages au milieu du sol et courant dans ses conversations vers l'extérieur. Elle s'est tenue sur le pas en haut, mais est arrivée un peu trop tard. Avec un soupir doux, elle a tourné le talon et est revenue à l'intérieur, mais était encore confuse au sujet de la dame qui pouf en bulles. Les lèvres coulant sur le côté, elle est retournée à ses bagages et a commencé à les rouler, encore une fois. Elle monta l'escalier et se promena, puis vit une plaque avec son nom dessus et une fille nommée Elsa. Son sourcil se leva comme elle se demandait qui c'était. Muriel haussa les épaules puis regarda la femelle blonde à la tête qui apparaissait à côté d'elle. "Uhm, oui, oui je le suis." Elle sourit et tourna son corps entièrement vers elle maintenant et étendit la main pour que la femelle tremble. -- Vous devez être Elsa? Quand ou si la femelle, nommée Elsa, secouait la main, elle laissait la main et les bras à ses côtés. -- Alors, allons-nous à l'intérieur et voyons ce qui nous attend? Elle snickerait tout en atteignant et en tournant la poignée de porte, en poussant la porte vers l'avant. "Après toi." Elle a agité son bras à l'intérieur, insistant pour qu'Elsa entre en premier. Il n'y a absolument rien à dire sur ce qui pourrait sauter ou tomber et elle ne voulait pas être le coupable de ces catastrophes.

"Don't take my kindness for a weakness - That'll be your first and last mistake." Name Muriel Murphy Nicknames The only thing she'll accept is M&M. Don't ask why, she just know that she'll accept it. Age 18 Story They Are From The Little Mermaid Character Ariel Appearance Muriel is a very petite girl, standing about five foot two and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds. She has long, red locks of hair that cascade down to her mid back. She has bright chestnut colored eyes that are perfectly almond shaped. She has sun kissed skin from spending almost all of her off days at the beach. Her skin is also blemish free and she doesn't have any piercings, other than her ear lobes. She often wears anything that you can go to the beach in. She doesn't care where she is. At work, she wears the required uniform, which is a baby blue shirt, khaki pants and white shoes. Family Muriel only has her father, Tristan, who owns the local aquarium, King's Tristan. She also has an overprotective friend named Cedric, who watches her every move for her father's sake and a fun, spontaneous friend named Felix. Crush or Partner Open for discussion. Abilities Siren Song - Her voice will put you in a trance like state of mind and she can persuade another person to do whatever she commands. But she'll have to sing it and not say it. Personality Muriel is very adventurous. She'll go almost anywhere with almost anybody. There is no place that she hasn't been for real. She is also naive, meaning that whatever someone tells her, she believes it - No matter the price to pay. Muriel overall is a very go with the flow type of person. She doesn't really care of the consequences and the punishment that she'll receive, she just wants to live her life while she still has one. History Muriel was born at sea and when they got to the hospital, unfortunately her mother died. Growing up, knowing that it truly devastated her but she didn't let it stop her from living her life. Even though her father, Tristan hates almost everybody she hangs out with, she really got to experience true love but she can feel that love is coming soon or so she hopes. As soon as she turned of age, her father hired her to work at the local aquarium, basically attempting to keep her shut out of the outside world. She hated him for quite some time and know that the manager there, Sebby is to watch over her since she has became close to her best friend at work, Luke. She protested time and time again that he is only a friend though her father does not believe her.

Percy a grondé, tapotant son pied sur le sol du taxi. Le chauffeur était horrible. Je ne pouvais pas aller plus vite que 35 miles à l'heure, et les avoir perdus plusieurs fois. Qu'est-ce qu'il a fait de bien? Après plusieurs minutes de plus, il est finalement arrivé à l'académie, en sortant avec son sac à dos. Il avait un regard stupéfiant sur son visage à la vue de l'immeuble. Il a volé pour ce qu'il voulait, il n'a pas été utilisé à ce genre de chose, ayant grandi dans une zone très pauvre. Il secoua la tête, s'avança, espionnant le dernier groupe de personnes qui se glissent à l'intérieur. Au moins, il n'était pas trop tard. Il a continué vers l'avant, la plante de sa longueur du genou, bottes noires touchant légèrement le sol pendant qu'il marchait. Il avait une promenade gracieuse, les yeux verts balayant la zone. Son épée, dont le fourreau est attaché à sa ceinture, rebondit légèrement contre sa jambe gauche. Ce n'était probablement pas une vue normale, quelqu'un portant une épée, mais il ne s'en est pas occupé. Il a ajusté son chapeau sur sa tête, le design légèrement décalé pour les gens de cette époque, mais c'était une possession précieuse, noir avec une bande rouge le long du bord, et une grande plume jaune collant hors du côté, le côté du chapeau pliant jusqu'au sommet. Il est entré dans l'immeuble, regardant dans l'étonnement, avant de suivre le son de l'homme qui parle, regardant autour. Heureusement, il avait un niveau d'alphabétisation décent, pas un pour se vanter, mais il pouvait lire des choses. Il est entré dans un couloir, supposément des dortoirs, regardant les gens dans le couloir. Un petit sourire se forma sur son visage, regardant aux portes, et commença à chercher son nom. À la vue de son nom, voyant le nom Rylan jumelé avec lui, il est entré, regardant autour de lui, ne voyant pas son compagnon de chambre. Il se regarda, étudiant la tenue sombre, en s'assurant que c'était propre. Un t-shirt noir serré, et un pantalon noir aussi serré qui a disparu sous ses bottes. C'était sa tenue normale, et ce serait un choc de le trouver dans n'importe quoi d'autre que ça. Heureux de l'état, il a posé son sac sur son lit, a tenté de se déplacer dans sa forme de chat, mais se décidant ainsi à parler à son colocataire en tant qu'humain, même s'il est capable de cela en tant que chat.

Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment

Pendant ce temps, Cedric volait dans les couloirs et Graham suivait. Les murs, comme d'habitude, étaient recouverts d'affiches et de photos pour que les nouveaux invités se sentent chez eux. Certaines de ces affiches n'ont pas été tenues correctement avec la bonne quantité d'adhésif, Graham en a profité et a commencé à coller des affiches et des préservatifs dans son sac. Il faut toujours être en sécurité! Graham s'est exclamé. Cedric s'est arrêté à l'une des portes avec une chouette dessus. Oh, c'est ça! C'est Graham! Je pense que c'est censé être notre chambre! Allons à l'intérieur! Cedric, tu ne pourrais jamais avoir plus raison. Graham a sorti une clé de sa poche et a déverrouillé la porte, se dirigeant à l'intérieur de la pièce. La chambre était la même que n'importe laquelle des autres chambres, sauf peut-être un pied plus long pour accueillir une personne supplémentaire à ajouter. (Cette personne supplémentaire bien sûr étant Cedric. Il y avait une grande cage d'oiseaux dans le coin de la pièce. Cedric s'est moqué de la vue. C'est pas vrai! Une cage d'oiseau! Comme c'est déshonorant! Maintenant Cedric, je pense vraiment que l'académie a été gentil de vous fournir un lit. Graham a ouvert son sac et a commencé à placer ses affaires dans toute la pièce. (Sans compter les objets qu'il a déjà collectés en cours de route). Je ne dors pas là-dedans! Je deviens claustrophobe et j'ai plusieurs cauchemars! C'est pas vrai! Je préfère dormir dehors. Comme tu veux. Graham a déclaré, il a ouvert la fenêtre et Cedric s'est envolé. Cependant, on ne sait jamais quand une cage d'oiseau peut être utile. Graham a dévissé la cage d'oiseau de son stand et l'a placée dans son sac.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

C'est le cas de Konrad. Konrad a froncé; il était en retard, mais ce n'était pas ce qui l'ennuyait, plutôt pourquoi a-t-il dû aller dans cette école en premier lieu? Sa mère a dit que ça lui apprendrait ce qu'il devait savoir, mais qu'est-ce qu'ils pourraient lui apprendre de plus? Il savait déjà comment écraser les écuries, quoi nourrir les chevaux, beaucoup d'étiquette de chat, et toutes sortes de choses utiles comme ça, sans parler de son knack pour créer des choses, alors pourquoi devait-il aller ici? Parler de créer des choses Konrad était occupé à jouer avec du fil de cuivre et quelques cloches, fileter les cloches sur des boucles de fil et les tisser avec d'autres boucles. Monsieur? Nous sommes ici.Le conducteur a bousillé Konrad de ses pensées. En regardant vers le haut, il a repéré l'école, petite mais jolie, ou ce que sa mère aurait dit, Konrad lui-même a estimé que l'école ressemblait à un endroit assez agréable, quelque part qui serait bon pour causer le mal. En sortant de la voiture, il s'est rendu compte, tout à coup, qu'il était en retard. Pas une bonne première impression, mais il vivrait. En s'emparant de ses sacs, tous les trois, et de son atelier écroulé, Konrad remercia le conducteur, et l'enleva, avant de se diriger vers l'école, espérant secrètement qu'il n'était pas trop tard. Ce n'était pas sa faute si les chiens avaient perdu et c'était un monstre de boue au moment où ils étaient pris. Non, ce n'était pas sa faute si la veille, il avait testé son loquet auto-verrouillé sur les chenils de chien. Pas de sa faute, pas de sa faute du tout. En montant un escalier, il a suivi le son des voix, réussi à déplacer toutes ses affaires, et continue à bricoler avec le fil et les cloches.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan est entré dans le couloir, ses yeux errant les plaques pour son nom. Il a vu le grand mec, Adam apparemment, se gratter à sa plaque nominative avec un couteau. Il a appliqué la maîtrise de soi pour s'empêcher de faire quelque chose d'irréfléchi au gars... mais il a décidé de le laisser faire. Il a laissé le gars croire qu'il avait gagné, qu'il avait vraiment fait peur à Rylan. Bien sûr qu'il ne l'avait pas fait. Pas du tout. Rylan n'avait peur de personne... si seulement grand, sombre et laid savait de quoi il était capable. Alors que Rylan passa Adam, il agita sa main indiscrètement, se concentrant sur la porte. Tout seul, la porte s'est refermée et le bouton s'est verrouillé de l'intérieur. Oh comme j'aime la magie... Il avait immédiatement su que la magie était présente ici... Il pouvait le sentir, presque. Quand la marraine Frey avait utilisé son apparence et sa disparition peu voyantes, les présuppositions de Rylan ont été confirmées. Elle devait être une utilisatrice magique d'une sorte ou d'une autre. Rylan savait qu'il n'était pas le seul. Il n'a pas attendu qu'Adam remarque que sa porte avait été fermée et verrouillée, mais plutôt qu'il a trouvé sa chambre et est entré à l'intérieur. Il s'est retrouvé à regarder un type aux cheveux gingembres assis sur son lit. Pourquoi je n'aurais pas pu avoir une chambre seule... Il n'a pas parlé au type, mais a plutôt plié ses sacs sur le lit. Il s'est brusquement tourné vers lui et lui a dit. "Mon nom est Rylan. Numero de règle uno - ne touchez pas à mes affaires. Règle numero dos - Ne me touchez pas. Si nous vivons selon ces règles, je ferai de mon mieux pour ne pas vous haïr et vous pouvez vivre toute l'année sans vous réveiller avec vos cheveux en feu. Enchanté de vous rencontrer."

Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P

Percé Percy regarda rapidement l'apparition d'un autre homme dans sa chambre, s'il supposait que c'était Rylan, l'autre nom sur la porte. Il se leva de son lit, sur le point d'ouvrir la bouche pour parler et se présenter, seulement pour s'arrêter une fois qu'il a commencé à parler. Donc il avait raison, que c'était son colocataire. Son sourcil s'est levé légèrement à la sensation qui a été donnée, légèrement hostile et debout. Une fois que son nouveau compagnon de chambre a fini de parler, un sourire facile s'est formé sur son visage. Il était habitué à ce type de personne, et s'en est beaucoup occupé. Il a dit calmement, un léger lever à sa voix, montrant son attitude optimiste "Nous ne devrions pas avoir de problème alors, hein? Tant qu'il en est de même pour moi, mec. C'est tes affaires, c'est les miennes. Le nom est Percy au fait." Il a enlevé son chapeau, en courant sa main dans ses cheveux, avant qu'une autre chose ne vienne à l'esprit. "Oh, aussi, tu n'es pas allergique aux chats, n'est-ce pas?" Son sourcil droit a été relevé plus haut que la gauche, accompagnant sa question, en gardant son chapeau sur sa tête. Il a reposé sa main gauche sur le sommet de son épée alors qu'il attendait la réponse, sa posture corporelle s'est détendue, ne montrant aucune menace du tout.

Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment

C'est le cas de Konrad. Trouvant les dortoirs, Konrad travailla jusqu'au long du couloir qui longeait n'importe qui et cherchait sa chambre, regardant aux portes, il remarqua que chaque chambre avait deux noms de personnes sur les plaques sur les portes, mais quand il trouva finalement son nom à la fin, il n'y avait pas d'autre nom. Ce qui veut dire, pas de colocataire. Konrad n'était pas sûr d'être heureux ou triste. Il s'est décidé pour le plaisir, beaucoup de temps pour être triste plus tard. Et de toute façon ils n'avaient pas utilisé son vrai nom, mais plutôt son pseudonyme de Konrad Tinker. Poussant son chemin dans la pièce, il a trouvé qu'il était mis en place pour deux, petits et simples, avec des meubles simples, pratiques. Flinging ses sacs sur un lit, Konrad a tiré à son «atelier» et l'a élargi une taille, ce qui a permis d'accéder à certains de ses outils plus basiques. Attrapant une paire de pinces qu'il a plié sur le lit et a commencé à se lier en bouts lâches de fil, tissant la cheville ensemble. Tirant un fil de sa chemise Konrad wove que dans aussi bien, bleu brillant mélange avec le cuivre et l'or. Penser à ça, c'est l'heure de changer. Sa mère l'avait fait s'habiller en ‘bons vêtements pour un prince', mais à Konrad ils étaient tout simplement inutilement brillants et gaudés, annonçant presque ce qu'il était. Dans un de ses sacs, il a sorti son t-shirt noir et son pantalon de trois quarts. Fermant sa porte, il laissa tomber le tasseau bleu royal quelque chose-ou-autre-elle que sa mère avait décidé et tira sur les vêtements normaux confortables.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

La bête s'est tournée avec un visage vide comme une voix criait de derrière lui. Il clignait et regardait en arrière, puis à la personne qui semblait être ce Kovu. Silencieusement, Beast a laissé passer le garçon et a ensuite commencé à la tâche de gratter à nouveau son nom. C'était mon colocataire? Il pensait à lui-même, en se grattant d'insouciance. Il n'a même pas remarqué le garçon poilu d'avant que la porte s'est refermée avant lui. Il clignait encore une fois, son visage stoïque et froid. Il marcha jusqu'à la porte fermée et continua de gratter. Quand Adam a été suffisamment éraflé, Beast est allé sous et éraflé, BEAST en gros lettrage sur le bois de la porte. Il a pris un peu de recul et a souri à lui-même, heureux de son travail pratique. Peut-être que ça effrayerait les gens assez pour les empêcher de frapper à sa porte. Ironiquement, Beast a ensuite été forcé de frapper à sa propre porte alors qu'il s'est rendu compte que la porte était verrouillée. Ça ne l'a pas surpris autant que de l'ennuyer. D'une manière ou d'une autre, il avait réussi à se faire ça, quelle chance pourrie. Coup de poing "Laissez-moi entrer." Il commandait son colocataire, sa voix rugueuse et masculine. Il a couru une main dans ses cheveux alors qu'il attendait et a regardé autour du couloir les autres noms et les autres personnes. Tout le monde semblait s'installer. Il soupira et s'assombrit contre le mur, attendant son colocataire. Comment était ce Kovu? Le laisserait-il seul ou l'irriterait-il comme les autres? Jusqu'à présent, Beast n'avait pas eu la chance...

Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast

Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Rylan regarda Percy avec un sourcil creasé. "Cats"? Il s'est ébranlé la tête. "J'aime vraiment les chats..." Il a murmuré. "Je crois que j'en ai traversé une une fois... je me suis sentie un peu mal après..." Rylan a ouvert son sac et a commencé à jeter ses vêtements dans les tiroirs sous le lit. Il a mis son sac dans le placard et s'est assis sur son lit, s'étant soudain rendu compte qu'il n'avait pas de draps, de couvertures ou d'oreillers sur le lit. "Eh bien..." il murmura sous son souffle. Il a attendu un peu jusqu'à ce que Percy sorte un moment. Il a rapidement regardé son lit. Avec un claquement de doigts, une bouffée de fumée se leva jusqu'au plafond, et le lit s'habilla subitement. Oh, comme j'aime la magie...

Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P

Muriel semblait douce, au moins jusqu'aux premières impressions, mais Elsa se demandait quel genre d'impression elle, elle-même, a cédé? Elle espérait que ce n'était pas négatif car elle avait froncé quand Muriel lui offrait la main. L'idée d'un incident le premier jour de son retour dans la société la briserait. Alors craignant le pire, Elsa glissa sa main dans sa manche de sweat-shirt et secoua la main offerte de Muriel comme si rien n'était hors de l'ordinaire. "Oui, on peut y aller." Elsa en réponse à l'enquête de Muriel et s'est dirigé à l'intérieur de la pièce d'abord à la legs de Muriel. "Merci!" Elsa a dit poliment alors qu'elle passait Muriel et marchait à travers la porte. Avec le recul, Elsa n'aurait probablement pas dû faire preuve d'imagination parce que la pièce était tellement déçue. C'était trop basique pour ses goûts choyés et la pire partie de tout était qu'il n'y avait même pas une fenêtre, vraiment conduire à la maison cette notion de "prison". "J'espérais qu'il y aurait une vue." Elsa s'est dit tranquillement alors qu'elle se trompait dans la déception jusqu'au lit sur sa gauche. Elle a posé sa valise et son coffre, beaucoup à son soulagement, et jeté son sac à dos sur son lit. Elle s'assit alors sur son lit, se blottit les pouces en regardant sa chambre décevante.

Elsa Ahlström 17 Years Old -Story- Frozen -Family- Anna(sister), Parents(deceased) -Crush/Partner- -Abilities- Manipulates ice and snow, even to the extent of creating it. She has some control over her powers, but it is difficult as she can still freeze things unintentionally. -Personality- Elsa presents herself as calm, reserved, introverted, poised and regal. Her lack of expressing emotion and tendency to be very blunt and strict plays right into the nickname of "Ice Queen" or comments about her "Heart of Ice" as she does appear to very cold and short with people. Internally, however, it is a different story. Elsa is rife with emotion but she just bottles it all inside. She struggles with the complex her powers present her and she is constantly in a state of anxiety and loneliness as she has to keep her distance from those she cares about. Not to mention the soft subject of her parents' untimely death, she is secretly struggling through life. -History- Born a Scandinavian, Elsa enjoyed a lavish lifestyle in the European North. Although her powers existed since the time she was born, they did not manifest until Elsa's fourth year of life. It was minor at first, her skin cold to the touch and sometimes items would chill and freeze, but for her sixth birthday she was able to make it snow. Inside her house. While innocent enough at first, her powers had almost killed her sister in a bad case of hypothermia and cold exposure at the time. Thankfully, her parents got to the hospital and had Anna treated. But the days of merriment were over. Elsa and Anna were separated and eventually, Elsa was separated from the rest of the world. Sheltered, Elsa began the trails of trying to control her powers. Years would pass and Elsa hardly saw her sister or anyone else outside of her parents, the maid, her tutor, and the odd occasion for a babysitter. Her parents were Elsa's only friends but sadly, they would perish in an automobile accident. Police and the other driver blamed it on the weather conditions but it didn't matter, Elsa and Anna were pretty much alone and they couldn't even see each other every day. Some days were worse than others as Elsa would unwittingly freeze her entire room, sometimes her entire house, in a sheet of ice. As her teenage years rolled by, she got better and better at control. It was difficult but Elsa would dare a few encounters with Anna, just to feel alive again. Her progress was slow but a sudden invitation to a private academy offered a bit of hope for a faster. Fairytale Academy. -Other- I think we all know the appropriate theme song.

Kovu fixa Beast alors qu'il marchait près de lui et dans sa nouvelle chambre, poussant la porte fermée derrière lui. Il regardait sa chambre... c'était différent de ce qu'il pensait. Il était en fait agréable, il y avait des peintures sur le mur, les rideaux ont l'air bien et un tapis élégant sur le sol. Ce doit être ce gars d'Adam Kovu pensé fixer le tapis, il vient probablement d'une famille riche. Kovu a vu qu'un lit était déjà pris et a placé son sac sur l'autre lit et a déposé son sac à dos sur le sol à côté. -- Je suppose qu'Adam doit déjà être là, pensa Kovu tranquillement en souhaitant qu'il soit resté pour dire bonjour. "Laissez-moi entrer", Kovu a entendu de l'autre côté de la porte, il sonnait comme ce gars bête qui était dehors. Kovu était irrité, il est passé à la porte et a crié : "Allez-vous, laissez-nous tranquilles et retournez dans votre chambre. Arrête de déranger Adam et surtout arrête de m'embêter... il n'est pas là de toute façon alors va trouver quelqu'un d'autre pour intimider." Kovu remonta à son lit et s'assit sur le bord.

