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Quote: -----[W]hat they can know;;
Biological Name - His legal name was Lei Jianyu [Mingxia], but he changed his name to Crispin Hayder when he left home.
Alias - Crispin or Crisp ; many of the female variety refer to him as "Jerk!", or "b*****d!", or even "Sonnovabitch!"
Gender - Of the hot-blooded, hard-headed variety - a D U D E.
Age - Don't call him o l d, since he's only twenty-nine.
Height - Six foot one & no less.
Weight - One seventy-six & no more.
Appearance - T O T A L ! B U L L S H I T !
-----[W]hat they should know;;
Gang - Dark Blood
Position - Regular Class Hunter
Weapons - Weapons? Who the hell needs weapons when there is the option of using bare hands? Crispin deals with weapons when they are necessary, having spent a few years practicing at a firing range when he took using guns up for sport. Of course, that was when he didn't think he'd ever use a gun for anything more than defense and fun. Hah. Shows him that random hobbies DO come in handy every now and then. Besides having an eagle eye with a firearm, Crispin has a thing for shotguns and hunting rifles. Whatever it may be, if it's long, big and can put a stop to his target, Crisp is damn happy. His favorite weapon of choice would be a good old metal pipe. You heard me: a metal friggin' pipe. One of those steel pipes you see cartoon characters or random karate movies using: he actually OWNS one. Not only is it just some random pipe, he had it carved with his name and one of his personal sayings: "How you feeling, b***h?" on it. Needless to say, he has a lot of fun wonking people on the heads with this pipe thing. Or perhaps it's a pole? Who knows...
Talents - Fighting, grappling, kicking a**, and any general terms one might apply to the sport of connecting flesh and bone to fists. For Crispin, a good day is one where he's a had a few fights and ended it with a beer. He's all brawn, after all, and a trained elite: hell, in the fighting world, he's known as a fricking champion! What else are his muscles good for, and all his years of training. Back when he was in cage fighting, he was all about mixing forms: kickboxing to Tae Kwon Do and that sort of s**t. He just likes brawling half the time, but he's a damn tricky fighter with a wicked pair of fists and a seriously gravity-defying way with acrobatic stunts. However, to be a Hunter in the Dark Blood, there are more qualifications than just being able to fight your way out of a crowd bare-handed. Crisp is smart: damn smart in fact. He's a shrewd fighter that can work as well with strategy as he can with his fists. He's fearless on top of it, or so people say. He's good with tracking people, as having lived so long in the Underworld: he's got connections and hidey holes all over the world. His buddies back in the MMA leagues often have word of things going on down under as well.
-----[W]hat they could know;;
Sexuality - Bisexual, not that one would guess it. He tends to prefer the ladies, but he's been known to get close to a guy here or there.
Personality -
"...a guy who'll get angry when provoked.
A manly man who's been on both sides of the wall, done the good and the bad, a sophisticated brawler with respect on his side and a reputation to go with it. [Although, what exactly his reputation is going to be has yet to be decided.] He's Chinese/Japanese/Brazilian...."
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Tendencies - There's so many, it's hard to count! To be brief, here's a short list of Crisp's 'tendencies':
First of all, he is NOT afraid to get in a fight with a woman. Whether it be pride or arrogance, he has a knack for getting into fights with women. Oh, and getting called crude names afterwards for 'all of eternity'.
He's a lazy b*****d who will stay up as late as he feels like and sleep in if he's got a killer hangover to nurse.
When he's talking, he likes to make eye contact with whoever he's talking to: this habit tends to unnerve people as he's incredibly direct. Not to mention those eyes of his are like hot beams of molten silver: talk about deadly.
Oh, right: Crispin has a loose, vile tongue. He'll cuss anyone six way till Sunday and twice over again if he's allowed: the only time he seems to get a grip on his language is when he's in formal company or if he's outranked. Even so, it's a rare day that he considers how blunt his tongue can be.
Personal space? What the hell is that? In Crisp's opinion, the only personal space someone should worry about is his own: you do NOT want to get his back up against the wall.
Biography -
Reputation - Strange as it may seem, Crisp's reputation is that of an old-timer. He's been a part of the DB gang for a long time; longer than most of the current members. You could call him an original member. His lack of ambition would be the only thing that kept him from taking up a higher spot in the ranks when the offer was made: there never really was a time when Crisp wanted to ascend from where he was. As a regular member, he could do what he wanted, take jobs as they came, freeload with fewer responsibilities and not have to deal with a shitload of nagging ninnies, aka underlings. As for his actual reputation, Crisp is the sort of member that anyone would call on to get a job done. Especially the nasty, dirty sort of jobs which involve situations most wouldn't want to get drawn into. He'd take one for the team and duke it out, even if the odds were against him. With one ear in the underworld of crime activity and the other pressed to the real world's events, Crisp has had his share of people asking him for favors. Whether it be info or certain illegal possessions, he'll gladly work out a deal if the price is right or the reason is fair.
