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 Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:04 am
More detail coming later.
Oh, just an FYI, steal any of these and you die.My profiles Skeleton
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:06 am
Name: R (Raechel)
Nickname: Runner
Age: In Her twenties
Gender: Female
Species: Humanistic Qualities
Allegiance: Whoever she needs to betray.
Home: Where ever Z needs her to be.
Fighting Style: Hand to hand expertise, Hit and Run tactics, Disarming, Merits in all types of weapons, Parkour Styles.
Abilities: Full control of her PE suit which includes, Unaffected by mind abilities, The generation of Anti-Mater Fields, The Generation of Anti-Magik Fields, Enhanced Dexterous Abilities, Enhanced Strength, near perfect thermal, optical and audio camouflage, Temporal Teleportation, Wireless Mental Data Link, Computer Interfacing.
Weakness: Hates using lethal Violence, R prefers to use Disarming fighting styles to weaken and exhaust her targets and pursuers so she can make a get away. Prone to bouts of vertigo and motion sickness.
Description: R is a female, slim and slender in physique. She stands at a height of 5'11 so she isnt anything to out of the ordinary. Of course, the outside isnt the strange part about her. R is a spy, a ghost. She has been created in a hybrid fashion. She thinks faster then any computer can, moves faster then any person can. Its who she is.
She is quite beautiful. Proportionally she is perfect, attractive, and gorgeous. Her face is soft and caring. Looking into her Crimson eyes not only fills one with a sense of mystery, but of R's empathy.
On the inside, R is an enigma. She isnt human, her body is more cyber doll then flesh. This gives her body the ability to withstand the pressure and forces she exerts on herself on a constant day to day basis. And her mind, her brain is an intriguing thing. Her brain is cocooned in a cyber shell. Her consciousness, her very being has been given the ability to interface with electronics, other machines.
She has small plugs on the back of her beck that let her interface or "jack" into other electronics. This makes her very good at hacking computers, robots, andriods, anything electronic. The more complex the electronic is the longer it may take, but she will always win, because the human mind far exceeds any computer in processing power. And he very concious mind acts like a virus to computers, breaking down any firewall that is put into place, tearing down any security system that is in operation.
On her hands, feet, legs, arms, all over her body are small holes. Microscopic points that allow the release of Anti-matter and Anti Magik particals. This, in the event that she does have to use lethal force, gives R the ability to literally break down anything on the most basic of levels, the very energy that makes up the atoms of magik, matter, everything. In all of R's beauty, she is permanently scared.
She has no real body, but her mind lives in cyber dolls. A more advanced version of Andriods. She has been made to be perfect in every way. She is beautiful, both mentally and physically. Her mind can travel, in case her cyber doll is breached or broken, to a new one back at her point of origin.
Story: R was once a woman. She had a life. She was a runner, a messenger. She did her job very well. But that all ended one day. It was a normal day, but it quickly turned upside down on her when she found herself trying to obtain informaion from a restricted place. She used all of her skills to get the information where she ran into a special person.
This person, was Z. Z saw R for someone special, because her mind was hard to get ahold of. It was slippery, like her thoughts were coated in oil. This intrigued Z, and R saw Z for something interesting of a man. She saw him as odd, someone who could lift things, bend reality, speak to others minds. When they were both headed further into the restricted area that they were in, they encountered something, and it took R's life.
But Z granted her a new life. A permanent life. She would remain young, beautiful, scared. She was brought back to life and was remade into a spy, a ghost. Its all she remembers. She doesnt remember anyone from her past, only Z and the few others she has grown to know. To everyone who sees her, she is merely a ghost, someone who was there one second and gone the next. Anyone that may have known her will see the original R, but she will see a complete stranger.
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:09 am
Name: Shanna Perola
Nickname/Title:Poison
Age: 21 in appearance, but her real age is 4
Gender: Female
Species: Hybrid
Allegiance: Z
Home: None
Ability Style: Full contact fighting, grappling
Weapon: Herself
Ability: Poison is a hybrid of toxins, neurotoxins, conal toxins and any other form of poison in existence. She has a multitude of delivery forms.
1. Fangs - Poison's mouth has a row of razor sharp teeth behind her human teeth. Behind her kanines, each, is one very large fang in particular that is capable of delivering a deadly toxin of Poison's choice into her victim.
