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Vito Azzari
Spared
Running out of time and space, it won't be too long before it's all over for Vito. Defying the laws, he is hunted by the Changed and will face punishment by Marion should he show his face again. The Changed are closing in. Marion is set on making their payment. Vito is the sacrifice that fled from the altar and he's dying to have just one more day to live. Survive. That word has been etched into his skull for the past couple weeks he's been on the run. It's the last thing his brother told him before he was sent into the Zone. It was the last friendly word he heard while a hunting knife was secretly slipped inside his backpack. It's the only thing keeping him going. Survive. Fight. Live one more day. Praying no one finds him. Not humans. Not Changed. Nothing. No one. It was never his choice to end up like this; on the run for his life. But what say did he have. The lottery came around and he got picked. Vito and his brother were two of the few, the lucky; the Spared. When the Zap hit, they witnessed everyone around them changing. For some it was instant, for others it was slow. But everyone knows the gist of the stories. Adults died. Children tore each other to pieces. Through sheer luck and his older brother's determination, the two of them managed to escape the slaughter and live on their own. They adapted to a life on the run. They hunted, not just food but the Changed as well. They took shelter, they made fire, they learned how to doctor themselves. When they found Marion, they thought it was a blessing. But as of late, it has become an overhanging nightmare. Vito and his brother, Dino is his name, lied about their ages in case the people were afraid they might actually be changing. Vito is eighteen now, going on nineteen. The people thought he was closer to twenty-three. That's why they let his name be drawn. That's why they allowed him to be sent to the zone. Had they known he was younger, perhaps they would have changed their minds. After all, Spared are not to be picked. But they had to send someone and there weren't many people at the time. So Vito was sent out with a backpack. Dino saved him, as he always does. Offering a knife that has kept Vito alive all this time. He has flashed back to earlier years; the years of running and hunting and killing. He has reentered that mode, that constant mindset. Now alone he is completely fending for himself. He doesn't really know who he ought to fear more; Marion or the Changed. He's killed tons of the Changed, but never a normal, untainted human being. He is definitely the dictionary definition of courageous. He will face anything challenging and does not back down. Even in the face of all this that is happening to him, he manages to plunge through it. Many say he is fearless, but whether that’s true is considerably up for discussion. He prefers the term determined. H is determined to live because he fears for his life. It is the fear that drives him every day. Vito isn't usually the cold. He can be quite the fun loving type, easily making friends left and right under normal circumstances. He was never one to be negative, always the pessimist. He usually faces everything with a smile on his face, until battle erupts or a threat is near. Then he's all serious. Vito is quite a handsome young man with tanned skin, spiky black hair, and dark gray eyes. He is an incredible athlete, and quite sharp witted.
Spared
Running out of time and space, it won't be too long before it's all over for Vito. Defying the laws, he is hunted by the Changed and will face punishment by Marion should he show his face again. The Changed are closing in. Marion is set on making their payment. Vito is the sacrifice that fled from the altar and he's dying to have just one more day to live. Survive. That word has been etched into his skull for the past couple weeks he's been on the run. It's the last thing his brother told him before he was sent into the Zone. It was the last friendly word he heard while a hunting knife was secretly slipped inside his backpack. It's the only thing keeping him going. Survive. Fight. Live one more day. Praying no one finds him. Not humans. Not Changed. Nothing. No one. It was never his choice to end up like this; on the run for his life. But what say did he have. The lottery came around and he got picked. Vito and his brother were two of the few, the lucky; the Spared. When the Zap hit, they witnessed everyone around them changing. For some it was instant, for others it was slow. But everyone knows the gist of the stories. Adults died. Children tore each other to pieces. Through sheer luck and his older brother's determination, the two of them managed to escape the slaughter and live on their own. They adapted to a life on the run. They hunted, not just food but the Changed as well. They took shelter, they made fire, they learned how to doctor themselves. When they found Marion, they thought it was a blessing. But as of late, it has become an overhanging nightmare. Vito and his brother, Dino is his name, lied about their ages in case the people were afraid they might actually be changing. Vito is eighteen now, going on nineteen. The people thought he was closer to twenty-three. That's why they let his name be drawn. That's why they allowed him to be sent to the zone. Had they known he was younger, perhaps they would have changed their minds. After all, Spared are not to be picked. But they had to send someone and there weren't many people at the time. So Vito was sent out with a backpack. Dino saved him, as he always does. Offering a knife that has kept Vito alive all this time. He has flashed back to earlier years; the years of running and hunting and killing. He has reentered that mode, that constant mindset. Now alone he is completely fending for himself. He doesn't really know who he ought to fear more; Marion or the Changed. He's killed tons of the Changed, but never a normal, untainted human being. He is definitely the dictionary definition of courageous. He will face anything challenging and does not back down. Even in the face of all this that is happening to him, he manages to plunge through it. Many say he is fearless, but whether that’s true is considerably up for discussion. He prefers the term determined. H is determined to live because he fears for his life. It is the fear that drives him every day. Vito isn't usually the cold. He can be quite the fun loving type, easily making friends left and right under normal circumstances. He was never one to be negative, always the pessimist. He usually faces everything with a smile on his face, until battle erupts or a threat is near. Then he's all serious. Vito is quite a handsome young man with tanned skin, spiky black hair, and dark gray eyes. He is an incredible athlete, and quite sharp witted.
