ＣＨＥＲＵＢ ; ｓｅｍｉ-ｌｉｔｅｒａｔｅ ; ｃｌｏｓｅｄ.

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

One question; could my agent work his way through basic training with the newer recruits even though he technically already has completed it? It could be a way of measuring his level of sanity before sending him on any real missions, and I think it could provide for some interesting plot points. If not, I completely undersrand, and agree with it

[Katniss Mellark]

( I'm working on the form, I think I'll be able to finish it in the weekend, so don't think I've forgotten it. It's good to get to know every little detail about one's character, only it takes so long to do x] )

[Noel]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"Just read this ->"

Skye Kurone -born Xavier Briht-

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"None."

Sky-sky, if one doesn't value their life.

{ αgє ;
"Seventeen"

Skye's chosen birthday is November 14th, fifteen years ago. His actual age is unknown, though when he was first discovered thirteen years previously, it was estimated he was two. He likes to say he's seventeen, which is clearly a large overestimate.

{ gєndєr ;
"Obviously male."

Male, although, to his annoyance, he looks more feminine then otherwise.


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"With luck I won't have to meet you, therefor you'll never know."

While technically a fifteen year old boy, he looks anything but that. He looks younger then he is, standing at 5'4 and weighting less then average by a considerable bit. His face is childish, with smooth features and his pale green eyes are large and held wide. His face shows what he's thinking, never blank and always moving, either just his eyebrows slanting at the slightest annoyance, or his mouth tugging into his constant grin.

He's not a noticeable figure, and has very few noticeable features about him for one to normally see. His ears are pierced though he rarely wears anything in them, and the only scar that can be easily seen is a small one above his right eye. Skye does stand out a bit among the other CHERUB recruits with dull, nearly white brown hair that's a few shades lighter then his skin color, but it's not that strange so he doesn't give a second thought about it. He has a large burn scar stretching from the base of his neck down his back, that he generally keeps hidden. Skye wears his hair long, reaching down his neck, to help with hiding the burn. It's always messy and refusing to stay even remotely flat, so when it gets in his way too much -which is to say, most of the time- he ties it back into a short little ponytail.

He's in that awkward stage before a growth-spurt where his limbs are off proportion, and everything about him is slim, though there is a faint layer of muscle there. Heavy-lifting is something that is clearly beyond what this small boy can do, but to make up for that his legs are long and he can run at speeds one would find hard to believe from such a child.

And then, like mentioned earlier, it's not hard at all for one to mistaken him for a female. In all honesty if he put on a dress, very few would give him a second glance. This irritates him greatly and he usually sticks to the usual outfit, in a size too large for him as to keep it from restricting movement.

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"No clue."

Australian, though his parents moved out of Australia before he was born.

{ hєíght ;
"Irritatingly short."

5'4

{ wєíght ;
"Not your business."

95 pounds

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Um... brown?"

Very light brown, further described in description.

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"Green. Clearly."

A pale, dull green.

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"Well, pierced ears. Nothing else."

He has one scar above his right eye that normally his hair hides, along with pierced ears, and a very impressive burn mark across his back. His hands are scarred from many cuts through the years and one particularly cold year when he was younger and took frostbite.

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"Simple. 'Nuff said."

Skye wears loose clothing that won't hinder movement, generally a tee-shirt and shorts of a dark color, usually dark green or black. A simple brown belt and gloves go along with that, the latter of which he wears constantly, almost on compulsion. As for shoes, he likes to be barefoot as it's the quietest, but often times the ground will cut up his feet is he does so and he reverts to a simple pair of sneakers or the like, which Skye has tampered with to be near soundless.


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"The past is unimportant. And it's not your business. Shoo."

