ＣＨＥＲＵＢ ; ｓｅｍｉ-ｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅ ; ｃｌｏｓｅｄ.

[diamonds;;]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"...h...hey.
i am elena"

her old name was alice savannah clearwater, but she changed it to morgan isabellia skye dale. it was edited due to identity reasons.

{ nícknαmєs ;
"please, call
me dale or kenzi.
i rarely go by
anything else."

logan, kenzi, blye and dale are some of her common nicknames used. people sometimes just call her morgan.

{ αgє ;
"i am only
a rookie, and i am
only just ten."

ten, only just. she is one of the younger cherub agents, but do not doubt her, she is itelligent and athletic. morgan has only just begun training.

{ gєndєr ;
"i am
a girl,
clearly"

despite being a tomboy and very boisterous, morgan is clearly effeminate. this is an obvious question.

{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"i am small
and i have blue
eyes."

Emotive eyes of a colour so pacific blue, an iris of pure and lustful sapphire and flecks turquoise show all emotions that lead to her soul, and when at her most devious and deceitful and light up like a solar system of blue stars that glitter and are most radiant at night, when the moonlight’s chaste emission shines down and filters through clouds to reach her face and grant more than pools of colour, a full view of feelings and a whole story that is to end in an unknown path of fate, complemented by long and graceful eye-lashed that are accented by a rimming of black giving to an almost innocent appearance that could fool a man without a word being spoken, and striking blonde, almost considered as light as a star in a galaxy, with highlights of fair brown streaks and under layers of a pale brown as sun rarely ever reaches the very bottom layer of thick locks of gold and curls of bronze that falls freely and nicely to halfway down her back, thickness fading as it reaches the ends which is sometimes tied pack with wavy strands escaping the bob and falling over her eyes wildly, her side fringe almost always over one eye or the other, and greatly accented by thin eye brows that arch over her eyes of sparkling, dancing and flickering blue like mentioned only a short while ago, but are thicker than most and a smile of a sealed promise, and devious smirk or a grin of humour hidden in the very corner of lips, often said to be as red as roses those of which accent her entire faceHer face is a heart shaped figure, thin with slightly and naturally raised cheek bones that makes a bright and smooth appearance that is figured nicely, and unique to. Long, elegant neck makes her posture to be nicely held, and a relaxed pose with good shoulder length adds to her very and naturally thin torso, as it looks as almost unhealthy, even though she thinks there is much more weight to loose, and if she does, there will be nothing left of her. An athletic build, this could be described as, she does do many sports such as running, climbing and gymnastics, and a major in swimming, holding her breath underwater until her entire body became numb and weak. Her build is curvy and at a petite height of 3’’11, a very, very small build. This girl’s fingers are nimble and always find their own job such as playing with her hair, tapping, climbing, foraging or hiding in the grasses, anything that can distract her brain from the harsh world that occasionally bore her. Her legs are long and thin, her calves well rounded and small feet. This girl has no real clothing style, it is just clothes that she pulls out of her closet and it just happens to look good on her. Anything goes, anything fits is something what this young girl says when she pits something on and makes her own style. However, if she had a set name to her clothes it will probably fit with 'waterproof', 'streetwise' and always wears her purple or red converse. Her frequently worn accessories is her mother's bracelet, the only thing she has from her mother, and her black and silver wrist bands scattered around her wrists, even on both sides. Now, her clothing also reflects on her personality at the moment in time, or her emotions and it just adds to her unique style of dressing. Her outfits are mostly in style, and casual long White tops and waterproof pants.

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"argentinean."

morgan was born in argentina, but moved to england as a child. she speaks both portugese and english, but it is accented.

{ hєíght ;
"i am very
small."

morgan is four foot exactly, being very small and light on her feet. you may think she is younger, possibly around the age of six or seven, but in truth she is older. if it wasn't for her mature attitude and strong vocabulary, you would be mistaken her for a younger girl, with only her birth cetificate against your judge of character.

{ wєíght ;
"i am
light, that
is all i
know"

morgan is quite light on her feet, being only fourty two pounds, being only three stone.

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"character quote."

{ must be natural. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"character quote."

{ must be natural. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"character quote."

{ for example, piercings. no tattoos, they are all too young. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"character quote."

{ at least three lines. must be detailed. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"character quote."

{ at least five lines. must be detailed. include how they got here and how their parents died. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"character quote."

