⋘ ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ’s ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴏᴘ ⋙

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xx"I remember fighting in the Helium Wars awhile back. My
rowdy, risk-taking team of misfits against the Industry. Some
of the most memrable moments in my life lie among those
years. But I was sorrowed when the day and age of my team
was over. Hurtfully, they had perished in Battery City, as the
Industry had made them into examples of threats for the rest
of the world. And that has taught me to fight often, not always,
for I now know whether to win the battle or win the war."

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xxThe recruitment call had reached Byron when the Industry had
taken his wife Jodie and daughter Christine from his arms one
stormy night. Unforgiving towards himself and filled with ven-
geance, Byron accepted the invitation into the Killjoy gang,
where he rightfully adopted the name "Toxic Bullet" for his clean
shots taken from his revolver. He dipped each silver bullet in a
formular combination of acid and toxins, which, when shot into
an organ not vital (leg, arm), led to relentless flesh-eating
bacteriums. This clever tactic he had learned from his father,
who, ironically, also grew up a Killjoy. Byron grew close to the
four others on his old team, and they loved as brothers. But one
by one, they began to drop, murdered by the Industry. This
vengefulness grew even stronger when Byron was shown the
body of his wife, as her life was taken by - you guessed it -
the Industry. They also claimed to have kept his daughter
Christine captive in a differnt city, but all hope began to
crumble. Now,without family left, Byron sought an
opportunity to get back what he paid much pain for. He
wanted, more than anything, to be a Killjoy once again.

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xxByron is one for the silent realm. He surely isn't a talker;
rather, he listens. He gives out his opinion when he feels strongly
about it, not necessarilywhen the moment feels correct. He is
indeed cautious. Call it paranoid, if you will, if you must. And
he has every right to be. But don't let him discourage you: he
is a wild spirit. He wants very much to relive his years as a
killjoy, to encounter new relationships with the members of the
new team. He may seem distant and timid, but can be a fearless
machine when time calls for it. He wants to understand new
people and come to know them better. Let him associate
himself with anything that can rid him of the past. He will
cherish your kindness forever. Become close with Byron Kerr,
and he's got your back.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxtitle Byron Kerr [By]
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxalias Toxic Bullet
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxage early thirties
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxrelations nøne

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face claim;;brandon flowers

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xxxINTRO
xxxxxFull Name - Lincoln Lyons
xxxxxPetty Titles - Link, Slade
xxxxxNationality - Canadian
xxxxxDate of Birth - May 8, 1993 [22]
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xxxPHYSIQUE
xxxxxHeight - 6'1"
xxxxxHair Dye - light brown
xxxxxEye Tint - green
xxxxxStructure - proportionately muscular
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xxxTEMPERAMENT
xxxxLincoln Lyons - no, Slade - is definitely a visual dreamer. He is far from being a realist, as he
xxxxhad to paint images in his busy head to keep himself sane. He never felt as though he had a
xxxxdisability: being blind. He, just like everyone, knew nothing of this truth and lived on believing
xxxxthat life was okay. Born blind, his earliest memories were the voices of his parents and mention
xxxxof Canada. His dream is to visit Toronto, where he suspects he had lived prior to the Island.
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xxxINTERESTS
xxxxLikes - ocean, listening, painting, loneliness
xxxxHates - caves, the dark, crowds, noise
xxxxLove - uninterested
xxxxRelations - distant family, few friends
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xxxxxxxxxFace Claim - Stephen Amell

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│name - jamie ackermanw;ww│
│profession - art;;x;;;iixxx│
│gender - maleiiiiiiiiiiiiixii│
│age - twenty two yearsiiiiiiiiii│
│birthday - june sixteenth;iiiiiii│
│nationality - englishiiiiiiiiiii;│
│hair color - golden blondeiiiiiii│
│eye tint - clover greeniiiwiiiiii│
│skin tone - sand beigeiiixiiiii│
│height - five feet nine incheswii│
│body type - skinny & fitiiixixii│
│+ traits - skilled, ambitiousiiwii│
│= traits - patient, humblexixix│
│- traits - quiet, with-drawniiiiii│
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iiiiiiiiiiiiiiisource - oakapples (tumblr)

