ＣＨＥＲＵＢ ; ｓｅｍｉ-ｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅ ; ｃｌｏｓｅｄ.

[faraday]

{{ Can I please reserve one male and one female spot? }}

-Rainy

[MochicaMomo]

{ Finished...... I asked about the girl and I added her onto the form but let me know if I can't I am chill with not having her... I would love to though }

{{ hєч. ít's nσt nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Why should I tell you?"

{ Kim Kang-Dae('kahng deh' meaning powerful and greatness) but his real name was Han Myung-Dae('myung deh' meaning cleverness and greatness) }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"What will I get if I tell you?"

{ Kwan-Kwan }

{ αgє ;
"You aren't gonna use this against me right?"

{ 15 years old (looks to be around 12 at the most) and born on November 22 }

{ gєndєr ;
"Take two guesses and the first one doesn't count"

{ Male }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I don't really care, so if you don't like it deal with it cause I am not going to change"

{ Blank eyes that seem like they can stare into your soul and straight black hair that is shinny. Smooth skin and soft pink lips that give him the rare girlish kind of look, he won't be attracting to many ladies. He never lets himself show emotion so the smiles that touch many peoples lips fail to find its way to his. His hair is also short and he never pays attention to the way he looks. He also wears glasses when he is not on missions, when he leaves for a mission he brings contacts to help his vision }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Do I look white to you?"

{ Half Korean, quarter Japanese and a quarter Thai }

{ hєíght ;
"8 foot 9, obviously I am a giant"

{ around 5 foot 3 so he is short }

{ wєíght ;
"5,000lbs cause I am fat"

{ 103lb not because he is underweight he is just skinny and most of it is muscle anyways }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"what color does it look?"

{ Black }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"black and the deadest night"

{ black }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"What you can't see that I am covered in tattoo's!"

{ none only scars on his back }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"As long as I fit in to the role I am playing it works for me"

{ While many other kids pay close attention to the way that they dress he is not one to care. Normally he wears a t shirt, hoodie, jeans, and a nice pear of sneakers. If it is cold he will wear a scarf with that. In addition to that he will also wear his high end head sets that are black and fit snugly to his head where his listens to music to escape the noise around him. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"What do you think?"

{ He was never one to get any sort of an emotional bond with his parents. Even his two older brothers and one older sister cast him aside for better things to do. They never stuck up from him and instead seemed to come up with half the things he had done wrong. Maybe he had just been born into the wrong family, at lest that is what the looming older family thought. As a younger child most of his time was spent being cooped up in his room for supposedly doing something wrong again. Which is what leads to the next event in his life, the car accident when he was 9 years old. They had been driving back home from some school event that he had been in when the tires skidded. Like always with a car with not enough seats he had been in the back of the car with a make shift seat belt. The car spun out of control and plunged off the road skidding down and steep slope before smashing into a tree and flipping. His mother and father and eldest brother died on impact while his older brother died on the way to the hospital and his sister fell into a coma. His sister died a week afterwards and he was in and out of the ICU recovering for almost two years. It was just a month after the accident that Cherub found out about him and kept an eye out for him. He was taken from the hospital itself three years after the accident when he was well enough to leave and went through intensive rehab for a three years before joining the others in the 100 day training about 95 days ago. He is still in training because he still needs to learn how to work as a team member. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"Are you interrogating me?"

{ None that is known of considering nobody offered to take him in. }

{ crush ;
"You are so Lame!"

{ n/a }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Why would I have time for such a useless emotion"

{ n/a }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I won't tell you cause you will only use it against me"

{ He is not scared of much mostly because he does not feel much emotion at all. However he does have a slight fear of failing a mission. He has not trouble with the usual stuff even death itself does not scare him anymore. His biggest weakness is to loud noises because of the accident when he was nine years old. He has a bad habit of wandering off when he is in a group but that is pretty much it. However this does not mean he is the perfect guy just remember his inability to convey emotions or feel most emotions. He is like a robot. }

{ pєts ;
"Yeah a dragon!"

{ Nope and never has }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"If you can get close enough to me maybe you will find out..... probably not"

{ He is really unlike any kid his age or any age for that matter. His mind is dark and calculating and he never shows an emotion for it seems that he is incapable of feeling them. Any normal human being would flinch at the things he is asked to do but he accepts it as a normal everyday thing. With his silent behavior it is easy for him to pull of the depressed child look and that often gets him into his job as a spi. However that does not mean he is quiet when he wants to be heard look out cause he will make you hear it even if you don't want to. He does not get along with anyone and never trusts anyone. Don't try to be his friend because you aren't going to able to get that close. Even if you think you have gotten close to him you will find out later that it was all a lie and that you are even farther from getting to know him. He is for some reason unable to work in groups and tends to take any mission that can be done by one person. In a group where there is the leader, the follower, and so on and so forth he would be the loner. The one to walk off randomly without saying anything and be gone for hours on end and not say a word when he returns. A few words to describe him would be, robotic, anti-social, hard headed, stubborn, harsh and, silent }

{ líkєs ;
"Me, Myself, and I"

{ Complete and utter silence, being alone, completing a job perfectly }

{ díslíkєs ;
"You, I really dislike you!"

