Poison, The Knife, Or The Noose?

[Diniveka|The|Zsadist]

Subject Title: Insurrection

Character Name: Sabin

Age: 500

Gender: Male

Species: Harpy

Physical Appearance: Sabin is one of the Gen One Harpies, and has no other visible bird parts apart from his wings, which are the purest white with gold edging on each feather. A large 'scar' on his left wing is marked in a sunburst of gold where the feathers have regrown in. His hands are large yet regal, and the one other bird feature he possesses is the retractable talons that are a solid black. His eyes are a golden amber, and the pupil is slightly slitted, probably from a slight mixup in the genes. His hair is thick and a rich golden-blonde, a little longer than to his shoulders and tied back at the nape of his neck. He is handsome but not in the conventional way, though he has a tan that looks like it's come straight from the beach. His face is regal yet can look cruel, and determination shines in his eyes. Tall at 6'9" and muscular, he is still reasonably lean, and has to duck to enter some of the smaller doorways. His body is crisscrossed with scars from territorial fights and other disputes, as well as fights with the GEEA. He has a tribal tattoo [as seen below] on his left shoulderblade. He has one other set of tattoos, that are made to look like claw marks across his right arm, all the way up. His face is normally emotionless, and his amber eyes cold because of what happened to him long ago, but that doesn't stop women following him like a bad smell.


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with wings like

Personality Description: Sain is an emotionless hunter that is completely focused on his task, the eradication of the Zombies and the GEEA. Most people, though they fawn over him, prefer to stay away once they see the cold determination in his eyes. He is not a good enemy to have as he is relentless in his persuit of his goals, and is completely professional. He is incredibly protective, though hasn't let anyone come close since the murder of his family. He doesn't speak much, preferring the solitary lifestyle he has built for himself. Sabin is confident and can come across as arrogant, and he is to a point. He knows his abilities, and doesn't give himself airs because of them, though he is always training to be better. As a male who has lost his family, he is incredibly protective of females, to a point where he can seem sexist, though he isn't.

History: Sabin was created in the GEEA compound, but escaped after he was accidentally left untied one day. When Sabin was younger, he met and was mated to another Gen One harpy, and they had a child together. When the child was six, they were hunted down and killed while he was away. He came back to their mutilated corpses, and had since vowed to take down the GEEA and the Zombies for retribution of his family that was so violently taken away from him.

Other::

Song:: Insurrection by Trivium

Bow not before his creation
These mortals: "man"
This act of insult
Breeds our discontent
He turned his back
On our loyalty
I will bring my insurrection
And a war upon heaven

I will bring my insurrection
And a war upon heaven
Hell-fire be my destruction
For this war upon heaven

Forged from fire
I declare this war
A war against Heaven
I bring upon my scourge
Filled with hubris
A declaration of war

It is I who spawns this fury
Torches: ignite
Blaze is set to engulf all of which we hate
Storm in, eviscerate
Every motherfucker in our way
I will bring my insurrection
And a war upon heaven

I will bring my insurrection
And a war upon heaven
Hell-fire be my destruction
For this war upon heaven

Forged from fire
I declare this war
A war against Heaven
I bring upon my scourge
Filled with hubris
A declaration of war

2x
Ascend to the heavens
To destroy them all

2x
Forged from fire
I declare this war
A war against Heaven
I bring upon my scourge
Filled with hubris
A declaration of war

[Diniveka|The|Zsadist]