Name: Kovu "Scar Jr" Mohatu Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Lion King Family: Unknown to him they are his adoptive family Father- Scar Mother- Zira Brother- Nuka Sister- Vitani Crush/Partner: N/A Abilities: Kovu has the ability to shapeshifte into Lion at will Personality: Usually seen as a loner, Kovu is alone by choice. Due to issues in his family, he pushes people away and doesn't allow himself to try to get close to anyone. Kovu spends him time in school by himself and generally sticks by a rule of keeping his head down and focus on just getting through his time in education. Even though he maintains a low profile, it doesn't stop him from occasionally using his sharp tongue to mouth off to a few teachers and students. His lack of display of emotions may seem like he is in control and knows what he wants from life but Kovu is lost, feeling unsure of his path, future and himself. However, although he may not know what he wants from life, he knows what he wants in life and can get it with his sly yet charming ways. History: Unbeknownst to Kovu, he is adopted. He is raised by his mother, who emotionally and sometimes physically abuses him and father, an ex-prisoner who raised Kovu and his sibling despite none of them being his children. Kovu's older siblings Nuka and Vitani are the biological children of Kovu's mother Zira and know he is adopted. Vitani bullys Kovu more than Nuka but both treat him like an outsider in the family. Zira has told her children to hate the people who imprisioned their father and not to trust anyone as they will always turn on them. Other:

L'œil de la bête s'est émoussé d'ennuis. "Laissez-moi entrer." Il se répétait maintenant d'une voix beaucoup plus monotone. Ce type pensait qu'il brimait Adam? Une drôle de pensée. La Bête s'intimidait elle-même. C'était suffisant pour faire frémir l'homme à l'air rugueux, un sourire léger enjoué sur ses traits tranchants, l'ennui remplacé par le muselement. Toujours souriant, il a frappé à la porte. "Tu es un vrai comédien, Kovu. Je n'ai jamais pensé à m'intimider." Il s'est encore branlé, secouant la tête avec la main toujours attachée à la porte. Mais c'était vrai. Il s'intimidait avant de s'en prendre à quelqu'un d'autre. Encore un exemple de premier plan des gens qui pensent au pire de lui. Il ne pouvait pas leur en vouloir. Il ressemblait à une bête, une personne méchante qui semblait vivre seulement pour le sang et la violence. Peut-être qu'il devrait juste succomber à ça. Ce n'était pas comme s'il avait jamais trouvé son vrai amour ici... Ce n'était pas comme si quelqu'un pouvait voir au-delà de la brute le garçon en dessous. Pourtant, au lieu de maudire la sorcière, il venait la remercier pour sa malédiction sur lui. Bien que cela signifiait une vie de solitude pour lui-même, cela lui a aussi permis de voir les vraies couleurs de ceux qui l'entouraient. Il lui a dit qui faire confiance et qui ne faire pas confiance, ce qui... était probablement tout le monde.

Name Adam "Beast" Cunningham Age 17 (Appears to be in his 20s) Story They Are From Beauty and The Beast Family None Crush/Partner N/A Currently Abilities Very Strong, 'Rage' Mode induced by emotions (fear and anger mostly) Personality To call him rough would be an understatement as Adam gets very angry very easily. Many people tend to stray away from him because of this and has caused him to develop a sort of complex. He doesn't believe anyone could ever love or even like a person like him. He has been called cruel, excessive, and brutish. Most people don't see the soft side of him that the people that worked back at his home saw as whenever anyone does happen to see it, he gets so angry that they quickly forget whatever they saw. He does, however, when prompted, talk to others of his own volition but it is particularly rare. History Adam grew up as a lonely rich prince in a large castle like home. His parents died when he was relatively young and he has lived with his servants ever since. One day, an old woman came to his front door but because of her appearance, Adam turned her away, not able to take the ugliness of her appearance. Because of this, the old woman cursed him and changed his appearance as well as those in his service. His appearance changed and he became very rough looking. Whenever he went out, women would shield their children from them and men would look at him with anger or confusion. No one would talk to him and soon he became recluse after all of the grief he got from his appearance. Knowing that the curse could be lifted if the young master fell in love, his servants convinced him to go to an Academy with that purpose in mind. Every now and then Ms. Teapot sneaks in to come and check in on him and make sure he's doing as he promised, finding someone to love. Other What He Looked Like Before The Curse Other Pictures of Beast