{ being in a crowd, talking to a person longer than 5 minutes, being ignored, not being heard, being underestimated, seeing people cry(it is annoying, loud and wet) }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"What do I look like I am?"

{ Bi }

{ σthєr ;
"Trying to squeeze more information out of me even though you already failed"

{ n/a }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Can't you tell''

{ blue but he is nearly finished with his training }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''You sure are stupid''

{ Stealth all the way }

{ rσσm ;
''5 billion trillion bet you will look for it too''

{ 202 }

{{ hєч. ít's nσt nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Hey dawg my name is Latisha"

{ Born into this life as Leone Waller but has since had her named changed to Latisha Kruse }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"I go by Tish"

{ Tish, Tishie, or Lala }

{ αgє ;
"Thats a secret"

{ She is fourteen years old and was born on June 22 }

{ gєndєr ;
"I was female last time I checked but I can check again"

{ female }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"hmmmm I guess I am a normal looking scene girl"

{ Long black hair that goes down her waist and is cut in a scene style. She sweeps her bangs across her forehead to the other side and then makes her hair fluff. She has deep grey blue eyes that are very mysterious and captivating. She is not thin but not fat so just right and she has a not very well defined but a definite 4 pack. She has big eyes and soft cheeks. Her lips are always turned up and a grin or a goofy expression. There is never a time when she can't pull a smile onto her lips. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"FRENCH!"

{ French }

{ hєíght ;
"I am about 5 foot 3 and still wishing I could be almost 6 foot"

{ 5 foot 3 }

{ wєíght ;
"I am not fat..... am I? Wait do I look fat? Oh no that piece of cake, whole cake, betrayed meeeeee!!!!!"

{ 125lb and all muscle }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Well thats a no brainer"

{ Shinny black }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Just a second I forgot let me check.... 5 minutes later...... I think they are blue"

{ Dark blueish grey }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"I want angel wings tattoo on my shoulders, that would super cool huh?"

{ three on one ear lobe and two on the other along with several on the top of each ear }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Not to girly I hope"

{ She has a very specific style that she goes for, not really. She wears what she thinks is cute. That consists of cute hoodies, sweaters, hats, short skirts, skin tight jeans and off the shoulder shirts and lastly tank tops. Her favorite jacket is all black with a large face of a tiger in white on the front. She wears a fluff leopard pattern hat with ear flaps, fluffy years and a string on each side with a pom pom at the end. She is not to into all the intense make up but likes to wear heavy eyeliner and mascara. She only wears her ear rights, mostly studs because longer ones get in the way. She never wears girly shoes and sticks to super cool sneakers. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"It is not that long"

{ She lived in a bad part of town where the gangs hung out which sounds super cliche but yes her parents where killed in a crossfire and she killed her older brother in a fit of anger. When she was younger she was mentally and physically abused by her older brother. She when she turned 7 she had had enough of it and tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists but her brother walked in on her and she ended up killing him. Somehow she survived that incident and ran away after finding out about her parents death. She buried her brother on a tree in the backyard. Cherub found her not even a year latter and took her under their wing. She is still mentally fragile but she is much better than before. She has gone through the training twice and hopes that the third time is the charm! }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I don't feel comfortable talking about this"

{ none they are all dead }

{ crush ;
"hmmmmm I haven't seen any cute guys yet but even if I had I am not telling"

{ not yet }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"That would take time and effort count me out"

{ nope and very against the idea }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"........................"

{ She is terrified of being alone in the dark because of what happened when she was little. She has a habit of smiling through the pain and not letting anyone know or ever letting her bad emotions show so she periodically explodes with anger. }

{ pєts ;
"I used to have a fish but it committed suicide by jumping out of its bowl.."

{ Nope }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I am cute dawg!"

{ She suffers terribly on the inside, scared of being alone because then all the memories come back. She frequently has nightmares about those days and wakes up in a sweat. However she never tells anyone and has never cried in front of a single person nor does she become angry a lot. because of these bottled up emotions she will randomly explode with anger at someone or herself, it is scary but not dangerous. Other than that she can be very bubbly and happy. She loves to hang out with everyone and talk about missions or stuff since nothing else happens a lot. She is a very prying person and loves to know the nitty gritty details of every relationship. Along with that she is able to keep a secret very well so she is a very reliable person, even when she gets angry none of those secrets spill out. She will take a secret to her grave. In a team group she is the person who jumps into everything, she would leap into a cross fire without a plan if she thinks she has the group at her back. She never thinks before she reacts. she is sweet and kind and a dotting older sister to the younger girls if they want it. }

{ líkєs ;
"Oranges <3 and thai food mmmmm!"

{ Orange juice, oranges, orange ice cream, anything orange flavored, All Thai FOOD! reading, listening to music, sleeping, chillin with friends, finding someone to complain to, laughing }

{ díslíkєs ;
"People who talk to much...... like you!!! Just kidding"

{ banana's, hypocrites, crying }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I think I am straight but maybe bi-curious"

{ bi-curious }

{ σthєr ;
"QWHAT!"

{ She likes to add Q to words randomly like Qwhatever, Qwhy, Qwho, and Qwhat }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''OH SHUT UP!!''

