Have you ever had those times where you need to refer someone to one of your characters and how mighty they are? Where you reference something in your character's backstory, and somebody doesn't get it and it would take forever to explain it? Or you just want to impromptu battle someone and don't want to completely write out every little detail for them as a base rule? Perhaps you just want to reference something written down just in case you forget a minute detail?

It does not matter the reason! This thread exists for all of the aforementioned reasons and whatever else you could need it for.

Maybe I should explain some more. This thread is for posting character sheets of any OCs you have used or want to use for roleplays, and you want to compile them all into a single place. Procedure is pretty simple. Write or copy/paste a character sheet of a character you have already made from your head and post it.

I suppose one could talk about other's characters here as well. Just general talk, compliments and constructive criticism only. Maybe make some suggestions, or you have a character idea that you can't fulfill but someone else might. Everything roleplay character, all the time, is the motto of the First International Roleplay Character Bank.

There is no particular sheet that I have for you to fill out. Just put down whatever you think the essentials are.

As an example, I'll put down my strongest character here.

Name: Neena Mors
Age: Hundreds of Years Old if we're being technical.
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Bitter, impatient, quick to temper, slightly cruel, good intentioned, fearless, cautious, confident, intelligent, holds grudges, sarcastic, caustic
Bio: this'll be lengthy. Don't put yourself through it if you're a casual.

Neena started life in a small village. She was born during a time when tensions leading up to the Keyblade War were just starting to become a problem. She grew up leading a regular life, not particularly affected by the War that had recently began. One day, a small patrol of Dark wielders came to the carefree village, and burned it all down, killed everybody. Neena escaped the massacre by being hidden in the cellar by her parents. There were no other survivors. After several long hours, she peeked out from her hiding spot, and became traumatized almost immediately. So many dead, nothing left. She caught sight of the few keybladers who had committed the crime. They were leaving, and as they did so, laughed and joked. At that moment, Neena's fate was sealed. She became enveloped in the flames of vengeance. She found a nearby village, and lived there. While she grew up, she trained relentlessly. She adapted her body and attitude to that of an assassin. And she joined in the Keyblade War, joining a little faction named the Decolor, whose goal was to kill all the Keybladers. She easily became the top operative, assassinating several hundred keybladers. Over the course of the war, she welcomed light into her abilities, and conquered the merciless embodiment of her light and darkness that had taken over her body as Neana by sealing them away into a pendant that still allowed her her powers.

Eventually, the war ended, and the Decolor became criminals, persecuted and on the run. Neena could not let up, constantly running from the law, until she received an invitation. An invitation to join the Omniverse Tournament. A Tournament for the best warriors from all across the multiverse. The prize was one wish. She joined, and throughout the course of the tournament, fought valiantly against several powerful warriors, including a few keybladers and the hero of a Keyblade War from another world. This hero taught her many things, including the value of care, and helped her to get over her hatred for Keyblade wielders. Also, through those trials, she gained a brand new power that gives her strength. After the tournament, which she won after a lot of hard fights, she got her wish. She wished that she could return to her home and not be hounded by the law again. She got her wish. She was returned to her home that had become the Keyblade Graveyard, and fell into a magical sleep. She was not bothered again.

Several hundred years later, she awoke, dazed and confused. A young man with silver hair and yellow eyes found her, and took her in, protecting her with a huge silver keyblade. Over time she learned his name Xehanort, but to call him Terry. It comforted him to some degree. The two of them fell in love, and ended up getting married and having a child, named Lyon. It seemed that they were going to live a happy and peaceful life, not going to be bothered by anything. One day, Terry left for work, saying he had something special to clean up. As soon as he had left, Neena and Lyon were ambushed by a few other people. Out of practice and without her weapon, Neena quickly fell to the mysterious men. She fell into another long sleep like state. She awoke several years later, with the world fallen to darkness. She sought out her husband and daughter and found them both, one fighting for light, and the other completely possessed by the darkness. She broke Terry out of his stupor, and they all fought, defeating Xehanort and the rest of his thirteen darknesses. The reunited family won, but Terry was forced to give up his heart and body in order to kill Xehanort once and for all. Neena got her heart stolen while she fought to keep Terry in the light because of her using her most powerful form, Twilight Form.

