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Full Name: Isabella Clark
Preferred Name:"Just call me Bella."
Age:24
Gender:Female
Date of Birth: September 10
Measurements:5 Ft. 6 In. and 135 pounds
Scars: On her leg when she was bit by a dog
Modifications:Pierced ears
Citizen


Look into my eyes, and you'll see the secrets I couldn't find a way to hide.
There are a few words to describe this girl: Unpredictable,Stupid and trustworthy. I guess I should go through every word for you, so you know what you are getting into. The basics? She is out going, and she loves to laugh. She loves to try new things, go out and have fun, and hang out with her friends. She is just the average teenager. One thing about her is that she loves a good scare every now and then. She is good nature, she doesn't really have a mean bone in her body. She is playful and loving,much like a dog... One thing about her is that she has a certain charm about her that makes people smile. She is open and friendly, just waiting for someone new to make friends with. Though she is outgoing and kind, she is competitive. Meaning, she tries to be the best at whatever she does, and often tries to be "perfect" whatever that is now a days.

Unpredictable. She doesn't tend to make up her mind very easily, and she likes to keep people on their toes. By this, she means she will do the most random things, say off topic things, and do the complete opposite everyone else is doing. She doesn't tend to fall into peer pressure easily, but she has a few weaknesses. She isn't perfect, far from it, and she can be gullible and stupid all at the same time. She tends to like to do her own thing, and sometimes her judgement isn't always that great. She has made good and bad choices, all that she needs to live with. She isn't afraid to face up to the consequences and face the music. She takes responsibility and is always willing to take the first step out of her comfort zone. Call her a daredevil.

Stupid. Yes, she is stupid. She has made bad choices, done wrong things, but everyone has. So does that mean everyone is stupid? Possibly. She has the book smarts, without a doubt she does, just when it comes to street smarts, she is lacking intelligence. She knows a few safety rules that might help her, like stop drop and roll; no hitch hiking; and don't smoke. But she is one of those people who when they see someone who needs help, she goes off and helps them, no matter what. She isn't a huge fan of violence, though she is willing to do whatever it takes in self protection.

Trustworthy. One thing about her is that she hates liars. She can't stand them, and refuses to lie to anyone else. She doesn't try hard to be like everyone else because she feels that if everyone was the same, well wouldn't that world be boring? She doesn't mind being different, and she doesn't care what everyone else thinks. They can gossip, though she hates that too, and they can try to stop her from being who she is. It's not going to stop her, and it's not going to change her. She only wants the people she loves to be honest with her, no matter how much it hurts. She always tries her best to return the favor, though it becomes hard for her to hurt someone she cares deeply about. But, the truth always gets out one way or another, and she doesn't want to get in trouble for other people's mistakes.

Some more general things about her? Sure, why not? She isn't very athletic, sometimes she might go for a run or something in the mornings, but that's about as athletic as she gets. She doesn't have a gym membership, and she doesn't spend hours working to do 100 push ups. She is still fit and healthy though, and she has a nice body, but she doesn't go crazy with fitness. The only sports she did as a child was soccer and track, which she was fantastic in, though quit for special reasons of her own. Another thing is that she loves animals with all her heart. She just always wants to help them, or hold them. This didn't really help her though when she got bit by a dog. She still hasn't really learned her lesson from that day.

My Secret Talent: She is great at reading people. She can usually tell what people are thinking just by their body movements. No, she doesn't exactly know what they are thinking, mind reading abilities are to be saved for the movies. She can get a general idea though, like if someone is sad, even if they are trying to hide it. No, she isn't magical or a witch of some sort, she is just observant.

Likes Bella enjoys music. She is mostly a singer, though she doesn't like to sing in front of others. Maybe she is just to shy, or maybe she just isn't that good. She also loves animals, and hates to see them in pain. She hates that more than seeing people in pain, which sounds really sad, but that's just the way she feels. She also enjoys reading, though she seems to be short on time now a days, so she doesn't get that much time to do that.

