[~Arrow~]

Reserve

[jaques]

Making, I have a problem.

name; Kanu Hasana
Male

[noellego]

Oooh mark

[Grinsome]

Ooooo mark with the name Foul

[Calder]

possible res

[Mozzy.]

║║ Soundtrack ;; Hope Remains ║║

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male ║ straight ║ loner ║ pharmacologist ║ post-apocalyptic

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║ applicant:// Mozzy.
║ name:// Aries
║ → /ˈɛəriːz/ Latin name meaning "the ram".
║ nationality:// American
║ residence:// Unknown
║ → Secret bunker somewhere in Underground New York City

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║ type one:// distrusting

It's very easy to break someone's trust, and to gain it back is like moving mountains. More than his fair share of times has Aries had his trust broken, where it be by a broken agreement or simple betrayal. Because of these times, Aries places no trust in anyone, not even his friends. There have even been times where Aries doesn't trust himself with important decisions; to fight or run, to leave or stay. The past has not been kind to him, and it shows in the present.
║ type two:// cold

Remember that feeling you get when you find a particular person slightly off? That feeling's what happens when you're around Aries. He's cold; painless, but not emotionless. His emotions are a complicated mixture of negative emotions; sadness, melancholia, grief, desolate. His mind is one of suffering and loneliness, and it shows on the outside too. The way Aries speaks is blunt; his voice is mainly monotone and gruff, lacking the proper emotional effort. Everything Aries does is stiff yet loose, like he's given up.
║ type three:// emotionally bound

Aries isn't the type to do away with sentimental items, no matter how useless or broken the object is. Nor would Aries ever turn his back on his dearest friends, helping them till the every end, even if the end is potentially death. With certain things or people, Aries becomes too emotionally invested; when they hurt he hurts, when they laugh he laughs. When they die, Aries looses a part of his own soul, making him even more hollow.
║ type four:// post traumatic stress disorder

Through the tragic events that happened to the world, and the aftermath of it, Aries suffers greatly from PTSD. In some of the things he sees in everyday life bring back those painful memories, ones he'd rather never relive again. Not only that, but random flashbacks often occur, sending sharp pain though his inner core to rattle him to the point of breaking.

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❝ He lingered by the gate, waiting for her to call out. Looking down, he counted the ants and played with his jacket zipper. 5 minutes past, the neighbours looking through the curtains, "like the sticky beaks they are." That was one thing he wouldn't miss; those horribly nosy vultures across the street. She didn't call after him; silence waved him out the gate. Walking towards the car, Aries tried in vain not to cry. He loved her so much, more than anyone could ever love someone. He invested so much time and devotion, and what did he get? A beautiful daughter and a knife in the back. Aries dropped his keys as the water swelled in his eyes, swearing when he hit his head on the side mirror. Eventually getting the door unlocked, he slid into the old Chevy and started it up. He glanced one last time at the house he'd shared for 8 years, and drove away. Whilst driving to his banged up apartment, he wondered why. He knew already, the constant overtime at work and travelling, he just needed something else, someone else to blame. Aries stopped suddenly, almost causing the car behind him to rear end the Chevy. He ducked into a side lane and just let the car run. Aries gathered his thoughts, pulled out his phone and scrolled through the pictures. He found the ones he was looking for, the pictures of her messages. What she said to him. What she did to him. Aries knew that she'd never come back to him. He forced the Chevy back on the road, and headed for the old bar across town to drown his feelings. ❞





❝ As he drifted through the rubble, Aries fingered at the pendant in his pocket. He'd forgotten it was there, thinking it was safe in his bunker with all the other items. Bringing it out into the sun, Aries realized it was a filthy grey, not its original bright gold. He looked around for some cloth to clean it with, forbidding himself from using his own dirt and blood stained shirt. No, it was too precious for that. Scavenging through the remains, he finally found an old bed sheet. Aries sat down and cleaned the pendant, cleaned it so it shone bright gold again. He held it to the light, the delicate butterfly glistening in all its glory. Aries closed his eyes, and when he opened them he was in the maternity ward of the hospital that made him the happiest man alive. The muffled cries from the room tasted like the sweetest honey, and the sudden burst of tiny laughter was all Aries could ever ask for. The baby girl lifted her head towards him and laughed again, her pale blue eyes matching his own. "Hello baby girl, I have something for you." Aries, with her mother's approval, lifted the baby's tiny hand and placed an equally tiny bracelet around her wrist. "For my beautiful little butterfly, may you always fly free of trouble." Tears welled in his eyes as Aries cradled her. While still holding her, his surroundings changed. No longer was he in the hospital, he was in a wrecked train carriage. The girl in his arms was 6 years old, her body stiff and cold. Tears ran down his face as Aries placed her body next to her mother. Carefully, he removed the bracelet from her wrist, and walked away. Aries walked back into reality, into the war ridden city of New York, to face living without the will to live. ❞

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Aries is a qualified Pharmacologist, and takes his knowledge from this study into the 'New World' very seriously. As an expert on human and animal biology and the creation of synthetic and non-synthetic drugs, Aries is capable of creating substances to heal himself of most aliments, and also create small bio-weapons. He wears a chemical-grade gas mask to protect himself from the harmful substances in the atmosphere, as well as what he might inject or throw at others who pose harm to him.


