Humans
Mimi Richards
Username: Mymiq
Character Name: Mimi Richards
Age: Eighteen
Race:Human
Affiliation: Outside forces
Weapons/Abilities: Everything taught to her in her military training, including use of firearms, hand to hand combat, stealth techniques, first-aid and explosives. She has a small array of firearms that she keeps (illegally obtained), but on her person she only carries her M9 and a standard issue hunting knife.
Weaknesses: She’s a hot-head, and that can lead to a lot of bad situations for her when she should have just kept her mouth shut. She’s not the biggest or the strongest, although she can certainly scrap with the best of them; her size can hinder her at times. She’s not the best at problem solving or negotiations (in fact, she’s downright lousy). She’s also a bit oblivious when it comes to computers and the advanced technology.
Personality: Sarcastic, short-tempered and sometimes downright bitchy, Mimi is certainly unforgettable, if not somewhat unpleasant. She’s honest to a fault in most situations (most people would call it blunt or rude; she just says things the way that she sees them), but she can lie with the best of them when she wants to. She’s not the friendliest girl, and she doesn’t try and impress anyone. However, in spite of all this, she has redeeming qualities. She’s hard-working and determined, the sort of person who’d be more willing to lose a limb than quit out on a goal, and her military training molded her to become level-headed and slow to panic. When it comes to those she’s come to care for, she’s undyingly loyal, believing strongly in the expression “Never leave a man behind”. She tries hard to act the part of the tough one, preferring not to show when she’s upset or afraid; inside, however, she often has doubts and misleadings. She revels in combat, feeling that it’s what she was born for.
If you’re able to get close to her, a slightly different person surfaces. She’s a bit of an adrenaline junky, loving things like street-running and skydiving. She smokes, does pot, and will occasionally drink. She can be noisy and boisterous when she’s having a good time, and although she sometimes loves crowds, normally she’d rather just go a little bit crazy with a few people she knows well. She’s a bit of a tomboy (blame the army).
History: Mimi was born to a military father and a stay-at-home mother. Her mom was French, and her father was an American, a sergeant in the U.S. Marines. She was always especially close to her father, who raised her to know how to fight and be strong, and taught her how to use a sidearm at eleven. She loved this lifestyle, and as soon as she turned sixteen, she joined the Armed Forces. She stayed for a year and a half, and then was discharged. She has yet to tell anyone why.
During this year, she spent most of her time away from her family. Her mother left while her father was overseas, and disappeared with some strange man from Florida; Mimi never heard from her again. Her father was killed not long afterwards during his service. Since then, Mimi’s been living life day-by day, taking jobs where she could and trying to make a living for herself. Most of her money she’s obtained through illegal channels; mostly, this came in the form of being a collector for large drug rings. Almost all of it is commission type work; she does the job, she makes money. That’s why she’s currently stationed inside of the city. She was hired by the guard troop thanks to her military history, and is supposed to be gathering information on the rumored underground uprising.
Appearance: Mimi doesn’t look too far off from your average eighteen-year-old girl. She stands at a slightly short 5'3" tall, and weighs in an 115 lbs. Her skin is of the sort that only has colour because she spends a lot of time outside, and even then, is slightly pale. Underneath you can tell that if she got a little bit less sun, she’d be white. Her body is toned, with a faint definition to her muscles (but not too much), a side-effect of her rigid lifestyle. Her hair is a dark blonde, almost dark enough to be considered brown, and sort of lacks a style, falling in choppy, messy layers down to just above her shoulders. The bangs fringe just above her eyes, and are equally choppy. Her eyes are a grey-ish blue, and hold a seriousness about them that sets her apart from her peers; she’s seen and done things that most of them don’t even think of. Her clothes are scrappy, consisting of a grey, worn-out sleeveless top, and a pair of well-fitting beige cargo pants that are buckled with a leather belt around her hips. Many pockets and small, zippered pouches adorn these pants, as well as a thick chain that hangs from her belt on one side. On her feet, she wears her old combat boots (she never bothered returning them when she got discharged). A tattoo that reads, “In Nomeni Patri :: Et Fili :: Spiritus Sancti” runs down her left arm in a fine black script, and both of her ears are pierced. The right one has five small hoops, all black, three near the top and two at the bottom. Her left ear has three hoops, two at the top, and one at the bottom. She wears a pair of tough, black, fingerless gloves on her hands.