Dislikes She hates hates hates bugs. She finds them very annoying to be near. Like bugs, she doesn't really enjoy people who live vain and self centered. Also people who insult her family and friends, she can hold a grudge forever on. She just doesn't tolerate it, and she isn't afraid to fight back. If people make fun of her, she is fine with that, but she doesn't want anyone touching her family or friends. She isn't a fighter, but she will defend herself and the ones she loves to the end of the world.


Short History When Isabella was about three, her mother died of a heart attack. Save your sympathy though, she never really knew her mother. She can remember sitting in the hospital though, playing with dolls without any idea about what was really going on. Nurses kept coming over to her, asking if they could get her anything. She turned them away, and waited for her father to return to get her. When he came out, he was in tears and couldn't even look at his daughter. The doctor came out a few minutes later, and explained to Bella what had happened.

"Bella, your mom... she won't be coming back for a very long time," he explained.

"What do you mean, doc," she asked, half paying attention, the other half on her dolls. She watched as she made them walk around and communicate with each other.

The doctor shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know how to explain to the three year old her mother was dead and never coming back. "Sweetie," he said, finally getting her attention. She enjoyed when people called her that, it made her think of sweet things. Continuing he sighed and said,"You'll see her when you are much much older."

She asked, "When I'm grandma's age?"

Biting his lip, the doctor said,"Sure...When you are grandma's age."

She nodded and continued to play with her dolls until her father picked her up again to take her back home.

A few years later, she had finally understood what the conversation was about when she was just a girl of 3. Her mother was dead. She couldn't force herself to cry though, she didn't know anything. She was just as naive as before. Her father was still a loving man, though he was often out working, raising her and her older brother on his own. She missed her father, but she understood why he was never home. She didn't try to question it, and she often left the house. She couldn't stay in the house her mother had worked so hard to make her own before it was violently taken away from her. The only thing Bella has of her mom is her wedding ring, which she wears as a necklace 24/7.

Her father never remarried, never even looked at another women. He had just enough room for his son and daughter, and the empty space that he kept empty for his true love. They moved here, from their hometown of London, for a job opportunity in the city. Bella mostly kept to herself, spending much of her time at the beach and exploring the forest. She enjoyed exploring, getting lost and trying to find her way out. It was a thriller. It wasn't until she was a young lady of 15 when she had found a small house in the woods. It was sort of like her hide away, and escape from the rest of the world. It wasn't until there was a weak knock at the door. When she opened it, unsure about what she was going to find, she saw a lady in her late sixties holding a child who looked no more than two years old.

The lady explained how the police had come after her, due to violation of the laws. She had to run quickly with only her daughter's child and the close on her back. She hesitated to tell Bella about how her daughter was being held in a prison cell. Bella tried to make them well, giving them the only food she had packed on her long expedition from her house. She told them they could stay there for as long as they needed, and she eventually went back to her house. She never really realized how dangerous the government really was, keeping secrets behind the people's backs, arresting and possibly killing innocent ones. She mainly just worried about herself, and if it wasn't her, she was fine with it. Maybe that was the problem though. She mainly kept this all to herself, not even telling her father about the strangers in the woods, but when she went back to the little house, the strangers were gone with no trace of where they went. Worried, yet not to much to be worried about herself, she forgot about them quickly and went back to her old ways.



Appearance Isabella has light blond hair that only gets lighter in the sunlight. Naturally, they curl around her shoulders, framing her face. She has a narrow nose and cotton candy pink lips. Across the front of her cheeks, she faint freckles, mostly from the time she spends out in the sun. She has light blue eyes that glitter in the sun. If you look closely, she has different shades of lighter and darker blue, mixing together to create the color you see. Moving down, her body isn't that muscular, and to be honest, she isn't that strong. She is thin and pale, making her seem unhealthy, though she seems to be in good health. She isn't that upset about her over all appearance. She isn't trying to change herself, and she is actually pretty happy with herself right now.