{ Has failed the training twice due to absences and so she has only a blue shirt }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''I am great at social and then combat but I suck and stealth and equipment.... I don't understand that stuff''

{ Social }

{ rσσm ;
''OH no I just switched rooms, I don't remember!''

{ 222, the easiest number to remember just because she always forgets }

[west ,]

{{ okay :] You're accepted!

[тнey call мe ace]

- Reserve a Male? (: -

[тнey call мe ace]

- I had to move the picture to the center, it was doing weird things to the font. Hope you don't mind! -

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Kennith Cameron O'Dell nothing special."

{ Kennith Cameron O'Dell, he kept his original name. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Call me KC, nothing else."

{ KC. }

{ αgє ;
"Why should I tell you?"

{ 15; July 10th }

{ gєndєr ;
"Yep, you got me. I'm a girl."

{ Male. }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"Don't you wish you were me?"

{ A little on the tall side KC tends to tower over most people at almost 6 Ft. His hair is a chocolate brown color that tends to change color depending on the lighting and season. His eyes are a deep green color, like an evergreen tree. They seem like thay can stare straight through all of the lies you put around yourself and see the true you. They are what he thinks, his best feature. KC is often described as Lean, he has muscles but they aren't really noticeable. He works out, but not enough to have the bulging muscles of some other guys, it just doesn't fit him. His style is all his own, a mix of the skater look with a country boy twist. He'll wear a hard rock band t-shirt with a flannel over it, that's just how he is. His strange style is almost all you can expect of this strange boy.}

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"All American Baby!"

{ American. }

{ hєíght ;
"Does it matter?"

{ 5'11" }

{ wєíght ;
"Oh My gow'd I'm fat!."

{ 134IBS. }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Mmmh, Chocolate."

{ Dark Brown. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Blue, i've always wanted blue."

{ Dark Green. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"You don't wanna see my tattoo..."

{ He has scars all over him, some bigger than others. No tattoos/piercings. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"You may be jealous now."

{ KC has a style all his own. Besides his Cherub T-shirt he tends to match it up with a flannel, skinnies, and converses. But on days where he's not on site you'll usually find him wearing A band T-shirt, Flannel, Skinnies or Just jeans, and Boots or converses. It all depends on what mood he's in. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"Let's get this over with."

{ KC lived a normal life up until he was 13 and his parents and him decided to visit Britain for the summer. They were half-way through the summer when the hotel they were staying in was robbed. They were in the Lobby when it happened, both his parents were killed trying to help the manager. KC only made it because he stayed behind a couch in the corner.
After his parents were killed KC had no where to go, he had no aunts/uncles/grandparents or cousins that are known. So he stayed in Britain. He was quickly picked up off the streets and sent into foster care. His foster parents were only in it for the money and were abusive. If you look closely he has words 'carved' into his skin on his back, arms, and stomach. 'Disgrace', 'Disappointment' and foreigner' are some of them. While he was there he got into loads of trouble, stealing, vandalism, and some others. That is until Cherub found him and has kept an eye on him. He was taken out of the Foster home when he was 14 and almost finished the training program. But he had to restart because he broke his collar bone. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"Yeah I know, i'm lonely."

{ None. }

{ crush ;
"Nah."

{ No. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Nope. I don't date."

{ Nope. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I'm not scared of anything, so let's move on."

{ KC not really scared of anything, you know except moths. He'll scream like a girl when he sees one, it's a long story why. }

{ pєts ;
"Lets just say Cats and String don't mix"

{ Nope. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"Let's talk about me."

{ KC can mostly be described as crazy. He often seems to have to much energy at times and is always bouncing around doing a different thing every few minutes. He tends to talk a lot about just random things that pop into his head. He speaks what he thinks and sometimes it seems there is no filter from his head to his mouth. He doesn't think about what he says and sometimes he pays for that. He tends to make people mad easily just from stating the obvious.
KC tends to not pay attention to one thing for long and he seems to have ADD. Although never proven. He loves to have a good time and tends to play pranks on the kids here at Cherub. He is always looking for ways to have a good laugh, no matter it's by pranks, playing with the little kids, or reading a funny book. KC is smarter then he looks and loves to read. He always has some type of book with him and will fine a time to read anywhere. }

{ líkєs ;
"I hate everything."

{ Archery
Soccer
Swimming
Nighttime
Sunrises }

{ díslíkєs ;
"Well...I don't like you."

{Mornings
Whiny people
Cats
Moths. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I'm as straight as a circle."

{ Bi }

{ σthєr ;
"Let's see...What did we miss?"

{Nope. }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Just shut up.''

{ Blue. }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''I'm a ninja.''

{ Stealth. }

{ rσσm ;
''My lucky number.''

{ 236. }

[west ,]

{{ There, all places filled :] Could everyone finish they're forms as soon as possible so we can start? Take your time, though.

