Punk's Not Dead.

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

× S P L A T T E R P U N K .

Alts: XXXX

× MURMUR

16
Male
Artist
Homosexual
Single
Bubbly, shy, curious

N A M E :;

× Elijah Lachlan

A G E :;

× Sixteen

G E N D E R :;

× Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× Contrary to the belief of most of the populous, Eli is not a moody goth, shut in some library day in and day out. There are no animal sacrifices or blood sucking, no dark make-up painted over his face. Possibly misplaced, Eli goes against Splatterpunk's dark nature and is a bright, curious and over all happy kid. While he's approaching the later half of his teen years, Eli has not changed since he was very young, and remains the bright eyed young boy he always has been. While most of his friends sit on shelves collecting dust in Splatter's library, the boy has never been opposed to meeting new people. Whether it be his shyness when meeting others, or his, perhaps off putting, attachment when he does know someone, he isn't the most skilled at it. Rather than be discouraged by it all, Eli has only learned to grow from it. His bubbly attitude and near constant smiles are his way of trying to right his wrongs when approaching people. He hasn't realized though, that it might just be members of Splatterpunk that disagree with how he is.

Elijah is a creative soul, and loves to be outside when it's warm to paint, and is always reading when it rains. Whether it be on paper or walls, his art manages to find its way everywhere. His keen eye for the arts gave him an easy rank within Splatterpunk, and while he may be a little more outgoing than most, has earned him respect as an artist. Often caught climbing the ladders throughout Splatter's library, or sprawled out with his paints scattered everywhere, he feels the most comfortable within this gang's home. This was the defining factor when deciding upon which gang to join once he realized he was on his own.

Growing up with a few attachment issues and lack of exposure, Eli may come off as a little annoying. He's always asking questions about things he's never seen, and then what exactly those things are and mean when he has. He much prefers the company of others to the silence of the library, and even when it comes to one-person activities such as reading or drawing, he'd much rather do it curled up with a friend. Loosing a sense of personal space growing up, Eli has become a very touchy person, a boy who would even hang on your arm if you'd let him. To him, knowing your name is enough an invitation to hugging or bugging as any. Once he overcomes his slight shyness to new people, he'll consider you a friend, close as any other.

H I S T O R Y :;

× WIP

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× Passion Pit - Little Secrets

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× Painting is his favorite past time, and he is very talented at painting people. The likeness he creates is outstanding, and he is able to catch emotion well. Sometimes he might even ask complete strangers to stop and pose for him, if he feels inspired by them.

[Fatal Star Syndrome]

× E L F P U N K .

Alts: XX

× NYX .

20
Male
Pixie
Undecided
Single
Selfless, gullible, friendly

N A M E :;

× Nyx Gardenia

A G E :;

× Appears twenty

G E N D E R :;

× Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× Kind-hearted and friendly, Nyx hosts the perfect soul to fit easily into the good-natured gang of Elfpunk. While his style may be reminiscent of the "punk" title within the gangs, he is hardly a rowdy or rambunctious guy. Nyx tends to see things how they are, without diving too far into details. He appreciates the little things, and sees the good in all, believing that everyone deserves a second, third... maybe even a fifteenth chance. Because of his good nature, it's left him a little gullible, and he's often played as the fool by people who would take advantage of that. He fits right in with the others of Elfpunk however, as they are a kind people by nature.

Growing up in Elfpunk as a male, means watching all the little girls grow up alongside you, flaunting their wings and their freedom from gravity. Nyx has adopted most other qualities the fae are born with; the pale skin, thin frame, pointed ears, but between his shoulders nothing grows. It's as smooth and snow white as the rest of him, without even the indication he was ever meant to grow those beautiful butterfly-esque wings. Strictly Earth bound, and watching the females, and even some extremely rare males float around on dainty wings, it was natural that Nyx grew envious. To this day he holds a sort of grudge when it comes to the winged, a jealousy even his altruism couldn't bury.