My heart is like my soul. It flies just out of reach. Bella is straight, no doubt about that. If you really want to know the truth, she's never really had a serious relationship. Of course, there was always the little joking around, flirt here, kiss there kind of relationship, but nothing all to exciting and nothing going beyond a peak on the lips. Maybe she is old fashion, but she sees no reason to sell herself away to boy who wont mean anything to her in a couple of years. When it comes to her heart, she treats it with delicacy and tenderness. God only knows what would happen if it breaks... Though she doesn't enjoy being alone, she has gotten used to the idea of being alone romantically, though of course, she is keeping her heart open and her eyes on the look out. Maybe there will be one out there who tickles her fancy, though she is doubtful at times.

[eden .]

{oh really? my bad, must have forgotten about that one, alright then may I switch my two character's out possibly?}

Put DID in and the other out? Sure, if you want. Just try not to play the DID unrealistically. ]
[ pretty sure I spelled that wrong. For some reason CS mobile disables autocorrect and spell check >> ]

[herondale.]

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[~Erica~]

{Yes please, and don't worry I won't make it unrealistic I'll keep it a minor thing}

[Airmid]

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Username: Kijani...Just call me Kija c;
Name: "My name always has; and always will be; Caius Stewart Griffiths...Funny that- a Roman name in a city built on a Roman empire"
Gender: "Yes, I am infact a male...But please- don't let my lack of oestrogen ruin your day"
Orientation: "Yeah- I'm straight...not that there's anything wrong with being gay. I just don't swing that way"
Nickname: "I used to be known as Chesire back as a youngster- but that part of my life is over now"
Age: "Well what do you know, I'm 23; My birthday is on December 12th But- I've never cared for the hassle that comes with birthdays"
Nationality: "I was born in the South of England, however mother and father thought it would be best to move here...not sure why"
Occupation: "Yeah- I'm just your regular citizen...I would never do well as an officer"

Caius has been a trouble maker all his life. It's not like he breaks the laws or anything. Well- there are so many nowadays that he wouldn't know if he has or not. It's just his general demeanour. Always chilled. It takes a lot of insults and whatnot to get him angry...He learned patience over the years. But was never really all that worried about life. He- as you might say; "Goes with the flow". Caius was the type of guy who knew many people during his teenage years. Not all of them were particularly brilliant friends to have around; but very quickly he knew which people to avoid and which to openly seek attention from. It was these people who managed to give him his all important sleeves down both arms and across his chest a little. They don't really represent much; the teenager just couldn't stand having bare skin. It was just to ordinary. He needed a little something to make him, his own self. Along with the stretched ear he started at the age of 14; Caius figured that much more abnormality and he would attract unwanted attention from the police and government. Something which he knows is not a good thing. He stands at a heigh of 5' 11" from head to toe. A decent height for a young man. He's not too tall and not too short...Decent. Onyx eyes are usually framed with a crease of skin signalling that he's smiling, which is not an unnatural occurrence. Last time he checked he weighed in at 160 pounds. He's not particularly muscled okay?! But Caius couldn't care less what society thinks of him. Mothers on the street shoo their children away from him, and policemen naturally dislike him. But- As stated before; he really does not care.

Caius was a product of two previously middle-class Englishmen getting the shock of their lives. In his beloved Blighty, the youngster was taught proper things such as etiquette, manners and the difference between himself and the poorer lad begging for spare change on the dirty side road. The couple were told of the fairness, and equality of this empire and were shipped from their middle-class home in a middle-class county; only to be told that their new home would- yes be in the city. However it was the inner city. Many teenagers and young adults lashed out against the regimented routine of the government, riddling the community with underground violence and gang-culture. But- when the shocked couple were told that they and their young child, were not allowed to leave well...they had to make do. Throwing away their old routine they were forced to bring Caius up in a violent neighbourhood, where the police officers were either too scared, or didn't care enough to do anything. Probably the latter. These 'gangs' could have probably been stopped with just a few raids from the police. But things like that cost money. And they weren't openly flouncing the law on front of the government's face were they? So that's how it was. Caius was sent to the local school- where he was regularly beaten for having such a 'poncy' name. For being just a tiny bit different to everyone else. And it wasn't even the way he looked. All it took was a name to alienate his class-mates.