[Small-but_deadly]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
" I'm Sammi "

{ Her name was Samantha Melody Smith when she first came and she kept her first name. For the rest of her name she quickly chose the name Hawk for her last name but was told to go for something ordinary for her middle name, she went for Lucy after one of her friends that had moved to Australia. So her name is Samantha Lucy Hawk }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
" You call me Sammi, nothing else unless you really want to call me Hawk "

{ She hates the name Samantha, thinks it is girly. She likes to think she is a tomboy so thought Sammi sounded more like one, also she won't say no to Hawk as she loves birds }

{ αgє ;
"Twelve and a half"

{ She become twelve around half a year ago and longs to be thirteen as thirteen is 'unlucky'. Her birthday is the thirteenth of May, again she loves it as it is thirteen }

{ gєndєr ;
" I am flattered if you think I'm a boy but I am a girl "

{ Female, even if she is a tomboy, cuts her hair short and never wears skirts or dresses }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"Not that bothered what I look like. I have short auburn hair, slightly tanned skin and usually cuts and scabs"

{ Average height for her age with long legs and a short upper body, she has a lean build, muscled but in a way that means she is more agile than strong and with no figure what-so ever. Her fingers are medium length, her hand more tanned than the rest of her body, and have short stubby nails which normally have mud under them. Her hair is short and scruffy with a fringe. It is shiny even though she never uses shampoo, her hair balanced itself out 2 months after she stopped. Across her face she has a sprinkling of only just noticeable freckles on her pale skin and, over all, her face is rather boyish. Not beautiful, not ugly, she is a little pretty but not someone stunning. Not much emotion is showed in her eyes and they always stay the dark, almost black, brown, surrounded by short brown lashes }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Proud to be welsh, I lost the accent ages ago but can pull it off at times"

{ She was born in wales to welsh parents with welsh grandparents and everyone in her family welsh. She moved from wales to England when she was seven but still says she is welsh. She then moved to a home in liverpool and has this accent slightly }

{ hєíght ;
"I'm slightly short for my age"

{ 5 feet 6 inches }

{ wєíght ;
"What's the point in weighing myself? I'm definitely not overweight"

{ 90 pounds, most of the weight is muscle as she is lean, not because she cares about it but because she has high metabolism }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
" A kind of auburn brown"

{ Sammi's hair is cut short and scruffy, brown with a slight reddish tinge that makes it auburn. It lightens slightly in summer but generally stays the same. All that it done to it is that it is washed with water, not straightened, shampooed or highlighted }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
" Very dark brown"

{ Sammi's eyes are a very dark brown, so dark they meld slightly with the pupil. They don't have any flecks or highlights, they are solid }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"No 'modifications' as you put it but yes I have scars"

{ No piercings or modifications but Sammi does have some scars. Across her right cheek she has three lines from when she tried to help a stray cat but it didn't like her, they are quite noticeable. On her lower left leg, she had two crossing scars that she got when falling out of the same tree twice. On the back of her left hand she has a jagged scar, quite faint, that she got when messing around with machinery. She has a few other scars but they are very faint and barely noticeable }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Comfy, practical and, um, boyish "

{ Sammi wears with her CHERUB shirt combat trousers, baggy jeans and every now and then when she feels slightly ethnic hareem trousers. She lieks wearing either trainers, boots or tough sandals on her feet, also no shoes at times. She likes to wear blues, greens, browns and sometimes a colourful jumper or hoodie }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"I don't really want to speak about it much"

{ Sammi was born in wales in a small village, her parents owned a farm that consisted of fields of rape seed and wheat with some animals, the animals were a few pigs, a lot of sheep, four horses and a few sheep dogs. They did well, managing to earn money in the farming business which is a lot of the time unreliable.
With three older brothers and the fact she lived on a farm Sammi grew up independant and a tomboy, her brothers encouraging this and taking her with them a lot of the time when she got old enough even if her oldest brother was 5 years older. She got into a lot of accidents around the farm at first but then began to know what she could and couldn't do, growing in strength and climbing ability and agility.
Disaster struck however, when Sammi was seven, when an illness came to the farm and killed off the sheep; they were what kept the farm going. Distraught, the farm had to be sold and the family began to search for a house in a village while her father searched for a job.He found a job and they found a house but only stayed in the same place for a few months before her father found his job moved to Spain.
Very soon the whole family were on a plane to Spain, unfortunately something went wrong for the engine. The engine exploded, sheering off a wing and some of the seats. Sammi was lucky that she was knocked out and she and her seat fell from the plane attached to a piece of debris. The next thing she knew she woke up in hospital, discovering her whole famiyl had died in the explosion except her who had somehow survived the fall from the plane as the debris she was with absorbed the impact, though she did break a leg.
She was sent to a home where she grew wild; getting in trouble and failing at school. Then one day she woke up in CHERUB and quickly agreed to join She trained but failed her first basic training and is now hopefully going in for another try }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
" The list is endless"

{ Obviously Sammi has no parents and all her brothers are also dead. She has a friend in Australia she emails and a few close friends around CHERUB, mostly just acquaintances }

{ crush ;
"Yuck"

{ Sammi doesn't have one at the moment }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"No way"

{ Sammi doesn't have one at the moment }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Being underground, I just hate the thought of loads of earth on top of me and the thought of them falling and being buried"

{ Her habits are tapping her fingers, running a hand through her hair and chewing things. She will chew anything; paper, coins, plastic, metal, blue tack... For her fears she is afraid of being underground in a small space or generally being in small places }

{ pєts ;
"I really want a dog"

