Pat's Bios.

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Name: Daniel, permanently nicknamed “Schizo” by his entire high school. His demon is Isabella, and her other personality is Louis.
Age: 16
Gender: Male/Female/Male. Naa, just kidding, he’s male. But Isabella is, obviously, female, and Louis doesn’t have a physical form, he’s just another voice.

Appearance: Daniel is average height and weight for his age: around 5’10, give or take an inch or two, and about 180 pounds. His hair is dirty blonde and falls over his hazel eyes. He let it grow that long pretty much so he can hide behind it. He has a bit of black scruff on his chin and cheeks. With Isabella’s strength, he could probably pop someone’s jaw out of place, but he chooses not to provoke fights. Anyway, I’m getting off subject.

Dan’s body is semi-muscular, covered in various scars, cuts, and dried blood from getting beat up because of his “disorder”. He’s still got a bit of flab around his abs, but it’s hidden pretty well as long as he doesn’t wear a form-fitting shirt. Most of the time you can catch him in baggy black jeans, ripped at the knees and with a chain hanging down on the left side, as well as a black t-shirt that goes a bit past his waist with a decal on it of Excalibur, with the word Excalibur above it. For a belt and shoes, he wears a studded, you guessed it, black! belt, and black Converse sneakers. His left ear is pierced, with a silver horseshoe hanging from it.

All-in-all, he’d be moderately handsome if he trimmed his hair and wore clothing that was a bit more colorful and not as baggy, like, maybe a white t-shirt.

In their half-and-half form, when each controls either the top or the bottom half of the body, Danny’s hair goes pure black, like, dyed-this-to-many-times black, and his eyes glow yellowish. His body gets a bit hairier, and his ears grow pointed and furry. Also, he grows a tail, his teeth become fangs, and his nails become talons. So you can see why he doesn’t like to do this in public often.

Isabella is the biggest darn Panther you’ve ever seen, with black and gray fur and glowing greenish/yellow eyes. Unlike most demons, she walks on all fours instead of upright.

Personality (Optional): Riigght… Look, a distraction! *Points*

Demon type: Panther

Powers: Night-vision, enhanced speed and strength, as well as the ability to leap great distances. His teeth are also fanglike. He has all these abilities when in human form, and then all of these and enhanced senses in his half-morphed form.

History: *Points to Personality*

Other: He only has one demon in his head, but three voices, counting his own. He also dropped out of high school already, and is planning on running to Colorado.

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James coughed as the foul smell of smoke entered his nostrils. He spit near his boot, dropping the cigarette and stomping it out. “Ugh. This is disgusting.” His curly brown hair was still wet from the pool, hanging over his eyes. When it dried, it would be extremely curly, but it looked alright for now.

The small boy in front of him (who reminded him of a ferret) sniffled. “Alright, alright, fine. Just give me the money so I can go.” A few of the lifeguards were glancing at the two of them, apparently wondering why they were in the far corner of the pool complex. James handed him a five, and the little boy scuttled away.

James watched him go, then ran over to his towel, wrapping it tightly around his shoulders. He might’ve been a bit overweight, and a computer geek, but he had learned to not care what people thought a long time ago. Plus, he was more likely to get beat up for his witty remarks than his black and white braces or anything else.

James stuffed his black IPhone into the pockets of his rainbow bathing suit, then grabbed his wallet and took off for the exit. Once of he got outside, he flagged down his parent’s dark red van and got in. His mother stared at him in the rearview mirror while his dad sat at the wheel. “Did you have fun at the pool?” James snorted. “Yea. Yea, mom, I had fun.”

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James stared in the mirror at himself, turning sideways slightly. He wore dark blue, baggy jeans, a black sweatshirt with rainbow stripes on the sleeves, a black belt with rainbow studs and an eagle buckle, and green Converse sneakers. His hair had dried into the droopy, curly afro that seemed to eat his head, still high enough up on his forehead to expose a small amount of pimples above his thick, dark eyebrows. His eyes were hazel, mostly brown. Moving lower to his average-sized nose with the familiar sprinkling of freckles running over it and spilling onto his cheeks, and then lower to his scowling mouth.

He heard the horn of his school bus and shouldered his black and white backpack. Jogging to the stairs, he tried to slide down the rail and FAILed miserably, falling headfirst onto the sixth stair and tumbling down the rest. Luckily, they were carpeted. His parents had already left for work, so after a moment of being dazed, he got up and ran through the kitchen and out the front door, grabbing a half frozen water bottle and a waffle with a bite mark on it on his way.