Physically and emotionally, Nyx is more in tune with the people of Elfpunk than with anyone from outside their gang. He often describes people he meets outside his home, in places such as Limbo, as "difficult to understand" and "hateful". It's true no gang is as peaceful as Elfpunk, but Nyx seems surprised each time he leaves their secret home, finding everyone outside it is only growing more and more hostile. While he still may not be able to tell when he's being taken advantage of, he does feel a little more on edge than normal when he's among the strangers of Limbo, and is cautious to a point. Still, Nyx is hardly the type to barricade himself from others, and would always give you the benefit of the doubt.

H I S T O R Y :;

× With a life wrapped up in secrecy, there isn't much to delve into about this Pixie's past. Brought up in a world unseen by every other gang, Nyx himself was long since a stranger to even the business of Limbo. WIP

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× Erin McCarley - Pony

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× >>insert anything else<<

[SgtMobuto]

× M Y T H P U N K .

× P O S E I D O N . G O D . O F . T H E . S E A .

21
Male
God of the Sea
God, Second-in-Command
Heterosexual
Single
Haughty, vengeful, impulsive

N A M E :;

× Poseidon

A G E :;

× Appears 21

G E N D E R :;

× Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× Like the rest of Mythpunk, he holds himself as being above everyone else, but less so than his compatriots
- Is generally more willing to mingle with members of other gangs, if only for his personal pleasure
- Has a tendency to daydream and space out
- If there is something he feels like doing, very little will stop him other than his brothers Pluto and Zeus
- Takes insults aimed at him lightly, but takes them personally when directed towards the other members of Mythpunk
- Doesn't think very highly of modern forms of transport, preferring to drive an assortment of vintage cars and motorbikes that wouldn't be out of place in an old British movie. Strangely, most of them are blue.

H I S T O R Y :;

×

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× The best song ever.

× The second best song.

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× If he is in Limbo, then he'll either be at Mythpunk's table or being a pimp somewhere else.

WIP

[Iilyda]

× S P L A T T E R P U N K .

>><<

× >>PLATH.<<

>>16<<
>>Female<<
>> POET/ARTIST<<
>>Bisexual<<
>>Single<< ( CRUSHING ON >NO ONE< )
>>WITTY, SARCASTIC, ENERGETIC<<

N A M E :;

× >>Sylvia Nazary<<

A G E :;

× >>16<<

G E N D E R :;

× >>Female<<

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× >>Sylvia has a quick-tongue and a sharp mind. She has always been rather wiser than her years. She often can be quick to judge, but she is also quick to change her mind and give people a second chance. She is the sort of person who speaks with her entire body and moves around as she talks. Despite her sarcasm, which is a staple between the two Nazary kids, she is one of the liveliest people amongst the Splatterpunks.<<

H I S T O R Y :;

× >>Sylvia’s history, although in line with Mordecai’s is not identical. She did not so easily get along with her family’s restrictions. She and her mother had a violent relationship with one another. Neither did she get along at all with her grandmother. She seized whatever opportunity she could to get away from the apartment, which often involved dragging Mordecai around with her. Living just on the outside of the east slums, the bubbling activity of gang life was never too far away. She became enamoured with the sight of altered Biopunks and morbid Goths drifting through the streets, playing music, reading poetry, and creating roadside portraits of passerby.

Mordecai never shared her level of interest. She never truly understood why. He was always trying to write stories, which he left unfinished. She thought that he would have enjoyed meeting people who suffered through the same affliction. Curious, she herself began to meddle with writing. But what came out, instead of stories, was a quirky and urban sort of poetry, so often a commentary not only on the slums she was so smitten with but on the family she hated.

When she was in the fifth grade, she developed an unhealthy crush on one of her favourite writers, Edgar Allen Poe. That same year, she also kissed her best friend, Julia. Not long after that, her grandmother found out that she had a white friend and had strong words with Julia’s family, and Sylvia was never allowed to see Julia again.

In the next year or so, Sylvia discovered the Goth clique within her grade. She got piercings and tattoos and learned how to smoke cigarettes. It was Amber Lightly who first introduced her to the Nirvana and fluff, and one night while they were both on a combination of the drugs, they were truly with one another for the first time. After that, they went out in secret. Not even Mordecai could know.

In her fixation over her new girlfriend, Sylvia drew Amber over and over in pen and ink, in a macabre, surrealist style which drew from the works of Poe. Her art became to flourish with practice.