{ None, though she longs for one }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I'm a tomboy and obsessed with animals"

{ Sammi is a tomboy, not afraid to get dirty, wearing boys clothes and not liking anything girly. She loves to be outside and exploring whether this is climbing a tree, crawling through bushes or just walking through somewhere she hasn't been before. If she is somewhere new the first thing she will do is explore. If you challenge her she is sure to accept unless it could hurt someone or an animal, she will most likely dare you to do the same thing and will boast that she can do it.
Not especially sociable, she is bad at conversations and quite bad at making friends. A conversation with her will mostly trail off and end up in an awkward silence in which Sammi will try to think of a way to break it but will not manage. When making friends, she is quite particular, if she doesn't like someone she will tell them with no hesitation as she believes it is better than whispering behind their back that she doesn't like them. When with good friends she will become quite loud and social but may say something without thinking that will upset someone.
Sammi is not looking for love or anything of the kind. Flirting with her will most likely get a glare or she will walk off, asking her directly to go out with get the same treatment, and trying to do anything like kissing her or holding her hand will get a shove. She doesn't blush when it comes to love and can talk about ti quite easily but doesn't want to}

{ líkєs ;
"Any animals"

{ -Animals
-Being outside
-Swimming
-Good food
-Sports
-Singing
-Night-time
-Being alone
-Ukelele's
-Listening to music
-Exploring
-Challenges }

{ díslíkєs ;
"Any form of discrimination"

{ -Discrimintaion so racism, homophobia...
-Bad quality food
-Slugs
-Wet jeans
-Girly clothes
-Make-up
-Snobby people
-People who seem perfect
-Bad winers or losers }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I'm seriously not sure"

{ Bi but she doesn't know it yet }

{ σthєr ;
"I have the most awesome hoodie, EVER"

{ She has a hoddie she loves, it is stripy, with spots on the stripes, looks like it is inside out and is incredibly ethnic }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Still blue''

{ She's gone into basic training once and almost drowned, she was diving for something and her foot got stuck. They had to pump the water from her lungs and it took her a while to recover as she got bad chest infection }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Stealth, definitely stealth''

{ Stealth }

{ rσσm ;
''Are you a stalker?!''

{ Room 207 }

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Callum Alberto Sato"

{ His original name was Callum Suzuki, a very strange first name and Japanese last name, no-one knew his middle name. He didn't want to remember his past but still had to go for a Japanese last name so went for Sato and chose an Italian middle name, Alberto }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"I don't really have any"

{ He doesn't really have any yet }

{ αgє ;
"Only 11"

{ He is 11 years old, his birthday on the 7th of December }

{ gєndєr ;
"I don't look that much like a girl"

{ Male }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"Short and skinny with tanned skin and black hair, quite Japanese looking"

{ Callum looks younger than most people think he is, short and skinny, some say scrawny, he has muscle all over but not noticeable muscle and he definitely isn't that strong. He used to be more muscled but after his badly broken leg he had to stay on bed a while and he got out of shape. His skin is naturedly a honey-brown with no freckles or spots, evenly coloured.
His face is delicately featured with a pointed chin and slightly slanted eyes. His eyes are most of the time very warm and seem to be very easy to trust, in his face they seem slightly larger than usual and, embarrassingly for him, they are surrounded by black lashes that are much longer than most boys. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Japanese"

{ He is Japanese, though his mother was brought u in Britain and then went to Japan }

{ hєíght ;
"I don't know my height"

{ 4 foot 6 }

{ wєíght ;
"Light, I'm not exactly muscled"

{ 77 pounds }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"My hair is black"

{ Callum's hair is coal black, not brown like some peoples are when they claim to be black, his hair is completely black }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Brown or hazel"

{ His eyes are a light brown, just darker than the colour of caramel, darker in the centre. Around the edge are flecks of gold-brown }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Some on my leg"

{ He has quite a few on his right leg around his knee from his first time in basic training }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Colourful"

{ Callum, for his age, dresses quite smartly and always in clean clothes. He loves skinny jeans, especially coloured ones, and colourful converse but not just random colours, always colours that fit together }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"Full of lies"

{ Callum was born in Japan to a family with a father and mother who ruled the family completely. She was from England and wanted him to have an English name so got the name Callum which made him stand out. His father said that for a job he worked making cars but this was not true, he worked in the drugs business, getting it ready to be sold on the streets but never taking any themselves.
Callum grew up getting on okay at school, seen as being bright but asking too many questions and often things that no-one wanted to answer like things to do with politics. When he was five, he liked his life but his parents got offered a lot of money to smuggle drugs into England. They accepted because of the amount of money. They got into the United Kingdom but being checked at the border they got found out but his mother got out a gun from her baggage and both his parents got shot as they tried to attack the police and escape.
No-one knew what to do with Callum , only five at the time. They found one living relative in England and Callum went to live with them. He live with them for four years happily but then they died of an unknown cause in their sleep. He was moved to a home and then found by CHERUB }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I've got not many close friends but I get on with most people"

{ He has no family left and he gets on with most people so has a number of friends but not many are very close yet }

{ crush ;
"No-one"

{ None }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"I have no crush so why would I have a girlfriend?"