So, Terry was gone forever, and Neena was divided into three parts, scattered throughout the universe. Lyon led a safe life, but never forgot her parents sacrifices. Later, Neena's will was reawoken through some force, and finding her lacking both heart and body, sought out her nobody and heartless. She had lost all of her light and darkness when the split occurred, leaving her extremely weak. So, her will was forced to take on a new kind of power. Her light and darkness lost to her Nobody and Heartless respectively, she hunted other warriors, who held great power granted to them from magickal artifacts. She used only her physical skill, speed, and strength, to find and defeat these mighty warriors, and claim from them the magickal artifact that gave them their power. With her power increased, she began to seek out her Heartless and Nobody. All three perished in the battle, synthesizing once more, Neena.

However, instead of Neena being reborn as a whole person where she had died, her new whole body was taken to an arena, with an omnipotent being known as the Watcher in charge.

To be continued when The Amnesia Games RP is complete.

Weapons:
An Obsidian Ninjato
A Bow of blackwood with an enchanted quiver that never runs out of arrows
Magickal Artifacts:
Spellblade: An enchanted broadsword that can take on the power of spells and add them to it's own strength
Ichaival: A bow with extraordinary precision and the power to identify an opponent's weaknesses
Aredbhair: A spear that gifts the user extreme grace and aerial finesse, allowing for air combat to become a possibility
Carnwennan: A dagger that enhances the users speed and grants the user invisibility
Parashu: A battleaxe with extraordinary weight and gives the user extreme strength and manipulation over the earth
Ring of Dispel: A ring that can counter any spell and protect temporarily against physical attacks
Crescent Rose: A six foot scythe that absorbs hits and increases strength accordingly
Caduceus: A thin short rod that gives the user mastery over elemental magic

Abilities: Her abilities consist generally of a few forms that she can switch in and out of at will, that very her performance and appearance

Neutral Form: Neena's regular form, that she is normally in. In it, she has the capabilities of a Kingdom Hearts warrior trained to the fullest potential, focused on speed and acrobatics. She wields her bow and ninjato generally, occasionally switching to her artifacts. She can wield both light and dark magic in this form, but neither are boosted or negated.

Dark Form: Neena's form when she embraces the darkness. Her appearance changes slightly, her hair becoming longer and darker, and she wears a short black dress with lace trim. Her skin pales and her eyes turn yellow. Dark magic becomes much more powerful, but she cannot use light magic. Neena becomes much faster, but she loses a lot of strength and defense. She can only use the artifacts Ichaival, Aredbhair, Carnwennan, and Caduceus.

Light Form: Neena's form when she channels the light. Her appearance changes more dramatically, her hair becoming blonde and her skin becoming tanned, sun kissed, and her eyes are blue. She is encased in a suit of golden armor. Her ninjato changes to a golden broadsword, and her bow to a yellow wood crossbow. Light magic becomes much more powerful, but dark magic is completely negated. She becomes a bit slower, but with a boost in defense and strength. She can only use the artifacts Spellblade, Parashu, the Ring of Dispel, and Crescent Rose.

Will Form: Neena's form when she had lost her body and heart. Her hair turns white and becomes shorter. Her skin is sky blue and she is clothed in a white unitard. In this form she receives no boosts, and can use neither dark nor light magic. However, she can use all eight artifacts, not to mention able to use two at once, and they are all boosted, becoming stronger in whatever power they grant.

Twilight Form: Neena's ultimate form used only in desperation since it requires a lot of concentration. She is encased in a suit of black light armor, her skin pales matching her blonde hair. One eye turns yellow while the other becomes blue. Light and Dark magic becomes much more powerful, she becomes faster, stronger, better in every way short of beauty (not that she needs it). She can use all of her artifacts, and they become boosted in their potency and power.