Name:: Temeraire Dragonseeker

Gender:: Female

Age:: 33

Species:: Human

Physical Appearance:: Temeraire is a tall woman at 6 foot, and very slim. Her straight red hair is ruffled, spiked up naturally. It reaches her shoulder blades, with the ends dyed black. The long strands are braided, and tipped with silver beads that click as she walks. She is toned, with some visible muscle but not enough to make her look like a bodybuilder or an obsessive health freak. She has a line of six piercings, gold rings, along her left cheekbone. A thin gold chain connects the lowest ring to a black bar that runs through the top of her left ear. That ear has a number of gold rings running from the lobe all the way up to the bottom part of the bar. Her skin is darkly tanned, and has the veins of a few old scars running over it, white on the surrounding cinnamon brown. Her almond-shaped eyes are an electric green and slightly tilted, filled with intelligence, with long dark lashes surrounding them. Little vertical black lines come down from the middle of her eyes, and she wears dark eyeliner, giving her an eerie appearance. High cheekbones and full lips give her the look of a high-bred noble, but she was brought up in a far different area. Temeraire has long nails, filed into points and painted black normally. Every so often, she will have a word or two painted on each hand, and currently they spell out 'fiction' with a love heart at the end in white. A deep red tattoo covers her body in swirling lines, everywhere but her face, and they are all interconnected but not clustered, so they aren't overbearing on her skin. They aren't present on her feet and one hand, the right hand having a thin tendril that drifts to an end halfway down the back of it. She is normally dressed in dark jeans and a blouse, in whatever colour she feels like wearing at the time. A necklace is always clasped around her throat, a thin chain matching the one on her cheek, and a small emerald pendant hangs from it. Either chucks or classy heels are on her feet, depending on where she's going and who she's going with. A short black leather jacket tops the outfit off, with two rows of silver buckles running down the front, paired, with little crosses etched into it.




Personality:: A caring soul, Temeraire is very rooted in the earth and all things on it. She is willing to go to the ends of the earth for those who have earnt her trust and loyalty, but is choosy when it comes to trusting. Tough as nails, she won't back down if confronted, and won't give in, even when risking death. She always keeps her promises, even if it risks her life in the process. She is tough, with a strong will that has enabled her to become the best at what she does. Stubborn and perseverant, she won't stop until her goal is complete. Ever patient, she is slow to anger but can hold a grudge for years. She always knows what's going on around her, constantly vigilant for any sign of attack. Courageous, Temeraire will never back down from a fight, and will stand with those who have earnt the right. She can be really funny, and will crack jokes at times, but will always become serious as the time demands. She isn't used to company, so doesn't really know how to behave lightly, but she is slowly learning. She is prone to having momentary fits of insanity, but they pass quickly and are easily laughed off. She is relatively quiet, but will speak her mind if she believes it necessary.

History:: Orphaned at a young age, Temeraire was raised by close friends of her parents. These close friends were both involved with the military, so she grew up with weapons, and the constant possibility of the death of the ones she knew. She was enrolled in a martial arts academy from the age of five, and was learning to handle firearms by seven. Her foster parents lived on a small farm near the SEAL base, so she grew up knowing her own workload and quickly learnt that she needed to pull her weight. She was taught to ride, and quickly picked it up. Quickly, she gained her black belt in two martial arts, and her excellent marksperson ranking at 200 metres. At the age of 26, Temeraire was accepted into the SEALs, the first woman to do so in the sub-divisions history. She is still with the military, but is on her off year. She recently heard that her step-brother has gotten himself into the Navy in another country that isn't so wracked by the Zombies, and is really proud of her little brother. Her foster-father died a few years ago, but she still keeps in contact with her foster mother, Anne, and her step-brothers, Jaxon and Matthew. She lives in one of the hideouts in the ruins, where she keeps her three dogs, Kylar, a rottweiler; Atlas, a German shepherd; and Rydan, a husky.

Other::

HOME:: Haven -- One of the more whole buildings, the Haven is a small farmhouse on the very edge of civilisation, or what's left of it. A large yard at the back with broken fences is thriving, the grass long and untamed. The house itself has lost most of it's top floor, with only two whole rooms upstairs. The bottom is pretty much whole, with a run-down old deck outside and a high, broken fence out the front.

WOC:: two specialised blades, called malebranches.

Song/Quote::
So Far Away - Avenged Sevenfold

Never feared for anything.
Never shamed but never free.
A laugh that healed the broken heart with all that it could.

Lived the life so endlessly.
Saw beyond what others see.
I tried to heal your broken heart with all that I could.

Will you stay?
Will you stay away forever?

How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned.
Place and time always on my mind.
I have so much to say but you're so far away.

Plans of what our features hold
Foolish lies of growin' old
It seems we're so invincible, the truth is so cold.

A final song, a last request
A perfect chapter laid to rest
Now and then I try to find a place in my mind.

Where you can say,
You can stay awake forever.

How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned.
Place and time always on my mind.
I have so much to say but you're so far away.

Sleep tight, I'm not afraid.
The ones that we love are here with me.
Lay away a place for me
'Cause as soon as I'm done, I'll be on my way
To live eternally.

