Sign Up The Polyphemus: Escape to Sol

[YawnBoy]

[FONT="Trebuchet MS"][SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkSlateGray"]Mankind has moved into space, colonized countless worlds, made alliance with alien species and spread our technology throughout our galaxy. We have become the most powerful empire to ever grace our galaxy and have surpassed our forefathers in ways they couldn't imagine. But, with all our glorious technology we are not immortal. And with all our pride we are not above the mistakes of our past.

It's been centuries since the Sol Commonwealth united our solar system, and led the human race to our greatest age. We've found other species, like us, and taught them. They have become our allies, our workers, and even our soldiers. But one race stood up in defiance against us, and the peace that had lasted over four hundred years was shattered.

Now, the SC fights against a foe more devoted and cunning than humankind has ever faced before. So far it has been one bloody battle after another, neither side able to gain any advantage of the other. But, a new breed of starship has been designed, with everything we've learned from the war, and the first of their kind were sent to Kyoto III, an outer colony world famed for its output of increasingly advanced technology.

However, as the SCV [i]Polyphemus[/i] and her sister ships, the [i]Minotaur[/i] and the [i]Aurora[/i] were being completed, the Wuvhan launched their most daring assault yet at what has been called the 'brains of the Commonwealth', and in the chaos of evacuating the planet before the Wuvhan ground troops could land, the [i]Polyphemus[/i] was forced to flee the battle, carrying as many refugees as it could.

Despite being on the cutting edge of technology, the [i]Polyphemus[/i] was incomplete, its long range navigation and communications systems nonoperational. It had also been running with only a skeleton crew, leaving it incredibly vulnerable (however, there is a hull full of refugees from one of the most educated planets under human domain, and Commander Aubrac is a resourceful man). Despite being acting captain of the ship, Commander Aubrac was not meant to be anything more than the second in command but like most of the ship, he has been forced into a position beyond his qualifications and its going to be up to him to lead the ship back to safety.
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All right so there it is. I should give you fair warning, this is the RPG I've run. You will all be playing the crew of the SCV [i]Polyphemus[/i] as they flee from the destruction of Kyoto III and try to get to safety. You will be able to create a huge variety of characters, be they part of the ships command crew, an engineer, a marine, a refugee, or anything else you can imagine. I don't want to give away much of the story but, oh yes, there will be twists.

[b]Sign Up Sheets[/b]

[b]Name:[/b] Your characters name, if you're a military character include your rank as well (my only requirement is that there be no Navy characters with a rank of Commander or higher, but if your character is Army or Marine go crazy)

[b]Race:[/b] What species your character is (details on the different species are in the Underground thread, and you can create your own as long as I approve it first). Only Wuvhan are off limits (but if you want to play a second character that is a Wuvhan, maybe a part of the effort to find [i]Polyphemus[/i] that'd be pretty cool)

[b]Gender:[/b] Self-explanatory, unless your a Kray :)

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Physical Description:[/b] What you look like, pics or description is fine with me.

[b]Personality:[/b] Be detailed enough (one or two good paragraphs).

[b]Occupation:[/b] What your character's job is, and if your a refugee then put what your job was before you wound up on the ship.

[b]Backstory & Abilities:[/b] A brief character history and summary of what you can do (this would include what kind of education you have and definetly include what languages you speak).

All right, I think that's it. If you have questions, please post them in the Underground, and I look forward to seeing your characters.

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[Raiha]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Name: E.L.A.N.S.

Experimental
Linear
Alternative
Navigation
System

Race: Genetically Enhanced/Altered Human

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Physical Description: see attachment. Asian extraction, pale skin, never exposed to natural light. Beautiful beyond reason for any product governmental experiment, small, slight, etc.

Personality: Elans is a product of the government. She has very little personality because it is not required for her job. She directs the ship, she takes orders from whomever has been programed into her system as a superior officer. It's a given that she will obey her leaders without question, but as such she is easy to manipulate.

Perhaps she's gone beyond human needs of flesh, but that's still an open question.