▄▀▄ Aldobrandino "Dino" Azzari ▄▀▄
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Aldobrandino "Dino" Azzari
Blacksmith
Aldobrandino Azzari; more commonly called "Dino" (pronounced like dee-no). For years he has lived off of lying, deceiving, and following his instincts. Age twenty-one, but to the locals he's twenty-five, he has seen a lot of the effects of the Zap. Up close. Personal. It took his parents, his friends. Everyone he cared for either died, Changed, or was torn apart. The only person it didn't take from him was his little brother Vito. They spent many years running, hiding, just trying to stay alive. Unlike Vito, Dino has killed people before. Normal people. The ones who have remained unnafected. He had to do it to survive. He had to compromise everything just to keep the two of them breathing another day. He seems completely devoid of regrets of his past actions as he knows it was him or them. And he chose himself. He always prided himself on his instinct. Always doing the right thing, making the right choice, able to think quickly on his feet and adapt to the situation. But he will never live down his greatest mistake. Marion. He thought the place was a haven. A sanctuary. No. They took his brother and cast him back out into that unforgiving world. Dino broke the law. He gave his brother a hunting knife. Ordered his brother to survive. He knows his brother is still out there, obeying his order and staying alive. If Vito was dead, he would feel it in his heart. He knows this more than anything. The two have always been close, joined by a bond stronger than brotherhood. Dino plans on joining him one day, once he's sure they'll be safe and no one will go after them. He'd rather away to the harsh and demented world of monster and fear than remain in a closed prison of liars. The people aren't all bad 24/7. They do what they do because it will keep the majority alive. The sacrifice of one for the sake of many. Sure, it seems right in the long run. But Dino knows it wasn't right. Hadn't Vito been running enough? Hadn't the two of them suffered enough? Why couldn't someone else take their place? Vito wasn't even under the law when he was chosen. Dino considers the act unforgivable and refuses to change his mind. Once he's ready, he will vanish. In the meantime, he will do his duty, smile, and pretend everything is fine. That everything is perfect and that he doesn't care. He's pretty good at what he does anyway. Creating. Ranked as a Merchant's Assistant, he is the village Blacksmith. He makes things from metal and repairs equipment, weapons, and other things. He's very good with his hands, and his powerful muscles make many arduous tasks easy. He seems to put everything into his work, hardly ever letting up. When his brother was around, he used to be a bit more lax, but now he seems to take his work too seriously. It keeps his mind off things, they say. Really? He's preapring. Making plans. He doesn't wish harm on the village. He's not about to do anything reckless or foolish. He just plans to leave. Dino looks like his brother in some ways. Spiky black hair, piercing gray eyes, though more icy. And his skin is fairer than his brothers. He's more built up in muscle, not as lean as Vito. He's very calculative, and one can never really know what he's thinking.