{ obviously no parents, but any other living family and friends. }

{ crush ;
"character quote."

{ don't start off with one. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"character quote."

{ don't start off with one. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"character quote."

{ explains itself. }

{ pєts ;
"character quote."

{ only for kids aged six to ten. only small indoor animals. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"character quote."

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

{ líkєs ;
"character quote."

{ any likes. }

{ díslíkєs ;
"character quote."

{ any dislikes. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"character quote."

{ straight, bi etc. }

{ σthєr ;
"character quote."

{ optional. }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''character quote.''

{ look at the front page for information on the shirt colours. only start out with a red, orange or blue shirt for the moment. If older than 12, they can have a grey shirt, but only if you PM me. }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''character quote.''

{ choose from stealth, combat, social and equipment. }

{ rσσm ;
''character quote.''

{ you can have numbers 200 to 250 for now. }

[Katniss Mellark]

{I love CHERUB C: Could you please reserve me a female? I'm not able to spend much time on the computer until next week wednesday because of exams >.<}

[weightless.]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Liam O'Sullivan. Nice to meet you."

{ Liam O'Sullivan and was born Liam Fray. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Um, Liam. I guess."

{ He doesn't care what you call him as long as it isn't offensive. }

{ αgє ;
"Thirteen going on thirty, according to [i]some people."[/i]

{ Thirteen, birthday November 22nd. }

{ gєndєr ;
"... If you can't tell, I'm a boy."

{ male. }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I'm pretty gorgeous, if you ask me. No, I'm totally kidding. Heh."

{ Liam has dark brown hair that can sometimes be mistaken for black. He has blue, sparkling eyes that are full of life. He is tall for his age- about five foot nine, and he's slim, from all the training and missions. He always has a grin on his face, and his skin is slightly tanned. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"My ma was from Ireland, but I moved here after she died."

{ Irish. }

{ hєíght ;
"Tall for my age. Around five foot eight, I think."

{ five foot nine inches. }

{ wєíght ;
"I eat like a pig, that's all I'm saying."

{ 135 lbs. He's slim but not very. }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Dark brown."

{ Dark brown that can often be mistaken for black. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Blue."

{ Bright blue. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"I have a scar on my hand from basic training, when one of the instructors stood on it."

{ A small scar on his hand about the size of a penny. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Normally the uniform, but when I'm doing missions and stuff I like to wear jeans and dark coloured tops. Ooh, and I like hats."

{ He wears dark band tops or graphic shirts, which mostly have "amusing" jokes on them. He almost always has a hat on his head, whether it be one that covers his ears, a panda hat, or most commonly, a beanie. When he's forced to dress up for special occasions he wears a shirt with a loose tie and jeans. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"I lived in Ireland until I was eleven, ye can tell by the accent. My ma died when I was ten. I don't like talking about it."

{ He lived with his mum until she died in a car crash when he was ten. He never knew who his father was. He was shifted around foster homes, each one rejecting him because of "behavioral issues." His social workers eventually decided to move him to England for a "new walk" of life. He was only at his children's home for a matter of weeks before he joined CHERUB. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I'm friends with everyone, I suppose. I like talking."

{ His dad might be alive, but he never knew. He never really had a close friend, he preferred being friends with everyone and changing between friendship groups when he got bored. He tries to get along with everyone on campus. }

{ crush ;
"Heh heh. Why you asking that, ey?"

{ None. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Well, you know, being the gorgeous and hilarious person I am, I'm surprised I don't have one."

{ None. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I don't like tight spaces, I feel the need to lash out."

{ Liam is a compulsive nail biter, and he has very severe claustrophobia, which was only worsened in basic training. He tries to act tough whenever he's around his friends, but shove him into a cupboard and he'll break down within minutes. }

{ pєts ;
"None.."

{ None. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I'm funny and sweet. What's there not to like?"

{ Liam is, to say the least, a bit boastful. He means it in a joking way, but to people that don't know him he can come across as big-headed. He loves eating and is normally the last one in the dining room in the mornings. He's very funny when he wants to be, but isn't very good with actually talking to people who are sad- he cheers them up by acting like an idiot. He's awkward when it comes to girls. }

{ líkєs ;
"Pizza, food, dogs, did I mention food?"

{ He likes eating, obviously, and likes dogs or other animals. }

{ díslíkєs ;
"I don't like loud music- lame, right?"