By the time Mordecai found her out, Amber and all of her friends had started talking about making a mass exodus for the Library and becoming a part of the Splatterpunks together. Only a couple of them were truly serious about it, Amber among them. She thought that it would be the best for Sylvia, given the volatile home she lived in, and Sylvia had to agree. She was considering leaving without telling anyone, but then Mordecai discovered her secret, and she saw an opportunity to bring her brother with her.

She and Amber only wound up lasting a couple months together at the Library. Sylvia has had several partners over the last couple of years – boys and girls alike. She is compiling a gigantic portfolio of poetry inspired by her new life, but it is her art that has garnered the interest not only of other Splatterpunks and Tekno gangs, but of members of high society as well. Some of her bigger canvases have started to go for hundreds, and her work is being shown in galleries throughout Tektron. She has even been commissioned by a member of the Hive.

Sylvia is in her element living at the Library, and she has great love and loyalty for all of her fellow Goths. But she is beginning to sense that there is something off with her brother. Only she cannot tell what.<<

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× >>All This And Heaven Too, Florence + the Machine<<

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× >>The Splatterpunks call her “Plath” after the famous poet Sylvia Plath, whom they all say she takes after.
Crush is subject to change.<<

[Iilyda]

× E L F P U N K .

>> <<
Wings

× >>VALERIE .<<

>>21<<
>>Female<<
>> SECOND-IN-COMMAND<<
>>Bisexual<<
>>Single<< ( CRUSHING ON >NO ONE < )
>>QUIET, MOROSE, SERENE<<

N A M E :;

× >>Valerian Mordane<<

A G E :;

× >>Appearance: 21 <<

G E N D E R :;

× >>Female<<

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× >>Valerie is very level-headed and has good instinct, the qualities which best suit her for a leadership position. She’s a person of few words and smiles, but of a kindly disposition. Everything about her is very soft and delicate, from the way she moves to the way she speaks, but there is a certain strength that lies within her eyes – a defiance that lies in reserve<<

H I S T O R Y :;

× >>All her life, Valerie has been confused about her identity. Raised by her father, Halius Silverleaf, and named after the sleeping flower, she grew up on the outside, looking in. Although their home resided in the forest, amongst the commune of fae that took that particular biodome as their own, she was very rarely ever in one place.

From an early age, Valerie understood that the others disliked her father. He was the black sheep of the clan. He was chided often for being away, and for not contributing to their efforts to pay off their debt to the Biopunk gang – their protection.

Instead, Halius taught Valerie how to make herself small, and her wings lithe. Together, they slipped through the nets of the Hive, always guarding what remained of their precious resources, and into the city.

The last city, her father would tell her. The last city that ever was, or ever would be.

Once in the city, they landed in the back of a bakery on the east side of the slums, not far from Limbo. There, clothes were always waiting for them. They were both so ethereal and strangely pale – her father tinted yellow, she herself whiter than snow – that it made blending in difficult. From there, they made their way through Biopunk territory.

They always visited the same place. It was an apartment building of some sort, where only women lived. They were a different kind of women than the ones she knew back at the commune. Their parts were less delicate, and hardly ever insect-like. A woman on the first floor, with fox ears and black, watery eyes the size of tea cups, watched her while her father went up the stairs. Valerie often had to wait for a very long time before her father came back down, dazed and smelling like candy floss. Then they would go back home, the same way they had come. Years went by in this manner. Like everyone, she grew slowly.

At some point, she and her father stopped going to the apartment in the east slums. Instead they went to Limbo, where her father drank, smoked, and partied until he would not rise again. Bartenders who were forced, out of good will, to look after Valerie until her father emerged from his stupor, began to give him hell about it. And then her father didn’t bring her at all.

Valerie felt alone back at the commune without her father. She had no friends. The others avoided the both of them. But when she started to be left behind, she tried to make friends. She met a pixie boy by the name of Arryn who taught her to skip stones in the creek and catch bullfrogs with her hands. He told her that he thought it was pretty that she didn’t have any color in her wings. Valerie felt glad. She’d always felt that she was unsightly, given the way that others stared.