There you go, Neena Mors in all of her glory. And she can only become more powerful.

Come at me Derik

 

Edited September 21, 201510 yr by Disgust

Psh planning. Improvisation is how a real warrior does it. All or nothing, with no back-up plan going into it.

How'D that plan work out for ya?

Wonderfully.

Psh planning. Improvisation is how a real warrior does it. All or nothing, with no back-up plan going into it.

The ol' Joseph Joestar approach.

 

Well, at least you don't have any wedding rings of death to worry about. 

Game of Thrones hype

 

Arya Stark

 

 

"You are a lady of House Stark."
"Yes mother."
"I will continue to say this until you get it."
"Yes mother."
"Are you even listening to me at this point?"
"Yes mother."
Arya's mother threw her hands up in frustration. She knew when she had lost. Arya was staring out the window, watching the goings-on of Winterfell. Stable boys groomed horses, a blacksmith hammered away, and some servants bringing in fresh vegetables to the kitchens. Arya always loved watching the hustle bustle of the outside world, compared to the endless lessons and boring lectures she was subjected to as a princess. Of course, she was lucky. Hundreds of girls, including the ones she was watching now, doing the laundry, would kill for her life. But for Arya, it always felt... suffocating. The youngest daughter of the Starks finally realized that her mother's lecture had abruptly ended. She turned from her perch, and discovered Lady Catelyn had vanished from her room. Arya thought back to the most recent words that her mother had said. They didn't seem like the type to end a scolding with. Arya remembered what she had done to deserve this particular scolding. 

It was going to be an adventure. A glimpse into the outside world. An attempt to be who she wanted to be, more than she wanted anything else in the world. In the weeks prior, she had prepared for this expedition. Arya had commanded a servant boy around her size to lend her some clothing. She had stolen a dagger, as well as several loaves of bread. Lots of planning had gone into this plan. And it was all lined up perfectly. Her brothers and father were all out hunting, her sister and mother were distracted with the tailor. An opportunity like this would not be seen again any time soon. So she chopped off her hair, her infuriatingly cute brown locks, dressed in the boy's clothing, packed her stuff, and rushed down the stairs and into the main area of Winterfell. Where she was promptly caught by Septa Mordane. Evidently, the old gods did not have her back on this one. 

Arya returned to her window perch, climbing up and into the sill now. She began to settle back into her people watching routine when she heard a few sharp knocks on her open door. Arya quickly glanced to the doorway, and smiled widely when she saw her father there. Then her expression turned to a frown when she spotted the grim one he was sporting. He moved over to her, and lightly brushed her short, boyish hair with his tough, leathery hands. 

"I always loved your hair. It reminded me of Lyanna."

Arya shut her eyes. Her father always knew the perfect words to say to get what he wanted from his children. Her father moved over to her bed, and sat, looking at Arya. He wanted a confession out of her. And Arya couldn't resist giving it to him. 
"Father, I just wanted to see what life was like as a boy! How different it was, how much better it was to this cramped and dull lifestyle that these fancy ladies are contained to!" 
"And so you chose to put your life at risk?" 
Arya shut her eyes again, put her face between her knees. Silence passed between the two for a few moments. For Arya, it felt like hours. Her beloved father scolding her was a sharp contrast to when her mother did so. With him, every word felt so much more poignant. Finally, he spoke again. 
"Arya, let's make a deal."
The princess' face immediately moved from the hidden position so that she could look at Lord Eddard. Her father didn't just make deals and not keep them. Her eyes lit up with imagination, wondering what the possibilities could be. 
"Ok." 
"You will obey your mother, your brother, and I when it comes to all things of import. You will keep up with your studies with Maester Luwin and Septa Mordane. You will do everything that is proper for a young lady to do when in the public eye and in important company." 
Arya continued to watch her father's every movement, hanging on every syllable. She desperately wanted for him to get to the point already. These requirements were going to be annoying to fulfill, so hopefully it would be worth it. 
"And in return, I will allow you to train with Bran in sword, bow, and horsemanship, until such time that Robb marries you to a suitable match." 
Arya shot to her feet, and practically flew into her father's arms. This was everything she ever wanted! She nearly began sobbing with joy. 
"Oh father! Yes! Yes! I will do it all if I get the chance to train to fight! I will always obey you when it comes to big deals." 