Blacksmith
Aldobrandino Azzari; more commonly called "Dino" (pronounced like dee-no). For years he has lived off of lying, deceiving, and following his instincts. Age twenty-one, but to the locals he's twenty-five, he has seen a lot of the effects of the Zap. Up close. Personal. It took his parents, his friends. Everyone he cared for either died, Changed, or was torn apart. The only person it didn't take from him was his little brother Vito. They spent many years running, hiding, just trying to stay alive. Unlike Vito, Dino has killed people before. Normal people. The ones who have remained unnafected. He had to do it to survive. He had to compromise everything just to keep the two of them breathing another day. He seems completely devoid of regrets of his past actions as he knows it was him or them. And he chose himself. He always prided himself on his instinct. Always doing the right thing, making the right choice, able to think quickly on his feet and adapt to the situation. But he will never live down his greatest mistake. Marion. He thought the place was a haven. A sanctuary. No. They took his brother and cast him back out into that unforgiving world. Dino broke the law. He gave his brother a hunting knife. Ordered his brother to survive. He knows his brother is still out there, obeying his order and staying alive. If Vito was dead, he would feel it in his heart. He knows this more than anything. The two have always been close, joined by a bond stronger than brotherhood. Dino plans on joining him one day, once he's sure they'll be safe and no one will go after them. He'd rather away to the harsh and demented world of monster and fear than remain in a closed prison of liars. The people aren't all bad 24/7. They do what they do because it will keep the majority alive. The sacrifice of one for the sake of many. Sure, it seems right in the long run. But Dino knows it wasn't right. Hadn't Vito been running enough? Hadn't the two of them suffered enough? Why couldn't someone else take their place? Vito wasn't even under the law when he was chosen. Dino considers the act unforgivable and refuses to change his mind. Once he's ready, he will vanish. In the meantime, he will do his duty, smile, and pretend everything is fine. That everything is perfect and that he doesn't care. He's pretty good at what he does anyway. Creating. Ranked as a Merchant's Assistant, he is the village Blacksmith. He makes things from metal and repairs equipment, weapons, and other things. He's very good with his hands, and his powerful muscles make many arduous tasks easy. He seems to put everything into his work, hardly ever letting up. When his brother was around, he used to be a bit more lax, but now he seems to take his work too seriously. It keeps his mind off things, they say. Really? He's preapring. Making plans. He doesn't wish harm on the village. He's not about to do anything reckless or foolish. He just plans to leave. Dino looks like his brother in some ways. Spiky black hair, piercing gray eyes, though more icy. And his skin is fairer than his brothers. He's more built up in muscle, not as lean as Vito. He's very calculative, and one can never really know what he's thinking.
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▄▀▄ Caine Grave ▄▀▄
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Caine. That is his name. It wasn't always his name or maybe it always was, no one will really ever know unless they bother to ask and unless he actually has a mind to tell them. He doesn't talk much of his life before the Zap, in fact he doesn't really talk at all. You can't tell from first glance, but he was badly injured by... something. Bombs. Belive it or not, it was bombs One went off in his neighborhood and as a result, he now bears a hideous scar from the back of his neck and down his entire back, reaching to his shoulders and wrapping around towards his stomach. It's a strange scar of a crisscrossing pattern, not easily created or healed. He is only sixteen, seemingly too young to bear such a scar or such pain from it, but he does, and he does so silently. He never complains, never speaks up for himself. He stays quiet and out of sight. Some call him shy or timid, but he's not, not really. Ask him to throw himself out on the battlefield and he will do so gladly and with much passion and zeal for the fight, spurred on by his adrenalin and his much suppressed emotion. He's not emo or anything, he just has a hard time expressing and explaining himself. He does so mainly through his artwork and his poetry. Yes, he's an artist of sorts. He always carries a backpack with him and besides the necessities for survival, he always has his various scraps of paper and notebooks and his moderate sized sketchbook stashed inside. He is always scrounging around for pencils and paper, since most of it burned away with the bombs. He was always a studious person, so he often enough fishes books out of the rubble and reads them before hiding them away. He doesn't like seeing people use books to fuel fires, but he knows that they do what they must to survive. Caine is somewhat of an outcast, even among rogues. He knows he's a shifter despite that he can't shift whatsoever. He just has a feeling that he can, a feeling he can't describe, just as he can't really describe anything else. Whenever he tries to shift, he says his scar burns him, and that is why he can't. It's not that his scar is the link to his shifting, he believes that he was too badly damaged to be able to shift anymore, but he tries sometimes nonetheless. He says he shifted before, but he never remembers those moments. He only knew he had shifted because someone told him, but those people died before they could tell him what it was he shifted into. Caine doesn't seem to have very good memory besides that. He doesn't even remember his name really, that's why he always says, "You can call me Caine, or anything else you'd prefer." Most people call him Caine, but there are plenty of others who call him other things. He doesn't look like much of a fighter, more or less like a pretty boy with his jet black hair and his icy blue eyes. But never underestimate his skill. He is extremely resourceful, and being an artist and a dreamer, he has invented his own fighting styles and his own weapons. His most preferred weapon and fighting style, well... you'll just have to wait and see.