Occupation: Long Range Navigational Control, Ship Computer

Backstory & Abilities: Obviously of Asian extraction, Elans was once a simple human girl, before she was discovered to have an immensely capable immune system, capable of withstanding great strain before breaking down and succumbing to illness. Hence, she was used for experimentation by the government and groomed to become the navigation system integrated with the ships being produced at the time. Now she's achieved almost complete interface with the Polyphemus and is invaluable for the crew. Responsible for ship-wide control and announcements but not entirely capable of swift movements during dogfights while her mind is connected to the ship's AI..

Programed by the government, when she's not synched to the ship, directing its movements, she is a formidable melee opponent, strong, fast, enhanced in every way. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[Starwind]

[B]Name:[/B] Thomas Millans

[B]Race:[/B] Human

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Age:[/B] 22

[B]Pyhsical Description:[/B] [URL="http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c384/GeneOutlaw/AOfficer.jpg"][U]Thomas Millans[/U].[/URL] Thomas is about 5'10 in height and weights in around 140 to 150 lbs. He has a fine muscular tone and is in great physical shape for a human.

[B]Personality:[/B] Thomas is the duty bound type. He feels like it's his reponsiblity to see the well being of others. He has deep rooted sense of integrity and does only what he believes to be right. In which, he is also rather beligerent in his beliefs. He is not one to easily turn from his ways.

[B]Occupation:[/B] Army OIC (Officer in Charge). Rank: Major

[B]Backstory& Abilities:[/B] Thomas was born, like most those in the military, into the military. His father was colonel in the army, even his mother served in the navy. He was raised in the hopes that he would some day be in the military just like them. His father was always hoping he too would one day be the commander of a combat brigade like he was. While this is still his goal, he has yet to realize it. His station aboard the new prototype ship was the push he was hoping would lead to a higher command position.

When the attack came down on Kyoto III, this plan obviously changed. Thomas had never expected to have to go to battle so quickly. Let alone with so many civilian refugees. This was no longer a promotion post, this was about keeping these people alive and getting this ship to safety.

Being an officer of the military Thomas is not only combat trained, but is also highly educated in both emergency medical treatment and foreign languages. He is able to speak and write in all ally alien nations native languages. He also has a loose grasp on the wuvhan's native language. Thomas is also capable of piloting small combat fighters.

[BlasphemyX]

Name: Steven Gorudan

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Physical Description: About 5'9, thin, about 138 lbs, short and spiky blond hair, green eyes, a bit pale too.

Personality: Steven is a computer hacker. Even though hacking has become very hard since it's the future, he is a well accomplished hacker. Very timid at times, and is known to cower when a confrontation develops. When hacking, can be short tempered due to not wanting to be bothered.

Occupation: Refugee. Worked at a computer hardware store, and when he had time, repaired computers.

Backstory & Abilities: Steven never moved out of his parent's house but did move to the basement. Graduated from high school and went to a community college for some years. Can only speak English and only a few words of Japanese and Chinese. Can hack into high mainframe computers.

[Lilt]

[FONT=Trebuchet MS][SIZE=1][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][B]Name:[/B] Ensign Kenzy McGowan (If mechanics don't have a rank, let me know please. However I gave her a rank since she works for the military.)
[B]Race:[/B] Human
[B]Gender:[/B] Female
[B]Age:[/B] 14

[B]Physical Description:[/B] [URL="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/9750/kmwk1.jpg"]Kenzy McGowan[/URL] has short, silver hair and wears an [URL="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/7266/eyepatchpp7.jpg"]eyepatch[/URL] over her right eye. When not working, she usually wears one of her [URL="http://img153.imageshack.us/img153/3528/outfityh4.jpg"]casual outfits[/URL].
(Here are some of the various spacesuit/uniforms she is seen wearing.
[URL="http://i21.tinypic.com/22ex6f.jpg"]1[/URL] [URL="http://i22.tinypic.com/2jcymv4.jpg"]2[/URL] [URL="http://i20.tinypic.com/11mdi5g.jpg"]3[/URL] )

[B]Personality:[/B] Before the death of her father, Kenzy was a happy and care-free tomboy. His death however, aged her a bit. She is no longer as care-free as she once was, but she still finds a way to be happy when possible. In order for people to treat her with more respect though, she usually tries to act mature than is expected for her age.
[B]Occupation:[/B] Mechanic