{ He doesn't like heavy metal music, or small spaces. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"Straight."

{ Straight }

{ σthєr ;

{ none. }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''I'm a grey shirt, have been for a while.''

{ He left basic training about a year ago, and is a grey shirt.. }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''I like tech things.''

{ equipment. }

{ rσσm ;
''237.''

{ 237. }

[west ,]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Liam O'Sullivan. Nice to meet you."

{ Liam O'Sullivan and was born Liam Fray. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Um, Liam. I guess."

{ He doesn't care what you call him as long as it isn't offensive. }

{ αgє ;
"Thirteen going on thirty, according to [i]some people."[/i]

{ Thirteen, birthday November 22nd. }

{ gєndєr ;
"... If you can't tell, I'm a boy."

{ male. }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I'm pretty gorgeous, if you ask me. No, I'm totally kidding. Heh."

{ Liam has dark brown hair that can sometimes be mistaken for black. He has blue, sparkling eyes that are full of life. He is tall for his age- about five foot nine, and he's slim, from all the training and missions. He always has a grin on his face, and his skin is slightly tanned. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"My ma was from Ireland, but I moved here after she died."

{ Irish. }

{ hєíght ;
"Tall for my age. Around five foot eight, I think."

{ five foot nine inches. }

{ wєíght ;
"I eat like a pig, that's all I'm saying."

{ 135 lbs. He's slim but not very. }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Dark brown."

{ Dark brown that can often be mistaken for black. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Blue."

{ Bright blue. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"I have a scar on my hand from basic training, when one of the instructors stood on it."

{ A small scar on his hand about the size of a penny. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Normally the uniform, but when I'm doing missions and stuff I like to wear jeans and dark coloured tops. Ooh, and I like hats."

{ He wears dark band tops or graphic shirts, which mostly have "amusing" jokes on them. He almost always has a hat on his head, whether it be one that covers his ears, a panda hat, or most commonly, a beanie. When he's forced to dress up for special occasions he wears a shirt with a loose tie and jeans. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"I lived in Ireland until I was eleven, ye can tell by the accent. My ma died when I was ten. I don't like talking about it."

{ He lived with his mum until she died in a car crash when he was ten. He never knew who his father was. He was shifted around foster homes, each one rejecting him because of "behavioral issues." His social workers eventually decided to move him to England for a "new walk" of life. He was only at his children's home for a matter of weeks before he joined CHERUB. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"I'm friends with everyone, I suppose. I like talking."

{ His dad might be alive, but he never knew. He never really had a close friend, he preferred being friends with everyone and changing between friendship groups when he got bored. He tries to get along with everyone on campus. }

{ crush ;
"Heh heh. Why you asking that, ey?"

{ None. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Well, you know, being the gorgeous and hilarious person I am, I'm surprised I don't have one."

{ None. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I don't like tight spaces, I feel the need to lash out."

{ Liam is a compulsive nail biter, and he has very severe claustrophobia, which was only worsened in basic training. He tries to act tough whenever he's around his friends, but shove him into a cupboard and he'll break down within minutes. }

{ pєts ;
"None.."

{ None. }


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"I'm funny and sweet. What's there not to like?"

{ Liam is, to say the least, a bit boastful. He means it in a joking way, but to people that don't know him he can come across as big-headed. He loves eating and is normally the last one in the dining room in the mornings. He's very funny when he wants to be, but isn't very good with actually talking to people who are sad- he cheers them up by acting like an idiot. He's awkward when it comes to girls. }

{ líkєs ;
"Pizza, food, dogs, did I mention food?"

{ He likes eating, obviously, and likes dogs or other animals. }

{ díslíkєs ;
"I don't like loud music- lame, right?"

{ He doesn't like heavy metal music, or small spaces. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"Straight."

{ Straight }

{ σthєr ;

{ none. }


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''I'm a grey shirt, have been for a while.''

{ He left basic training about a year ago, and is a grey shirt.. }

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''I like tech things.''

{ equipment. }

{ rσσm ;
''237.''

{ 237. }

{{ Accepted :] I'll add you to the front page now.

[shay ;]

reserve me a female please

[~*~violet thunder~*~]

I was wondering if you could please reserve me a female spot?
I don't have time to work on the form now because I have to go do homework, but I'd really love to be a part of this rp. I'll probably be able to do bits and pieces of the form and might not have it done until the weekend.
Thanks so much!