{ None }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Needles"

{ For Callum's habits, he has a habit of chewing his nails which he does without thinking. His is deadly afraid of needles though and especially injections, he nearly had a panic attack when he got his injections coming into CHERUB }

{ pєts ;
"None, a year ago I had a small grey rabbit called Miffi

{ He doesn't have one anymore but used to have a rabbit, he had to give it to another child }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"You want me to explain my own personality? That's a challenge"

{ Callum is, to sum him up in a few words, sociable, bright and curious. Very sociable, he loves meeting new people but if they are much older than him he can get a bit shy, if they are his age or around one year older he won't be shy at all. When it comes to lessons, he loves them because he loves to challenge himself and know that he is improving. He can, however, be a bit boastful or patronising when he knows something someone else doesn't.
He is not like the usual eleven year old boy in quite a few ways. One, he dresses neatly in clean clothes and doesn't just drop his clothes on the floor when he's finished with them. Two, he cares about how he looks. He will be washed with brushed hair and teeth everyday. A reason why he doesn't like basic training, he can't do this. The last reason is that he is very sensitive, if someone is upset he will notice and will try to help. }

{ líkєs ;
"A lot of things"

{ Rains, Sun, snow, computers, meeting new people, meat, chips, cake, kiwi, curries, spicy food, learning new things, his Ipod, jokes, winning }

{ díslíkєs ;
"Certain types of people"

{ People who look down on him, spiders, snakes, cockroaches, losing, essays, being shunned, being ignored }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"Straight of course"

{ He's gay but scared to tell people }

{ σthєr ;
"You've already interrogated me about my whole life, what else do you want to know?"

{ n/a }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''I failed on the second last day of training, I couldn't believe it''

{ Blue, he got through public training but for his last exercise was going through some mountains. There was a rockslide and his leg was crushed while his partner buried. His partner suffered severe trauma and left and his leg was very complicated to heal but at last he is back up again and getting ready for another try }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Social most likely''

{ Social, he is naturedly sociable and it good at reading body language }

{ rσσm ;
''Number 200''

{ 200 }

[gizmo,]

(( I'm finally done. Sorry it took so long. I've been busy with packing and such, and my muse hasn't been very high It still isn't, so if this is not to your liking, please let me know so I can edit c: ))

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Hey I'm Divenna."

Her current name is Divenna Reychel Udinov. You pronounce it Duh-V-Nuh. She was originally born Elizabeth Reychel Udinov, but she changed her first name when she arrived. Her last name is Russian, for her father was Russian and her mother was British.

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Whatever floats your boat."

Having many, for not everyone can pronounce her first name, she has come to terms with whatever people come up with.

{ αgє ;
"Fourteen.

Divenna is currently 14 years young, born on December 5th.

{ gєndєr ;
"Chica, and no you cannot check."

Female. Divenna is hardly a girly-girl, but she will wear make up, she does, and does have a certain style. Don't underestimate her because of this though.


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I have my own style."

{ at least three lines. must be detailed. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"I'm Russian and British. Got a problem?"

Divenna's father was Russian and her mother was British, so she's half and half. Whatever that makes her.

{ hєíght ;
"I stand at a height of 5'3. No, I'm not short. I'm fun size!"

Divenna stands at a height of 5'3.

{ wєíght ;
"Seriously? How rude. I weigh around 120 lbs."

Divenna weighs in at about 120 pounds, though do not mistake it for fat. She's all muscle, making it to where she weighs more than the average fourteen year old.

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Brown."

Brow. Her hair color is quite ordinary, in fact.

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Blue."

Her eyes are an aquamarine, or also known as blue.

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Plenty, if you must know."

Divenna has her ears double pierced, and the cartilage in her left ear is pierced as well. As for scars, she has many, all over. Too many to count or to go into.

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"I wear what I want, when I want."

To others, it may look like Divenna puts a lot of thought into her outfits, but in actuality, she doesn't. She throws on whatever she feels like wearing, which usually happens to be shorts, tank tops, and combat boots. Usually. Her hair is usually natural, and her outfits consist of summer wear it seems.


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"Yeah, like you want to hear my sob story."

Divenna, like any other, grew up with two loving parents as an only child. As a child, she wasn't aware of what her parents did for a living; just that they left every morning and came home every night. Later she would find out that they worked for the government. Doing what exactly, no one would directly answer; either they didn't know or wouldn't tell her. She always figured it was the latter. Anyway, she didn't exactly see them that much, for they were gone for the entire day. She had a nanny, an amazing one at that. Her name was Greta. Yes yes, I know. Greta is an old witch's name, but she wasn't a witch. Just old. Anyway, when Divenna was five years old, her house was attacked. Many men in black suits fell upon it like vultures to a fresh kill. Her nanny, Greta, was the first to die. She was old, and she went without a fight. Her parents, worried for her safety, took her upstairs and into one of the spare bedrooms. They made her hide under the bed, and then her father left with a kiss goodbye and an exchange of words of endearment. It was as if he knew he wouldn't be back, and that he was going to die. Well, he was right. He soon disappeared, and her mother stayed behind with Divenna, guarding and protecting her only child. When it became clear that her father was dead, for people finally emerged into the room with guns blazing, her mother fought back. When she finally fell, Divenna had a front seat to it all from under the bed where she didn't make a sound, orders from her mother. Watching the light die from within her mother's normally bright blue eyes crushed her, and she stayed quiet until the commotion died down. Why they didn't look under the bed was beyond her, and anyone she asked, but eventually police came and took he away. She was put into a children's home where she was approached by people, dressed in black like the ones that destroyed her family, and offered her a spot here at Cherub. Despite her suspicion of the men, she accepted without hesitation. After a few years, she's become a grey shirt and has exceeded all expectations.