Overview
General Personality
-tomboyish 
-stubborn 
-willful 
-does not forget wrongs 
-adaptable 
-fiery and passionate 

General Appearance
Often mocked for her boyish appearance due to her skinny frame and long face. Her brown hair is frequently unkempt and her hands and skin are often dirty after a long day. Her grey eyes and grim expression showcase her Stark lineage in a harsh comparison to her Tully sister, Sansa. Despite her small body, she is athletic and in better shape than many others her age. Her pronounced eyebrows seem to be in an expression of constant challenge, daring others around her. She tends to wear her hair back in braids or a ponytail, only giving in to fancier styles when forced to. Though she is not strictly ugly, she is nothing special, and could easily be mistaken for a boy. 

Miscellaneous
-In order to signify her training, her father gave her a gift of a sword. A slender, light blade, akin to a rapier. She affectionately named it Needle.
-She has an ongoing "rivalry" with her sister Sansa, who is her opposite in almost all senses and traits.
-Arya adores the warrior queen Nymeria, revering her as her primary role model.
-She hates politics and all speak of it. Once somebody begins to talk about it, her mind immediately wanders elsewhere.
-The princess of the North secretly hopes that she could perhaps one day become a knight instead of marrying some noble she's never met.
-Arya enjoys interacting with smallfolk far more than any noble she has ever met, especially ones her age.

-A favorite nickname of the servant boys of Winterfell is "Horseface", regarding her rather plain and boyish appearance.

 

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Giotto

 

 

Roleplay Origins: Partners in Crime!
Status: Alive
Name: Giotto Rubocrasia
Species: Human Mutant
Appearance: Bright red spiky hair, pale skin and stunning sky-blue eyes. He is covered in fading scars all over his back, arms and legs.
Gender: Male
Powers: Electricity and Technology manipulation
Bio: The son of an heir to a security company from the Gold Layer and a woman from the depths of the Bronze Layer, Giotto was born into a life of luxury that many can only dream about. From birth he was loved by both his parents, and gifted with anything and everything he needed. However they were only happy for a while. When Giotto was around six years of age, his mother died in a tragic accident after she tried to save a child from getting run over, getting hit by the car instead and dying on impact. Giotto's father was heartbroken, and went through an extreme phase of grief at the loss of his wife. Eventually that grief slowly turned to anger, and his anger was soon focused on the struggling percent of the population: the mutants. With crime involving mutants increasing, he took up the personal goal to protect the city from any danger, and getting rid of the mutants. He soon became the owner of his own security company and the chief of the city's security and police, using all of his power to try and create a safe city for the citizens, and for his one and only son, Giotto. Fate would not be as kind, as his anger soon became almost uncontrollable, turning Giotto's father to harshly punish Giotto for any simple fault that he saw was unproper or flaw. To make it worse: Giotto was a mutant. Finding his powers just about two years after his mother's death, he has kept it secret from his father in fear what he might do to him, how he would react to the fact that his only son was a mutant that he hated so much. Giotto had grown to be sheltered from the world, being home schooled by the best tutors and only going out when it was with his father. It wasn't until he met Jesse, a boy from the Bronze Layer, when he saved Giotto at a party from a group of thugs, that Giotto's eyes and mind opened to a whole new world out there. The two of them had been friends then, and have been through a lot, Giotto growing to learn more of the city around him along with Jesse. However the more they grow, the more they realize that the city is much more dangerous that they realized.
Themesong:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umVl0Mb7CsU

 

 

 

Grim

 