~VT

[{{ f i a s c o }}]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"..."

{ He is styled as Charles Andrew Discordia, althoguh he only ever chabged his last name because he found it too mild to fit him. He used to be called Charles Andrew Brown, but he left his old self behind as he entered his new lifestyle, finding Discordia more apt to his personality and way of being. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Charlie does fine."

{ He goes by Charlie, Drew. Discordia is reserved for his enemied, who usually mock his silent and repulsive behaviour thoroughly. }

{ αgє ;
"Sarcastic sixteen."

{Born sixteen years ago on the fourth of April, 1994}

{ gєndєr ;
".Perhaps your more lively imagination can take you elsewhere... I heard certain amoeabs enjoy up to 18 different genders..."

{Very much male; Charlie isn't in the least feminine and enjoys being masculine. There isn't much to say, is there, really? }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I'm the heaven-sent messenger for anyone that wants some..."

{ Charlie has a lithe, well-muscled body that disguise his strange antics; strong, defined arms cloak thin bones and a well-kept 'pack lies on his stomach. He has bony hands, wherein one may note the tendons wriggling under the skin and veins pulsating meekly, and an - almost - lanky frame exposed by not overly wide shoulders, jutting bones and the beggining of definiton muscle-wise.

His face could be described simply as jaunt, not plain, angular, alike the rest of his features. His semblant is usually composed, although his facial expressions vary from moment to moment, becoming the bubbling laughter in an akward situation or the ice-cold personality in a warm moment. He has thin, defined lips, and high, full chekbones, gaining a dimple to his right side when smiling. He has straight, white teeth, and a nerve-inspiring smile; his eyes usually reflecting his thoughts on the situation - ie. he may seem composed yet maintain sparkling eyes or smile warmly with nothing but hatred in them - in their unnerving, misguiding way. He has long brown eyelashes with similar, un-crowded yet unkempt eyebrows that frame his strange eyes; a pair of dim, unnequal gems coloured in turqoise and cloudy-sky blue. However, this difference is minimal from afar and can only be noticed from three or four - at most - metres away.

He weighs 65kg, and is 1.75 metres high, giving him a very lanky - not burly - appearance.

He has deep russet hair, and wears it unkempt, casually. It is not excedingly long, and has a bit of a lank curl to it.

His stance is complicated in the way that he carries himself in a nochalant manner most of the time with a hint of cockyness and strength, which makes him stand out as he seems to look bored but usually isn't. However, he can become rigid in a manner of seconds, neat, poised, elegant, but still keep his hands in his pockets and smile silkily to his opponnent. This boy is a two-face, and he isn't that afraid to hide it, rather displaying it subtly as to confuse others on his direction in thought by raising his tone while remaining calm or making his posture aggressive while smiling inocently.

His voice is like silver; solid and spiked when dangerous, silky and flowingly liquid when deceptive and basically non-existant, gaseous, when stunned for words, which is not often. His voice might be considered irritating by some, but it is actually quite attractive and unusual in the way that it changes state more often than not.

In the past, he has earned a bit of money in the role of modelling, which makes it hard for Charlie not to know he is slightly handsome. He keeps his body well-toned; Charlie enjoys working out just for the strain of it.}

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"A strange mixture that provides most usefull."

{Part german, part polish, part british.}

{ hєíght ;
"Too tall to pass unnoticed."

{ 1.75m }

{ wєíght ;
"Lanky describes me best."

{ 65kg }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Uninteresting."

{ A musty brown mixed with russet tones. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"my only noticeable feature."

{An unnerving two-toned pair of dim gems. One is caribbean water aquamarine qhile the other is a clear sky blue. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Couple of scars here and there..."

{ Minor scars, and a great, long gash that runs from the top of his left sgoulder to his right hip on his back, from a terrbile plane crash. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"..."

{ Charlie's style is casual; he sports cargo pants, jeans, t-shirts and the occasional shirt and tie when formalwear is required. He usually wears trainers, Vans or converse, whatever. It's not as if he really cares that much. Colorwise, he usually wears greys, dark colors. He doesn't like very bright colours, but sometimes wears graphic blood red or pale blue tee's; they bring his eyes out. It all really depends on what his mood is at that precise moment. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"pretty decent until my parents died."