He got to the bus just as the doors began to close, shouldering his way inside. The bus driver stared at him for a moment, then shook his head and closed the doors, beginning to drive. James slid into a seat near the front by himself, dropping his backpack next to him and leaning back. No one really sat next to him anymore. Most people thought he was weird, except for the two or three girls who had actually gone out with him. Those relationships were all gone by now, though. He had screwed those up a long time ago. Most fifteen year olds had learned to keep well away from him, as well as those older than him too.

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Name- Gorgon.

Age- Not sure...

Gender- Male

Race- Cave Giant

Armour/Clothing- Gorgon's clothing consists of a ratty loincloth, as well as a thick brown rope that acts as his belt. He also wears his armour, which usually has ratty rags on the inside to protect his skin from the worst of the elements. Gorgon's armour consists of a snug chestplate that is missing one of the shoulder pads. The other shoulder pad has three thick spikes, each about a foot long, sticking out of the top. His only other armour is a helmet that curves out around the eyes, comes back in to connect across the nose, and then falls back again to expose the mouth, protecting virtually everything on his head except for his eyes, mouth and chin. Three large spikes, twice as long and thick as the ones on the shoulder pad, protrude from the top, one on the back, middle, and front. If not for the other two, you'd think he was trying to be a unicorn. He also carries a heavy, thick wooden shield that is reinforced with steel. No human would be able to carry it, and it would be a heavy burden for even a dwarf. Alot of the time, he keeps his helmet and shield slung across his back, and he usually goes bare-chested as well, keeping that wrapped in rags and tied over both his shield and helmet.

Appearance- Gorgon stands at roughly eight feet tall, with huge shoulders and a huge belly. Most of his body is muscle from moving giant boulders and the like for his companions, but there is quite a bit of flab on his stomach. If asked, he'll tell you that it "protects his belly from the sharp thingys". Anyway, he has long, ratty brown hair. The back and sides are shaved, but the top is thick and scruffy, as are the long, rope-like tendrils that cover his eyes. His eyes (which are larger than both a human's fists) are dark brown, almost black. His nose is overlarge, even for a giant, and crooked, and all-in-all, he would appear very menacing if he wasn't always smiling dumbly. He walks barefoot, so... Yeah. That's pretty much it.

Personality(Optional.)- Pfft. Who needs a personality? Can't he just be a giant who needs a nose job?

Weapons(No Jesus weapons please)- Gorgon's weapon is a club that looks suspiciously like a tree trunk rounded at the top. There are several spikes protruding from the top. All of them are blunt, though. As big as he is, Gorgon could never kill someone. Gorgon's club hangs from his rope belt unless he needs to use it. If he needs another weapon, he can always use boulders or trees or whatever happens to be around. Since he uses his environment to his advantage, the desert is his worst nightmare.

Other(Optional.)- Gorgon couldn't hurt a fly. Most of his companion's enemies don't know that, though, and are terrified by the prospect of an eight foot giant eating their brains.

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Name- Snuffles Stronghammer.

Age- Somewhere in his early fifties, which is young for a dwarf.

Gender- Male. Snuffles is a boy's name, right?

Race- Mountain Dwarf

Armour/Clothing- Snuffles wears heavy chain-mail that falls to just above his knees at all times, underneath a leather vest. The chain mail is pulled up and tucked into a thin strip of leather that's Snuffle's belt. He wears ankle-high, black riding boots (Not that he knows how to ride anything other than a donkey, or will, voluntarily) as well as olive-colored leather leggings. To cover his head, he wears a leather cap that is the same as Gorgon's helmet, except without the spikes. For battle, he replaces the leather cap with a steel one of the same variety, and he replaces his boots with knee-high ones, the bottom filled with steel. They're a pain to run in, but good for stepping on people and breaking bones. He also wears heavy steel greaves and vambraces to protect his arms and legs. To protect his thick fists, he wears mail-backed gloves overtop of thick, regular gloves.And to finish it off, he dyes his teeth blood red and paints his face pure white, with a black stripe down the middle. That's only for battles when he has time to prepare, though. Most of the time he just has his shield and hammer. He keeps his armour in a canvas sack that he keeps hanging over his back. His shield is basically a smaller version of Gorgon's, but much lighter. It would still be hard for a human to carry for any distance, though. His shield is always slung over his arm, ready for use.