Little Skye was born to parents who hadn't wanted a child, or at least that's what he's assuming now, years later. he's never known, as he was only four when he was dropped off at a orphanage, and never returned for. It was soon discovered that Skye's birth was not at a hospital and never put on record, so they had no way of know who his parents were, let alone find them. And that he technically never existed, which later would prove useful to him. Making him an actual read identity was tried, but little did anyone know that the documents were lost in transit. No one ever cared to check; he was just another kid, after all.
But Skye was never a stable mind. He was sent off to a foster home a few months after his sixth birthday, which he hated. The parents were mostly in it for the money, and while they weren't exactly cruel, they were far from caring either. They ignored him, often forgetting general necessities that someone his age had trouble with, such as getting food. Within a year, Skye packed up the few things he owned in a backpack he had stolen for him adoptive parents, and was out the door.
Living in the streets was the life he lived for the next five and a half years. It's not like he could get a job, as young as he was with so little education, and he refused to let himself be caught and returned to his foster parents. So Skye learned a different method of getting what he needed to stay alive: stealing. Finding overhangs to sleep in and hidden caches to hide what he took, Skye lived.
Through some miracle, he was never caught by someone who called police on him. Several times he was by those who just made him return what he had taken, but that mattered little. After those years, Skye had become very good at what he did: making other's possessions his. He could barely read, but he could sneak through security and more without anyone realizing.
Skye had always expected his free life would come to end some day when he tripped up or tried something too difficult and was caught. That's not what happened though. Instead, just barely thirteen at the time, Skye was merely wandering through the streets as he often did when he wasn't sure what else to do, when he was stopped by two wandering officers. Skye panicked and tried to run, but they were at least two feet taller then him and caught up with ease. They didn't guess that he was a thief, but he was clearly a parents, homeless child. Back to the orphanage, but it was a different one from his first. In the middle of a more populated area with electronic locks on the doors, running away was all but impossible. A child with no education nor friends, who was feral by nature, it was a hellish life. The other children either avoided him or tripped him up wherever he went, all too overjoyed that there was a 'stupid' boy to gang up on.
But it seemed that some did know that the small child, who was retreating into corners as far away from others as he could, as more then he appeared. Someone knew that the boy had talent as a thief, and intended to make use of that. Five months thirteen, someone stopped Skye on his way to another class where they would try to teach him things he didn't understand. He didn't believe it, who would? But anything was better then his current life, so he followed them.
Immediately, he knew that he belonged there. Okay, maybe not belonged, but it was one of few places he could stay and not suffer. These other children were like him. Skye's urge to runaway remains always, never liking the constraints of buildings or responsibility, but he hasn't attempted to flee yet and doesn't plan on it.

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"Course none."

Any living family is unknown to him, and he hardly has any friends outside of CHERUB.

{ crush ;
"You're kidding, right?"

None.

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Um, no. Just... no."

Once again, none.

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"Okay, I like to steal, I like to run, I like to annoy people. I hate water, I hate open areas. Done."

He's a kleptomaniac by nature; any shiny trinket, or just anything that catches his eye, Skye immediately wants to be his and no one else's. Having been on the streets for years where anything could end up being life-saving, Skye is a hoarder and has trouble throwing anything away. He finds the most obscure of places to hide his things, and other things that have become his, and will deny that he's being possessive. Hyperactivity has always been a problem for him, and Skye is rarely seen still, and when he's forced to sit he'll be tapping away at whatever is near him, eyes darting around the room as if looking for an excuse to get up and run. As for fears, he has claustrophobia and severe hydrophobia. Large, empty spaces are painful for him, and he'll be in a small panic if there's nothing but openness around him. As for water, small amounts don't bother him, such as a glassful or a small puddle. But on a larger scale, like a pool or downpour, Skye is absolutely terrified and convinced he'll drown just by being near it. His thoughts freeze up just that the idea of it, and he will do anything to avoid it. Obviously, he can't swim.

{ pєts ;
"I like animals, but I don't keep them."

None, too old anyways.


{{ ít's thє ínsídє thαt cσunts.

{ pєrsσnαlítч ;
"...Meet me."

Skye is an interesting child, to say the least. It's hardly to be expected that he could be even slightly normal after spending seven years on the streets with as little human contact as he could manage. Luckily for him, Skye adapted quickly to a more regular life after entering CHERUB, but he's still retained many of his quirks from before.

To start, it's best to say now that he's neither a very stable mind nor a peaceful one. His emotions are like a pendulum, always swinging. His mood-swings are constant, normal for him but seemingly bizarre to others. One minute he can be laughing at the simplest of things, the next ready to rip someone apart with his bare hands. Usually it takes some sort of trigger for a mood-swing, a large improvement from wen he first arrived when it was random, but that trigger can be simple, even just a simple accidental push, or bad weather.

More often then not, thankfully, Skye is in a blankly cheery mood, unable to care about anything that could upset him or the potential bad moods of others. He'll laugh at small, needless things, and will have his usual grin spread wide on his face. No matter how random the stranger, Skye will be chattering on needlessly about anything that pops to mind, assuming they're as happy as he is despite any obvious signs that they're not. This state is his default, though easy to get him out of it. Despite the blank, cheery smile on his face, there is more in his mind. First off, he gives nothing way about himself unknowingly, any details he might say are because he thought it through and chose to. Second, he's paranoid and eternally skeptical and suspicious. An innocent phrase could be easily mistaken in Skye's head to be something much worse, and from the minute he has, however ridiculous, a reason to be suspicious of someone he will not trust them again.