{ Charlie was born into a wealthy but frayed family life. His parents argued constantly, but Charlie could not complain. He got taken care of and got his education payed, along with his costly medical apointments and bills. He travelled to and from his various family homes, learning how to speak polish, german, french and english fluently, sparing him the necessity of learning any extra languages except from russian, which he takes to easily, on the CHERU B campus. However, his grades soon began to detiriorate and he was soon diagnosed with mild depression and anxiety, paired with paranoid schizophrenia as problems at home got worse and worse. His mental health continued to worsen, and, after filing for divorce, Charlie was on the verge of going crazy.

His mother, now in charge of him, soon became worried and decided to fly him over, with his father, who grudgingly agreed to go with them, to a Medical Centre in Zurich.

(Heir plane crashed, killing almost the whole convo. Somehow, Charlie managed to survive. He was immediately transported, maimed and with a huge, almost 50cm laceration across his back, to a hospital. On the way there, summed in hysteria, he severly hurt one of the crew and managed to knock one uncocncious.

Now considered dangerous, and with a further fear of flying, enclosed spaces and needles, he was locked up in an asylum for three weeks for intense therapy in an asylum, money being no problem after his parents left him a wealthy legacy.

His paranoid mindset now under control using heavy medication, he was not removed from the institution and into an orphanage as he was 'too dangerous' and nobody would want to adopt a twelve year old paranoid and mildly schizophrenic child that had nearly killed two people. Instead, somehow, he was removed from the institution, secretely, from germany into the CHERUB campus. He passed training with flying clours and is now waiting to be tested more seriously./color]

[color=#00BFFF]{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"... All dead and gone, like dust in the wind..."

{ He is an orphan, and, being a socialy disturbed person, he jas little to no friends. }

{ crush ;
"..."

{ He might develop one, yet he doubts it will ever work out.}

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"...Right."

{Again, he doubts it'll amount to anything. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Paranoid."

{ He has mild obsessive compulsive disorder, boosted by occasional bouts of paranoic schizophrenia. He is claustrophobic and has fear of heights and planes, flying and helicopters.[/colo]


[color=#00BFFF]{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"... You most likely will find me odious."

{ Charlie can be quite confusing. He comes across as the cold guy, the uninterested one, the one that does not care for what surrounds him, the one that enjoys sarcasm and wit, and uses it way too often. He always acts chill and composed, but, deep down, he cares. It's just that he's been cheated by life so many times, he can't bother to show anymore. He'd rather just wait for that special someone to open up his badly stitched up seams, and close them properly.

Charlie is very partial to eye-raising, cocky wit, sarcastic retorts, eyebrow wiggling and suppressing dramatic sighs. He's quiet; whomever manages to wring a word out of him is actually quite lucky. He never means any wrong, but he usually gets into bad starts with everyone because he's pesimistic about life. However, he couldn't seem to care less, and will shrug off any blaspheming with a well practiced, nochalant shrug.

This is all explained by his mucked up past. Charlie cannot care to give a turd until someone shows that they might want to help him. Only then, and under very special circumstances, will Charlie begin to change for the better.

His paranoias and mild, sporadic schizophrenia can convert Charile into a wild sibject, but he has somehow managed to grasp control over his personality. He has been clinically adressed as bipolar, but controls his mood swings tactfully and manages them well. This makes him subject of slight babying by some of the staff members, making them think him as unreliable on misions. However, being paranoid grants him great care and obsession over the well-being of things, making him one of the most successfull - with almost 95 percent success rate - stealth agents. However, no one has deemed him good enough to grant him a navy shirt yet. }

{ líkєs ;
"Summer breezes."

{ -the number four and any divisible by four numbers - related to his OCD.
-the colour gray
-silence
-peaches
-walking under the rain
-darkness
-music
-shakespeare
-open spaces
-prime numbers
-winter
-the cold
-physical duress
-being tested

{ díslíkєs ;
"My medication."

{ -being babied
-his attackers - related to his schizophrenia
-sarcasm
-hypocrites
-heat
-his mental issues and how they stop him from getting better
-jungles
-ice
-poliester
-the color green
-the colour yellow. }

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"..."

{ Straight.}


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Yeah yeah, smartass, not funny.''

{ grey. He is dying to prove himself.}

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''One moment you see me, the next I'm a shadow.'

{ stealth}

{ rσσm ;
''OOh, so now we have a curious rat, don't we?''