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I'm alone in this world."

Obviously her parents are dead, but she is also an only child. So, no siblings, and she never met her aunts and uncles, and she's not even sure she has any. As for friends, she'll have acquaintances, but not any she'd give her life for.

{ crush ;
"Haha you're funny. Yeah, no."

No crush.

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Never gonna happen."

Nope.

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I fear nothing and no one."

Divenna fears abandonment; her heart almost broke when her parents died, though she wasn't as close to them as she would have liked. But what if someone she did love abandon her? She wouldn't be able to take it, the hurt. That's why she's never let herself open up to anyone, for fear of the pain of rejection, or worse, loss. As for habits, she has a habit of being extremely sarcastic and occasionally rude. Horrible, yes, but she finds it humorous when others find that she's not the delicate flower that she appears to be.

{ pєts ;
"I wish."

No pets, though she wishes she could have a dog.


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"Everyone just loves my charming personality."

Divenna, as you can probably already tell, is the type of girl who is not someone you want to anger. When you get on her bad side, there is a good reason it's called a "bad side". Short tempered, she's quick to lash out whether it's with her fists or her words. Most will say that their bark is worse than their bite, but this is not the case with Divenna. Her sarcasm is harsh and her teasing is rude. She's the type that will go "Did you really just say that?" Her smart-aleck remarks are very common, and if you listen, actually listen, you'll see they're quit wise. I know I know, hard to believe. Divenna wise? Ha, yeah right. But in reality, she can be. In a precarious situation, she always has the wise eye. She always knows what to do, and how to handle things.
Quick-witted. Divenna knows how to return a comeback with enough ferocity to scare even the mightiest of people. She isn't one to sit there and let herself be trampled. Though quiet when she has nothing to say, Ryder is quite the observer. Absorbing everything like a sponge, she is exactly that - a sponge. Though unheard and unnoticed, when she wants to be heard, makes herself heard she does.
Confidence. This girl has confidence oozing out of her, practically emanating. The aura around herself is not necessarily full of herself or selfish, but rather, a high self-esteem and confidence. Not caring about what others think of her, Divenna does her own thing. And she's proud of it.

{ líkєs ;
"character quote."

Adrenaline rushes; fighting; animals; photography; writing; music; singing; playing guitar; running; gymnastics; climbing; sports; the outdoors; knives; guns; Russia;

{ díslíkєs ;
"character quote."

Pushovers; arrogant people; jerks; the indoors; the quiet; surprises; guys; people in general; abusers

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I'm straight as a ruler."

Straight.

{ σthєr ;
"Yes yes, I know you love my charming personality."

Nope.


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Grey baby.''

Divenna is a grey shirt.

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Combat and stealth all the way.''

Divenna excels greatly in combat and stealth.

{ rσσm ;
''Room 200.''

200

[тнey call мe ace]

- Meh, this is totally random but, I re-read all the posts and you might want to put somewhere that it's based off the book. (: -

[snowshoe.]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"..."

{ His current 'official' name is Skye Rhodes, changed from Jake Mulligan when he arrived at CHERUB. He's not fond of either. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Anything you want..."

{ Not many people care enough to shorten Skye or come up with some other nickname, but he's been called Kye (usually teasingly) on occasion. }

{ αgє ;
"Sixteen."

{ Skye was born on the 1st of December, towards the northern coast of Ireland in Sligo. He's been in CHERUB since he was ten years old, and he is now sixteen. }

{ gєndєr ;
"...Female. Totally."

{ Male, most definitely, though he doesn't adhere to the general 'manly' image. }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"Never really cared about how I look."

{ Skye has a very lithe, limber form, not exactly muscular by name, but he has strong definition in his arms and legs, with a smooth chest and the subtle lines of his abdominal muscles on his stomach. However, he is considered quite thin, so his shoulders have little bulk and his collarbone is always fairly noticeable, though that hardly detracts from the rest of him.

Skye is quite fresh-faced despite his fine features. He's constantly expressive, furrowing his thin pale eyebrows or biting his chapped light pink lips, and his cerulean eyes twinkling with a familiar glint of happiness, shining in anger or dull with boredom. He's trained himself not to react or show emotion when it is important to keep himself composed, but there's always some flicker at the edge of his iris, a slight shadow of feeling that is whisked away in an instant. In most day to day interactions, he appears calm and composed, likewise in how he caries himself and speaks.

His hair is a rare, pale blonde, not quite platinum but fairly close, enough to catch the attention of most people. Straight and shoulder-length, he often pulls the locks back into a disheveled ponytail, especially towards the mornings, when he needs to focus, or in the evening when he's going to go to bed and just lounging around.