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│jamie's always been about the arts.ii│
│he's always had a pencil at hand, and│
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│see beauty in absolutely everything.x│
│xxxxxixxhe truly has a gift.xxxxixxx│
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name - layne b. iver
gender - male
age - seventeen
hair dye - choco brown
eye tint - emerald green
height - 5' 11"
physique - slim; muscular

+ traits; charm/wit/daring
= traits; confident/style/class
- traits; stubborn/edgy/rebel
strengths; causing trouble
weaknesses; inner emotions
likes; leather, having fun
dislikes; curfews, rules

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who hasn't heard about layne iver? since day one, layne always had that mischievous glint in his eye. he had always been causing trouble, though he meant no harm - he was only having fun. as layne grew, his reputation as the troublemaker remained, and now his title was 'bad boy", or "rebel". now, he's got to live up to all that, and he isn't fully sure things are okay inside that skull of his. he vowed he wouldn't grow up; guess we'll have to wait it out.

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♛ Ᵽⱻŧⱻꝛ Ꝋꝛꝛỿȵ Ƨŧⱻⱻℓⱻ ♛
Ⱦhe ℒion
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Who could have ever thought that he was a royale? That is what lingered in Peter's head for years. He was always brave and bold. From a young age, Peter Orryn Steele knew that a different blood ran in his veins. He avoided taking about this feeling, though. He had been raised in the family estate, which the Steeles had inherited from their wealthy bloodline of the past. Peter was an only child, possibly the last Steele of his generation. He was raised well, as his parents could afford for a high education and knew how to establish discipline. There was, however, very little love between him and his parents. One rainy evening, Peter sat upstairs in the atic, watching the rain run down the cold window pane. There was a lot of yelling that day, so Peter decided to get away from the nasty aroma of dislike. He jumped as he heard the front door slam and the garage door open. He then watched as his parents, his only family, speed away in their car, leaving the house, the neighborhood, and their child. This event triggered a feeling of loneliness and fear, feelings of which he had never experienced before. For the first time, Peter Orryn Steele wept. Soon enough, the seemingly abandoned house was searched, and Peter was to be delivered to the nearest orphanage. He never cried again. After his abandonment, Peter discovered he had the gift of changing skins. A lion, ironicallly enough, seemed to be the spirit animal chosen for his soul. Fascinated by his second form, he dares not reveal it to anybody, for fear of another loss. Peter may seem sour and cold-hearted most of the time - but truly, deep down, he doesn't mean it at all. He cannot control his personality as well as he used to. He tends to give cold-shoulders and will display negative traits, however. But he can be tamed: all he needs is a close friend.
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;;Age;; Nineteen
;;Gender;; Male
;;Birthday;; January 9
;;Positive Traits;; Brave, Smart, Strong love at heart
;;Negative Traits;; Concealed, Careless, Emotionless
;;Strengths;; His skin (lion)
;;Weaknesses;; His past
;;Likes;; Music, especially indie rock, electronic, and pop punk;
drawing in his personal sketchbook
;;Dislikes;; Shedding tears, as they seem to show weakness

;;Face Claim;; Patty Walters

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"Peter, if you will. I've realized that my life feels as if it were purely empty, a
black hole in the midst of the world around me. For quite a while, I've strug-
gled to realize that, no matter how broken I am, I do have a purpose: not to
mend myself, but to save others from such a relapse. And each and every
time I spend time alone, I feel fixed, I'm mended, made anew. I am complete.
How strange, that a world like this can hear a voice like mine in the darkness."
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ϟ name ; Peter Ferris
ϟ gender ; male
ϟ age ; eighteen years old
ϟ height ; five feet . eleven inches
ϟ weight ; one hundred fifty-three pounds
ϟ eye tint ; amber brown
ϟ hair dye ; dirty / light auburn
ϟ physique ; proportionately muscular, slim
ϟ traits ; passionate, chill, spreads good vibes
ϟ talents ; music, art, writing
ϟ flaws ; communication, emotions held-back
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xxpeter isn't your average kid. from a young age, he's lways had a burning passion for the arts - anything musical, literary, or artistic. at first, his abilities to create were thought to be pure skill - but they were really just natural talents that had been perfected through skills. peter owns a six-string, a custom made fender; a hand-painted uke; and an acoustic. he's got quite the ear for music, especially on guitars and pianos. he has written a few personal pieces, which he is very protective over. he can try his hand at most anything, with practice. he is currently working on sculpting techniques and clay pottery skills.
xxapart from that, peter has been both in and out of the limelight numerous times throughout his highschool career. he may have a small gift, but that doesn't stop anybody from giving him looks in the hallways. peter was very quiet, escpecially in school. he just couldn't - and didn't want to - connect with other people, as he wasn't sure how to do so effectively. that being said, he grew up with only a couple of friends that have come and gone. but, hopeful and taken by the wind as he is, peter was never bothered by loneliness. he quite liked the silence - it let his heart sing. and that's what every artist dreams for - a voice of their own.