{ 259 }

[ѕнαdy]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Hunter Jayson Hale."

At birth the male was named Leonardo Huntre Lawrence Rahem Jacon Hale-Mevik. He changed that without a thought by making sure his official papers went up in smoke. Hunter found himself at a more normal level with his new name, and adaptation of his birth name.

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Hunter."

Even though his name is longer he can't hint of any nicknames. When he first adapted his name some people called him Jay, but he is over that now.

{ αgє ;
"Old enough."

He was born on a bright day in July. Hunter can't remember the date, but he thinks it was the twenty-fifth. That was just of fifteen years ago.

{ gєndєr ;
"Ma'am, I'll let you check. Sir, you bett step back before I gut you."

Male.


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"I take after my grandfather. He was a war hero."

In today's world, Hunter would make the perfect fullback in American football. He's tall, just two inches short of six feet, and muscular- though he's tall enough it doesn't always show. His hair is pretty long, but not in a creepy or lazy way. In fact, he is quite the sex-image to ladies his age. Some people are a little disturbed by the sheer size of his hands, and others by the way he writes. A lefty all the way, and he writes with his pencil held between his palm and thumb, making a fist.

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Half German, Half British."

His mother was full on German, looking like your perfect Aryan. However, his father was British, and gifted him his looks.

{ hєíght ;
"Taller than you."

5'10

{ wєíght ;
"A muscle filled two hundred eighty pounds."

280 lbs.

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Dark brown."

His hair is a nice shade of brown, quite dark- though not to the extent of being black in appearance.

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Light Blue."

His right eye is a perfectly icy shade of blue, stunning when you catch it. The left is a few shades darker -inexplicably so.

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Can't you see all my facial piercings?"

None.

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Whatever is in the closet."

At any place where a shirt is optional, it won't be there. Hunter doesn't believe in shirts, and thinks that they get in the way a lot. Usually he just wears pants and forgets everything else. Besides socks. The boy has socks with grippy bottoms and is often seen wearing them.


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"This might take awhile."

At the time of Hunter's birth, his parents were in Germany. During the first year of his life, a lot happened. His mother died of a form of cancer, and his father committed suicide due to the pain. Tanner, Hunter's father, had chosen a home only two floors away from his parents. After hearing the baby cry for hours they went to check on him and found a baby, alone in his crib. Hunter was taken in without question by the old war hero and his wife.

At the age of six, he had entered a time of extreme importance. His grandfather, Tarut, was going through minor forms of depression. Meanwhile Ana, still sane, cared for Hunter nonstop. After his grandfather died of a heart attack, Hunter and Ana were alone. While out in a walk one day Ana collapsed, and a confused Hunter stood, and when she whispered to him that everything was going to be okay- he merely needed to go home, he listened.

After understanding that his grandmother wasn't going to come back he left. Wandering the streets for a few years before coming to CHERUB four years previous of now.

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"Dead."

He has no known living family, and he has remained in the thought that love kills all in the end since he was young.

{ crush ;
"Her name? Food."

-

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Straight and single."

-

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"I like to run around shirtless, eat baby dogs, and every once in a while I get bored and start killing people."

Hunter often runs around half naked. Other than that he likes to draw and make people laugh. He fears betrayal, cheaters, and love.

{ pєts ;
"I had a cat."

It died.


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"Hmph."

People move in groups, it's just a habit. Safety in numbers, right? There's always one person at the front of the group. They walk taller and carry pride in their step. That person is the alpha, boss, leader, and sole dependence of that group. That person is Hunter. He takes control in every situation without a doubt, easily finding the best route. Instinct, Impulse, Innovation- those three things lead his being and personality toward its peak. Never does he think twice, he acts pausing to think afterwards. This directly influences his sarcasm which is blatantly obvious.

{ líkєs ;
"Food and- other pleasures."

If it can feed him, make him smile, or pleasure him in any way, he likes it.

{ díslíkєs ;
"You."

Babies, Asians, and small people freak him out. Along with that he doesn't like the color black, nor the depression that people carry.

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"WOMEN."

Heterosexual

{ σthєr ;
"Your pushy."

-


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''That half black half white color.''

Grey/Gray

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Killing you.''

He is strongest in combat, but is also skilled in stealth.

{ rσσm ;
''Satan minus four hundred.''

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{{ Accepted :] Anyone else want to join? If you want you can invite people.

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