Belle Belle sourit et ferme son livre, en regardant la jeune fille. "Bien sûr! Nous pouvons d'abord faire le tien." Elle pose son livre sur la table latérale et glisse le nouveau livre sous son lit, espérant que la jeune fille ne l'a pas vu. Elle marche vers elle et ouvre la garde-robe près du bord du lit et l'ouvre, en voyant quelques cintres supplémentaires déjà là-dedans. "D'accord, alors qu'est-ce que tu veux faire d'abord? Je n'ai pas vraiment beaucoup de choses, sauf mes livres." Elle sourit à Gretel.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Cruella Après le grand accueil de la harpe qui s'appelait 'Goodmother Fey' Cecilia traquait les salles de l'école, à la recherche de sa chambre. Elle ne savait pas avec qui elle partagerait, mais elle ne pensait pas vraiment que c'était important. Elle serait seule dans cette stupide école, sans Jasper et Horace elle n'avait personne. "Papa! Tu ne peux pas me renvoyer sans eux! Ce sont mes amis, je ne peux pas te croire!" Cecilia s'est harcelée et s'est écrasée sur la poitrine de son père. Il l'a regardée, désapprouvée dans ses traits stricts. Ce ne sont pas tes amis, ce sont tes serviteurs. Et vous n'avez pas le choix. Je ne peux pas me permettre de les envoyer avec toi. Maintenant, faites vos valises, avant que je vous laisse derrière." Il repoussa sa fille et fit un geste vers la porte. "Tu es un sale cochon." Elle respira, se tapant hors de la pièce, son maquillage coulant sur son visage, et son manteau de fourrure tombant de ses épaules. Jasper et Horace se tenaient devant les portes, ils avaient tout entendu, mais cela ne semblait pas les mettre en phase. -- Lady Cecilia, dit Jasper, la reconnaissant. Cecilia a ajusté son manteau et s'est débarrassée de la gorge. "Daddy a dit que vous ne pouviez pas venir. Allons faire mes valises." Elle s'est cognée, la mémoire était encore un endroit douloureux pour elle. Elle roula les yeux, sachant qu'un jour elle montrerait à son père de quoi elle était faite. Il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour trouver les dortoirs, et chacun avait une plaque. Elle a cherché son nom, et l'a vite trouvé. Elle s'est promenée dans la chambre, et a porté ses bagages avec elle. Elle a jeté ses affaires sur un des sacs et s'est jetée dessus. Aujourd'hui serait une longue journée, et elle avait à peine commencé. Elle a pensé à ses cours, et pourquoi elle était là. Beaucoup des othes semblaient être'spéciales', comme la vieille harpe qui s'était présentée aux élèves. Ils avaient soit des fabricants d'effets spéciaux étonnants, et tout cela était une ruse, ou cette dame avait quelques tours dans ses vieilles manches modelées. Cecilia avait l'impression d'avoir mal à la tête en pensant à toutes ces options, et avec un soupir, elle laissait les yeux fermés. "Je déteste cet endroit." C'est la première fois qu'il s'agit d'un problème. Ursula Après une introduction plutôt ennuyeuse de la marraine Fey comme elle s'appelait elle-même, et une magie assez horrible, Ulma s'est retrouvée libérée de la foule. Elle a traversé les couloirs avec ses sacs dans une main, et une carte dans l'autre. Elle n'était pas prête à aller à son dortoir, en fait elle voulait errer et courir autour. Elle voulait jouer des tours sur tous les gens prussiens qu'elle a vus ici, et peut-être qu'elle essaierait même de faire un marché si elle le pouvait. Ulma soupira, frotta ses temples. Elle venait de commencer l'école et elle trouvait déjà des moyens d'avoir des ennuis. Comment a-t-elle pu être désespérée? Son sourire léché a oscillé, et elle a froncé, confus. Pourquoi s'est-elle battue avec elle-même? Elle souhaitait pouvoir choisir, parce qu'elle pensait toujours qu'elle avait choisi le côté obscur, et ensuite sa conscience coupée. Elle se sentait parfois malade, et d'autres fois, elle se sentait heureuse qu'elle fasse le bon choix. "J'ai besoin de me débrouiller." Elle a grandi à elle-même. En regardant autour de lui, elle a réalisé que dans sa confusion elle avait erré à une porte avec une plaque qui avait son nom sur elle, avec un shrug elle a tiré la porte ouverte et est entré à l'intérieur. C'était une belle chambre ouverte, mais Ulma pensait que c'était comme toutes les autres chambres. Elle a jeté ses affaires sur le lit, et une à la fois, elle a commencé à retirer des vêtements et des objets de sa valise, les mettant tous là où ils appartenaient. Elle voulait en finir avec ça dès qu'elle le pouvait, afin qu'elle puisse aller explorer les couloirs un peu plus avant qu'ils ne soient l'activité suivante. Cet endroit est beaucoup plus propre que mon ancienne maison. J'aime ça." Elle murmura, touchant son cabinet et le lit avec un peu d'espoir. Peut-être qu'elle aimerait cet endroit, aussi peu probable que cela l'était.

~°~°~ Name Cecilia D. Brown ~°~°~ Nickname Cruella ~°~°~ Age Seventeen Years Old ~°~°~ Story One Hundred and One Dalmatians ~°~°~ Family Jasper and Horace have always been her friends/servants. And though they get on her nerves, she usually turns to them in hard times. ~°~°~ Crush/Partner Cruella has no crush, unless her cravings for fashion count. ~°~°~ Abilities Cruella has no abilities, though she has a wicked eye for fashion. ~°~°~ Personality Cruella is a sly, petty snob. She can become obsessed with the strangest things, whether it is an expensive jewel, or a simple hound dog. She can only have the best, and goes to extremes to get what she needs. She has always been spoiled, and has a hard time understanding the world isn't her oyster. ~°~°~ History Cecilia was raised in a rich, upper class family. Her parents spoiled her, but they were almost never there for her, so she relied on her two young butlers, Jasper and Horace, for company. As she grew, she became uptight and snotty, but she also became obsessed with the latest trends in fashion. As the years went by, she separated herself from her parents more and more, only coming to them for money, and she went on to try to live out her dreams. Unfortunately her horrid parents had to cut in, and they sent her to a prestigious school in which she had to learn before becoming a designer. ~°~°~ Theme Song Cruella De Vil ------------------ ~°~°~ Name Ulma C. Saunders ~°~°~ Nickname Ursula Sea Witch ~°~°~ Age Seventeen Years Old ~°~°~ Story The Little Mermaid ~°~°~ Family She has parents, they just aren't important. ~°~°~ Crush/Partner That can be discussed later. ~°~°~ Abilities Ulma can make a mean deal, but it always comes with a price. She can brew you up a love potion, but only if you're willing to give up your most valued possessions, whether it's a gemstone, or your pretty voice. ~°~°~ Personality Ulma is cruel, but she wants you to think she's the best thing since sliced bread. She loves to make all sorts of deals, and is a sucker for a good trade. She's into trickery, so you have to be very specific when you ask her things. Ulma has always been neglected, but she tries to cover that up with her nice things. ~°~°~ History Ulma was born to parents as wicked as she was, they let her do almost whatever she wanted, as long as it didn't get them in trouble. She went out, and was wild, using her magic to get exactly what she wanted, in exchange for petty favors. She was an outcast in the world, and she used it to her own personal advantage. As she grew, she started to realize just how bad she was, and how much She seemed to enjoy it. She wanted to stop, at least that's what a good part of her said, but she saw no reason to. So she kept on like this, until her parents saw the light and sent her to a silly old boarding school. ~°~°~ Theme Song Poor Unfortunate Souls