2. Spit/Saliva - Like spitting cobras, Poison can deliver her deadly payloads through spiting. However, when the toxin of her choice travels through her saliva glands they take on a highly acidic form which has the ability to dissolve not only flesh and other organic layers, but also other inorganic items such as rock, concert, and even things as hard as glass and tungsten. But she doesnt have to necessarily spit to use the toxins, simply letting herself drool or lick someone is enough to begin the burning and dissolving of someones skin, fur, scales or whatever they have for skin.
3. Barbs - In the tips of Poison's fingers are small hypodermic needles. These needles are almost to small to be seen except by high velocity cameras that can catch the barbs being sent out of the finger tips. These travel at fourth thousand times the gravity of Byako, so if she can touch you, she can inject her poison into your body.
In her wrists she has larger barbs, which she uses to impale her enemies, injecting fatal amounts of poison instantly.
4. Skin - If all of those delivery systems were not enough, Poison has the ultimate in defenses. She can not be touched. By simply touching her, you risk poisoning yourself. Poison's body secretes poison from her sweat glands, coating herself in a layer of poison that is absorbed by the skin of her enemies. Any cuts on her enemies skin will only allow for the poison to enter their body and act quicker.
5. Mind Link - Not only is Poison's body and attacks poisonous, but so is her mind. For a mind reader, or someone that tries to go into her mind, it would be like shoving an ice pick into their head. Her mind poison is a rare thing, someone that will leave a person with debilitating and crippling pain that will overload their nervous system.
Poison Form - Poison has the ability to transform into her most vile and dangerous of forms. Everything about her exudes death, and she turns into a deadly killing machine. She is truly untouchable in this form as her body becomes a conduit for poison to flow through. She becomes a bit psychotic, uncontrollable, unstable in this form however. Everything about her changes for the worse, for her enemies that is.
Weakness: Poison loves to do drugs. She does them, because she can do them without the negative effects, except for the withdrawal effects. She cant OD on them, as her body already contains every poison. So being without her narcotics leaves her a very unco-operative person.
While her attacks are powerful and she doesn't have to be very fast to kill or hurt someone. She is somewhat fragile, simply because she relies on her poisons to debilitate her enemies.
Poison has never felt the touch of another person. No one that she has ever cared about has been able to touch her. Not without some sort of protective gear to keep themselves safe from her poison. This makes her feel like she will be alone forever, which further fuels her lust for killings, and her narcotics addiction.
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Poison has a huge number of poisons that she can call upon. These vary from Conal poison that has no anti-venom and can knock a person out instantly and kill them in the time it takes them to suffocate, to Hemo-toxins that will cause a person to literally bleed from the gums, eyes, and any other hole or wound in their body. However, some of these have anti-toxins which can counter act the effects and allow someone to survive if they get it in time. This is a list of said types of toxins and poisons, their killing times, if they have an anti-toxin, and how often Shanna has this toxin at her disposal.
1. Conal Toxin - This toxin is fast acting, acting almost instantly. It comes from the Conal Snail of Brazil. It only paralyzes its victims, but because it works so quickly and it not only disables the victims ability to move but also stops their heart and breathing, it is a very deadly poison.
Antidote - There is no antidote for this poison.
2. Neuro Toxin (Hyper Stimulant) - This type of neuro toxin makes the victims body go into a type of overdrive. It starts to overwork itself. Breathing and heart rate will start to
Description: Poison's body is shapely, but by no means overly slender. She is very proportionate, standing at a tall five foot-eleven inches. She has an alluring smell, it smells like death, but it is sweet. Not sickly as an overpowering sweet smell might be. This sweet smell comes from the poison that coats her skin. The poison that coats Shanna's skin also makes her clothing stick to her body. It gives her skin a slick sheen, making her seem like she is sweating all the time.
Shanna isnt very strong however, simply because she relies on her poisons to not only protect her, but to impede and kill off her enemies.
Poison Form - When Shanna becomes to, aroused or angry, by a fight she can enter into what is known as her Poison form. In this form, she becomes something of a monster, covered in a dark armor from head to toes. In this form, everything on her body can be used as a weapon, including her hair, nails, teeth, saliva, even simply breathing can be dangerous to her enemies and even her allies. This form is very unstable and uncontrollable, which makes her a danger to friend and foe alike.
Not only does her endurance increase one hundred fold, but so does her strength and speed. In a way, she is a daemon of the realm of Poison. To be feared by all, even her friends.