Roleplay Origins: Joy and Cheer
Status: "Alive"
Name: Grim
Species: Personification Being (Specifically: The Grim Reaper)
Appearance: Fairly built, young man, with skin so pale it is compared to that of a cold corpse. He has long black hair which he ties in a braid that reaches down to his ankles. He usually wears a black hoodie, jeans, sneakers and a handmade scarf. He always carries a scythe that is multi functional.
Gender: Male
Powers: He is responsible for helping the dead pass onto the after life, and seperate them by categories and so on. He can talk to the dead. He can absorb and give life to small beings, limiting to small pants and rodents. He can sense disturbances among souls (such as when they get corrupted). He can see a clock among every living being, and due to it he knows how much time each one has left to live. He can also sense the death of every being, however he is only required to attend to the souls that have died unexpectedly.
Weapons: Scythe
Bio: Son of Death, and the personification of that who comes to take the souls away. While Death watches over the souls in the afterlife as a whole, Grim is responsible to guide them, keep track of them, and help them find their way. If any souls are stuck because of attachment, he will try to help them deattach in order to get them to move on. He has grown among souls and the rest of the personifications and holiday spirits, working with them to keep the world from falling apart. His best friend is the personification of the Day of the Dead (Known as Miguel), as he has to allow spirits come and go for the Holiday. The two are very close friends.

 

 

 

Sila Fester

 

 

Roleplay Origins: Athánatos: City of Corruption

Full Name: Silas Fester
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Side (either Esper or beast): Beast
(For beasts only) Species: Werewolf
(For Espers only) Ability:
Appearance:

 

Human:

Werewolf:

 

 

Occupation(s): Mechanic
Siblings (If any): Three younger sisters
Hobbies: Hunting, parkour practice and running around the outskirts in search of a possible way out
Strengths: Due to his job, he knows a lot about machinery. He is physically strong even in his human form, has night vision, and has an enhanced sense of smell and hearing.
Weaknesses: SILVER. Silver burns him at touch. His enhanced senses can cause him problems (loud noises and scents affect him much more than it does to people with regular hearing and smell). He can't swim. He doesn't back down from a fight, which ends up getting him hurt badly most of the time. He cannot hold hid transformation in a full moon.
Character Background: There is a saying among the werewolf kind that says that one can only choose to live one life; as people or as wolves. For Silas, the choice has always been clear that he wanted to be free to live as a wolf. In a city where his kind is mistreated, Silas isn't afraid to show what he is, and isn't afraid to defend his pride as a werewolf against anyone who tries to push him down. Working as a mechanic to pay ends meet, his free time is usually spent running around in the woods of the city's outskirts, and patroling the city in his werewolf form. He is the leader of a small werewolf pack made up of different werewolves from across the city who share the desire to escape the city.
Personality: He is usually a very friendly person, always willing to help out. He loves to joke and is a free spirit who has a special hatred against the Goverment, he likes to watch over the people of the city, and willing to get into some trouble in order to save anyone who might need the help. However when angered, he can become bloodthirsty and uncontrollably violent.
Wants: Freedom from the city to be able to live in the wilds of the world.
Problems: He has a hard time controlling his beastly instincts. When he falls into his instincts, his adrenaline will rush and will lead him to lose control of actions, which can prove dangerous. He already has some record with the police due to this.

 

 

Onyx Pitch-Black

 

 