She told Arryn about all the strange people she had seen, while out with her father. Arryn was very curious about what her father did while he was away. She talked about all the people she had seen without any wings, or animal features, and rounded ears.

“You mean the humans.”

Valerie had shook her head.

“That’s what they are. They’re not like us,” Arryn protested.

Valerie thought about that a moment, and she realized that he might be right.

Not long after that, Arryn’s parents came to her late into the evening, when her father was away, and brought her before the leader at that time. Arryn’s mother held onto her wrist so hard she could feel it bruising.

Arryn’s father accused her of mingling with humans, of letting them see their true form.

“We already know of this,” the leader replied with nonchalance. “Surely the damage has already been done.”

“I think she may be human,” Arryn’s mother had hissed. There was a moment of terse silence. Valerie glanced between the three of them with stifling fear.

“He’s been having relations with them,” she went on, her translucent face twisted with wrath. “I know it.”

“Your evidence?”

Arryn’s parents told the leader everything that Valerie had herself told Arryn. Valerie began to cry, silently, and without moving. The leader looked down on her with a mixture of pity and contempt.

“We will wait until her father gets her. Then, we will ask him the whole of it. Return her home.”

Arryn’s family did so. Valerie stayed up all night, rocking herself, muttering under her breath a command that her father come and get her.

When he at last came, his face was light with a night’s musings, and his head clouded. She leapt to her feet and told him everything that had happened, and suddenly his face darkened.

“Grab your things.”

Within a few minutes they were running through the woods, and flying out of the biodome. They landed the same way they always did. And this time, they did not return once the sun had risen.

Valerie’s father found an apartment in Biopunk territory, where they were tolerant of their kind and did not ask questions. But her father did not work – would not work. He built debts to fluff dealers and made enemies everywhere he tried to get a fix. He spent all of his days in a drugged stupor or passed out. Valerie rooted through the garbage for her food, and tried to find work where she could. She wore thick clothing to try and conceal her strange appearance.

She grew into a woman’s body that way. She became a waitress at diner in Biopunk territory, and made enough money to feed herself and her father’s addiction. Though she was quiet, spoke seldom, and was very frugal with her smiles, she made friends with many Splicers who worked with her – friends who seemed to understand fundamentally what she was, but sensed that her past was not a thing to be trifled with.

Twenty years ago, she came home from work and could not wake him. She went to sleep herself, but when she stirred in the morning, he had not moved. In fact, he wasn’t even breathing.

He had inhaled a batch of fluff that had been cut badly. That much the Biopunks could tell her, upon inspection. It was no overdose.

Valerie wanted to bury her father back home. But because he had died in his larger form, she could not transport him in the usual way. She found a pixie who was willing to sneak past the Hive and into the biodome, for a price. Once he was buried, Valerie could not find it in herself to return to her old life. She stayed with her own kind.

Although they were wary of her at first, and rumours spread quickly that she was believed to be of illegitimate birth, with hard work she earned their trust back. Her experience with the Biopunks made her the first choice in many lower-level dealings with them. When Adeline Sayln rose to power, Valerie quickly rode her way up through the ranks. The trust the Elfpunk place within her now, as second-in-command, stems mostly from her position as a fixed point – a fixture that can always be depended on. The memory of her father's transgressions are very nearly passed, for not a shadow of the man he had been remains in the daughter they've come to rely on. Valerie is not her father's daughter.<<

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× >>Mountain Sound, Of Monsters and Men<<

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× >>When out in public, such as in Limbo, Valerie likes to wear baggy clothing and a scarf around her head, to conceal her unusually white hair. Otherwise, she blends in fairly well. Her wings are small, and easily hidden. Lately, she has been beginning to fear that they are growing even smaller. Her ears, as well, aren't nearly as pointed as other fae.<<

[lesbian]

× E L F P U N K .

Link to his Oekaki page.
They are not my lines but I did colour him in and make his clothes lines.