How do I live without the ones I love?
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned
Place and time always on my mind
And the light you left remains but it's so hard to stay
I have so much to say but you're so far away.

I love you
You were ready
The pain is strong enough to despise
But I'll see you
When He lets me
Your pain is gone, your hands are tied.

So far away.

And I need you to know

So far away
And I need you to,
Need you to know...

[Diniveka|The|Zsadist]

Subject Title:: Victor [Or Victim]

Character Name:: Raphael Dominor Zeeman [Rafe]

Age:: 29

Gender:: Male

Physical Appearance:: Rafe is a large male, evidence of many long hard hours in the gym, or well, fighting on the streets as he is too hardpacked for the 'soft' aura of a gym. Shaggy blond hair with black threaded through it is long at the front and short at the back, the naturally opposing colours blending in with one another. He has sharp, multicoloured eyes, proof of mixed genes somewhere in his lineage. They are red on the ouside, blending to a black, then to a silvery blue around the pupil. there are little white flecks in the black, lightening the evil look of his eyes nearly as much as the silvered colour does. He is tall, at 6'3", with tanned a 'surfer' complexion and an easy smile. There is a black plug in his left ear, as well as having both eyebrows pierced and the left side of his lower lip done. Large black tribal tattoos cover his upper arms and the tops of his shoulders, and an inked ammo belt runs from his left shoulder to his right hip, going over his other tattoos. His pride and joy, however, is an intricate Phoenix flared over his shoulders and back, wings spread in flight. Strings of flame curl around his waist, visible from the front, and he has a spiral in black around his navel. There are fine white scars running over his torso, and a couple of larger, more evident ones on his thighs, from deeper, deadlier wounds. He has a scar down the side of his left cheek, starting just below his eye and ending about a centimetre away from his upper lip. His voice is deep but pleasant, easy to listen to and has a kiwi accent. He often speaks quite fast, and sometimes has to repeat things. Will wear jandals with anything, even jeans.



Tattoos::



Personality Description:: Laid back and easy going, he is incredibly hard to ofend, though when he gets angry it's best to stay away from him. He's almost always smiling, and has a friendly air to him. However, he doesn't speak much, prefering not to waste his breath on trivial things. When he does voice an opinion or idea, it's normally best to listen though. Rafe doesn't mind being alone, and can be gone for hours alone, but does prefer to be around people. He has a quick wit, but is reletively serious, and will take things seriously. He is a real kiwi, and jokes around with his friends in laid back situations, but holds a grudge against Weretigers after a bad encounter with one. He won't back down from a fight, and will back up his mates, being a reliable and trustworthy friend. He's always willing to lend a helping hand, though pets are too much for him. He thinks fast on his feet, and is intelligent, always thinking things through if theres time, but able to make quick decisions.

History:: Born and raised in Wellington, New Zealand, Raphael went through school with good grades and plenty of friends. He played a heap of sports, including rugby and basketball, even managing to play for a regional union rugby team for a few seasons. At the age of 18, he left NZ with a degree in law and travelled to America, hoping to fufill his lifelong dream of becoming a FBI agent. By the time he was 20, he had been accepted into the agency and by the age of 26, he was a trusted agent with many cases to his name. When he was 22, however, he met a woman, named Jillian, and after a few years of dating, they married. They lived happily for a few years, and even had a child together, a young boy. But one fateful day, when he was away on a case, Jillian just up and left, leaving no reason, and taking their child with her. After a few months of trying everything in his power to track them down, he gave up, and has retained an unhealthy dislike her and her family since then. Since then, he moved from his base in NY to Florida, working for the agency there. At the age of 28, he was involved with a major case, and his superiors made a decision that changed his life forever. Rafe was 'let go' in relation to 'questionable actions and decisions' relating to this case, wrecking his career. After this, he couldn't bear to stay in the state, so he moved again, to where he lives now, hunting the Zombies.

Likes/Dislikes(optional):: Rafe has an addiction to coffee, and loves a good kiwi barbecue. He enjoys his job, though wishes circumstances had been different and he was still within the FBI. Is a fan of metal/punk music.



Other::

Rafe can play the guitar and piano, and is a great dancer. He does hiphop and contempary dancing regularly, and has won his fair share of dance-offs over the years.