[B]Backstory & Abilities:[/B] Arik McGowan, Kenzy's father was a great mechanic and a great man. To the Kray, they said he should have been born as one of them because of his skills. His fellow mechanics jokingly said it was a shame he wasn't born a Kray, then they wouldn't be so ashamed of their own work. However, like everyone Arik made mistakes. His worst and last mistake was taking on that salvage job.
Kenzy went with him, which just added to Arik's mistake. He never should have brought his daughter with him on that fateful day. However, he didn't know just how dangerous this job would be.
Halfway through the salvage, the ship started to collapse. Arik tried to tell his daughter that they had to get out of there but a large metal object hit him on the head and knocked him unconscious. Kenzy then grabbed hold of her father's arm and tried to drag him and get him standing. In shock, she looked at her severed arms, her hands still holding her father's arm. A piece of the ship fell and cut them almost clean off. Then a bolt that helped keep part of the ship on the wall shot out and hit her right eye. She passed out and didn't wake up when the large piece of the ship crushed her father and also her legs. Just a little too late, a rescue team arrived. They weren't able to get the metal object up, so they had to cut off both of Kenzy's legs to get her out of there.

When Kenzy woke up, she could only see through one eye. She tried to see what was wrong with her other eye, but her arms weren't listening to her. Then she tried to get up, but she got no response from her legs either. When her vision came into focus, she saw that her arms and legs were missing and passed out.
The next time she awoke, the loss of her arms and legs did not hit her as hard as the loss of her father. The doctor tried to explain to Kenzy as she wept that her father was prepared in case something happened to him and that she had a job on a ship and that she also had a set of prosthetic limbs.

Now, Kenzy is almost as good a mechanic as her father was before her. Also, thanks to her specially designed E.V.A. suit, she can get to places in the ship where no one else can. Besides English, she can speak Gaelic and the language of the Kray, fluently.
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[Vicky]

[SIZE=1][B]Name:[/b] Lieutenant Commander CaluglaT'Shunakizs Hephet-Zemaniiraha, "Caligula"

[B]Race:[/B] Drandarj

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Age:[/B] 32

[B]Physical Description:[/B] [url=http://aycu14.webshots.com/image/30693/2005354515244896826_rs.jpg][U]Caligula [reference image, add the teeth, tongue, bones .ect][/u][/url] is just under eight foot in height, standing up straight most of the time. His hair is long and black, his eyes golden and glowing. He has sharper teeth than a human being, making his jaw push out more even when it is closed and a long, pointed tongue. As far as the Drandarj go, Caligula is slender, though this often misleads people into thinking he's weak (the exoskeleton disproves this and makes Caligula a strong guard). Caligula can also be found with markings on his back - similar to Earth tattoos - symbolising his family in his culture.

[B]Personality:[/B] For a species who prides themselves on the volume and projection of their voice, Caligula is quiet. He jokes and engages in small talk often, though he rarely says much. Caligula's personality mostly revolves around observing rather than speaking too much. He is not an approachable man due to his size and voice, though once he is approached Caligula is very easy to get along with. He doesn't like making a display of emotion so he tends to limit his laughing or smiling, however he speaks a lot through his expressions which differ from his quiet personality. He is not fearful or nervous, rather he's confident and, in his own way, vibrant. When necessary he can hold a conversation and often speaks of interesting things when he decides to.

For his job, Caligula is very serious. He is a clever adversary, using the attributes of his species to his advantage. Also, Caligula is noted for his 'poker' face. He can bluff his way through a police interrogation, making up lies on the spot. However, due to being an honourable man, Caligula only lies to the enemy, or when he definitely has to. Caligula is also known for being a formidable opponent when it comes to a game of wits and intimidation - he can mask his feelings when insulted, keeping a calm face and plays the bluff part to the death. The Drandarj, rooted in tradition, are not known for their deceptions; Caligula is an exception to this rule.

[B]Occupation:[/B] Tactical/Security Officer

[B]Backstory & Abilities:[/B] Caligula was born to the Government Representatives of his area, a family that had been involved in politics for over a thousand years. They were weathly and prided in their war time efforts centuries ago (explaining the markings on Caligula's back). His family were also located close to a Commonwealth Military Base, wherein Caligula befriended a young human boy. It was that same human boy that gave Caligula his nickname, taken from the Latin, and that same human boy that convinced Caligula to take up a career outside his homeworld. The two shared a short, yet valuable friendship, teaching each other their culture and language. When Caligula announced he was leaving to educate himself on Earth (at the age of seventeen, the end of a Drandarj's education) he was forced to leave behind all his gold and precious items, as they were family gifts from over a hundred years ago and considered artifacts, therefore illegal to remove from the planet.