(NPC) Grand-mère Fey Elle glousse comme une petite fille quand elle apparaît dans le bureau. Elle regarde dans les couloirs à travers les caméras de sécurité et voit que quelques-uns des étudiants s'entendent, comme Belle et Gretel. Mais quelques-uns des autres, comme Kovu et Beast, n'étaient pas autant. Elle remarque ensuite qu'il y a eu une erreur dans l'arrangement des colocataires. Elle fronce et tourne les doigts en faisant bouger certains noms sur les plaques. Elle presse ensuite ses doigts sur sa gorge et sa voix passe par l'interphone. "Étudiants, mes plus chères excuses, mais si vous voulez vérifier les plaques avec vos noms sur eux pour vous assurer que vous êtes à la bonne pièce, ce serait très utile. Il semble que nous ayons une mauvaise communication avec les arrangements de chambre. Quelques-uns d'entre vous seront déplacés. Ta-ta!" Elle enlève ses doigts de sa gorge et regarde avec diligence à travers les caméras de sécurité.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.

Kyrin Chester Avant que Red puisse répondre Kyrin, questionner la voix de la marraine Fey, au moins elle sonnait comme la sienne, réverbérée tout au long des dortoirs, faisant en sorte que Kyrin s'agrippe à ses oreilles de chat à capuche, en remuant. Après l'arrêt de la voix de la marraine Fey, Kyrin regarda en arrière la plaque sur la porte, passant quelques secondes, avant de se rendre compte que le nom du bas, son nom, avait disparu. Frowning elle a saisi la sangle usée de son sac et l'a retourné sur son épaule, avant de partir. Admirant le rouge une bonne journée, Kiy erra de nouveau en haut et en bas de la salle, scrutant de nouveau les plaques à la recherche de la bonne lettre, pour le début de son nom. C'était plus facile cette fois, car elle avait vu son nom il y a seulement cinq minutes, et il n'a donc fallu que deux voyages de haut en bas avant qu'elle n'ait trouvé sa nouvelle chambre. En entrant à l'intérieur, elle a trouvé qu'il y avait déjà quelqu'un d'autre là-bas, à part que la pièce était exactement la même que celle dans laquelle elle avait été avant. Kyrin a dit gaiement, Kyrin, votre colocataire, Dropping sur le lit en face de l'autre fille, Kyrin a plongé son sac simple sans souci sur son épaule, le plonnant à côté d'elle.

Name: Prince Maximilian Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince.

Un sourire éclatant brillait sur le visage de Percy comme la nouvelle qu'il aime les chats. Il a dit, "bien, ne soyez pas trop surpris si vous entrez et il y a un chat au gingembre allongé sur mon lit. Ou vous parler, c'est juste moi." Il regarda son sac singulier, se considérait comme terminé avec tout ce qu'il devait faire, puis regarda Rylan en arrière. Il m'a ensuite dit : " Eh bien, je vais me promener, vous voir dans un petit peu." Il ressentait un sentiment familier de picotement, qui se déplaçait dans sa colonne vertébrale puis dans ses extrémités alors que son corps changeait de celui d'un humain à celui d'un chat. Et avec cela, ses vêtements apparemment disparus, quittèrent la pièce, s'étirant, un petit sifflement l'échappant comme la voix vint sur l'interphone. Son oreille s'est tordue pour écouter, avant qu'il se retourne pour vérifier que son nom était encore sur la porte. Satisfait que c'était normal et tout comme il l'était, il a commencé à marcher dans le hall, son petit nez occupé à ramasser toutes les nouvelles odeurs, les oreilles en agitant ceci et cette façon au son des gens conversant, le plus probablement avec leur colocataire. Il s'est arrêté à un moment, attrapant l'odeur de quelque chose... plutôt bizarre. Un mélange d'humain et de chat. L'odeur elle-même était tout simplement confuse, donc il s'est dit qu'il allait l'étudier, après avoir erré dans cette salle un peu plus, l'extrémité de sa longue queue secouant ainsi et cela.

Name: Percy( pronounced: pur-ce ) Nickname: Puss Age: 18 Story They Are From: Puss in Boots Family: unofficial brother: Humfrey "Humpty Dumpty" Parents: unknown Adopted mother: Imelda Crush/Partner: open to debate Abilities: fighting, thievery, sword fighting, turning into a cat Personality: Percy has a charming way about him, able to easily attract friends and even the females. He has a cool bad boy air about him, and he is very protective of his friends, due to a fear that he has of losing those he is close to. He doesn't get close to people easily however, having some trouble trusting people. History: Orphaned as a kid, Percy turned up on the door step of Imelda's house. He soon came into contact with Humfrey, and they quickly became friends. However, they both picked up getting into trouble, thievery to get what they wanted. He knew of his ability to turn into a cat from a young age, growing to prefer it from his human form. Other: none at the moment