Saying:: Rafe has a common saying that he uses all the time - 'You can't handle the jandal.'

Song:: Victim by Avenged Sevenfold

House full of roses, a letter on the stairs
A tape full of messages for anyone who cares
Collage of broken words, and stories full of tears,
Remembering your life, 'cause we wish that you were here
Nothing is harder than to wake up all alone,
Realize it's not OK, it's the end of all you've known
Time keeps passing by, but it seems I'm frozen still,
Scars are left behind, but some too deep to feel

And some say this can't be real
And I've lost my power to feel tonight
We're all just victims of a crime
When all's gone and can't be regained
We can't seem to shelter the pain inside
We're all just victims of a crime

Some days you'll find me in a place I like to go,
Ask questions to myself 'bout the things I'll never know
What's left to find? 'Cause I need a little more
I need a little time, can we even up the score?

Some say this can't be real
And I've lost my power to feel tonight
We're all just victims of a crime
When all's gone and can't be regained
We can't seem to shelter the pain inside
We're all just victims of a crime

-Solo-

Nothing lasts forever, for all good things it's true
I'd rather trade it all, while somehow saving you
It must have been the season that threw us out of line
Once I stood so tall, now I'm searching for a sign

So don't need your salvation with promises unkind
And all the speculation, save it for another time
'Cause we all need a reason, a reason just to stay
And some just can't be bothered to
Stick around another day

-Solo-

And some say this can't be real
And I've lost my power to feel tonight
We've all been victims of a crime
When all is gone and can't be regained
We can't seem to shelter the pain inside
Ooh, we've all been victims of a crime
Victims of a crime
Living with this crime

I'm missing you
I'm missing you
I'm missing you
I'm missing you

[Diniveka|The|Zsadist]

Subject Title:: Rhage, son of Tohrture

Character Name:: Rhage

Age:: 165

Gender:: Male

Physical Appearance:: In human form, Rhage is tall, like all of his brothers, only beaten by Wrath, at a towering 6'8" and weighing in at 280 lbs of muscle. His amazingly blonde hair is cropped short, sticking up in an unruly mess that only adds to his attraction. Neon blue-green eyes stare out of a handsome face, the face of a model. His body is also that of a model, although not many male models would allow themselves to gain as much visible muscle as he has. It is obvious that he works out, though you can tell he very rarely goes to the gym. His muscle is all from fighting, hard training, and a brutal past. His golden skin as marred by two things, fighting scars on his arms and chest, and a huge tattoo covering his back. This tattoo an exact replica of his Beast, a huge, shimmering multicoloured Dragon with eyes that are solid white. The scales are not set in stripes of colour, or in big blobs, but each indiviual scale is a different colour or shade of red, black, grey and blue-green, blending with each other so that it is hard to pick out each individual scale colour . This tattoo seems to move, and if highly sensitive. If you touch the dragon’s snout, Rhage will feel the touch on his nose, and so on. Dressed in typical black leathers, his wardrobe is incredibly monochrome. He is built like a tank, though has a tapered waist and long, muscular arms and legs. In dragon form, he is easily 15 feet tall, with a long, muscular body that reached the 40ft long mark. He is one of the bigger Draconoh's, and he likes that fact, it giving him the edge over many.




Personality Description:: Rhage is a prankster, and is well known for his practical jokes and his way of pissing everyone off. He always gets on the bad side of people, but manages to scrape his way back before he gets hurt. Not that anyone would hurt him, as that would provoke Beast, and that wouldn't be good. Almost always happy, Rhage is always smiling, and is always plotting against his Brothers, thinking up ways to embarrass them, and piss them off. When he's fighting, however, he is one of the most dangerous, as if he is even slightly injured, his Beast reacts, and he changes, normally resulting in the beast wiping out the enemy. He is incredibly loyal and strong, and will do what needs to be done. Rhage is protective, as is his Beast, and will go to great lengths to protect those who need it. His eyes show his intelligence, though he doesn't act like it. He is strong willed and passionate, and not many can shift him from his decided path.