Appearance- Snuffles stands at a whopping four feet tall! . He has a large belly, but it is mostly reined in by the chainmail. He has beady black eyes, as well as long, dark brown hair that falls to the middle of his back and is often braided. His beard is seperated into two different braids, both falling down to his waist. He often looks as if he just woke up. His skin is pretty tanned from traveling all this time, even though he used to live up in the mountains and underground. A hunting horn hangs from his waist, made out of a ram's horns.

Personality(Optional.)- Nevva!

Weapons(No Jesus weapons please)- Snuffles got his last name from his hammer, which is about half as tall as him. He keeps it tucked into his belt, ready in an instant for battle. The head is flat on one side and rounded on the other, with a thick stud protruding from the rounded side. It's your basic face-smasher. His only other weapon is a large butcher's knife he managed to find in a bar one day that's tucked into his boot for the more precise jobs.

Other(Optional.)- Don't make fun of his name or height, unless you wanna end up with your brain oozing out of your left ear, and him poking you in the eye with a stick, screaming "Who's tiny Snuffles now, eh? WHO?!"

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Name- Alexander Toutri.

Age- 294.

Gender- Male

Race- Wood Elf (Your standard elf. Pointed ears, very quick and nimble, high strength, uses magic, go read Eragon.)

Armour/Clothing- Alexander's clothing consists of a long-sleeved, flowing white shirt, trimmed in silver, and pants that are pretty much the same. There is a silver horse's head on the front of the shirt; the crest of his family. He wears his armour often when traveling, or for formal meetings, so he'll have it on pretty much every time you see him unless he's sleeping. But he happens to be a light sleeper, so that's not a good way to kill him. Anyway, his armour consists of a breastplate with his family's crest on the front, as well as the standard graves and vambraces, armoured leggings, and boots. All of his armour is white, trimmed in silver. Also, on extra special occasions or when he's going into battle, he'll wear his helmet, which basically looks like the elven helmets from LOTR, except it's white and silver. His shield is a round buckler, with the usual colors, and is smaller than normal. He usually only uses it if he absoloutely needs it. Other than that, it's to protect his back from incoming arrows. All of his armour is light, pretty much only used to slow down blows from incoming swords and arrows, not stop them completely.

Appearance- Alexander has long, pale blond hair that falls to his shoulders. His face is relatively handsome, without freckles or blemishes of any kind. His eyes are a dark blue. His skin is semi-tanned, with a bit of sunburn on the backs of his hands and his cheeks. He is tall, around six feet, and slim, as most elves are. Of course, he has the standard pointed ears, handsome features, semi-slanted eyes, etc. So... Yeah. That's it.

Personality(Optional.)- Nope.

Weapons(No Jesus weapons please)- Alex carries a Katana on his left hip, the hilt being black with gold trim. There is no crossguard, just a slight thickening of the blade. It's single sided. He only really uses it if he can't cut his enemies down from a distance with his giant, elegant longbow and swan feathered arrows.

Other(Optional.)- Alex is one of the younger cousins of Renna, his father being the baron of a small elven city near the border. Alex left his family to deliver a message to Renna's family, and happened to run into Gorgon and Snuffles along the way. His animal friends are a hawk who's name is, best translated into the human language, "Flapper of Wings." Alex simply calls him "Flappy." His other companion is a small, beautiful, white Elven horse, whose name is "Trent."

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Official Name: James Quincy
Nickname(OPTIONAL): Quincy
Gender: Male
Nationality: Asian/Caucasian
Age: 38

Appearance: Quincy has short black hair that is usually smothered in gel and spiked, with dark eyes and an Asian face. He has various scars along his neck and any exposed skin, including a nasty, still healing gash that extends from the bottom of his left ear and around the back of his head, spiraling down onto his neck, where it comes to a stop at the jugular. His hands are hard and calussed from brutal hand to hand fighting, but are usually covered in fingerless black, rubber gloves. Most of the time Quincy is wearing a black apron over dirty, baggy black jeans and a gray wifebeater, as well as thick goggles. If you were to describe him with a few words, they might be "Mad scientist", because he's constantly inventing something different for his fellow gang members to use. He's also good at repairing things, though he usually shocks himself, hence the rubber gloves. Anyway, his left leg is badly damaged, all shriveled around the ankle, and so he has to walk with a heavy wooden cane that he often uses to whack people with.