Storyline: Shanna was created in a lab, made to be the perfect killing assassin. She was made to utilize all poisons and made immune to all of them as well, including any narcotic and alcohol. Z found her locked away, in a stasis pod, suspended for her own safety. Since Z released her and almost killed him, she has gone from place to place, seeking a purpose, a reason for being.
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"You cant love what you cant touch."
"Let me touch you, let me give you a kiss."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:11 am
Name: Z
Nickname/Title: Hm? Oh um...
Age: -isnt paying attention- (23)
Gender: I am male.
Species: -looks around absentmindedly- (Humanist like qualities)
Allegiance: Jarian
Home: Well, here for now I suppose. Or, to be more precise, anywhere Jiraian's call home.
Ability Style: Interagator, Recorder, Archivist, Defender of knowladge and weapons vaults.
Weapon: -Points at his head and smiles alittle-
Ability: Telekinetics, Psionics, Mind Altering Chemical stimulation(MACs), Reality Altering Defense (RAD)
Weakness: Physical labor, Intense Physical combat, healthy food.
Description: Never seen really standing. He prefers to sit as much as possible. Z is great wth books, video recording, writting, typing, and all around just archiving and recording information, Discussions, negotiations and other things involving information. He loves junk food and sweets, and this makes others who dont know him uneasy. Which is to say that most people are probably uneased by the fact that he never really eats anything healthy at all simply because he is new to most people.
But to him, he already knows alot about people from the moment he meets someone. Simple surface thoughts can tell alot about people, it also adds to their uneasy feelings towards him because it makes them feel like he is probing their minds. But in reality he cant go that deep into someones head without loosing a part of himself. So he tries to avoid concentrating that hard on any one individual in a room unless other wise asked by his current leader or THE leader.
He sits at a towering three feet seven inches (stands at about 5'11), and usually has one leg pulled up to his body so he can let his head rest on his knee while he works. His habbits keep him from leaving any Jarian compound for too long, simply because he has alot of work to do, watching over the list of information coming in and out as well as their more classified items.
He is thin and tone, with a surprisingly healthy amount of fat on his body. He doesnt really dress in anything other then jeans and plain shirts. Any that he can get his hands on even if it is someone elses and not made for his gender. As long as it fits, even loosly he will wear it, untill the person yells at him. He hates confrontation with his friends and fellow Jarian's.
He is also appeares very absentminded when people are talking to him. Which is good for him if anyone ever tries to counter interegate him or capture him.
Storyline: Z knows about the streets, he was often sought after for his mind altering stimulation ability. He could make someone feel like they were high for hours, without the side effects. Well, without natural side effects anyway. When people tried to hurt him, they found that he could ben reaility alittle, make concrete act like water or sand, turn wood into steel. Small things that wouldnt directly impact the actually person, just scare them away. Then he found the Jarian's, and was able to put his tallents to better use.
Z has always tried to stay close to where ever he could call home. But, that sometimes ment leaving when he knew he wasnt wanted. It happened so often that he almost forgot what home was like untill all this mess started up. Now he tries to work with the Jarian's to help make the world safer form the things and weapons that could quite literally destroy the fabric of reality and tear space and time apart leaving quite the mess to clean up. Something that Z doesnt like doing at all.
Quote: "Now where did I put those... Ah!... Oh no, those arent my Coco-Doodles..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 11:27 am
:Characters: Main Info Gaian Name:Z
Name: Zy Jerasca
Characters Age: In his Twenties
Alignment: Unbiased
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Discriptive Features Height:Six foot, Two Inches
Weight: One hundred fifty three pounds
Hair Color: Deep Crimson with streaks of Black
Hair Type: Medium Length
Eye Color:Deep Crimson
Scars: Many, both emotional and physical
Body Type: Mid sized, lean and tone.