Roleplay Origins: RWBY Dusk RP

Name: Onyx Pitch-Black
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Weapon: Doppelganger. It's original shape is in the form of a rather large, expandable battle axe. With his Semblance, Onyx is able to warp the shape of his weapon to shape it into whatever he needs, whether it be a sword, dual blades, axe, or anything else provided that the metal at hand is enough to make it.
Semblance: Metal Manipulation. With his aura, he is able to manipulate any metal get gets his hands on, shaping them to fit his needs. It is not with its limitations, as it is heavily dependent on the metal at hand, and like most metals, his Semblance would be useless if his metal melts, freezes or rusts.
Color Theme: Black and Orange
Appearance: Onyx has light russet, reddish-brown skin, a toned figure, jet black hair slicked back with a spiky shape, and sharp, bright orange eyes. His attire consists of an orange T-shirt, a black leather jacket, black pants with a prominent orange belt, black boots, orange finger-less gloves that cover his thumbs, light metal arm protectors strapped on his forearms, a large belt that crosses his chest and back to hold his battle axe against his back. As a Deer Faunus, he has two prominent brown antlers over his head, twisting backwards before pointing upwards. He also wears a somewhat worn gray scarf that he is fond of.
Personality: Onyx is a very energetic and outgoing person that is always happy to make friends wherever he goes. Always positive and happy-going, he is sometimes a little bit too loud or overbearing, causing some to become overwhelmed or annoyed by his presence. However his happiness and confidence is a facade in order to hide his insecurities and overall low self-esteem. He feels personally sensitive about his antlers.
Bio: One time, some place in Mistral, in its many locations where the Black Market thrived, an upper-class woman ventured into the darkness of it out of curiosity. There, inside a cage, wearing nothing but shorts and covered in scars and dirt, she found Onyx, who merely five years of age, chained by the neck and wrists to the heavy cage he sat in. Her heart tugged, to think that the depravity of the black market would go as far as to sell children. In a moment of pity and kindness, she bought Onyx, and brought him with her to her home where she raised him as her own in the riches of the high class of Mistral. Even as he lived and was raised in the best that Mistral had to offer, his origins became a topic of scandal and rumor, making him an outcast in his own city. He suffered through constant bullying, always coming home with either a bruise or tears in his eyes. Despite this his mother comforted him, and with her love, he managed to grow up to a strong young man, educated in the arts along with many other subjects, and eventually decided he wanted to become a Hunter. When it came time for him to attend the school, however, he begged for his mother to send him to one of the Academies outside of Mistral, somewhere where his origins would not matter and would not interfere with his training as a Hunter. His mother agreed, deciding that he would be sent to Beacon. He is on his way, and he is ready to make a name for himself.
Battle Theme:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7J4YTEeM4aA

Favorite Character: Weiss Schnee

Extra info:

• He is skilled in playing the Violin, the Piano, and the Flute.
• His scarf was a departing gift from his mother before leaving for Beacon.
• He can definitely be considered a Momma's Boy, as she is the only family he has besides his mother's father.
• Despite being spoiled by his mother, he has maintained a very content and simple lifestyle outside of his home.
• His mother is a music composer and conductor for plays and movies. Her father, and Onyx's grandfather, is one of the councilmen of Mistral's council.

 

 

 

Quinirus

 

 

Pokemon Trainer

Name: Quirinus
Age: 18
Team/Occupation: Team Yami Leader
Appearance:

Personality: Arrogant, cunning, charismatic, domineering, unstable and deceitful. However has a very, very soft spot for pokemon, especially his own.

Bio: Quirinus never had good luck in life. His parents were adventurers and explorers, making a living by doing reports on places and ancient ruins. One day they went out, and never came back. With no one else to take care of him, he was sent to an orphanage where he was constantly bullied by the other kids, and never seemed to fit in. Over a year passed, and children went and came, and yet he always remained, adults not even batting an eye to him. One night, walking back to the horrid orphanage he hated to call home, he encountered Mimikyu among the trash of an alleyway. He fed the pokemon, and the two made an instant connection, taking the little Mimikyu with him. As he grew, Quinirus became more and more volatile, anger and rage venting up inside of him against the world around him that had thrown him into the shadows to be forgotten. He began by doing charity work, helping those in need, and soon preaching of his philosophy of how the world had wronged them, and that they couldn't hide any longer. Soon hundreds of followers, believing in his words, relating to him, became loyal to his cause, and soon, it all evolved into an organization, hiding in the shadows and recruiting those who felt like them into their team, or those who simply wanted power and decided to join. Now, with their numbers high, they have emerged, and are ready to take over the region. No one else will treat them like that anymore. They will no longer hide in the shadows. The region will feel what they felt, and will realize what a monster they had created. Whether they liked it or not.  
Pokémon Team:
Chandelure (Bacchus)(Male)