× Zandy

14
Male
Pixie
Homosexual
Single
Volatile -- Quiet -- Lost

N A M E :;

× Alexzander Marino Jedans

A G E :;

× 15 years old

G E N D E R :;

× Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× Zandy is an angry child, well, it's not that he's angry, he's frustrated, oh, so very frustrated. Throughout the entirety of her pregnancy, Zander's mother smoked fluff, she was a sad little shadow of a once-great woman and was in no fit state to care for her son, it not only had the later knock on effect of him feeling sad, alone and pointless from lack of correct mothering, it left him with a permanent, minor, learning an speech difficulties, his intelligence is not affected, it's just he has difficulty understanding others and reading social signs, he has a tendency towards being alone because people don't like the fact that he acts differently, but he throws himself into studying plants and caring for them, it's the only time he can truly be happy besides listening to music -- though because of his inability to read social cues, he tends not to hang out in large groups.

x Zandy is quiet, often to a fault, and he often strives to impress others by going far out of his comfort zone. He really just wants to make up for not being able to care for, or impress his mother when he was younger.

H I S T O R Y :;

× Zandy had grown up into the Elfpunk's and he loved it, and due to his lack of connection with humans he finds himself quite at home with plants and greenery of any kind.

x Zandy grew up with a disjointed mother, a social impairment, a learning difficulty and he couldn't care, sure it made him angry often that he didn't care for his mother as much as he should have, and yet he strives for her love still, but the problems melt away when he is with his plants. His mother was heavily addicted to Fluff, to the point where her depression would cause her to almost kill herself. Alexzander found himself talking his mother out of suicide ay too many times. He didn't know how he did it, he never saw himself as good socially, his mother certainly didn't care if her death would affect anyone and he thought she didn't love her. He knew that he was a disappointment to her and he struggles often.

x His ability to lash out and get angry quickly means that his struggle to make friends was increased ten-fold when he fell in love. With a Biopunk member no less. And a guy. But he doesn't know. And Zandy doubts he ever will... He kinda doesn't want him to, he'd be too afraid.

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× Radioactive by Imagine Dragons
x I thought It was most suited to his volatile personality.

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× I'm really sorry for the really short and bad history! :L

[Grimfox5]

× C Y B E R P U N K .

(Not my image)

× >>Socks<<

>>19<<
>>Male<<
>> Hacker<< ( LEADER / SECOND-IN-COMMAND / HACKER / RAVER / BUG / MUSICIAN (WITH INSTRUMENT) )
>>Gay<<
>>No one<< ( CRUSHING ON >INSERT NAME< )
>> Talkative,Eccentric, People-Pleaser<<

N A M E :;

× >>Leo Lancer<<

A G E :;

× >>17 years<<

G E N D E R :;

× >>Guy!<<

P E R S O N A L I T Y :;

× >>Leo is very used to big crowds so he doesn't stand out to much. He likes to talk to people but isn't very good at starting conversations. They normally are kinda awkward. He wants to be everybody's friend so he will do almost anything for anybody. No matter how ridiculous it is. He has a hard time standing up for himself so he gets bullied a lot, although he pretends it doesn't happen. Most things get dumped on him if no one else wants to do it. <<

H I S T O R Y :;

× >>When he was growing up he had 4 other siblings. Three of them took advantage of his people-pleasing personality and dumped a lot of their chores and hard work on him. So as he grew up he became use to this. His one sibling,his older sister, was nice though and talked to him frequently giving him his need for other people.<<

T H E M E . S O N G :;

× >>Castle of Glass = Linkin Parkhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRGSHvlu9Ss<<

A N Y T H I N G . E L S E ? :;

× >>He has a slight stutter problem. He always wears knee-high or higher socks.<<

[king_bear]

I finished Scarlett c: if you want anything changed, please tell me <3

[iva wolf]

[ I myself have finished all of my characters. Now we wait for everyone else to complete theirs, I presume. ]

[Stray Dog]

{(Ah, spectrum, thank you muchly! I'll PM you with any issues, if I have them, once I've finished reading the form. c:
Thank you, also, iva! That's about right, however, we'll be waiting another week, at least, for Harlequin Prince to return... so I suppose that's an announcement for everyone! If you're still finishing up a form - or if you're dropping in, considering joining - then there's no need to rush as we will definitely not be starting until Harlequin Prince is back and ready to go. :3

ALSO! Thorrissia, unfortunately, is unable to join.... which leaves the character of Zeus open, if anyone's interested.)}