Monodextrous or Ambidextrous: Ambidextrous
Left or Right hand: Both
Blood Type: O+
Mental Processes IQ: 135
Mental Stability: High
Emotional Stability: High
Dominate Emotion: Over confidence
Social Tag: Emo
Mental Alignment:The Righteous Side
Abilities These are not powers, these are a different set of actions that your character is capable of. List and Describe. Powers These are the powers your character can call upon. These require casting times or charge times usualy since powers are generally large hitting skills. Things like Teleportation and what not are not powers. Those are abilities. List and Describe. Traits and Habbits
Likes: Women, Strawberries, Meso Soup with Gohan in it, Quite, Peace, Parkour, Meditation
Dislikes: Guys hitting on him, Guys hitting on his friends, any kind of Squash, Loud annoying people, War
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The Hero's Stroy
Chapter 1
"Death and Betrayal Marks Everyone"
Where to being? Probably the beginning, that is generally where most stories start. But then again, this is not a proper story. So maybe the end? But, it isnt really the end of the story, but at the time it did seem like it. To Zy, his life was good. He had a wife and they lived in what was a place like that of Japan. It wasnt earth, or it seemed to perfect to be considered earth. Maybe a dream reality? No, it was his real home. He lived with his wife, and they were both very happy together. In their home, wherever it was, there was no war. It was a place of serenity, tranquility and peace. People fought, but they all fought with their words and not their fists.
Z and his wife were happy. They had their own place in the hills where cherry blossoms bloomed and the quite trickle of streams echoed into the country side. Their life was that of pure peace. Z and his wife both didnt have to know how to fight, but it was their culture to learn the way of the passive sword. This was mostly for ceremonial purposes and their metal was never really tested.
But even though their peace lasted for years, and their home had never really known war, all things must come to an end. Our story takes us to this night. The night that was Zy's last to be really ever to be considered alive.
It was a warm night, and the moon was rising into the sky over the cherry blossom forest. Zy and his wife were just laying down from a long day of tending to their temple. They were tired but happy, unknowing that their homeland was in trouble. They both had no knowledge that they were in the path of something new, a war that was coming. A war that would spark Zy's life into motion.
As Zy began to fall into his slumber, he heard the laughing, the cackling, and the people ready to fight and slaughter any that stood in their way. Zy woke and saw the fires first, burning across the cherry blossom fields. The night sky was ink black and the stars had disappeared from the light of the fires that raged on. Zy could only stand and stare at the carnage that lay before him. The fields that he and his wife had worked so hard to tend to and care for. His wife came to his side and they looked on at the fires that burned brightly. No words were said as they looked at the sight before them, none came to mind.
Then, they saw the people responsible for the chaos. They looked like humans at a distance and the only emotions that ran through Zy and his wife were ones that were unfamiliar to them. Hate, malious, the want to avenge this senseless destruction. They had never felt these things before. They both turned, quickly got their cerimonial swords and ran to fight these fiends. It was the only thing that they could think of right then and there. And they were not the only ones to think of this either.
Their friends had also joined the fray, and they all fought side by side. Thats when it became aparent that these were not humans that they were fighting. These were something else. On the outside they were humans, or something like human. But as they fought, Zy and his friends found that they were something more. They fought with ruthless endevor, intent to kill. Almost as if they had been driven mad, and wanted nothing else then to spill blood.
Many of Zy's friends fell in the fighting, and as the minutes dragged into hours, Zy and his friends began to tire. Their weapons began to grow heavy and their movements started to become sluggish. With one swipe of a sword Zy fell to the ground, a searing pain in his back. Zy could only watch as his wife was knocked to the ground and dragged off. He yelled with what seemed to be his last breath, trying to get them to stop, but the leader of the, animals, that had come only stopped and turned. His long white robes were spotless even in the muck and mud. He stood some hundred feet away and smirked at Zy before t he walked off to a portal that had opened up. Zy's eyes began to grow heavy and then...
Darkness...
Chapter 2
"With New Life, Comes New Chances"
"Zikky, Zikky... My love... Its time to wake up... Its time to..." Zy's body tried to lurch forward but he only met restraints. The heavy leather restraints kept him pinned to the bed that he was on, restricting his movements to all but the slightest of movements. What was going on? Why couldnt he move at all? Then memories began to flood and surge through his mind. It was so clear, like it had happened only yesterday. Had it been yesterday? What day was it?
"Nurse, make sure those restraints hold! Get me five hundred cc's of metrotophane. We have to put him back under! He isnt ready to wake up yet."