Move set:
Flamethrower
Dark Pulse
Flame Burst
Double Team

 

Mimikyu (Ceres)(Female)

Move set:
Shadow Claw

Toxic

Dark Pulse

Shadow Ball

Possible Z Move: Never-Ending Nightmare
 

Parasect (Vulcan)(Male)

Move set:
X-Scissor
Energy Ball
Solar Beam
Fury Cutter
 

Toxicroak (Pales)(Male)

Move set:
Venoshock
Poison Jab
Brick Break
Sludge Bomb
 

Noivern (Minerva)(Female)

Move set:
Dragon Pulse
Air Cutter
Steel Wing
Focus Blast

 

Alolan Marowak (Lares)(Male)

Move set:
Flamethrower

Stone Edge

Sandstorm

Brickbreak

Extra info:

• He has a silver tongue. He has used it in the pass to get out of trouble, and has used it to convince all of these people to follow along is lead. If you aren't careful, he might end up lowering your guard, and stab you in the back.
• He suffers from Asthma. Ceres helps him find his inhaler whenever he gets his attacks.
• He carries a respirator mask to wear in places where he can get easily sick (moldy places, in sandstorms, so on.)
• All his pokemon were rescued in one way or another.

 

 

 

Hanna

 

 

Roleplay Origins: Melanophobia

Full name: ISA F4585-8452-793
Pronunciation: N/A
Nickname(s) or Alias: Hanna (most common), Cop Droid, Model ISA F
Gender: Female
Species (Android or human.): Android
Age: Estimated age of 21
Birthday: N/A
Sexuality: N/A
Languages spoken: Russian, English, Spanish, Italian, among many others due to her programming.
Native language: Russian
Relationship Status: There is no space for love. Only justice.
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Personality: Hanna is a dutiful and cheerful police droid that did duties ranging from traffic control to murder investigations. She rarely has any gray area when it comes to what is right or wrong, and won't stand idle while a crime of any kind passes in front of her. She will come to aid of those in need of help even if it means to endanger herself to do so. She is what can be considered Lawful Neutral. 
Likes:

• Desserts/Sweets
• Cute animals
• JUSTICE
• Solving cases
• Helping people

Dislikes:

• Evil doers
• Anyone who breaks the law in general
• Killers
• Kyle Oliver/Nero Angelo

Fears/phobias:

• Getting hacked into
• Dismantlement
• Shutting down
• Being forced to do against her programming
• Becoming the 'bad guy'

Hobbies:

• Jogging
• Playing the piano
• Yoga

Talents/skills:

• Is equipped with standard police gear including pistols
• Stronger and faster than humans
• Able to speak multiple languages
• Access to the Criminal Database

BACKSTORY: A police droid designed to aid with the human police force with jobs ranging from traffic control to investigations. The moment the explosion occurred she followed given orders of trying to contain and quarantine those infected. However soon it became too much to handle, and the orders stopped coming. Now she just roams in order to keep any other among the sane within the twisted and dangerous place they all call home. She is also currently on the trail of the assassin for hire, Nero Angelo, who she desires to stop and make him pay for his crimes.

 

 

Icarus

 

 

Roleplay Origins: Melanophobia
Full name: IMA F3585-8753-437
Pronunciation: N/A
Nickname(s) or Alias: Icarus (mainly), IMA F Model, War Droid, Babysitter
Gender: Male
Species (Android or human.): Android
Age: Physically estimated to be around 21 years old.
Birthday: [CLASSIFIED INFORMATION]
Sexuality: N/A
Languages spoken: English, Spanish, German, Italian, among many others due to her programming.
Native language: German
Relationship Status: N/A
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Personality: Icarus i a matter of factually to a fault, and won't hesitate to say what he thinks outloud if he sees it fit. As a machine designed for the battlefield he will analyze and come up with the best situations possible before acting upon it. He is very patient, but will not hesitate to kill off anything he considers a threat, whether it be animal or man, sane or insane.