Gerik Vosseler
Username: Miru Gai - The Rising Sun
Character Name: Dr. Gerik "Dr. G" Vosseler, M.D, BMBS
Age: 61
Race: Human with some slight prosthetic alterations
Affiliation: Civilian surgeon, teacher (employed by the government/opposing force)
Weapons/Abilities: Specializes in trauma surgery and plastic surgery (mostly microsurgery, though he has done aesthetic work). Vast knowledge of anatomy, medicine, and nutrition. Trained as a boxer in his free time (has a mean right hook) when he was younger.
Weaknesses: As an older human, he is not as agile and swift as he was in his youth.
Personality: "Dr. G" is a brilliant, learned, and eccentric individual. He is also a friendly individual, never seeming to anger those he meets. Under his thick mustache there always seems to be a warm and gentle smile. He takes his Hippocratic Oath very seriously, though, and helps anyone who comes to him as all life is sacred and worth saving. Gerik also adores the new creatures that were created and, in his younger days, wanted to show his support by making himself more like them (his ears and prosthetic tail) which made him look like a loony in the field of medicine. All comments about such things fly over his head.
History: Dr. G was raised by parents who were artists. It was a life full of love even when the going got tough for the family. He was taught the values he holds dear today. Life is sacred and worth living, saving, and preserving. He was a brilliant student and received scholarships for degrees in science. With those degrees he went towards working for his medical degrees under the tutelage of a few of the most influential surgeons and doctors of his day. At the age of 34 in the year of 2010 he became the head surgeon for a major trauma center in North America and an adjunct faculty member of a university teaching advanced anatomy classes.
An organization sought him out to become one of the doctors on hand for the new biologically engineered species that were being successfully made. He was enthralled with these marvels of life and gladly agreed. There, he worked to ensure that these creatures stayed healthy for years and teaching these anthros subjects on medicine. This is the time where he, in his spare time, began to add on cosmetic additions to himself. His elongated, almost troll-like ears were easy to add on by himself (numbing shots, a mirror, a few tools, and artificial cartilage). The tail was more involved but through the advancements in surgical procedures it is a fully operational tail (he paid a team of his trusted colleagues to do this). It was a way to show that he appreciated the anthros and it was, in his words, "something I wanted to do, just like how people want tattoos". This earned him some flak from the medical community, which he ignores.
Now with the mandated new living arrangements for the anthros, he works as a sort of family medicine practitioner in a small clinic within one of those cities; he can no longer do many trauma surgeries due to him being "just a little too tired nowadays".
Appearance: 6'1 (has a slight posture problem, making him always look like he is leaning forward and examining whatever he is looking at). 170 pounds, slightly muscular. Light brown hair with some gray throughout (including his ears and the tuft on his tail). Light brown handlebar mustache and goatee. Wears glasses. (TekTek will help here:
)Anthros
Jack Timmins
Username: Erurainon the Ronyo
Character Name: Jack Timmins
Age: 23
Race: Anthro
Breed: Wolf
Affiliation: Furry Resistance
Weapons/Abilities: Very basic firearms and hand-to-hand combat training received from the underground training camps hidden around the city, he also plays shooting arcade games fanatically to improve his aim. He also has high levels of stamina and strength due to his genetics, and can easily outpace normal Humans. He carries a looted 9mm pistol, and has an AK-47 stashed in his house, along with random grenades and other explosives.
Weaknesses: He lacks the discipline that trained soldiers have, leading to him disobeying orders and acting on his own in many instances, coupled with his limited exposure to deadly situations, it makes him a very impulsive fighter, allowing for stupid mistakes.