Theme Music
Angry - Monster by Skillet
Is done talking - Blow by Atreyu
Time to Destroy Everything! - Burn it to The Ground by Nickleback
Kicking a** - Almost Easy by Avenged Sevenfold
Fighting and winning agenst the odds - Invincible by Adalita's Way
Sad moment or a Defeat - Requiem for a Soldier
Resting after a fight - Melfina's Song from Outlaw Star Soundtrack
A Disturbing Turn of Events - L's Theme from Death Note Soundtrack
Discussing the Plan - Near's Theme from Death Note Soundtrack
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Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 1:57 pm
Gaian Name: ProperGamer ((Or Zy))
Name:Zither Amadeus
Alias: "Shogun Z" OR "Shogun" OR "Z" but his crew calls him by his whole alias of "Shogun Z".
Age: In his twenties
Sex: Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Crew: Leader of the Dragons
Ship: ((Undecided))
Fighting Style(s): MMA/Parkour/Mui Tai Mix. Ranks in most kinda of fire arms.
Weapon(s): Steel arm bracers, snap on blades. Doesnt like to use fire arms if he can help it.
Background: ((Working on the rest))
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 12:55 am
User Name - Zy Jerasca
Name- Roauk (Ro-Awk)
Age- 322
T or S - Teacher
Personality - Roauk is a very self centered person. Not in that he is selfish, but because he doesnt go out and do much. He is a fairly young spirit that escaped imprisonment, and has since become a teacher of sorts. The doesnt what is necessary and only that. Tending to only help students when they really are in need. He comes off as a mean teacher because he doesnt talk much when outside of class, or even in class itself. This only makes his class harder then most because students have to sometimes figure out what he is saying.
He always seems to be crying, his left eye is always crying and making golden tears. Some people think that makes him weak, others think it means he is sad. But it is something deeper that drives his tears outward.
Bio - Roauk was born of the Golden Fire. He has never known anything really for emotions, making him an excellent teacher. When he was crested long ago, the mage who made him put him into a life of experiments. She enslaved Roauk, being to curious for her own good. But Roauk did not mind. He actually enjoyed what time he spent with her.
Eventually he grew to love her. Doing things that he had observed that she liked. Bringing her what he could and when. She never thought of him as more then an experiment however. Eventually she passed on. Her final act was one that Roauk never expected. She severed his chains, his magik bonds that kept him in check. He was finally free. So he wandered. His tears his only company and reminder of the one he loved so long ago. e now teaches, trying to keep his mind occupied.
Powers - Control/Creation of Golden Light, Control/Creation of Golden Fire, Semi enhanced speed (Nothing major), Semi enhanced stregth(again nothing major), Strong Mental Capacity/Will Power.
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Posted: Sat Jun 26, 2010 4:05 pm
Name: Eleanor Nixon Call Sign: Rain Rank: Chief Petty OfficerAge: 24 Sex: Female Orientation: Straight Birth Place: Grass Valley, CaliforniaRaised In: [Raised in Birthplace] Area of Expertise: Stealth, Sabotage, Infiltration Field Experience: Served in the United States Navy S.E.A.Ls for six years [full time since joining at the age of 18]. She was often tasked with the chores of getting information when it was needed, infiltrating heavily guarded enemy bases, stealthy assassinations on targets on sabotaging hostile equipment and instruments. Her weapon of choice is often her tactical knife. Recommendations: Recommended for stealthy infiltration and sabotage above all else. Knowing so much of next to any security system, she functions as a good hacker. Background: Nobody knows what Rain did prior to her days in joining the military. She's known as a woman who isn't fond of discussing her previous life before joining the Navy. One fact that is known about her is that she completed high school and attended college for a couple of years before enlisting. In her free time, Kenneth often played the bass guitar. She started at the age of seventeen and has practiced thoroughly since. Whenever she gets a chance during a quiet moment on the lines or at the barracks, she enjoys playing if she can get hes hands on one. Shortly after joining the military, many people referred to Rain as a woman of mysteries. A pool of money began building up on her and would be given to the person who found out what she did for a living back in California, and still exists today. As she progressed in the military, she was starting to become recognized for both her skills as a saboteur and her ability to remain undetected by the enemy. Soon after she was dubbed the nickname "Rain," though there was much debate on what she should truly be called. Eleanor has been a member of the Navy for six years and has become relatively popular among some of her brothers and sisters in arms. She has always been known as a quiet individual, but whenever she speaks it is often optimistic and resourceful information and advice.  Not sure if this is good enough or not... =
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:09 am
