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Name: Xanthe Noiren (Zan -thay Nor –en)
Appearance: She has straight black hair reaching the small of her back. It has a slight blue undertone and a single white streak on the left side. She almost always keeps it tied in a messy side bun. Her eyes are intense and piercing when they look at you. It’s almost as if she can see into your soul. They’re olive green with flecks of yellow and silver. As far as her build, she’s about 5’ 8” and slim. She has a slight hourglass figure. Her skin is extremely fair, almost a ghostly white. It really sets off her hair, eyes, and full lips. She has a double piercing on her right earlobe, which contains two black studs. She also has a wraparound, silver dragon reaching just below the tip of her ear. She has a tattoo of a raven holding a bloody dagger on her forearm, and a barcode tattooed on the opposite wrist. She hides it with bandages and/or long fingerless gloves. She has a long, thin scar reaching from the nape of her neck to around the small of her back. She wears a ¾ sleeve black dress that comes down to the middle of her shins. The bottom is tattered and uneven. If she’s not wearing that, she wears faded, distressed jeans and a grey tank top. She always wears dog tags with her number on them. Her number is 0000719.
Personality: Can be moody and dark. She’s quiet and mistrustful, almost comparable to poison because she destroys her enemies slowly. Sometimes without them even noticing. She is extremely intelligent and has good common sense, but is easily irritated and embarrassed if someone outwits or defeats her. She’s prideful, mildly arrogant, and very coldhearted to those who don’t know her. It can be difficult to get through her walls, and as a result, there has been only one person she opened up to. And that person betrayed her. She doesn’t always get sarcasm and takes things too seriously at times. She’s very observant, analyzes everything and stores it away in her memory. She seems very aloof and distant. The institution files deem her as mentally insane.
Bio: She was institutionalized at a young age by the only person she ever trusted. It was one of the more hardcore undercover facilities; the ones that don’t even bother plastering the word ‘patient’ on its prisoners. She underwent numerous experiments and operations. As a result, her body is extremely weak. Her power is fairly strong, however, and she killed many at the institution (both intentionally and indirectly). She doesn’t trust the REN, but they have not touched her so she has no intentions of leaving.
Any ability/skill or species, if it applies: Xanthe’s powers are undefined, for the most part. She has a telepathic-like power and uses it to destroy people from the inside. She can cause people to acquire mental instability and hallucinate. Many take to self-destruction, believing their bodies to be turning on them. She can make people think that they are in pain and make them relive memories in excruciating detail. She doesn’t hold back when she uses her power, and she doesn’t care what happens to her victims. Some go into a coma.
((So are the numbers for the REN prisoners? If so then Sabien is 0006791 and Zak is 0703013.))
Name: Jason Faradei
Appearance: Jason had a buzz cut, but it has grown to the point where it partially covers his eyes. His hair is very dark brown. His skin is slightly tan, free of scars but bears a single tattoo on his palm to show his section in the military. He is around 5’ 9” and has a lean, muscular build. He is extremely agile and quick on his feet. His eyes are a light, airy blue color but they fade to a pale silver when he uses his ability. Also, when using his ability, his veins become visible and create a blue pattern on his skin. The electricity flows through his veins like it would a telephone wire. He carries around a long metal staff to aid his powers. He wears standard, khaki military cargo pants, combat boots, a black tank top, and a long trench-coat like military jacket. He has dog tags, as well.
Personality: Jason is completely dedicated to the military. He does whatever is necessary to ensure his country’s protection and is extremely loyal to his fellow soldiers. If you are not one of those soldiers, however, don’t expect any good morals from him. Those who are not of his country are his enemies, and his enemies are treated brutally. He is a well-practiced liar and can easily control and fake his emotions as well as alter his personality. Only those closest to him know his true nature. He is one of those who will blindly follow orders given to him, no matter what it entails. He would die if they told him to. But when he’s on his own, he uses quick judgment and thinks everything through when possible. He is a meticulous planner when on his own. He seems to be laid back even when he is on edge. Can be sarcastic and is extremely proud of his country.
Bio: He joined the war effort at a very young age by convincing everyone that he was his older brother, who had in fact died along with his parents in an attack on Navienda by Chaos. He harbors ill feelings to all people of both the other countries, but mostly to Chaos. His loyalty and skill aided him and he was eventually promoted to Caption of his unit. Still, no one knows that he isn’t his brother, Benjamin, except for the REN. He shows no outward opinion of the REN and the prison, but has not tried to escape or otherwise harm any of its members.
Any ability/skill or species, if it applies: Jason has the ability to control electricity and lightening, as well as create it. He uses his staff as a conductor to obtain better accuracy than randomly letting lightening into the air. He has the power to kill, but also the power to save. He can administer controlled electric shocks to restart a person’s heart, and it’s possible the process will be done automatically should his own heart stop. He isn’t completely sure, but it is his only theory as to why he survived Chaos’ attack.