▄▀▄ Shia Acre ▄▀▄
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▄▀▄ Insidious Adair ▄▀▄
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Galahad Jumari - "Cheshire"
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Galahad Jumari "Cheshire"
Alpha Male of Rive
19
The Rive's tyrranical and sadistic leader, Cheshire. Outward appearances be damned, he's not some nice, clean cut young man. He's twisted through and through. He likes his meat raw and wriggling and his women pretty much the same. He does as he pleases and says what he thinks. He demands the utmost respect from all his members, even though, at times, it can be hard to show him any. He's ruthless. He's smart. He's surprisingly strong with high reflexes. He can appear a little lean and maybe even wimpy in some respects, but don't drop your guard or he will drop you. His more sadistic side comes out when he's in one of his moods, fondly described as "playful moods". He teaches lessons to those who oppose him or make mistakes, and he teaches the sorts of lessons that they won't forget. Some look up to him, some despise him. Doesn't matter. They're stuck on the island with him. God, if that doesn't scare you, it should. Ceshire. Sly, crafty, strategic. His wide, malicious grin can't even reveal all the darkness festering inside him, a darkness he happily feeds. He's all evil and no remorse. He will rarely feel apologetic for his actions. The only thing that he seems to care about is the well being of his pack, only when it suits him though. He's a swinging pendulum of emotions, thoughts, feelings. He's unpredictable, uncanny, and unrelenting. Who knwso what he was like before he changed, and none care to speculate. It's what's in the present that matters now, and boy is it fucked up.
Alpha Male of Rive
19
The Rive's tyrranical and sadistic leader, Cheshire. Outward appearances be damned, he's not some nice, clean cut young man. He's twisted through and through. He likes his meat raw and wriggling and his women pretty much the same. He does as he pleases and says what he thinks. He demands the utmost respect from all his members, even though, at times, it can be hard to show him any. He's ruthless. He's smart. He's surprisingly strong with high reflexes. He can appear a little lean and maybe even wimpy in some respects, but don't drop your guard or he will drop you. His more sadistic side comes out when he's in one of his moods, fondly described as "playful moods". He teaches lessons to those who oppose him or make mistakes, and he teaches the sorts of lessons that they won't forget. Some look up to him, some despise him. Doesn't matter. They're stuck on the island with him. God, if that doesn't scare you, it should. Ceshire. Sly, crafty, strategic. His wide, malicious grin can't even reveal all the darkness festering inside him, a darkness he happily feeds. He's all evil and no remorse. He will rarely feel apologetic for his actions. The only thing that he seems to care about is the well being of his pack, only when it suits him though. He's a swinging pendulum of emotions, thoughts, feelings. He's unpredictable, uncanny, and unrelenting. Who knwso what he was like before he changed, and none care to speculate. It's what's in the present that matters now, and boy is it fucked up.
Eriacu St. Cerveaux "Lust"
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lust and greed are half-brothers, same mom, different father
Lust is the embodiment of Lust. The unofficial leader of the Seven Sins, he
Lust is the embodiment of Lust. The unofficial leader of the Seven Sins, he
"Wrath"
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Malachi Blackstock "Pride"
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Malachi Blackstock
Pride
Changed
Rogue
Pride
Changed
Rogue
Mateuz Najacht "Gluttony"
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Mateuz Najacht
Greed
Changed
Rogue
Greed
Changed
Rogue
Natine Moriarty "Greed"
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Aro Lieutenant "Envy"
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"Sloth"
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was deemed worthy to join the pack
he seems lazy, but he just likes to sleep
he is very indifferent to those around him
if others try to force him to do things, he will tear them apart
he seems lazy, but he just likes to sleep
he is very indifferent to those around him
if others try to force him to do things, he will tear them apart
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