Vivian McIssac played by ProperGamer Main Info Name: Vivian McIssac Nick Name: Emerald Maiden (This is the title she is known by across Tristia) Nick Name Two: Wild Flower (Only those close to her at home call her that.) Race: Human Age: 19 Sex: Female Orientation: Bisexual Job: Milk Maid/Ranch Hand/Ko'locke Handler Physical Descriptors Eye color: Emerald Green Hair Color: Dark Brick Red Hair style: Usually wears it in a braided pony tail Height: six foot - one inch Weight: One Hundred Forty Three LBs Body Description: A slender frame with tone definition. Vivian's body is that of a hard working girl. Being a Ranch hand helping her father around with whatever needs doing helps her stay nicely petite while helping to keep her body strong and fit. While she isnt well endowed, being around only a B-Cup, her confidence in everything she does, as well as the vast sum of money, land and the business empire that he Father and Mother own helps keep her love life somewhat interesting. Skills Great with Animals Great at barter Good animal handler Good with a bow Decent at fixing things Strengths and Weaknesses Strengths: Working hard...Vivian is an excellent worker. When she puts her mind to a task she is given she will see it through. She has a dogged determination that is visible from the first time someone looks into her deep emerald eyes and it can sometimes be intimidating if someone isnt ready for what she brings to the table. Smart Business EthicsVivian comes from a small family that owns alot of land, material, livestock and other things. All of this has been acquired from her Father and Mothers good business ethics, hard work and smart choices in business. This type of business smarts had been passed down to Vivian from her parents, making her a very good person to have in your traveling party. Animal BreakerComing from a farm, Vivian is... Well good with animals. By that, it means that she knows how to break an animal, making it tame. This doesnt mean that she is nice to them all the time. But she knows how to tame animals given the right amount of time and effort. Weaknesses: Or hardly working?Vivian's extreme determination and hard work ethics is offset by a very strong procrastination habit. In her mind, if she can get away with not doing work, then why do it? She will usually never take the initative unless it is something that she wants to do or is ordered to do with little course of action to take. Things like her chores are usually left undone until the very last moment. Bad temperVivian has an extreme temper problem. Being a country girl and having Malsara heritage (Its like having an Irish temper) makes her a very big firecracker with a very short fuse at times. She knows when to hold her tongue, but more times then are countable has her father had to smooth things out with someone she has blown up at. Likes and Dislikes Likes - 1. Ko'Lockes 2. Kitties 3. Strawberries 4. Her home Dislikes - 1. Not getting the best deal possible 2. Over paying 3. Being forced to do something 4. Spending long amounts of time away from home 5. Fishes Background Story Vivian was born into one of the wealthiest families in the Malsara Plains, and most of Tristia for that matter. She has never been spoiled, after all growing up on a farm there isnt much time for being a pampered, prissy little girl like alot of the other wealthy girls were. And while, Vivian wasnt bothered by it for the early first years of her life. But as she began to mature and grow into a young woman, it began to bother her. When she started to see the stuff and how the other girls looked and were treated, she began to get more and more jealous. When she was about twelve, that was the year she got her nickname Wild Flower. When her family was hosting a bi-yearly party for some of the wealthier families and the people who live in the McIssac Ranch. Vivian was told to take the other girls and show them around the ranch. As Vivian started showing the other girls one of the large Ko'locke domes where the massive beasts start at night. The girls started to whisper and giggle behind Vivian's back. Thats when she heard one of the girls comment on the the dress that she was wearing. Needless to say, it was a very rude comment. Vivian's eyes narrowed, she turned around and without even thinking she threw a right hook at the first one who had said the comment. Since then, the other girls have always called her Wild Flower, a condescending nick name that refers to her Ranch life upbringing and her tom boy-ish life style and appearance. Since then, she has always been the black sheep of the Tristria Maidens. Though, that has not bothered her since she began living her own life how she wants to. As she grew more into a woman, her lack of work ethic and her procrastination grew as well. Though, as she came of age, more and more suitors have been brought forward all of which she has driven off with ease. Now, she spends the long cold summer days in the Malsara Plains usually lazily doing her chores that include going into Listria, riding out to service the massive Herbots that watch over the Ko'locke herds or just sitting at home avoiding doing her chores all together. Anything else? Theme song - Wildflower While Vivian is a very go getting kind of person, her temper and the way she carries herself with confidence, it is rare that other females will turely get along with her. This is because of the way that some men seem to be drawn to Vivan, the Emerald Maiden. This means that its hard for her to have any real friends.
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