On the note of people he's suspicious of, they fall onto the list of possible victims. That list is most people, as he doesn't like most people. With kleptomania eating away at his sanity day and night, he's forever going behind people's back and making their possessions his own. He tends to target those that he doesn't like for this, making anything they wave in front of his face accidentally or deliberately disappear shortly after. Skye is also one who doesn't understand that was he does can end up hurting people, or just doesn't care. Cursed with a love of pranks, traps, and 'jokes', Skye is constantly tripping up people he doesn't like, either just with words, rumors, literally, through little traps he scatters, or at the top of a flight of stairs. Which he choses is random, unfortunately.

Skye has anger issues. Restraining himself is something that happens rarely, only when it is highly important that he not hurt anyone. There is a line between 'happy' and 'ready to kill' in his mind, but it varies and there is no middle. Somedays it would take a serious injury to anger him, these are his good days. Other times, a simple verbal jab or the like will make him launch at whoever did it and attack them with whatever is in his hands.

'Street-smarts' he has, to a great extend. General intelligent and common sense around other people he doesn't. Skye acts oddly, strangely jumpy, strangely and always distracted, and lacking in all manners and curtsey whatsoever. He certainly doesn't seem nearly as wild and bizarre as he did a year and a half earlier, and in a conversation doesn't sound all that odd. But there's no missing that Skye is not a typical child, especially once the mood-swings set in.

{ líkєs ;
"Oooh, chocolate-"

Skye has simple likings. Sweets are probably the highest thing on the list, anything with sugar really is something he'll become obsessed with. It's childish, yes, but he doesn't care. Dark weather, a cloudy sky for example, are calming for him, as well as general dark colored things. He loves small animals, particularly anything that could be even slightly considered 'fluffy'. Small areas, forests, and things mostly uninhabited are where he prefers to be if he has the option. Skye is nearly nocturnal and would be if he had the choice, another remnant from when he was on the streets; it's much easier to rob people when they're asleep.

{ díslíkєs ;
"You, for asking."

Let's see... what Skye hates -he doesn't 'dislike' things, just hate them- is completely random and unexplainable. In accordance with his sweets obsession, vegetables have found a place on the long list of things he hates. Bright sunlight or lights all but blind him. 90% of people fit onto this list, as Skye's default mood towards other people is hate rather then being neutral. With severe hydrophobia he obviously hates anything to do with water, and open areas are hellish in general. Anyone who seems smart is annoying to his uneducated self, and he detested anything to do with schoolwork.

{ σríєntαtíσn ;
"I don't like people."

He's homosexual, but he both doesn't admit that he could actually like someone, both to other people and himself.

{ σthєr ;
"Nothing else I can think of."

Nothing.


{{ CHERUB.

{ shírt cσlσur ;
''Blue. You know, I can't swim and all. Every time, I fail that, training restarts.''

He's blue, though if he could conquer his fear of water and actually try to make his education be better then that of a second or so grader, he would probably be grey.

{ strσngєst αrєα ;
''Well, I'm good at stealing things...''

Stealth. Small and not exactly strong, combat is hardly a good choice. Feral from years of living on the streets, social is same. He has trouble even reading, so equipment it out. Thankfully, Skye is highly good at what he actually can do.

{ rσσm ;
''I forgot.''

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[snowshoe.]

My charrie is named Skye. xD

[Noel]

My charrie is named Skye. xD

((Oh... whoops. >_< Do you mind having two characters have the same name, or do you want me to change it?))

[Small-but_deadly]

[I've finished my form on page 4]

[Katniss Mellark]

{{ hєч. ít's nícє tσ mєєt чσu!

{ nαmє ;
"I'm Alex"

{ Born as Alex Moore, but she changed it into Alex Campbell. }

{ nícknαmє/s ;
"Well, I think Alex is short enough, don't you?"

{ She doesn't really like nicknames for some reason. }

{ αgє ;
"I turn fifteen in one month and four days."

{ She's born on July 18th 1997, which makes her fourteen years old. }

{ gєndєr ;
"Is my name so confusing?"

{ She's female. }


{{ lσσkíng ín thє mírrσr...

{ σvєrαll αppєαrαncє ;
"What do you want me to say?"

{ Alex looks pretty young. She hasn't hit puberty yet so she does not have any curves and is pretty small. People often mistake her age. She's insecure about that, but on the other hand, she doesn't mind being called cute. She has thin lips and a tip-tilted nose. She is skinny and toned, because she loves running. Her left leg is a few cm shorter than her right one, but her shoes are adapted so she can walk normally. }

{ nαtíσnαlítч ;
"Dutch and British."