face claim - orlando bloom

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"Peter, if you will. I've realized that my life feels as if it were
purely empty, a black hole in the midst of the world around me.
For quite a while, I've struggled to realize that, no matter how
broken I am, I do have a purpose: not to mend myself, but to
save others from such a relapse. Because each and every
time I spend time with horses, I feel fixed - I am mended,
made anew. I am more complete. How strange."

Over the course of almost twenty years, Peter was brought up solely by his father. He and his father are very close, as Peter knew no mother and was unknown to siblings. He was raised on a ranch on the borders of Wyoming and Utah, and was homeschooled by his father as well. Intrigued by the beauty of the West, Peter quickly grew accustomed to a wild yet unforgetable life. He had suffered from an unknown depression throughout his childhood, though it was brief yet recurring. He found comfort amongst horses and had an avid mindset when spending time with them. Over the years, Peter began to distance himself from his father who had fallen into habits that have perminently damaged their relationship. Stubbornly, Peter traveled away from the ranch, leaving all memories behind but bringing his horse(s) along with him. He was an adult, capable (somewhat) of taking care of himself. With a burning passion for horses both wild and tame, Peter does not interact often with other people, labeling him as a shy introvert. He does, indeed, try to make friends, though those friends end up walking on four legs. He is familiar with both disciplines (English and Western), yet he prefers the former over the latter. It should be noted that he does not like using bridles with bits - he had worked towards using bitless bridles, and is experiencing the freedoms of riding bareback. Peter adores riding aimlessly in the wilderness, making him a cross-country buff. He willingly volunteers to brush and tack the horses up, whether the horses are those of others or his own. He is not too confident when it comes to terms of competing in competitions, as he mush enjoys loosely adventuring through the wilderness over formal events. Peter truly connects with nature, expressing himself when the winds blow through his hair, and redeeming himself whenever the Sun beats sharply on his shoulders. What an unknown world.

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NAME;; Gerard Arthur Way [why not? ;u;]
NICKNAME;; He prefers "Gee"
GENDER;; Male
AGE;; Twenty
POSITION;; Lead singer/guitarist

HEIGHT;; 5 feet 9 inches
SKIN TONE;; Very Pale
[CURRENT] HAIR COLOR;; Black
EYE COLOR;; Hazel, with tints of grey
BUILD;; Medium
PIERCINGS;; ø
TATTOOS;; ø



POSITIVE TRAITS;; Passionate; dedicated;
proud; selfless; artistic; creative; loving
NEGATIVE TRAITS;; Introvertive, mainly

RELATIONSHIP STATUS;; Open
CRUSH;; ø
SIG. OTHER;; ø

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ϟ T i t l e // Anaba Arrow
ϟ N a m e // Anaba
ϟ G e n d e r // stallion
ϟ B r e e d // kiger mustang
ϟ A g e // six
ϟ H e i g h t // 15.3 hands
ϟ C o a t C o l o r // cherry bay
ϟ M a n e C o l o r // raven black
ϟ M a r k i n g s // eel stripe
ϟ T e m p e r a m e n t // stubbornly confident;
curious yet fearless; free - spirited

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show name:
american by birth,
rebel by choice

barn name:
harley

breed:
cleveland bay

gender:
stallion

age:
four

weight:
860 lbs

height:
16.3 hands

discipline:
western

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