Weaknesses - Hard liquor, if one has to know. On a hot day after a long work out, or after a particularly nasty bout with someone or other, Crisp would kill for a cold glass. Strays: hell if he knows why it is he can't seem to ignore people or animals that seem lost or homeless or don't seem to exist in their own mind. Might have to do with the fact his father was a righteous b*****d who couldn't care anything about people who find themselves still hurting after being backhanded by life. Fighting - whether it be for sport, fun, competition or plain ol' life or death. He just loves the brilliance of an all out brawl; he's a dude, after all. Tears: he was cursed with this unspeakable weakness. However, it's the tears of sorrow, or loss, or misery or frustration that get to him the most.
Additional Information - To be exact, Crispin was in one of the Mixed Martial Arts fighting leagues. He competed around the world and took part in the Ultimate Fighting Championships more times than he cares to recall. The UFC is defined as a mixed martial arts competition between high level professional fighters who utilize the disciplines of jiu-jitsu, karate, boxing, kickboxing, wrestling, and other forms in UFC live events. UFC competitors or “Ultimate Fighters” are among the best-trained and conditioned athletes in the world. -----[W]hat they don't know;;Theme Song -
Quotes
By me - "Get out of my face, woman!" - not to be disrespectful or anything, but Crispin really hates being backed into a corner about something ridiculous. "The s**t's hit the fan, and we're all in way over our heads... So, who wants to bet we'll live to see tomorrow?" - during a long day at work, of course. "Don't break a nail and come crying back to me, girlie." - when a woman is trying to prove him wrong. "'Scuse me. My brain needs a minute to pick apart all that bullshit." - a normal response, really.
For me - "For sure he's a mule-headed, he'rt-breakin' son of a b***h, that's w'at 'e is. Or so says one of my favorite songs on the radio." - Quinn
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Quote: [Y]ou really want to know...-----[W]hat they can know;; Biological Name - Guinevere Lyra Acelan
Alias - Jenny, Jenn or Lyra
Gender - Female
Age - Eighteen
Height - Five foot six
Weight - One hundred and five
Appearance - Being only eighteen and freshly graduated from West Forquet High, Guinevere still retains that school girl look even though she's well on her way towards becoming a fully grown woman. Her body is petite looking, which makes her seem somehow smaller than the five foot, six inches she actually is. Her limbs are long and thin, her waist, hips and shoulders considerably small, even thin. Unlike V-13's head healer, who was perfectly curvaceous, Jenny's body lacks those hourglass curves often thought as the most desirable of female shapes. If one should see Jenny in an outfit that properly defines her body, they'll more than likely label her with the 'dancer' -type body. Which, for the most part, is correct, seeing as Jenny aspired to be a dancer up until the point her father was assassinated.
With cream-hued skin and no tan lines, Guinevere has nearly perfect skin, free of blemishes, excluding a small tattoo located below her right hip bone. Said tattoo is a complete secret that no one knows about, including Jenny's sister and anyone else close to her. Since she doesn't wear revealing clothes, this tattoo might stay a secret for a long time yet. Still, her body is a sweet combination of graceful lines, soft shoulders and an applause worthy posture thanks to all those years she spent dancing. Her hands are also thin, yet elegant, capable of great strength, resilience and steadiness while working. She keeps her fingernails short and well groomed, having pride in her hands, and the nails are always painted a pink or coral coloration. As for her hair, Jenny likes to keep her hair at the same length - just below her shoulder-blades, and she'll never dye it's dark gold color. What's particularly noticeable about those somewhat wavy locks would be the fact that they are ALWAYS in either a pair of braids or pigtails. Always. However, being in a gang means having to get around unnoticed sometimes: so, whenever in public, Jenny wears a short, light-blonde wig and brown contacts. The brown contacts are something she doesn't mind, as her pretty green eyes needed glasses ever since she was little - being a dancer, though, she got contacts as soon as she was old enough.