{ Her mother was Dutch, her father British. Alex was born in the Netherlands, but they moved to London when she was three years old. She isn't able to speak Dutch. Alex has no real connection to the Netherlands. }

{ hєíght ;
"I'm tiny!"

{ 5'1" fairly small, because she has not had her growing spurt yet. She still has to shop for clothes in the children's department, which she finds embarassing. }

{ wєíght ;
"I can eat whatever I want, haha!"

{ 45 kg (= about 100 lbs) She's small. She's on the edge of being underweight, but she eats a lot. }

{ hαír cσlσur ;
"Chocolate!"

{ Her hair is chocolate brown. It is straight and medium length, and she loves braiding it. }

{ єчє cσlσur ;
"It matches my hair"

{ Also brown. Her eyes always tell how she feels, they are truly the mirror of her soul. }

{ scαrs / bσdч mσdífícαtíσns ;
"A few scars here and there..."

{ She has a thin scar on her chin which is only visible when she tilts her head back, which she aquired aged six, when she fell off her bike. She also has a thicker scar on her left knee, which is from surgery. }

{ clσthíng stчlє ;
"I don't like fashion."

{ Alex doesn't like going along with the crowd, but also doesn't want to stand out with her style. You could call her indie, though she hates labels. She likes natural brown and green clothing, sleeves that end at the elbow, and she loves feathery accesoires. She owns three pair of Converse, and always wears skinny jeans. She dislikes leather and fur. }


{{ thє rєαl mє.

{ hístσrч ;
"Can't we skip this question?"

{ Alex was born in Amsterdam, in the Netherlands. Her mother was a talented artist, her father was a pilot in Schiphol. They were wealthy, and had a fine apartment. When she was three, her mother passed away due to internal bleedings after the premature birth of Alex' little brother Tason. Tason passed away five days later, to blood poisoning. Alex and her father then moved to London, where her father, after having recovered from a light depression, could continue his job as pilot in Heathrow. Whenever he was away for his job (with destinations all over the world, he was gone for at least two days each time), Alex stayed with her grandmother, who became like a second mother to her. Alex and her father also had a strong bond. They led a fairly happy life after what happened. As Alex grew older, her grandmother started forgetting more and more, until the point she had to be admitted to a psyciatric home for the elderly because she was so paranoid that she was too scared to leave the house anymore. She died one week later. Alex' father got into another depression, but a heavier one this time. He didn't want to get help because pilots aren't allowed to fly with mental issues, and he loved his job. He continued his job, but eventually got fired because they found out he was depressed. He couldn't overcome that, and got into a huge downward spiral. He didn't leave the house anymore. He wouldn't talk to anybody. Alex' and her father's bond weakened so badly that he stayed in his bedroom for whole days. She blamed him for not taking care and stepping up. They lived off the benefit for unemployed. One day, her father took sleeping pills after coming home from the pub. He didn't wake up and then, Alex was all alone. She tried getting a job to be able to sustain herself, but ended up in an orphanage. She hated it, walked away twice because she couldn't stand being so dependant. She accepted a place at CHERUB because she knew things weren't going to go better if she didn't. }

{ fríєnds αnd fαmílч ;
"They're in a better place now."

{ No parents, her grandmother was the only other family she had besides her parents. Her mother's family didn't even attend her funeral. }

{ crush ;
"I don't have one... yet."

{ None yet. }

{ bσчfríєnd / gírlfríєnd ;
"Who'd fall in love with a kid like me?"

{ None yet. }

{ hαbíts αnd fєαrs ;
"character quote."

{ explains itself. }

{ pєts ;
"I wish I had a bunny, it's so unfair!"

{ She loves rabbits, but since she's older than 10, she isn't allowed to have one. }


{{ 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 ;
"I honestly don't know."

{ She hasn't really been into love, male or female. She's still figuring out who she is. }

{ 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. }


((I still have to finish, this is what I have so far.))

[west ,]

{{ Just letting everyone know, before I accept anyone else, I am only accepting people fourteen and under, and they must all be blue shirts because I'm not taking in any more grey shirts, so sorry for any dissapointment. We'll be able to start soon. All blue shirts will have to go through basic training, but we may just start quite a way through basic training to save a little bit of time :] Then everyone can go on missions and such.

[weightless.]

((I finished my form on page 3. :3))

[~*~violet thunder~*~]

I'm really sorry, but can I please pull out my reservation?
I just don't have much time right now, my summer has been super busy lately
Thanks!^-^