In later years Caligula would go on to Earth for the rest of his education and later become part of the military in the Commonwealth. He struggled learning English despite being taught ahead, due to his own language being very complex and even today Caligula will replace words he doesn't know with his own tongue. Since Caligula has difficulty learning to speak English he only knows Drandarjjian (universal language of his planet), Xerxeiasn (local language where he was born) and English. Caligula is better at determining facial expressions and gesture rather than translating through language.

Caligula finished his Drandarj education (which makes him intelligent due to his people's advances) and spent some time learning culture, history and a lot of military aspects on Earth. Caligula excelled in the area of alien tactics and weaponry, making him an excellent arms and tactical officer.

As far as Caligula's talents go he's strong due to his species, intelligent and a very good tactician, able to identify and undermine other species' tactics on the spot as well as determine a bluff from reality by studying an enemy's facial expression very closely.[/SIZE]

[Inuyasha Fandom]

Name: ZX4D87-17 XEN 'Aric Asakura'

Age:17

Gender: male

Race: Artificial Bio-mechanical Android

Personality: Wild, obnoxious, and loud, he's actually sweet hearted and sensitive. Not willing to share his past with anyone, people often are mislead to believe he's a human, the older people that know him sometimes think he has a prosthetic body, forever looking young. But looks can be deceiving. One of the most advanced robots ever known, and yet he hides his true self from the world, afraid of being shunned because he was not like others. He's a party boy, and can drink anyone under the table. He's flambouyantly gay, but he never actually comes out and says it. He's a techno fanatic, often he can be found dancing at a club of some kind. He's also known for dressing like a woman and going to parties, just for shock value. He's not an avid crossdresser, he's just having fun, and very comfortable with himself.

He's only serious when he needs to be, and is more cut throat than even the most blood thirsty. Otherwise, he wouldn't hurt a fly. He's terrified of bugs, especially spiders.

Physical Description: When not in his work uniform, consisting of black dress pants, a white dress shirt, apron, and bow tie, he's dressed in a loose fitting pair of traditional japanese attire pants,, and a white wife beater shirt with a short cropped long sleeved jacket. Often, he's in a kimono, looking like a blast from the past, but wearing short boots. His hair is a short, spiky, blue number, and with a bright pink highlight. He weighs 170 lbs, though his appearence definitely belies it. He's slim, but still has a touchof musclular definity.

Occupation: Waiter

Backstory and abilities:

Created originally as a military weapon, He was one of the ZX type models, and was programmed with the directive of creativity and life, instead of simply following orders. But, even still, he does have a combat protocol installed, as well as several standard parts other androids don't have, one of the benefits of being one of the ZX types. His creator, Doctor Fredrik Asakura, kept Aric as a son, and so they have a father son relationship. But, the doctor worked long hours and seldom came home. They moved to the colony in the hopes that they would spend more time together.

Aric is a remarkable achievement of human technology, but he chooses not to reveal it. A pinnacle of robotics, and artificial intelligence. He can think for himself, eat, breathe, and simulate ALL other aspects of the human body. Aside from a few functions, he's able to pass himself off as just another human.

But, even still, he is a machine. He modified himself somewhat, installing a limiter override, activated by speaking a set word. His combat protocol is efficient, monitoring and holding him back to reserve power and strength, and makes him ideal for hand to hand combat situations. When his limiter is released, all of that is thrown out the window, and he can litterally become a one man wrecking crew. He is a master if several languages, and is able to mentally converse with machines and other computers, and manipulate them wirelessly, if they are capable of receiving such signals. Otherwise, he has to connect himself to them. As such, he can download information vital to the survival of man.

Several times stronger than any human, and programed to act as human as possible. When his limiter is released, his body temperature sky rockets, melting away parts of his flawless skin, often enough burning away his clothing as well.

When forced to flee his home, he decides he is going to fight, to protect all he holds dear, especially his father, now head of the ship's engineering.