Pharmacology is the branch of medicine and biology concerned with the study of drug action, where a drug can be broadly defined as any man-made, natural, or endogenous (from within body) molecule which exerts a biochemical and/or physiological effect on the cell, tissue, organ, or organism (sometimes the word pharmacon is used as a term to encompass these endogenous and exogenous bioactive species). More specifically, it is the study of the interactions that occur between a living organism and chemicals that affect normal or abnormal biochemical function. If substances have medicinal properties, they are considered pharmaceuticals.
Wikipedia

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Notes ;;

personality

✓ 314 words
stories

✓ Betrayal : 279 words
✓ Butterfly : 314 words
profession

✓ Pharmacologist : 83 words
Total : 990 words

As I didn't write it, I didn't include the quote from Wikipedia in the total word count.

[WassabiProductions]

how are we able to win it? im a bit new to plumerians!!

[Rabbitheart]

Hoping to enter for this Plumie. ♥ So, reserving. :3

Name: Kenelm Geier
Name Meaning: Kenelm is from the Old English name Cenhelm, which was composed of the elements cene "bold, keen" and helm "helmet". Saint Kenelm was a 9th-century martyr from Mercia, where he was a member of the royal family. The name was occasionally used during the Middle Ages, but has since become rare. Geier means "vulture" in German, a nickname for someone who is greedy.
Gender: ♂
Story:
Silently I watched and waited in the thick of the night. No moonlight trickled in to aid me, I had to rely entirely upon my night vision to help me see in the murky darkness I found myself in. Good, I liked a good challenge. Keeps things interesting and fun.
I licked my lips in anticipation, eager for the moment to arise, the moment I had been hours waiting for. The moment to pounce.
I knew it would come, it was inevitable and I had been biding my time as I had waited for it to happen. The lights flickered and I couldn't help but let a cocky smile spread across my face. It was going to happen, tonight was the night.
The storm raging outside was sure to knock the power out and this building was too old and not nearly well funded to have and automatic back-up generator, which meant that it was entirely dependent upon its security guards being in the important places whenever the power cut out and on at least one of them going down to where the generator was to turn it on. The odds of which were extremely low. I'd done the calculations, I would most certainly be in the clear whenever the power went out. One could say that the odds were in my favor tonight.
I listened as the rain pelted against the windows and the rumble of the thunder, the storm was getting more and more turbulent. It wouldn't be long, I thought to myself, an instant before the power died in the building.
It was time.
I leapt into action, ticking off the seconds in my mind, knowing that it would take a completely fit security guard only 15 minutes to get down to where the back up generator was, unlock the door, and fiddle with it until it turned on. I had 15 minutes to get what I had come here for.
This is what I live for.
A count down.
A limited window of opportunity.
Danger.
Oh yes! This was definitely what I lived for.
This was one of the many reasons why I had chosen to become a thief, other than the fact that the pay was good. The adrenaline rush was addictive and I loved the rush I felt.
Ten minutes left and I'd only just reached the display case where my prize was held within. Grinning, I pulled out my glass cutter and got to work, all the while still counting down in my head.
Eight minutes left when the glass was finally cut, punching it in with my leather clad hand, I reached in and grabbed my prize. The Eye of Hades. Pulling it out, I stashed it in the inner pocket of my leather jacket. I turned around and glanced about to make sure that the coast was clear, I had seven minutes to go.

[Wlyrout]

Nix wants to be feared... well, only a little bit. Truthfully, he just wants the control that has always been absent from his turbulent life. To gain this power he's charmingly manipulative (and a little bit of a flirt), but he's also incredibly cowardly.

He lives in a wasteland with a flock of vultures that he uses as his messengers, and is at the head of a black market of stolen goods. It's a lonely life, but he doesn't know how to escape. And frankly, he doesn't know if he wants to escape, because it's the only stability he's ever known...

-Ran away from home and dropped out of school as a teenager (NEVER taks about life/name before he became The Pheonix)
-Got involved in a life of crime, first out of necessity then out of habit/fun
-Now runs an empire of stolen goods, is crazy wealthy but has nothing to buy, and insanely powerful but nowhere to direct that power
-He enjoys the power, but he's lonely and realizes just how messed up he is
-When it comes down to it, Nix is just an immature kid who covers up his insecurity with intimidation, but in a flight or fight situation he'd fly

"Why, hello there." says the large plumerian, his voice rumbling like a cat's purr and a smirk unfurling on his lips.

You're confused on how he's aware of your presence; his milky gray eyes are clearly blind. Perhaps it had something to do with those vultures, that had circled you overhead as you traveled and promptly disappeared as you camped for the night, as if reporting back to someone... The thought sends shivers down your spine. This stranger is both intriguing and charming, intimidating and yet reassuring, as if his presence makes the surrounding wasteland a little less dreary and the vultures less uncomfortable.

"While I'm delighted to meet your acquaintance, I must ask what business you require here... You see, no one ever comes here on accident."

[fluffypancake]

Marking!
Reserve with the name - Faizah, African name meaning Victorious.
Female - Homosexual
Is an illegal Poacher
She lives off by herself for the most part, not really liking the company of others for the most part. Only certain plumes.
Stubborn, determined, rather rude.