La haine folle Hatter n'était pas impressionné par les dortoirs, voyant qu'ils étaient à peine plus gentils que sa chambre de retour à l'orphelinat. Mais il n'a pas laissé ça le déranger. Quand Pierre se présenta, Hater leva une main maladroite, et ses lèvres portèrent un sac à main. "Je suis H-Hatter..." Il a dit, presque maudit dans sa colère à son bégaiement. Il n'a plus parlé à Peter, mais a plutôt déballé ses affaires. Il fit son lit, tirant sur le fond de la valise la drap et la couverture pliées et l'oreiller. Plus il y a pensé, plus la valise l'a perplexe. Elle aurait dû être pleine... mais d'une certaine manière Maria - sa mère debout à l'orphelinat - avait réussi à monter la couverture, la drap, les trois de ses cardigans, ses t-shirts, son pantalon, et son sac de toilette sur une grande valise. Peut-être que Maria était magique... Il pensait à lui-même. Mais la pensée l'a encore frappé... peut-être... elle était magique? Il avait vu la marraine Frey apparaître et disparaître, elle n'était pas vraiment magique. Il a poussé les pensées loin et déballé le reste de la valise, en farçant ses étuis de banjo et de mandoline entre le lit et la commode. Il a accroché ses cardigans dans la garde-robe, qui a déjà été fourni avec quelques hangars. Quand il eut fini, il s'approcha de sa valise et pêcha sa montre de poche à partir d'une des poches latérales. Il clipse la chaîne à son jean noir et redressé son cardigan bronzé. Il a cliqué sur la montre ouverte, regardant à l'heure du mur. Il a changé l'heure à 5:23, au lieu de ce qu'il lisait auparavant - l'heure actuelle à Dublin, en Irlande. Il a trouvé que c'était près de quarante-cinq minutes à épargner. Après avoir attendu un moment, il s'est assis sur son lit et a saisi sa mandoline de son cas. Il a choisi les cordes quelques fois, en s'assurant que chaque paire était dans le bon air, et a joué tranquillement une chanson

Name: Rylan "Rumple" Stiltskin Age: 18 Story They Are From: The Brothers Grimms' Book of Fairytales Family: None Crush/Partner: None Abilities: Rylan is a master magician Personality: Rylan is the embodiment of the word "Rude". He has deep insecurity issues, so he builds himself up by tearing others down. He takes pleasure in making peoples lives miserable. He loves to torment people who are smaller than him and he can always be counted on to pick on someone. History: Rylan was the son of a wealthy businessmen. His father was very absent when he was a kid, so he was raised by histogram and their maids. When his father was home, however, it wasn't any better. He and Rylan always fought. His father constantly told him that he wasn't good enough: that he should stomp anyone who got on the way of his goals Because of his fathers hateful relationship, Rylan became angry and ended up taking it out on others. At extremely infuriating times, his anger often got physical and on a few occasions he hurt someone. Other: If accepted, this character is meant to be a bit of a bully of sorts. Don't hate me for something this character does XD I'm actually a really nice person :P

C'est pas vrai, Peter. Peter sourit et regarde Hatter sous ses longs cheveux. Il passe une main à travers ses cheveux foncés et écoute attentivement ce qu'il joue. Ça a l'air magnifique et il semble le reconnaître de quelque part, mais il ne peut pas mettre son doigt dessus. Il respire profondément et se penche sur le lit avec un soupir. Il regarde Hatter et suce dans ses joues, essayant de penser à quelque chose à dire. Enfin, il est content quand l'interphone revient. Ma marraine Fey Ses sourcils se rassemblent dans l'inquiétude alors que les élèves commencent à se taire et à ne pas se mêler autant. Elle soupire et regarde l'horloge. C'est assez proche de l'heure du dîner maintenant. Elle presse le bout des doigts sur le dessous de sa gorge et dit : « Tout le monde, s'il vous plaît, allez à la cafétéria. C'est l'heure du dîner." Elle essaie de le dire avec autant de gaieté que possible, mais elle s'inquiète en regardant Belle à travers les caméras de sécurité. Cette fille allait être intéressante. Elle sourit en donnant un coup de pied au livre qu'elle lui a donné sous le lit. C'est l'heure du dîner. Belle Elle regarde l'interphone comme il se passe. Elle regarde Gretel après que le message soit livré et éteint et dit, "Eh bien, je suppose que nous devrions aller à la cafétéria?" Elle dit que c'est plus une question qu'une phrase, mais elle va chercher son livre et sortir de sa chambre. Elle descend le couloir en suivant les panneaux qui disent "Cafeteria". Elle descend le couloir et prend place à la cafétéria, prend immédiatement place et retourne son livre et commence à lire une fois de plus.

Name: Prince Konrad Brian Wolfson Name he goes by: Konrad Tinker. Age: 16 Story They Are From: The Swineherd (Hans Christian Andersen) Family: Mother. Crush/Partner: None. Abilities: Konrad is clever with his hands, and he can make many things. He also is able to infuse his creations with magic, thus letting them do magical things. Personality: Clever and stubborn Konrad doesn’t mind getting dirty. He loves animals and music, so many of the things he creates are musical. He has quite a strong sense of justice, but is an avid rule breaker, so he gets into quite a lot of trouble. Bold as brass, his habits of constantly fiddling is often confused for being nervous or scared. History: Prince of a small kingdom, Konrad grew up spending part of his time helping with the animals, and would spend the rest of it creating things. He always managed to skirt round learning ‘proper’ things like etiquette, manners, dancing, languages, politics, that sort of fancy thing. Because of this his mother, the queen, sent him to fairy tale academy, in the hopes he might become more prince-like. Other: Konrad himself can’t sing to save himself, however that doesn’t stop him trying. He can whistle finely. He doesn’t tell others he is a prince. That's fine, you can still have him.