Affiliation(Gang/Cartel/Mafia/Cops/etc): Black Diamonds

Short History(Try to put some good effort in this): James grew up in New York City, adopted into a wealthy American family. He went to school, often getting in trouble because he got involved in fist fights over people insulting his birth parents, who left him when he was a baby. He dropped out of high school at 17, eventually going back two years later to finish, and then he went to college for electrical engineering. He had a decent paying job in Colorado for awhile before he got laid off. From there, he spent all his money on his projects and display projects and stuff, and lost it all in a fire on his twenty eighth birthday. After that, he went a bit nuts, driving around the country, only stopping to eat and sleep occasionally. He finally found Sharpton, stopping to live in a run-down old apartment. He got involved in a few different gangs, finally settling on the Blood Diamonds.

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Name: Blood Diamonds
Format(Gang/Mafia/Cartel): Mafia
Nationalities: Any
Colors: Silver/Black/Gold

Symbol: A silver diamond outlined in blood red.

Types of Work(Listed below):

Selling of Stolen Diamonds
Hits
Counterfeit
Drug Selling
Extortion
Robberys
Arms Dealing

Other: They are obssessed with diamonds and jewels. Many of their members have often been known to murder someone on the streets simply because they want their necklace, or earrings, or ring.

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Official Name: Jenna Clip
Nickname(OPTIONAL): None.
Gender: Male
Nationality: American.
Age: 34

Appearance: Jenna has long, dark hair that falls slightly past her shoulders and curls at the ends. Often, she'll pull it back in a pony tail. Her bangs just brush the tops of her hazel eyes. For clothing, she wears a form-fitting tank top and skinny jeans, both dark gray, as well as a black sweat jacket overtop with plenty of pockets inside to store weapons. She wears a small diamond ring on her left index finger. Don't even try and steal it from her. She has been known to blow your brains out with her gun if you even try. She is remarkably pretty, even though most of the time her face is covered in dirt, dried and fresh blood, and various cuts. She has a tattoo of a dragon; it's head starts at her left wrist, curling back around her back and onto her left arm, down onto the wrist, where the dragon's tail is. The dragon is completely black and, instead of eyes, has blood red diamonds. She also usually wears an earring in her left ear, a blood red diamond, to be exact.

Affiliation(Gang/Cartel/Mafia/Cops/etc): Leader of Blood Diamonds.

Short History: Jenna grew up in the slums of Detroit with no family or friends, besides the occasional dead rat she would chat with for hours. However, she was extremely intelligent for one so young, and her leadership skills were great. She might've made a good politician, but instead, as she grew older, she decided to educate herself. As she grew, she went to the library everyday and read most of the books there, generally expanding her mind. Her anger was churning and growing with her, though. By the time she was sixteen (and convinced the world hated her), she was taken into an orphanage and left there until nineteen, when she left. She had a regular education there, however. She went to two years of college for Psychology, using a trust fund from a child development group before dropping out and joining a gang or two here and there. She rose quickly through the ranks, but was always uprooted and thrown away because she would trick people with her clever tounge, and eventually they would discover the trick and become angry. Anyway, she found the Blood Diamonds when she was twenty-six, and was co-leader by age twenty-nine. When the leader died in the middle of the night from various gunshot wounds (no one knows where they came from, and Jenna swears she didn't do it), she was elected to become the leader of the mafia, and decided to take the position. When she was eleven, she snuck into a cop's house and stole a kitchen knife, murdering him in his sleep and taking his gun. After that she robbed various stores, and has never been the same since.

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Biography-

Name- Andre Lockhard.

Age- Unknown (Partly because I’m too lazy to think of one right now)

Race- Unknown. Said to be a mix of Angels and Djinn.

Gender- Male

Appearance- Andre stands around 6’0 tall, though he looks much larger with his broad shoulders. His skin is dark, a little lighter then the average African. There are a few things… Different, about him. To begin, he weighs over four hundred pounds, even though it’s not obvious. He’s not fat or anything, it’s just that… Well, read on. I’ll explain it.

For starters, his entire right hand is made of metal. It’s shiny silver, with fingers that are claws, each about a foot long and are curved slightly down, serrated on the bottom. He doesn’t try to hide it. He embraces his difference, and makes it a part of him. Another thing; his entire ribcage is basically just a big metal plate that wraps around the inside of his chest. There’s skin covering it, though, so it’s not too obvious unless you punch him or something.