Personality: Jack's impulsive nature is not only seen in battle or in the simulations he's been placed in, he is quick to make assumptions about people, most of which seem to be either wrong or the complete opposite of what he originally thought. Besides that setback, Jack is a very friendly person, and is fanatically loyal to those he befriends and works under. This has lead to many situations where he has sent people to the hospital after they mistreated his friends, the Resistance has warned him to stop the fights, or he'll be cut loose.
Jack's role as a Resistance member, along with his overzealous drive to fight the Human oppressors has let his personal life receive little attention, and he is occasionally plagued with small bouts of depression when he's alone. But this is generally hard to notice, since he is very good at hiding sadness, and he simply drinks to overcome it when it gets particularly rough.
History: Jack's parents were part of the groups of original anthro's, and thus could be considered Human's by birth-right. However they never agreed with the Governments handling on the issue of how Anthro's should be treated, and from the moment Jack was born, he was constantly reminded how they were wrongfully mistreated, though his parents made sure to teach him the difference between Humans who had wronged them, and Humans who were innocent.
Two years ago, Jack's parents took part in an attack on a government building, and were killed during the attack, leaving Jack to live and learn on his own. Since then Jack has gotten used to operating on his own devices and terms, and finds it hard to bend to the formal rules that are placed on normal society.
Appearance: Jack has the kind of body you'd picture a wolf to have, just above average furry height, standing at 5"9', 10 inches if you count his ears, with a short tail going about 1"3'. He has toned muscles, though compared to some other breeds, he's nowhere near as strong. He's covered in thick grey fur, with finer, lighter fur covering his frontal torso, along with his hands and feet, and the tips of his ears and tail. His eyes are a light brown, giving him an almost playful look at times. His snout is a little smaller then other wolves, but still contains the sharp teeth that could cut through a person's skin without effort. He wears loose-fitting black trousers, they used to belong to his father, and are made from tough synthetic fibers. On his feet he wears specially made boots to fit the shape of his clawed feet, their made from brown leather and have a strap around the top, though only the bottom of the boots can be seen. He wears a simple dark green shirt along with it, hiding the bullet-proof jacket underneath it. On his right shoulder his fur has been coated with a growth-stopping paint, with a picture of a fanged mouth, showing he belongs to the resistance.
Marc Ethence
Username: Taiyo Tora
Character Name: Marc Ethence
Age: 29
Race: Antro
Breed: Tiger
Affiliation: Resistance
Weapons/Abilities: When fighting, Marc uses what 'nature' or rather, the scientists gave him, the claws and muscle on his body, rough skin and strong grip. Throughout his life he has worked close with the scientist analysing him and he's learnt what metal he can break and has worked to beat many things, the scientist just seeing it as another barrier to break, they never realised how literally he wanted to break the barriers.
In working with the scientist, he came in touch with the defence and weaponry specialists who found that he couldn't hold a gun because he was too strong, and that their amour was not flexible enough to match his abilities, increased speed and agility, centre of balance unmatchable by humans, grace and accuracy increased were such things. Now he has armour made of a compound between D30 and MR fluid. Flexible and bullet proof he has been sent through all the military trainings possible, including close combat and surviving without weapons in a real battlefield. His desire to be free countered by his desire to learn.
Weaknesses: From a young age, no matter how angry and insane he got, a quite tickle on his neck caused him to be as docile as a lap-cat, he hated it, and gained a nickname for it, one day in the defence labs he created a collar that anyone reaching for his neck would be shocked by a electrical current strong enough to knock them out. He on the other hand, would not be affected.
Another weakness is the cold, he has spent all his life constantly active and working out, his heart is naturally fast and his body temperature way above average of anyone else, anthro or human. If his body temperature gets below a certain point he will pass out and/or die, so everything he has it always piping hot.
Personality: Marc is generally of the view that other people get in his way, and as he has spent time working as a soldier, most other people are either at his level, better or expendable, he rarely meets anything other than the latter and doesn't want to have to give people the chance to prove that they are better. Sometimes he has a bit of a soft spot for certain people and will make conversation if the need arises, but he will spend most of his time alone.