He keeps himself clean-shaven at all times, has a light step, and caries his rosary and lighter everywhere. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Irish, lassy."

{ Irish to the core, though, regrettably, his accent is quite mild. }

{ hєíght ;
"Eh... being short doesn't bother me much."

{ 5'6'', quite short for his age, but he has a strong presence. }

{ wєíght ;
"Skin and bones..."

{ 132 lbs. }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Blondie."

{ Skye's hair is a striking ivory blonde, with only a few thin highlights towards his roots. His hair is fairly long for a male, and he often keeps it in a small ponytail while he's working. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"I have blue eyes, from my mother."

{ Vivid blue, with crystalline shards of ice surrounding his pupils that darken into an outer rim of navy enclosing his iris. They're almost always expressive, bubbling with some emotion or another, but in recent years he's learned to keep them blank from time to time (for obvious reasons). }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Too many."

{ Skye has two prominent scars across his chest, both parallel but the one closer to his neck is longer than the other. He's always been one to push at the regulations of CHERUB, and as a result has gained a few piercings over the years. His favorite is a labret ring that he chews at if he's frustrated or concentrating, and he also has to earrings on his right ear, and piercing on his eyebrow. They're small and not that distracting, but he loves them anyways. ; }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Variety is overrated."

{ Skye's clothing style is practically a uniform. His closet consists of multiple pairs of baggy white v-necked shirts and some tanktops, tight black pants, one belt, one pair of olive drab converse that he's had since he was thirteen, and a canvas jacket. He won't wear anything else, not even shorts in the summer, and he only reserves his jacket for the harshest days of winter. He prefers to walk around barefoot and will whenever he gets the chance to. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"I hate memories..."

{ Skye's story, unfortunately, does not stray much from histories and pasts of others trainees currently at CHERUB.

He was brought into a broken home; a small one-room apartment on the top floor of a building overlooking his city's slums, with two parents struggling to survive in an inhospitable world. His father became an alcoholic was the boy was merely five and began abusing his mother, who, being a conservative Catholic woman, spoke little against it. Skye was often spared much of his father's harsh treatment, but he learned at an early age that staying quiet and hiding in the kitchen cupboard under the sink was the best way to avoid his father's wrath each night when he came home.

His dad lost his job as a factory worker in a toy manufacturing company a year and a half-after he picked up heavy drinking, and in a futile effort to keep her family on their feet, his mother found a employment at a local deli. She supported them as best as she could, but only after a few short months, it became clear even to his drunkard father that they were being dragged into a deeper hole, up to their necks in debt with little hope of a way out.

The abuse Skye suffered had almost come to a stop when his father lost his job; the gnawing pressure of being a factory-worker had been lifted from his shoulders. That was, until the man decided to rekindle his relations with his old drinking buddies. After about a week straight of being inebriated without rest, the meager amount of money Skye's mother had managed to save in a wooden box under the bed was depleted, and his father's temper flared at the slightest provocation. And it was one night while Skye's mother was at work, when Skye was struggling to take refuge under the drain pipes of the kitchen sink, that his father found him, and gifted the eight year old boy with two monstrous gashes across his chest, done with a steaknife that had been laying on the counter.

Skye awoke in a hospital a week later. He was informed that his father was awaiting trial on charges of attempted murder, and that his mother had committed suicide the day he was admitted into the hospital.

He was put in an orphanage a month later.}

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"Not much to tell here."

{ His father is alive and well in jail, but the man is hardly a relative in Skye's eyes. He was an only child and since his dad was disowned from his family, he has no other valid kin. As for friends... we'll see. }

{ crush ;
"Young love..."

{ Maybe someday. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"More young love..."

{ Skye doesn't really think about relationships too much, really. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Something to improve on."

{ Skye has many habits, quite a few more than he would like. He chews his labret ring if he's nervous or under pressure, and bites his nails under prolonged stress. He cracks his knuckles almost every time he sits down at a computer, is a coffee and cigarette addict, and wrinkles his nose when given orders he doesn't particularly wish to follow. The list goes on.

As for fears, one thing that will certainly leave certainly leave Skye trembling is uncontrolled anger, especially directed at him by those he holds dear. Other than that, he has no emotion-related fears, and is only hindered by his claustrophobia, especially if a situation is tense. }

{ pєts ;
"I wish."

{ Not allowed, but if he could he would own some kind of creature. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"Yup... me, I guess."

{ at least five lines. must be very detailed. }

{ líkєs ;
"Many things."

{ ·Linux.
·Plain colors.
·Clouded days.
·Walking barefoot.
·Cool sand.
·Wind.
·Most furry creatures.
·His work.
·Proving himself.
·Silence while he types. }

{ díslíkєs ;
"Many more things."

{ ·Loud noise.
·Macintosh.
·Most regulations on appearance at CHERUB.
·Heat.
·Being doubted.
·Impatience.
·Engines.
·People quick to judge.
·Short tempers.
·Prissiness. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"Gay."

{ Gay, and quite open about it as well. }

{ σthєr ;
"What else could you possibly want?"

{ n/a }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''My lovely grey.''

{ He has a gray shirt. }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''The best techie around, ladies and gents.''

{ Equipment, by far. }

{ rσσm ;
''258.''

{ Number 258. }