Guinevere's fashion is noticeably and definitively... frumpy. Comfortably frumpy. But not sexy, not showy, not flamboyant and NOT all that fashionable. In contrast to her girlish good looks and charming demeanor, Jenny nearly always wears outfits that cover her from her chin to her toes. Daily, she'll wear either a turtleneck or a sweater, a scarf or a bandanna, a pair of jeans or a long skirt, a long-sleeved shirt or a sweater, stockings or leggings: and then there's the fact that she wears layers all the time. She loves colors, mind, so it's not that she dresses herself in an unattractive manner, it's just that she doesn't seem to care about dressing herself in a way that would showcase her looks and give proper definition to her body. On that note, she hardly ever bothers with make-up: maybe a little lip gloss and mascara here or there, but not much else. Lastly, Jenny loves hats. Loves them: she especially likes berets, because they're 'classic' and 'fun.' -----[W]hat they should know;;Gang - V-13
Position - Healer-in-Training
Weapons - Weapons, for the most part, frighten poor Guinevere. Her father was assassinated, after all, so even the thought of wielding a gun makes her face ashen and sticky with sweat. Instead - after much persuasion by a certain training specialist - Jenny carries around several normal items a woman might carry for protective measures. A bottle of mace, a switchblade, a light-weight steel club that looks like a miniature baseball bat. Sometimes more, never less.
Talents - When first joining V-13, very few members thought she could be of any use. Seeing as she had been found incapable of handling any sort of torture, unlearned in the world of drugs, untrained when it came to assassinations and unwilling to handle weapons for killing purposes, it was thought that she would be either an information gatherer or of no use at all. As it would turn out, Guinevere had put up the pretense of going to medical school while her father was alive, while her true ambition was to become a dancer - as her mother had been. Her years of high school had been filled with science classes, physical therapy related classes and athletic training classes. Of course, as the daughter of a highly respected business man, she had pushed ahead and taken college classes as well - all related to medicine and therapy. This discovery had her placed under the lead Healer's care - Adeline's - and it soon became apparent that she was a skilled, steady and meticulous medical practitioner. She wasn't squeamish by the sight of open wounds or bloods, she was capable of holding down a screaming patient while a bullet was being removed and, ultimately, she was an extremely dependable, determined person. When it came to helping others, Guinevere showed herself willing to set her own life on the line to save those in need. Her body was already physically strong and tremendously fit thanks to her secret dancing career - but it would turn out that she had studied nutrition, and could cook, so she could help ill and weakened members recover on three different fronts: medically, nutritionally and mentally. Yes, mentally, as her therapy studies had taught her about the body and the mind. Guinevere could be seen as a form of comfort, willing to listen and soothe, able of immeasurable patience and kindness. She does, however, get a tad bit... stubborn, every now and then. If she thinks she knows best, concerning someone's health, she can be stubborn as the orneriest mule. -----[W]hat they could know;;Sexuality - She's far too inexperienced to even think of her sexuality, so, she'll blush if she's flirted with or complimented by anyone, girl or boy. True, she had a boyfriend, once, but they never got beyond holding hands, so that doesn't say much really.
Personality - It is really noticeable about Guinevere that she has a hard time hiding anything from anyone when it comes to facial expressions. Her face is much like an open book: frank, candid and overwhelmingly expressive. Her dancing background only enhanced this aspect about her, as she one day hoped to sway crowds of watchers with both her dancing and her emotions - silent as they were. However, she is a capable liar, despite this, as she had to live two lives while her father was alive: pretending that she wanted to become a doctor or a physical therapist while actually studying dance for hours at a time each day. Her cultured background made her into a polite young woman, rather coy and worrisome, with a knack for soothing stress and relieving tension with calm words, simple phrases and gentle touches. She's bright and extremely intelligent, so she'll take offense if insulted inappropriately, but is often too polite and bashful to counter the insult properly. Her girlish demeanor offsets her capable mind, steady hands and strong body; whenever complimented or flirted with, it's known that she'll start to blush and fiddle with her hands. She's a bit naive, considering, and appears to be much too innocent of a person to belong to a gang like that of V-13. However, it is because of her father's death - assassination, actually - that her determined attitude brought her to V-13. She wanted revenge, or at least retribution, for her beloved father's death, and V-13 seemed like the right group to join in order to accomplish this. Her sense of justice is strong, but often out of place, while her loyalties lie with her new family and co-workers.
Likes - Dancing | Cats | Tea | Fruit by itself, on or with anything, excluding banana | Desert | Scarves | Pigtails and ponytails | Pink or coral nail polish | Contacts | Holidays - especially Christmas | The feel of wind blowing through her hair | Wearing layers | Long baths with sweet-smelling soap | Turtlenecks | Simple jewelry | Having things neat and organized when working | Catnaps | Lots of pillows | Sweet candy | The Lolita fashion - not that she's daring enough to wear anything like that | Small animals, even rats | Her sister, despite their differences | Her family | Her bicycle | Animal-shaped backpacks | Hats | Ribbons | The smell of apples | Cooking | Running | Dancing some more | Soft things | Helping others | Carnivals | Reading, books and studying in general | Music | Quiet moments.
