Kit Apparently
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Name: Veritas (Tas) Liess
Age: 50 App: 16
Race: Genetically engineered wolf/ human hybrid with demon problems
Class (whatever you think goes here): Mercenary/Thief
Appearance: Medium length wild black hair that makes her ears barely noticeable, a tail, gold eyes, petite, three small scars on her right cheek. She always wears long sleeved shirts and pants to cover up more scars. Her (hopefully never encountered) wolf form is a massive black wolf with wings of shadows, wearing a collar and iron bands on her legs. (not by choice)
Personality: Doesn’t trust easily, viscous, rude, secretive, but if you do gain her trust she’s fiercely loyal.
History: Tas was captured at a young age, tested on, and trained to be the perfect soldier. That time in her life has left a lasting fear of hospitals and scientists, which she can’t shake. After a brief and terrible excursion to a large planet called Traum, she was inexplicably transported here, (wherever that is) toting a pair of katana and two dessert eagle pistols.
Current Doings (what are you doing now): she works for the highest bidder, always on the run from those who created her
Abilities: heightened senses, speed, strength, increased cognitive ability, skilled with almost any weapon she can get her hands on, regeneration(as soon as she stops doing damage to herself).
Weapons: mostly her katanas and the dessert eagles
Weaknesses (physical or psychological): unshakable fear of hospitals, scientists, and human interaction, she can’t go for more than an hour without a genetic suppressor before it starts affecting her.(the wolf DNA is aggressive and starts taking over)
Half-Empty or Half-Full: F**K YOU AND YOUR CUPS -
“uhh… is he okay?” Antarctica whispered to Italy, moving closer to the mobster.
((hey guys I’m starting a fanfic for Canada and that book))
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“We’re going to Rivers.” Sonara announced, beginning to walk in that direction. “I’m Sonara, by the way.”
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She took it, nodding her thanks, but didn’t light it, only sticking it in her mouth contemplatively. She glanced over at Drakel and snapped her fingers together, causing them to spark like a lighter, then lifted them up to the cigarette, finally lighting it and taking a long drag from it.
“So I’m assuming that since you are willing to help me you have some sort of transportation?” -
“Sheesh, was I that obvious?” she replied, moving gratefully away and out of the kitchen. “Sorry, Canada!” she called back sheepishly. “I think I’ll sit this one out. Don’t want to ruin the syrup.”
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Sonara flicked her tail in irritation. “Hmph. Then let’s go now.” If this guy is the type I’ve been hanging around… Sonara shook her head and walked out the door.
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“That’s only a few miles from Rivers…. what am I doing here?” Sonara muttered to herself. “Right. Could you possibly get me to uptown Rivers? It’s fairly close. on the human side of the City.” she needed a damage assessment, and only knew of one person to help her. Her vines curled out and her tail was up…. it was like she was an Alpha instead of a low-level Monger.((Alphas are higher functioning, confident, more intelligent, able to better pass on their genes, and overall more aggressive on all fronts, where as Mongers are low-level, submissive, and only the males breed well with other classes.))
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Antarctica glared at the stove fearfully, standing as far away from it as possible while remaining in the kitchen. She was attempting to look casual.
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“My phone, assuming you have one,” she said, him through narrowed eyes. “What did this deal of ours entail?” had she rebooted again? If she had, she shouldn’t be here. She needed to go back to the mansion and figure out what was going on, assuming she was still in Rivers. “What town is this?”
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Solice woke up laying across the canvass she’d stayed up painting. There were paint smudges all over her face, and her hair was a wild mess, tangled into her ponytail. She stood up, swaying slightly, and stretched. As she was stretching she glanced over at the clock and froze.
Work. She was gonna be late for work! Solice flew through her pad, throwing on her uniform and sprinting out the door.
I’m gonna need to take a shortcut, she thought, dashing down the street. She took a few sharp turns and really put on the speed, blowing past a guy in a mask without paying any attention, sprinting around multiple city police cars, and into the Diner where she waitressed, gasping for breath as she punched in.
“Up all night painting again, I see,” her manager called to her, shining one of their extremely reflective trays in her direction. She looked at it and squeaked in horror. She was a mess!!
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Sonara stuttered awake, confused and disoriented.
“Where am I?? Who are you? Did Demaus send you?” she snarled, glaring at the gruesome man in front of her. -
“You know… I’ve never even had maple syrup,” she whispered to Italy,”Maybe I should flee the area in case I don’t like it.”
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Akasha had finally convinced her mom that she had just slipped (it had only taken the whole day, and a promise to go straight to the doctor if she started feeling weird), and she was ready for a shower, some late night drawing, and bed. The death game could wait till tomorrow, although the names and images floating around in the back of her mind were getting slightly annoying. When she finished her shower, she saw it in the mirror. A black and very cliche five pointed celtic star was on her shoulder( warning this will change later i’ll find some way to add it into the storyline.), looking like it had been there for her entire life. Akasha sighed, shrugged, and threw her clothes back on, walking into her room and flopping on her bed.
Akasha turned her tablet on, grabbing her stylus and jumping onto her favorite site to draw. She finished the drawing, saving it but not closing it, and went to sleep.
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it moves when she’s unconscious, meaning the lines and weaves undulate around each other and it spins in place. -
Akasha woke up in a hospital bed, her tablet laying next to her mother, who was passed out across the bed. She moved her arm to tap her awake, but stopped just short of it as she noticed some writing on it. Your goal is to destroy the opposite team… Devils will destroy Angels, and Angels will destroy Devils. ‘oh, that’s really pleasant,’ she thought to herself in annoyance mixed with a tinge of horror. ‘What the hell kind of game is this?’ She started trying to think of ways to explain the writing on her arm when it vanished. ‘That definitely makes things easier.’
The doctors couldn’t find any reason to keep her, so they sent her home within the hour despite her mother’s protests.
i will probably edit this to be longer later, but i’m sorta ninja posting and i think my dad just woke up.