(( The number was relative to the institution she was in. It's the number on her bar code and how they identified her. ))
(((Ahh OK, well as a guard Sabien would have dog tags, and we'll say the number above is like his seriel number or something. And Zak wouldn't have a number. You want to create another character or can we start now?))
(( nope, I'm good with 2 characters to start. So, whenever you're ready. ))
((I'm ready, you can do the first post.))
Xanthe moved out of the shadowed alley into the light. She had been exploring every inch of this place since they first brought her here, and rather than risk any of the buildings being inhabited, she took to sleeping in the alleyways and occasionally basements. She hadn’t seen a soul since the beginning, which was four days ago. Maybe they lied, and I am alone in this place…I guess it means less people to waste time watching.
Jason dashed through the eastern area of the city. The REN had piqued his interest, which was why he had allowed himself to be taken, but he was starting to get over that interest. There was nothing, and no one, everywhere he’d looked. They said there would be others. More ‘special’ people. Whatever that meant. They were probably a bunch of liars working with Chaos to take everyone down. Get the high-ranking officers out of the way, yet keep them alive for entertainment and bragging rights. Pathetic.
Zak knelt in the upper story of an old building that resembled a three story shack. The outside of her building was beat up, the inside was worse, the floor's sagging the staors only half useful and the other half death trap. That's what she liked. She'd hear anyone who'd try and come up the stairs. She peered out of the window, pushing the raggedy curtain aside a to look out. She'd been here for about a month and had neer seen another person. Though Zak wasn't exactly purposefully going out to look for people. She remained kneeling by the window put the let the curtain fall back into place. Zak had been thinking, she still wasn't sure what she was here, or what the REN was. She wanted to figure it out, but couldn't, she'd been trying the whole time she'd ben here!
Sabien walked quickly through the alleys of the east part of town. His hands were shoved in his pockets and he was looking around, he'd caught glimpses of people here a fe wtimes, but the glimpses were so fleeting he wans't sure if he'd imagined it. Sabien didn't actually mind being alone, he wasn't sure why REN had placed him here, but at least with no one around there wasn't any chance of him having one of his...episodes so to speak.
As she walked out into the open, Xanthe noticed movement in the corner of her eye. She tensed up instantly. It was a curtain. There was no breeze in this underground labyrinth, so that meant it was either an animal or a person. She wasn’t alone. Should I disappear, or investigate? I would like to know what threats are present…but do I risk them realizing my presence? She tucked a loose strand of white hair behind her ear. If it came to it, she would just kill the thing. It was that simple. She entered the building through the first floor window.
Jason rounded a corner as he reached top speed. Then, he stopped as abruptly as he possibly could. Another person. An enemy. He doesn’t look like a Naviendan. He looks like…Xperime. Yeah, that’s it. Jason straightened and eyed the new person intently. He shouldn’t kill until he knows what’s going on. This person might know more about the REN.
Zak heard a noise down stairs, she swallowed and looked around the dinghy upstairs loft. There ha dto be somewher eto hide. She moved across the room and opened a door into a tiny room that used to be a bathroom. The marble tub, toilet, and sink were chipped and rust stained, the floor, which were tile was tile was stained and splotched with age. She shut the door softly, the room went dark, she didn't dare try to turn the light on, it probably wouldn't work anyway. She wished the tub had a curtain, but it didn't, there were signs where the curtain had been ripped away for soem reason. Zak pressed her wall against the back wall adn faced the door, her hands and finger shaking at her side.
Sabien saw a man, probably a bit olde rthan he with dark brown hair brushing his ears. He had airy silver colored eyes. Sabien crossed his eyes and spread his legs slightly so the were shoulder width apart. He glared at the man, wondering who this guy was, was he with the REN? Did he know what the REN actually were? He frowned and continued toe glare, stayng quiet adn impassive.
Xanthe looked around the ruined building cautiously. She wasn't stupid enough to advance up the stairs without surveying the lower levels. That's how you get cornered and captured, or killed. Of course, the floors were actively warning of any movement. She heard the footsteps upstairs. She knew she was dealing with a person now. "I know you're here," she said quietly, taking the steps two at a time.
Jason watched the other man carefully, taking note of his unkept hair and impassive stance. Of course, it was strange to take note of the man's hair. It's not like his own was faring so well, at this point. He eyed the enemy from head to toe. He wasn't one of the REN. You could see the same wariness in his eyes. Jason widened his stance. "Are there any more of you?" He said commandingly.