[Shwa]

Name: Charlie "Chance" DeWitt
Race:Human
Gender: Male
Age:24

Physical Description: 6'2'' caucasian male. Chance has brown eyes and short spiky brown hair on the top of his head, shaves the sides and back of his head. Has a type of bodybuilder body, likes to wear his yellow long sleeve hoodie with a blank tank-top underneath. Along with his long black sweat pants and his yellow and black running shoes. He also wears a blue bandanna on both his wrist and along his forearms when he has his hoodie off. On the back of his pants are a pair of pistol holsters with two pockets for extra clips, also a holster on each side of his leg for another pair of pistols he carries around on.

Personality: Chance can be quite cold sometimes, he likes to occupy himself in his work or with his weapons. He's not much of a talker but when Chance has something on his mind he'll say it without emotion or regret if the notion offends someone. Chance has grown up near military personnel for the cast majority of his life, so he knows business comes before pleasure in all cases.

Occupation: Civilian Weapons Tech for the Army

Backstory & Abilities: Chance has grown up his whole life around military rules and regulations, even his parents were part of the military as Marines. Chance knows the values of Honor, Courage and Commitment and uses those virtues every day. Chance finished his schooling and graduated with high marks and enough scholarships to pay his many years for college. Studying various courses in medical treatment and biochemical experimentations.

Chance wanted to join the Marines like his parents, but was denied to honor due to his seizures he receives from random electrical pulses in his brain. A childhood burden that hurt Chance in more ways than one, he couldn't join the armed forces and he couldn't predict when he would have another attack. Instead of enlisting Chance took a job as a weapons tech for the Marines, finding his favorite weapon to be the pistol. When he has free time, Chance participates in medical research and nursing as a side job. He is very skilled with his pistols and very resourceful when mixing herbs and chemicals for healing.

[P.J. McKrafty]

[B]Name:[/B] Senior Airmen James Uriah

[B]Race:[/B] Human

[B]Gender:[/B] Male

[B]Age:[/B] 23

[B]Physical Description:[/B] [URL="http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o159/pjmckrafty/339px-Jagged_fel.jpg"][U]James[/U][/URL], stands at about 6', he has an athletic build and a tattoo of the number 24 on the inside of his left tricep. He usually has a stupid looking confident smirk and is always wearing his black pilots’ jumpsuit.

[B]Personality:[/B] As long as James can remember he has always been a charismatic and playful person. He maintains an optimistic attitude in situation where most people would call it quits. He copes with stress and most problems by making smartass comments and jokes.

[B]Occupation:[/B] Polyphemus Maneuver Specialist & Fighter Pilot

[B]Backstory & Abilities:[/B] Coming from a family with a piloting background it was no wonder James was so interested in the field. His father was a freelance pilot and would take James on the occasional job with him. He started to learn to pilot at a young age and when he became of eligible age he applied for his pilot’s license and passed the test with flying colors.

He entered the Air force and within the first three years rose to the rank of Senior Airmen. While in the Air force he learned how to fly anything from an agile fighter to a bulky cruiser with the prowess of a seasoned veteran of air combat. He also had his misfortunes in the Air force as he had to crash-land a troop transport which gave him his scar that stretches from his eyebrow to his scalp.

James is an expert at sidearm use, has a great understanding of the operation of rifles and has been taught basic close quarters combat which he has rarely used. He has a basic grasp on ally species languages and literature.

[Orcus]

[SIZE="1"][B]Name:[/B] Aldian Xyothol Cana?Bayne
[B]Race:[/B] Half Drandarj, half human
[B]Gender:[/B] Male
[B]Age:[/B] 16
[B]Physical Description:[/B] [URL="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9e/L_from_Death_Note.gif"][Aldian][/URL] [URL="http://img33.photobucket.com/albums/v101/CrimsonEmo/Images/FFXIIBalthier.jpg"][Outfit][/URL]
Aldian is tall for a human, but short for a Drandarj, standing at 6?3??. He retains many Drandarj features, despite the human blood in him: he is dark skinned [though lighter than the normal Drandarj], has jet black hair and beautiful golden eyes, and has a lean, powerful physical structure. The combination of Drandarj and human anatomies makes him that much harder to heal when injured, but he does keep the characteristic metallic alloy that encases Drandarj wounds. His spinal column does protrude a bit from his back but not to the same extent, and his nails, though still black, aren?t nearly as sharp. His fangs still are, however.