History: Marc was given too much Tiger DNA, he became much more tiger than human, with only the speech, brain and bipedal effect to represent his humanity. He could quite easily be at home in the wild, with real tigers as his instincts kick in quite easily. He is a constant test subject for the scientists as they did not mean to give him so much DNA.
Appearance: Marc is about 6ft 4 tall, broad shouldered and heavy. There is no fat on him, only pure muscle as he works out every single day, and takes a run through the streets of the bubble cities before breakfast and again before bed. His eyes are an ice blue that shine from within with a hidden light. He has the normal stripes of a tiger, and then some extra ones that he added on himself because he could. He has a thick metallic collar around his neck and greyed green fingerless gloves with mechanical bindings on his wrists that he never seems to take off. Matte black colour on his back, containing MR liquid and greyed green D30 zip up on the front of his torso is his generic work shirt. A simple battery charger that runs all of the machines he wears is strapped to his waist and he has extra clip ons for his gloves that stretch down to his elbows. On his legs he has simple camo combat trousers, baggy but lined with kevlar.
Lear Hurst
Username: Umbra Angelus
Character Name: Lear Hurst
Age: 19
Race: Anthro
Breed: Tundra Wolf
Affiliation: Civilian
Weapons/Abilities: 2 Titanium Daggers and a bow with a quiver full of Titanium broad head Arrows, excels at understand subtle human and anthro body language and tones of voice to due psychologist training. Lear also has a "forked tongue" and can easily deceive others and get information out of people.
Weaknesses: Lear is easily emotionally hurt after what happened to his lover and breaks down for a short while before regaining the will to continue. Lear is also easily enraged, dark personality only, which causes him to lack in some judgment and be very vicious, this is also caused when witnessing one of his friends being harmed in anyway.
His is not very physically strong and greatly hates the hot, and can barely function in heat. Sometimes his 2 personalities get into conflict with each other about random issues.
Personality: Lear has a split personality split personality due to storing away his anger, pain, and hate since a pup.
There is a lighter bubbly side where Lear is very happy and carefree, but can be serious when need be. Light side Lear thinks things through very thoroughly and almost never acts without assessing the situation at first, and always tries to avoid conflict if possible.
Then there is the darker side of him who is much more aggressive but not mean.Dark side Lear is fiercer and is more assertive and impulsive.Dark side Lear tells it like it is without sugar coating things and isn't very tolerant of people who don't try or don't stand up for their believes.
Both sides share a very intellectual mind, and also the same devotion to friends and family, Lear could never put any of them in danger or stand watching them be harmed in anyways. Also Lear is very devout to their morals and beliefs and would never betray them.
History: Lear was born into a typical anthro wolf family before the move into the bubbles. Shortly after moving into the bubble when the furry resistance formed his father joined up but was taken away and never seen again after his first mission.
His mother remarried to a large gray wolf who didn't care for Lear that much and always picked on him and hated him because he was gay. Lear hated this wolf who always made fun of and talked ill about his father. Finally one day after turning 18 Lear snapped back at the wolf ripping him to shreds not with claws but with words, making the wolf have a serious break down only to retaliate with rage and attacked Lear almost killing him before his mother intervened. Lear left the house the next day taking his few belongings and his the two things that remained of his father, 2 spare titanium daggers and a typical bow with a quiver full of titanium broad head arrows.
After months of searching for a place to live and a job, Lear finally found a break as an assistant to a bat psychologist where he also honed his natural talents to read others. It was talking with this bat he met a female wolf/human hybrid hybrid, similar to a neko wolf ears and tail human body, and after meeting with her and talking with her multiple times they fell in love, even though Lear was gay.
Lear and the neko, Jen, hung out more and Lear learned of Jen's dangerous adventures outside the bubble. With her human body she would wear a hat and hide her tail in her pants down her leg and would venture out into the human world with a tourist group and visit her human family and then return with the next tourist group. During these time periods Lear would worry greatly for her safety and would recall what had happened to his father and worried it would happen the same to her.