Dislikes - Lots of noise | Chaos | Hatred among friends or family members | Extreme or unnecessary violence | Being taken advantage of - not that it can be helped sometimes | Her own lack of confidence | Dark Blood members | Guns | The thought of having to kill or hurt someone | Death | Malice | Dirty things | Losing something | Losing someone | Crying | Bananas | Getting lost | Being alone.
Tendencies - Flushes when complimented or flirted with or anything of the sort unexpectedly. Tends to wear frumpy clothes. Will do anything - even at the risk of harming herself - in order to help someone. Dropping things when surprised or shocked or scared. Forgetting to put her contacts in when in a hurry. Buying too much food while at the grocery store. Squeaking when snuck up on. Taking a step back or retreating when someone is being aggressive, forwards or demanding of her beyond reason. Ducking under someone's arms when about to be hugged, claiming she has something to do. Staring off into space when thinking. Wearing her hair in pigtails or ponytails at all times.
Biography - Guinevere's father was a British business man, who's growing company had belonged to his father before him. The company was a compilation of businesses, focusing mainly on insurance, private medical offices and law firms. A powerful business, nonetheless, which soon grew large enough to head oversees, relocating in a city called Forquet. At the time, Robert Acelan had been married to a French woman by the name of Marianne, who changed her last name to his when they were married. Two years after their marriage, Marianne gave birth to two girls, twins, although they were not identical: they were named Suzette and Guinevere. Despite that they were fraternal twins rather than identical, the girls still resembled one another greatly, having honey-blonde hair, fair skin and similar body types. As they grew up, they were identified mainly by their hair style or their eyes: Suzette had violet eyes and she wore her hair in crazy styles, while Guinevere had green eyes and wore her hair in two pigtails or ponytails. The two of them would never really know their mother, as Marianne passed away when they were four from breast cancer, leaving them with only their beloved father and household's hired hands.
After the move to Forquet - the girls being seven at the time - they slowly grew apart and into individuals. Suzette took up to listening to music at all times of the day, singing along and dressing up like the singers on the posters littering her room; doubtlessly, she wanted to become a singer, a diva, and went against her father's expectations, doing exactly as she wanted. Guinevere, however, was the less outgoing of the two: although she had discovered the joys of dancing, she wanted her father to be proud of her, and stuck to studying while at home. However, dancing became like a drug for her: she wanted it more and more, and so, during middle school, she would pretend to be going to a study group while actually stealing away to a private dance studio to study dance, like her mother. By the time the girls were fifteen, Suzette was on the road, touring, with her first album out and two hit singles rocketing their way up the charts. Guinevere was busy studying both dance and medicine, with her father's eye focused intently on her now that her sister was no longer turning his hairs gray.
One night, however, just two weeks after the twin's had their sixteenth birthday, Robert Acelan was murdered. He had been attending a promotional gala in the inner city of Forquet when, while taking a call out on an empty balcony, he was killed. Apparently, his company had become corrupted, along with him as well, and had been manipulating the law division of Forquet, focusing primarily on extinguishing the gang activity in Forquet. The Dark Blood gang, it would turn out, would be the ones to take her father's life. From that day on, lost and wounded, Guinevere searched for a way to avenge her father and find the ones that killed him: she did so by joining V-13, although she carried on the charade of attending and graduating from high school, as it had been her father's wish to succeed in life.
Reputation - "Explained further in Talents."
Jenny looks up to Addie, being her superior and everything. She holds a high respect for the vivacious Healer, who is often thought of as her opposite in almost everything excluding the talent to tend to the wounded and ill. In fact, it was Addie that suggested that she become the healer-in-training after witnessing Jenny tend to a man who had suffered a knife wound after a fight. Jenny's a pretty new face in the V-13, and has only met Halloween a number of times. Another person that Jenny admires would be Kalani, who's infectious confidence leaves the younger member stammering half the time. Most of the time, Jenny's simply considered the little sister or baby of the gang, and she often gets teased to death and back for her 'goody-two-shoes' ways.
Weaknesses - Jenny refuses to handle weapons capable of killing instantaneously, primarily guns. If she sees an abandoned kitten, it's to be expected that she'll be taking it home with her right then and there - after a quick trip to the vet, of course. She might be paralyzed with fright if faced with the prospect of her or someone she cares for dying, unless someone kicks her rear into gear.
Additional Information - At the moment, she has three cats and a rat. Their names, respectively, are Lola, Quizzy, Oliver and Verti. -----[W]hat they don't know;;Theme Song -
Quotes - optional
By me - "W-What!?" "Oh... That stubborn fool! He needs more rest, but, no, he had to sneak out behind my back!" "Bandages! Where are the bandages!" "N-no! Please don't fight!"
For me - None.
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