Only until they knew that he wouldn't cause any trouble by being just that tiny bit different. All through his teenage years, he kept his head down, eye glued to his shoes so as to not look his peers directly in the eye. If he stayed like that- he would be fine. And everything would be good. It was during his late teens that he became involved with the wrong kind of crowd. But then again- everyone did in his neighbourhood. It was inevitable. The few friends he did have all joined various gangs, and to keep from being ostracised; he needed to join one too. So he did. He even was given the tattoo to prove it. Not that he had a choice in the matter. But that one bit of ink on his skin sparked a life long passion for tattoo's. Sleeves were his thing. And because he just looked different, but in a respectful kind of way, Caius was able to climb the social ladder. Gaining more friends and respect. Respect was a fine thing to have- but the gang life wasn't. You were always living in fear that another, larger group of boys would oust your lot. Sadly- that's exactly what happened.

It had just been a normal day. Smoking a cigarette in old Snakes cellar with the lads. Caius had even been about to ask Ginge if he would do a full-back that day. He didn't have the money for it, but money wasn't really an issue with his life-style. It had been his 5th puff on the cigarette, when the walls around them had come alive. Shouting all manner of curses and insults brandishing weapons and slicing the closest things they could see. Caius had managed to burn a couple with the cigarette, before jumping through the hole in the wall towards the nearest light source. He hadn't even thought about his friends then. But- If they had been in his position they would have done the same. If you can't save yourself, how can you save others? He'd run home, sweating a panting practically yelling at his parents to pack up their stuff and run. Anyone who was anyone knew where Caius Stewart Griffiths lived. Or 'Chesire' as he was more commonly known. Due to the fact; he didn't stop smiling. The family had managed to relocate in a nicer part of the town, however Caius still feels terrible for putting them through it all.

After his little stint as a gang-member; the teenager cleaned up his act and began to beg for jobs on the side of the road. He didn't get many due to the fact, he looked a little different, what with his 'interesting' look. But the jobs he did receive, he did well. Well enough that the guarded families would recommend him to their friends. Just doing the odd job. Cleaning a car here. Babysitting there. He was naturally good with kids. Caius liked kids. They didn't judge you on appearance like their parents did. Only on weather you were likely to peek through your fingers during a game of hide-and-seek. Soon enough, their new community knew better than to ignore his families existence. Mother and father threw the best parties, as was the middle-class way, and Caius was able to finish his schooling just a few years behind everyone else. However, all those years of doing odd jobs around various houses had an effect. He learnt how to fix things at first by reading the instructions along with trial and error, but soon enough he knew everything there was to know about electrical items. The local garage heard of his skilled hands, and invited him to join their little 'family' as they so kindly put it. After a few years of intense training and torturous physical labour Caius rose to be the best car mechanic in town. Ask him anything about cars and he'll tell you. Experience has taught him how to fix up a car that would be headed for the local scrap heap- which is a useful skill to have in this day an age. There's not a time when you'll see him not covered in oil and/or donning his trusty and extremely dirty, gloves. It's an honest job, in which he can earn a decent living. And Caius couldn't be happier with his current life.

Likes:
-Stretched ears
-Tattoo's
-Smoking
-Sunsets
-Sleeping
-His mother's cooking

Dislikes:
-Guns
-Violence
-Shouting
-Frowning
-Taking pills
-Mushrooms=

Caius is straight, yes. And through the years, he has had a few ladies to show off on his arm. But none of them have ever really stuck themselves in his mind. Always the same mundane routine with them. They were never particularly special. The only reason he ever asked to be their boyfriend was because all his friends had one. But- even though they were never special, he was always proud to be called 'boyfriend' or 'lover' or 'partner'- anything like that. His friends would always cheat on their girlfriends, something with the 20-year-old would never dream of doing. Call him old fashioned- but he'd rather stick to just one. Society told him- that women needed to be showered with gifts, so that's what he would always do. With his share of the money, he would be able to buy them the best jewellery, best clothes etc... which they seemed to love. And Caius never missed the money really. He had all the essentials and didn't need much more. However after the drama with the rival gang, he refused any of the advances of girls. They didn't deserve to get mixed up with a guy like him, who knew such dangerous people. It would be safer for these pampered ladies to just look but not touch.