On day his fears had come true, she had gone out with the beginning of the month group but never came back after two weeks, then four weeks past and Jen never came. Then after 6 weeks after returning from working a late night he found a note stuffed under his door. The note had an article clipping from a newspaper with a picture of a wolf/human hybrid with only wolf ears and tail laying face down on the ground with a pool of blood around her. Instantly tears pooled his eyes and blurred his vision, for the outside world had taken another person he loved. The article stated that she was brutally beaten by a group of human youth late at night after she had tripped and her hat came tumbling off revealing her ears. No repercussions befell the humans but Jen was instead blamed for "venturing out of the safety of her rightful place." After reading this Lear could no longer hold the pain, hate, and anger he had held inside from his you and it was released and mixed with his aggressive and impulsive side, creating a second personality.
Appearance: Lear is a slender, small framed, and some what muscular pure black tundra wolf that is about 5"9' and weighs around 120 lbs. His chest is a darker shade of black than the rest of his body. He has deep blue eyes, that he is told remind people of the ocean. His tail is scruffy and typically looks unkempt and is a nice 1"2'. He typically wears a black spiked collar around his neck and a cloth wristband with chains in an x patter around the outside of it. He typically wears dark and slightly baggy jeans with dark gray or black form fitting shirts.
Ayden Stewarts
Username: Watermelon Tequila
Character Name: Ayden Stewarts
Age: Sixteen
Race: Anthro
Breed: Bat
Affiliation: Civilian
Weapons/Abilities: Nothing special, really. He's pretty much just an average fur; if anything, his abilities when it comes to fighting are lacking.
Weaknesses: As stated above, Ayden is by no means an adequate fighter; in fact, quite the opposite. He's lucky if he can run away quickly enough to avoid a beating. He's shy around people he doesn't know, and this has resulted in him not having a very large group of friends. However, the friends he does have, he's quite close with. Unfortunately, since his relocation to a different city, he hasn't been in touch with any of them much.
Personality: Shy and easily flustered, Ayden has always been more of a follower than a leader. He's quite happy following instructions and not having anyone to order around; he feels very out of place when he's put in a position of authority. He's frightened easily, and has a difficult time dealing with very stressful situations, as they tend to make him panicky. In spite of all this, he's rather friendly to those people he knows, and he does his best to be polite and courteous to everyone he meets. His parents raised him that way. This of course includes the humans; his parents never hated them, and always disagreed with what the resistance stood for; like them, he would love nothing more than for everyone to be able to live together happily.
He loves writing and music, and spends a lot of time inside his own head, thinking and daydreaming. He's not normally one to speak his mind too much, especially when it comes to opposing someone, but he does when he feels it's important enough.
History: Ayden was raised in a happy household, born a furry, his parents both fruit bats like he is. He was never too troubled or involved in the issues of the Resistance, and the political worries of the humans in the outside world. He grew up wanting no part of the conflict; as far as he could see, there was no reason why the two races shouldn't be able to get along just fine. However, it was clear that no matter what he thought, things would inevitably continue the way they had been going, and so he lived his life by learning to keep quiet about such things and simply go about his business.
He first grew up in a smaller city, set aside for anthros like himself. He was never incredibly popular, but he had a group of good, close friends, and that was good enough for him. However, once he was moved to this larger city, he found he was having a more difficult time. At sixteen, he no longer lived with his parents (they were older, and had chosen to stay back in the smaller area), and he found himself for the first time needing to adjust to a new area completely on his own. In this new city, turmoil over the conflict was much greater. The tension in the streets was far more obvious, and reports on the news of new strikes by the Resistance, and counter-strikes by the human militia, were appearing daily. He made the mistake once of voicing his opinion that humans and anthros ought to just get along; a nearby group of extremists supporting the Resistance proceeded to follow him on his way home, and show him (rather painfully) exactly what they thought of his opinion.
Since then, he's mostly just kept to himself. He's aspiring to become a writer one day, but for now, he just works in a small coffee shop.
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