Thirdly. Andre’s eyes are completely black, but his left has a slight red tinge to it. Most people are too frightened by Andre’s appearance and never get around to asking him about it. Staring at those claws for ten minutes kinda makes you wanna wet your pants and run for your life. His entire head is buzzed, so it’s shiny and smooth as a baby’s bottom! =D

As for clothing, Andre wears a grayish button shirt, with the sleeves torn off. He wears it open at all times, no matter how cold it is. He also wears baggy black jeans that are torn in several places. He wears black sandals that have thick pads on the bottoms. He also has a really long black handkerchief tied around his waist. It’s so long he had to wrap it around three whole times, and then double knot it, so it wasn’t too loose. He keeps it there for emergencies.

Personality- No.

History- Andre will explain to you about him if you ask him.

Other Shiz- No peeing on the sidewalk.

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Biography-

Name- Trent Game.

Age- 293.

Race- Forgotten Angel. (See History.)

Gender- Male

Appearance- Trent has long, pale blonde hair that falls to his shoulders. His years in solitude have made him deathly pale, and a good bit of his hair is tangled and falls across his face. His eyes are light blue with a few gray specks in them to add an exotic taste. He has a long, thin nose, and is relatively handsome except for that crazed look in his eyes and the tangled hair.

As for clothing, Trent wears thin white sandals, as well as loose white sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a thin white jacket with no hood. Colorful, don’t you think? Anyway, he’s sickeningly thin and tall, and is mostly described as a freak.

Personality- No.

History- Trent was locked into the deepest, darkest room in the universe when he was 143, for attempting to destroy all of Western Civilization. He believed they were all idiots and trying to destroy the Earth, and then move on the Heaven and Hell. So, with a little mind twisting and a few bombings, he set fear into the Americans’ minds so they would destroy themselves. Eventually, his superiors found out, and he was locked away for five years. He was forgotten by all except his two guards, but recently he broke out and is once again trying to fire up a war between the three races, this time to destroy them all, so he can pick up the pieces and rebuild the world in his own “divine” image.

Other Shiz- Googlesmurfing.

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Knight Sheet

Name: Sidney Kazay (Kaz rhymes with Taz, then the capital A sound.)

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Knight Ranking: Dark Brother

Physical Description: Sid’s roughly 6’0, give or take a few inches, and weighs about 167 pounds, which is a bit less then average for his height. He has messy, dirty blonde hair that always looks like it’s wet. He has thick eyebrows that are the same color as his hair that are usually down turned, especially when he’s angry. His teeth are also yellowed alot, too. Like, not disgusting yellowed, but they have a definite yellowish tinge to them. His fingernails, too.

Armour/Clothing: Sid usually wears light armour consisted of thin leather pads with an even thinner metal pad sewn inside. It doesn’t do much to stop him from getting hurt; just softening the blows is usually enough. He also wears thick leather cuffs around his forearms and shins. Under all that, he wears a long-sleeved black button up shirt underneath a dark grey jerkin. He also wears thick black pants and short, leather boots. He wears a thick rope over his clothing, wrapped around his waist three full times, underneath each of his arms twice, and finally coming to a knot in the center of his back. He keeps it like that in case he has to make a quick getaway that involves going up or down a long distance. And finally, he wears a thick, hooded black cloak with sleeves, as well as a wide-rimmed black hat with a large, glossy black feather. And his absolute final accessories are two thick black gloves with pads on the palms and finger tips to make climbing easier.

Weapons: Sid’s weapons consist of a small throwing knife in a hidden sheath in the small of his back, as well as an ordinary longbow he carries with him everywhere. His quiver hangs on the right side of his waist, filled with two dozen arrows made with swan feathers and a thick black band just below the arrowhead to identify his arrows. His final weapon is a large, thick knife in a plain, leather black sheath opposite his quiver. The hilt can be pulled out of the blade, though, revealing a thin choking chain that is roughly three feet in length. He can only do it with the sheath still on his knife, though, or he’ll cut himself.

Prayers: The original ones. Don’t have the energy to make up some right now. I’ll think up something later.