((Tell me if there's anymore information you would like from me!))

[eden .]

[ @Erica: done. Zoe should be there ^^ ]
[ @Kija: YAAAAAAY you came~ Looks like everything is there. :3 I shall add you ]

[Panic!]

{I finished, thanks. Click}

[eden .]

[ @panic: you've been added! Thanks for joining. ]
[ need 1 more male citizen and 3 more soldiers [1 female, 2 male]. ]

[Nicolae]

"I'm deeply disturbed,

And I'm deeply unhappy."

Basics
Name: Andrei Adamovich-Lucescu
Nickname: Enders
Age: 23
Nationality: Born in Kiev. It's unclear as to how he got from there to here, he's unlikely to discuss it. However, he will often reference 'the mountains' on his own.
Role: Citizen
Butcher, listener, small-time shop 'owner'.
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Physical
Hair: Andrei is strawberry blond, which is quite unusual for a Ukranian, especially considering his Romanian-Hungarian genetics. It's cut to be manageable, generally kept swept backwards. It's quite common for a few strands to fall over his face, but they're not long enough to reach farther than his brows.

Eyes: Fittingly enough, they're a cold gray. As a child, they were a much brighter blue- but age has taken the color from them since.

Phenotype: At six foot seven, Andrei is a monster. The irony is that all other members of the Lucescu family range mostly between five foot six and six foot one; he is to his siblings and uncle as a horse is to a dog. This comparison also lends itself well to describe his build, albeit he's more of an ox than a horse. Broad shouldered and well-muscled, with large hands and a strong foundation, he's all-in-all the kind of guy that looks like he should be permanently stationed at a farm somewhere with his overall rustic gigantism.

Facewise, he's got a fittingly square jaw and a half-developed beard to accompany it. While he does shave, it is with irregularity and often time is given by his forgetfulness by which his stubble begins to grow past 'acceptable' to 'moderately unacceptable'. He's got a nice smile and features as muted as his personality; His nose is straight and curved imperceptibly at the tip, which turns ruddy in the frost and in the presence of alcohol. His eyes are usually half lidded in a manner that is anything but cruel or disinterested, but rather in a very fitting position of calm humility. He doesn't bear any significant birthmarks or wrinkles, and in facial appearance is still quite youthful- however, there is a scar across one of his cheeks which he leaves mostly unexplained- similar to his period of transience between here and Kiev.

As for clothing, like many civilians he does not posses the money to be flashy- but flashiness wouldn't suit his character anyways. Dark pants, white shirts and suspenders are his everyday ideal, usually covered by a dirtied butcher's smock if he's in his own shop. He's very fond of watches, which he will wear more than one of frequently. Due to the necessity of good footwear he is also prone to heavy winter boots even in somewhat inappropriately warm weather.

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On the inside

Orientation: Sexually dispassionate. So far, girls are what he's most interested in. He doesn't seem partial.


Mortal pleasures:
- Alcohol is a big one. Andrei is easily convinced by the promise of alcohol and has a nice collection of flasks which he carries with him.
- Mice and rats. At first they were an annoyance in his shop, but he's come to like their company. He knows more about them than he does most things.
- Listening. Much like a bartender, he's got an open ear. Unlike a bartender, his pocket stays closed. He genuinely wants to know what's on your mind, and honestly doesn't care to extort you through generosity.
- He'll smoke, but not as liberally as some do. It's just stress relief for him.

Never ever:
- Secret police. If he knows you are one, well. With very few exceptions, his judgement of you will be swift and final. There's not much he can do legally, but he CAN choose to make a habit of distrusting you.
- Gossip, demeaning chitchat. One of the few things he's not keen on listening to.
- Flies, roaches and ants. He doesn't like insects which make a living by reproducing in his.