However he does have a soft side for small children and animals (which he considers "innocent to a fault"), especially for the child he protects, to which he makes sure he is healthy, comforts him, helps him sleep, and cares of as if he were his own. He deeply respects this child, and will consult him through any choices he makes, but will also follow his orders if teh child seems determined enough.

When he is with the child personally or alone, he is shown to act more human than he lets on, adapting and learning from the child itself. He can be considered True Neutral.
Likes:

• Animals (Especially cute ones)
• TV Dramas
• Seeing Ezekiel happy

Dislikes:

• Seeing Ezekiel sad
• Evil in general
• The infected
• Anyone who might hurt Ezekiel

Fears/phobias:

• That Ezekiel will die/get hurt under his watch/that he won't be able to protect him
• Becoming unusable
• Losing control of himself and his actions

Hobbies:

• Cooking
• Gardening
• Reading
• Knitting

Talents/skills:

• Advanced Intelligence
• Connected to any usable internet
• Fluent in many languages
• Equipped with military combat programing and weaponry
• Equipped with a vital scanner allowing him to check the overall state of a person or droid

BACKSTORY: Icarus was a unique android designed originally for military purposes. However a rather wealthy family managed to buy him right out of the assembly line thanks to a few pulled strings, bring him all the way over to the island, where he was presented as a gift to their only child, Ezekiel. He became Ezekiel's friend and personal bodyguard, given the name Icarus after the story of the boy who got too close to the sun. He went with him everywhere from school to the park, reassuring his parents that nothing would happen to their only child.

When the explosion and leak occurred, it was no mystery to Icarus who quickly learned about it through the web while he played with the child. The father who worked at building managed to escape the explosion, but the moment he entered the home Icarus could tell his vitals were abnormal and that time would be running short. He waited and prepared, making sure to keep Ezekiel away from his father until one day it happened. The father snapped, murdering and infecting the mother before running to reach Ezekiel, to which Icarus didn't hesitate to kill off. He continued to travel by Ezekiel's side, willing to accomplish the only mission he was ever given: Protect him at all cost.

 

Ezekiel

 

 

Roleplay Origins: Melanophobia
Full name: Ezekiel Hamilton
Pronunciation: Eh-z-ih-k-EE-l
Nickname(s) or Alias: Ezzy (Mainly by Icarus)
Gender: Male
Species (Android or human.): Human
Age: 13
Birthday: 25th of October of ****
Sexuality: N/A
Languages spoken: English and a bit of German
Native language: English
Relationship Status: N/A
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

Personality: Childish and naive, he thinks he can solve most things like how heroes solve it in movies without thinking of the consequences. He is easily startled and scared, and is still somewhat spoiled and used to the comforts that he used to have, easily getting annoyed and demanding things that are barely possible when he's in a bad mood. The reality of the situation has yet to slowly smack him in the face just yet.
Likes:

• TV
• Video Games
• Youtube
• Playing with Icarus

Dislikes:

• Getting dirty/Dirty things
• Infected
• Being told what to do directly/Being bossed around
• Being yelled at
• Being reminded of his parents
• Someone bossing Icarus that isn't him
• Medicine

Fears/phobias:

• Death
• Infected
• Spiders
• Getting sick
• Losing Icarus

Hobbies:

• Knitting (Taught it to Icarus)
• Napping
• Climbing
• Playing

Talents/skills:

• He knits very well. Has knitted a whole blanket before.
• Is rather agile and can climb up a tree or building easily if given enough encouragement
• Is tiny and fits in lots of spaces
• Commands Icarus

BACKSTORY: Only son of a very wealthy and prominent family, he was given Icarus as a present to keep him company and protect him from any danger. He quickly became attached to Icarus, treating him more like a big brother than an android. When the whole mess started, it was Icarus who has kept him safe from harm. He is the only one in the world he trusts...and maybe the only one in the world who has the patience to handle him. Without Icarus, he is lost.

 

 

Edited June 1, 20178 yr by Stardustblade358