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Bio format

Name: Sidney Houston

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Appearance: Sid has semi-long dirty blonde hair, which bangs that stop at the bottom of his forehead, just barely running into his eyes. His hair is usually cut shorter, but it’s been awhile since his last haircut, and I think a zombie would more likely stab you then cut your hair if you gave ‘em scissors. Anyway. His eyes are a hazelish brown, and he has thick eyebrows which get on his nerves a lot but he’s learned to forget about them. He’s just over 5’10 and weighs about 160 pounds. He tries to keep in shape, but he hasn’t exercised for more then eighty minutes a day for awhile. His skin is semi-pale.

He didn’t have time to get changed when the bombing started, so he’s stuck with a black ‘Breaking Benjamin’ t-shirt and dark jeans, as well as a thin, black sweat jacket with two silver crosses on either breast, as well as smaller ones on the inside of the wrist. He also wears a silver chain, from which hangs a big ol’ silver cross, a belt, and flat black sneakers with red trim and dark green laces.

Occupation: College... -_-

Skills: Sid knows a crapload about coding and stuff. He can shoot a gun, too, but not too well. He’s only been to the shooting range once or twice. He also reads alot of fiction and science fiction and everything, so he can explain pretty much anything the government says will never happen to you.

Short History: Required my ass.

Other: His red Mercedes was destroyed in the bombing. D=

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- Name: Sidney Houston.
- Age: 20
- Gender: Sidney is of the ‘male’ variety.
- Race: Human.

- Appearance: Sidney has short hair with bangs that fall to about the middle of his forehead. He has dark blue eyes, as well as dark, thick eyebrows. His general outfit consists of a dark, leather jacket as well as a plain black button-up shirt and dark, work pants. He also wears a black belt with a regular buckle.

Sid stands at a little under 6’0, with pale skin and a fair amount of muscle on his arms and legs. His exercise routine consists of running a few miles four times a week and boxing the days he doesn’t run.

- Personallity; Ma-ha!

Weapon;

- Plasmids: His Plasmids are strictly vocal. He can mimic any voice or sound he’s heard before for now. He’ll gain more powers as he advances up the levels. He doesn’t have his powers yet, though.


- Skills: (What are you good at?)

- Other; Mary had a little lamb.

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Hair overgrown and ratty, ripped suit, etc.

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Bio:

Name: Sidney Smith.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Being a typical Raclin, Sid is around 6’0, thin, and has light pretty much everything. His skin isn’t pale, it’s just light. His eyes are round and light blue, and his hair is blonde with strands of light brown mixed in. He keeps his hair short, so the bangs just barely hang over his forehead. He likes it better that way so when he’s fighting something, he tends to need to see so he doesn’t, like, die. Also, since his hair is so short, it’s fairly straight. He weighs 167 pounds and 3 ounces. Oh, and in case you didn’t notice from that last sentence, he’s very specific about trivial things (Heh, I used a vocab word).

As for clothing, Sid sticks to light, faded jeans as well as a white t-shirt with a light blue outline of a falcon on the front. To cover his feet, he wears white boots, and overtop of his shirt he wears a tight, light blue jacket. Finally, he wears white, fingerless gloves. That covers all the fur on his body, which happens to be dark, glossy blue. You probably won't ever see it, though, unless you get him to take his clothes off... Uh...



Race: Raclin. Raclins have light skin, hair, eyes, pretty much everything. They usually also wear light clothing. They look vaguely humanoid, except they are covered in fur everywhere except their faces and chests. Their ears are pointed and their hair is never made of simple, straight strands. Its natural state is extremely curly and soft.

Position: Guard. He’s supposed to keep the ship safe, but since no one really attacks it, he basically caters to the guests’ every whim.

Powers: He can heat himself up to such a degree that everything within a ten foot radius begins to melt. He is not allowed to use this power on the ship, though, or else he is sent into a room called “The Cooler”, similar to what they have in the prison on Avatar, except it’s bigger. It’s still cylinder shaped, though.

Weapons: Sid carries a bolt-action laser rifle that he keeps slung over his right shoulder. It is loaded with thirty charges, and he has an extra two clips hanging from his belt. He also has a smaller, semi-auto pistol that holds twelve charges, and he keeps an extra clip behind that. Finally, he carries a small laser tool that basically looks like a smaller version of a light saber hilt. When he presses a button underneath a hatch on the side, complete with a thumb-print pressurized pad (for safety purposes, so he doesn’t accidentally impale himself with it while walking) it sends out a thin, two foot long beam of pure plasma, useful for cutting through things.

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