Personality:

"I am not a clever pony."

Enders isn't a very smart guy. That's partly why he's a butcher. He's not really good at numbers, and he's not really good at other languages, and he was equally sub-average in school. However, he is incredibly perceptive in social realms; for what he lacks in educational prowess, Andrei goes almost completely unchallenged in his ability to understand a person just by watching and listening, and his ability to survive in hostile environments is equally unparalleled. Like many animals, he's got an amazing sixth sense for a bad egg and can usually figure out if someone is lying or intends to do harm.

This being said, he's a generally relaxed guy. Though he is by no means care free, he says very little if not spoken to and doesn't make trouble for others. A uniquely industrial being, Andrei is an exceedingly hard worker and takes pride in doing what he does the right way. He genuinely loves his job, as tedious as it is, and is more than willing to help others out with manual labor for little or no pay. Part of it is living up to being the ideal citizen- ask no questions, do your duty to society. The rest of it is that, with few real friends and his family left behind in Ukraine, he's incredibly lonely. He takes solace from a job well done, and keeping busy is good for dulling his human need to care for something.

On the note of his need for affection, Andrei is capable of being a deeply loving individual. He's the kind of guy who brings in stray dogs and cats, feeds them the unmarketable parts of butchered livestock and then cries for a week when the succumb to some sort of disease they caught out on the street. If you get to know him well enough, and he really trusts you, if you ask him what he wants most to be he will readily say 'a father'. Comradery also comes natural to him, and he is intensely loyal to his country. On a deeper level, his dedication extends to friends and actual family without question.

Making Andrei angry is a terrible idea. This is partially because it would take an exceedingly large amount of effort (and dear god you'd have no life if you were just sitting around trying to irritate him) and partially because he'd crush you like the flies he despises so. He does not seem to know his strength, and despite being your typical gentle giant will not be thinking about how badly he might injure you with his great meaty shovel hands when you make the bad decision of sassing him. Having established this, Andrei does not have a good perception of sarcasm, and his sense of humor is restricted to how much of the joke he understands. He'll still laugh to fit in, though.

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History

Born in Kiev to a half-Romanian family, Andrei was the least bright of seven children. In his earliest youth, he did well enough in school. That was, of course, back in the grades where hard work could sometimes make up for a lack of cognitive abilities- and work hard he did. There was nothing else he was particularly good at academically, anyways. However, once he hit grade 8, he was no longer able to make up for his natural dimness by way of hours of studying. His family, having already gone through the effort of putting four sons through college, didn't have the funds or the energy to attempt to salvage him with a tutor; the logical decision was to pull him out of school and train him to help them with their pharmacy.

Andrei left one day. Why isn't certain, not even to him. Often, if this part crops up conversationally, he will simply smile and shrug and say: "Because. I left because." Cropping up one day, he made a life for himself in his new home by partnering up with one of his cousins, Constantine Lucescu, who ran a grocery store with his uncle's help. He was employed as a store butcher and as a part-time janitor, quickly learning to do both things as well as one possibly could. The store profited from his ability to finely cut meat and ensure that as much as was edible could be used efficiently while preserving quality. Compared to his cousin's intrinsic laziness and general shortcomings, he became the favorite within only a few years. Eventually, Constantine left without warning the same way Andrei abandoned home, and his uncle's health began to ail. The man died, of course, leaving the young Andrei to take on the role of taking care of the grocer's, which was small enough for him to handle both as a space and as a financial asset.

Nowadays, the guy more or less just runs the entire twenty-by-twenty foot shop from behind the meat counter and can always be seen either chopping a loin of some sort into thin, aesthetically pleasant slices or sitting behind it with a cigarette half out his mouth, listening to one fellow citizen or another's life story.

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Extra:
Theme/s:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=woAcXSMyCEw I've seen the butcher by Deftones

[eden .]

[ @nick: will add you. I know you can draw pics so I'll just assume that'll be there. ]