History:: A long time ago, Rhage insulted someone very powerful by killing an owl, one of her sacred symbols. She cursed him, and since then, when he has changed his Beast, he has been unable to control it, and doesn't remember what he did while in Draconoh form. It has been an exercise in self control, especially when he was in the army, and going through his training, but finally, about a year ago, she lifted the curse somewhat, letting him have most of the control back, and the ability to remember. Since then, his life has been pretty quiet, though he's itching for a real fight. He has six brothers, all built along the same lines, and all with similar names, Wrath, Vishous, Zsadist, Phury, Rehvenge and Tohrment. They are spread across the states, though keep in contact with each other, and they all have full control over their other side, though they also prefer to be in human form.

Likes/Dislikes (optional)::
Likes:: Pissing off his people around him, getting under their skin, a good fight, Autumn, when the leaves fall

Dislikes:: not being able to control the Beast

Other::
Preferred Form:: Human

Weapon of Choice:: His Beast

Training:: Extensive hand-to-hand training, has mastered most Martial Arts, and is experienced with knives and swords. He can use a gun, spear, bow-and-arrow, and every other weapon in existence. He owns at least one of each, most are in pairs though.

Quote::

He wanted to give her another word to say.,
Something like luscious or whisper or strawberry.
Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.-- Lover Eternal p.63

Song:: Becoming The Dragon - Trivium

Swimming the river ascending
Free of fear, filled with purpose
Nishikigoi fights through oceans of adversity
Against the current to obtain the highest goals

Swim through oceans of suffering
Climb to the falls of Dragon Gate
Become
Transform from Koi into a beast
Dragon

A living symbol of courage
No wave will shatter these scales
Dreams of three eagle claws and the paws of a tiger
Waterfall's up ahead, one thing left to do

Swim through oceans of suffering
Climb to the falls of Dragon Gate
Become
Transform from Koi into a beast
Dragon

You'll never stop the becoming, yeah
This dragon will rise and be king

All bear witness to a great form
Evolution is complete
A breath that turns into clouds producing rain or fire
Watch the world move according to each desire

Swim through oceans of suffering
Climb to the falls of Dragon Gate
Become
Transform from Koi into a beast
Dragon

Codeword:: Eagle

[Diniveka|The|Zsadist]

Subject Title: When Wilderness Calls

Character Name: Dante | Danika

Age: 100 | 47

Gender: Male | Female

Species: GeMoA Panther | GeMoA Panther

Physical Appearance: Of the two, Dante is physically the strongest. His thick black coat covers rippling muscle, and his powerful legs have large paws, equipped with deadly claws. His tail is long and is never still, always twitching warily. His emerald green eyes are always watching his surroundings. He is larger than an unmodified panther, and he would reach the waist of any normal-sized person of around 6 foot. He is powerful and fast, and of the pair is the most likely to get into a fight. Long thin scars cover him, the fur there growing white, from many fights where he had protected his younger sister, Danika. | Danika is leaner than her brother, slim and graceful. She is slightly smaller though is faster and more agile, and has the same rich dark coat and long tail. Her eyes are a rich, cobalt blue, at odds with her brothers and parents' green ones, and they are large, taking up half of her face. Otherwise, she looks the same as her brother, and the other two in her litter.

Personality: Dante is fiercly protective of his remaining sister, and will kill anything that tries to harm her. They are both intelligent, and Dante is always planning escape routes and the like. He will never let himself or Danika get captured, not after what happened to the rest of thier family. He is incredibly wary of Humans and GeMoCs, though he has gotten over it around their 'packmate' Sabin. | Danika is more trusting, which can really annoy Dante at times. She is far more energetic, and likes to run around and play, sometimes pouncing on his and initiating playfighting. She is more carefree, and far more curious, which sometimes annoys her brother, and she is always getting into trouble. Being younger, she often roams from their aerie, having located tunnels leading up to it, and will disappear for hours to roam the area.

History: They were born two seperate litters to the same parents, each litter one of four, but the other three in each died not long after birth. Their parents were incredibly protective of their two remaining kits, and they always took incredible care of them. When the two were slightly older, their parents both left on a hunt and were trapped by hunters, killed for their pelts. Dante and Danika managed to survive on their own, with the added hate of hunters, and a total wariness of all people. Sabin found them when they were about two years old, and managed to gain their trust through many acts of kindness and has managed to get them to travel with him, and live with him.

Other:: They live with Sabin de la Cruz, a Gen One Harpy, in his aerie.