Zak heard the stairs creaking, she took a few step to the bathroom door and tried the lock, it broken, of course. She then back up again, pressing her back to the wall. Her eyes flicked about the small dark room, wishing she could see a weapon. The person was climbing the stair fast, maybe she should go to the top of the stairs and se whoever was coming up, and maybe she could get in a good kick and shove them down teh stairs. No she wouldn't do that, and risk being pulled down the stairs? But it was the only way, she'd be cuaght and cornered her. Zak stared into the blackness of the darkened bathroom, trying to decide what to do.
Sabien didn't like this guy, he as too commanding, probably a military sort though so Sabien couldn't exactly blame him. He listened to the guys question and thought about lying, but then again he had no reason to lie, what could this guy do to him?
"No." Sabien said, he trie dto see if anyone was behind the man, but couldn't tell people could be hiding in the building for all he knew,
"Anyone with you?" he asked his voice cold, calm, and yet dangerous, like it was when he was commanding his guard squad or when he was dealing with rowdy patients.
Xanthe stopped to survey the second floor before continuing on to the third. Now knowing that she would encounter the person, she strode up the stairs at a slower pace. She could sense a hint of fear. That was never good. You corner an afraid person and they become unpredictable. She hated that. So, her only course of action was to calm the person down...be it by their will or hers. She'll try the prior option first. "Hello? Did...did the REN take you, too?" She said, keeping her voice calm and innocent. "Please, is anyone there?"
Jason relaxed his muscles slightly. The man didn't seem to be lying. At least, his body language doesn't seem to indicate it. "No. I have seen no others," he took a second to scan the area and look for any movement to indicate another's presence. Nothing. "Much like yourself, it seems." Jason mounted his staff on his back and shoved his hands into the pockets. If he could show the enemy that he was not a threat, then he could potentially get the other man to relax and spill what he knows. Though, it seemed they were both equally in the dark. He couldn't take the chance, though.
Zak stayed quiet from where she was, she heard a girl's voice call out. She sounded gentle and innocent, but Zak wasn't taking the chance, her muscles tensed, though her fingers were twitching adn trembling. Please, go away! she thought, she didn't want to deal with people, people were hurtful, angry, and untrustworthy. She waited, knowing her hiding place would be discovered soon, ready to launch into a fight if nessicary. Zak stayed perfectly quiet, the situation reminding her of when she wa slittle and would hide in the kitchen cabinets, or in a closet from her parents, they always found her though.
Sabien relaxed his stance slightly to show he wans't going to attack. This guy was probably some sort of element controller, he looked like a Navienda, so this guy probably was very intelligent, maybe not the best at hand to hand combat though. Sabien wasn't going to risk fighting thhouugh, he didn't want to accidently shift, plus this guy might be powerful. He was still studying the man as he thought,
"I'm Sabien." he said, a name was a good thing to start with he guessed., he needed to gain this guy's trust, at least enough to see if the guy had anymore information about the REN and their purpose here.
Xanthe shook her head. Nothing. She was probably going to have to do it the hard way. Well, it would be hard to not cause any permanent damage; it wouldn't be hard to enter the other person's mind. She sighed inwardly. Was this worth the energy? "I'm up the stairs now, and I'm going to start looking around." She said gently. She hoped keeping the other informed of her position, would lower the chance of hostility if they're cornered. She moved loudly through the room, ready to use her ability should it come to that.
Jason was somewhat amused. Exchanging names seemed too normal a thing in this circumstance. Especially considering that had this been any other place, he would've just killed the outsider instantly. Well, as soon as his nationality was confirmed. "I'm Benj--" he cleared his throat. "Jason. I'm Jason." It wasn't any use using that other name. The REN already knew his identity, and should they inform Sabien of it after he stated his name as Benjamin, it would crush any false trust created between them. "Captain of the 3rd Unit in the Navienda lightening division." He saluted out of pure habit and perhaps pride. "Honor to meet you, sir."
Even though neither were in uniform, and they were both from different countries and services Sabien snapped to attention and saluted Jason out of habit too,
"Honor's all mine, sir." he said like he was supposed to, "And it's Sergeant." he added Ex-Sergeant, but whatever, that's irrelevent. He thought. As an 'enlisted' gaurd he didn't go by sir, he went by his ranks, sir adn ma'am were reserved for officers, which wa slike it was in the military too. He then held his hand out, hoping that Jason knew what in his cuntry was called the 'man's handshake' or teh soldier's handsahek'. Which was basiclly a fore-arm grasp.
Zak heard someone moving loudly around in the room outside of the bathroom. Either this person didn't know how to be stealthy, or didn't want to be stealthy. She still didn't move, maybe teh person would give before she found her, maybe she would just go away. That didn't have a high chance of happening though, whoever this person was wouldn't have climbed thos erickety, potentionally deadly stairs fro nothing.