His usual attire is extraordinarily in sync with casual Drandarj clothing, but has humanistic touches. On his head is a black bandanna with a golden plate on the front of it, on his left ear, three golden earring- two at the top and one in the lobe. Around his neck dangles a pair of goggles. As shown in the picture, he wears a bright, golden vest- but with no shirt on underneath, because he likes the contrast between his shin tone and the bright color. His black pants are not nearly as tight as shown, and are lined with silver metal and symbols; only his shoes and fingerless gloves are ?dull?, being entirely black. However, the golden rings [each having the face of some ferocious beast on them] that adorn each of his fingers still draws attention to his hands.

Idiosyncratically, he is always chewing on a toothpick.

[B]Personality:[/B] Aldian is an outspoken, charismatic, bouncy guy. He smiles a lot -and therefore bares his teeth a lot, which would be terrifying if not for his cheery demeanor. He?s not ever without a smile on his face, though it tends to morph into a smirk of annoyance when around Aria [see Back story]. It wouldn?t be too far fetched to call him a flirt; he denies the title profusely, though. For one reason or another, as he?s never outright stated why, he just enjoy the company of women to men. Regardless, he?s respectful to everyone, and is quite reliable.

One peculiarity about himself is the difference of his voice. His voice is softer than the Drandarj, more human, but still retains its imperativeness, it?s commandeering strength, and, what seems to be a new strain resulting from his half blood, he is extraordinarily persuasive.

[B]Occupation:[/B] On his planet he was a mechanic, now, he protects Aria.

[B]Back-story & Abilities:[/B] Though being part Drandarj, Aldian was born and raised on Earth. He was extraordinarily bright and an amazingly swift learner, due to his Drandarjjrian roots, and the tutelage of his father, finishing high school at the age of 10. He went to college and received a degree in engineering and history, and was out by age 15. His childhood was just as swift to say the least; he had little time or effort to make friends, and most of his classmates were either frightened by his alien appearance, or spiteful of his quick advancements. His father believed deeply in the boy putting his schoolwork, studies, and training -as he taught him a number of fighting styles and how to wield numerous weapons, solely for the purpose of self-defense- and his mother shared the notion; she was rarely around, though, due to her job working on spacecrafts for the government.

After college, and being still to young to work, his father began a more in depth lesson of the traditions, beliefs, and customs of his planet. He readily absorbed this information, not casting it away for the scorn it evoked from others upon him as might another child. With his heritage embraced and finally past having to worry of school all the time, he completely changed from the youth he used to be; he cast off his shy out shell and made any friends, especially becoming friends with one of his mom?s co-workers daughters, Aria.

Things were looking up for Aldian, but no good things last. In one of the experiments to perfect a new form of weapon for the spacecrafts, the machinery malfunctioned and overheated, and, the scientists being unable to contain it any other way, barricaded the testing site and were killed in the explosion. Aldian?s mother and both of Aria?s parents were killed in that explosion. Though they both mourned, Aldian?s father showed little to no remorse over the death of his wife. Aldian began to despise the man, and once more began to question his Drandarjjrian roots, blaming that for his father?s insensitivity. Since then, he has vowed to be as friendly and compassionate as possible, to be as unlike his father as possible.

He now regrets deeply his shunning of his father; when his planet was attacked his father stayed behind and sacrificed his life for Aldian and Aria to escape to the Polyphemus together. As he was dying he told Aldian that he had indeed loved his mother, he had just tried to be firm and resilient as was custom on his planet for Aldian. He would rather Aldian?s heart be stayed under hating him, then break in loss of his mother. Now, Aria is all that he has left, and he protects her dearly.

To this day, he hones his fighting ability and is always indulging in some form of literature in honor of his mother and father. He also is known to tinker with, fix, and take apart machinery on a whim, and when he does so, his eyes always seem distant, somewhere else.

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[B]OOC:[/B] I hope everything is in order. And for reference, here's a picture of Aria: [URL="http://pic.poptp.net/files/5/Death-Note_poptp_24030.jpg"][Aria][/URL][/SIZE]