Shattered Planes Archives (Seasons 4 & 5)

Sooo because Kaleb gave me the Galactic company I decided to make some charys for them! SOOOO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO *drumroll*

Character Name: Galaxy
Age: Sometime before the First Genesis-Phoenix War.
Gender: Male
Race: Phoenix Sage
Appearance:

Alliance: Galactic, Inc.
Personality (one paragraph minimum):
Nobody really knows. Truthfully, Galaxy appreciates privacy. He is a kind, gentle hearted old geezer, but he does not associate well with people. He can also be quite paranoid at times.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): A briefcase and a wooden cane.
Combat Level (Average of magic level and physical strength. If you don't know what to do here, don't fill it out and the staff will help you.):
- Magic  Level: 5
- Physical Strength: 2
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs):
Nobody really knows much about Galaxy's past. Thirty years ago, at the end of the Sage Three conflict, he established Galactic, Inc. as what was originally a weapon's manufacturing plant on Boarder Line, a private contractor to member parties of the Alliance. Even in those days, nobody ever saw Galaxy's face. He always used private representation to make public announcements, and nobody even knew his name. This was how he preferred things to be.

As the various technological empires within the Alliance grew over the next few years, so too did Galactic, Inc. When Galactic, Inc. applied for a charter, they officially became a private corporation, and to the public, the leadership of Galactic, Inc. was simply "The Board of Directors" but in actuality the only board member was Galaxy. Nobody knew who the board was. He kept it this way.

Eventually, Galactic, Inc. branched out into other departments, becoming well known for it's media branch after the Alliance fell. Not many remember that it got it's start in weapon manufacturing, but alas, it still manufactures various weapons for interested clients. It has expanded it's borders upon many planets. That brings it to where it is today...

Galaxy may finally reveal himself to the public as he enters the Excel Tournament.

RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level):
http://shatteredplanes.com/forum/index.php?topic=5547.msg49960#msg49960

OH NOES *Flails arms* Uhm... Uhm... <_< >_> *POOF*

So... I forgots to say that the kissed change to look like a Siren! It hurts lotsies.

Character Name: Shelby
Age: 16 in appearance, 58 in actuality.
Gender: Female
Race: Siren
Appearance:
Alliance: N/A
Personality (one paragraph minimum): Chipper and ecstatic, Shelby brings joy to the hearts of many, though she does not feel joyful herself because of the curse. With an aggressive scowl, she inspires fear in the hearts of grown men, and leaves them shaking in their boots. Despair is her middle name. She cries herself to sleep, trying to feel love once more.
Inventory (Weapons, Equipment, Etc): A handgun which her father gave her.
Combat Level (Average of magic level and physical strength. If you don't know what to do here, don't fill it out and the staff will help you.):
- Magic  Level: 3
- Physical Strength: 2
Character's History (Minimum 3 Paragraphs):
Wake up, you little whore.

Eyes open. I am running. I can't feel anything, no fear, no joy, no sadness, no nothing. Eyes open. I am running. I do not lower my guard, or else I will die. Memories flash through my young, pretty head. I had been kissing him. I had watched him die. I don't know if he's really dead. Is it possible? Eyes open. I am running.

Days pass. It feels as if it's been days, anyway. Maybe it's only been a few hours. I come across a city. People everywhere. Life is normal. Life is serene, routine, renewing. I am hungry. I have never been this hungry before. I want to sing. My lips part, and I hear my voice. It sounds so soft. It is as if I am not in control of my body. My pitch grows higher.

People around me go mad. They are rioting now, breaking windows. All is going to hell around me, and I keep singing. What is happening? My skin is burning. I keep singing, just a little louder now. I see the man. He has a scar on his face. He isn't running, breaking things like the rest. He is staring at me. He is beautiful. I don't know why, but he looks familiar.

He comes up to me and holds my hand and I know that everything will be okay. I have changed. I am no longer human. I no longer feel anything. It does not matter to me. With this man, I travel. He tells me that there are others like us. Some, he says, are good. Some are bad. We have to keep running from the bad. They want to kill us. We must keep running. Feeding.

So we keep running. This is life.
RP Sample (Depending On Combat Level):
Shelby was not rather primed for abandoning all expectations yet, as she uneasily trod up and down the pavement, her view fixed on the orange skyline for the thinnest signal that he would yield to her every desire and once more join her. It had been, at this precise instant, close to an entire revolution of the clock's hands since she last saw his face. He had given her clear instruction that, if he had not regressed from his trip by the time that the sun set, to bear well with arms inside the abandoned hotel building and await him till the time that the sun once more peaked upon the city, at which time, if she still did not see his face, she should return back without him. She had no anticipation of doing that, she would not leave him here, in the city, alone. She loved him too much to let his last breath be upon her own shoulders.

It wasn't her defect that she was a resolute, lonely individual in an incomprehensible ocean of confusion. Shelby had come to the city to try to find herself. She had the company of Malik, of her own will, simply because he was one of the only people who understood truly understood her, and protected her when she needed it. That wasn't to say that she couldn't protect herself, of course. She kicked ass when she got in a bad situation, but it was always comforting to have Malik with her. It was the closest thing to love she had felt for anyone, ever since he broke her heart.

Shelby took in a deep gasp of air as she felt the distant touch of the firearm in the grasp of her left arm, her fingers clinched around it. She knew that this gun would not stop them if they showed up, but she couldn't help but feel as if there were two eyes fixed on her, watching her like a perversely mad ex-lover. The sun was going down now, and she felt herself growing colder with every passing second. As her eyes scanned the sky one last time for Malik, she felt herself loosing confidence. Slowly, she turned and started for the door of the abandoned hotel, when she heard the blood-curling scream.

SCREACH!

Alarmed, her body jerked around, and her firearm raised, her finger ready to squeeze the trigger at any moment. Before her, in a heap of blood and guts, was Malik, his eyes fixed upon Shelby, fear in his eyes. She rushed down to his side, kneeling down, her soft hand taking his cheek. Something awful had happened, and she was afraid. She watched his lips part, effort and will being translated into a soft whisper. Her ears lowered to his lips, desperate for comprehension.

?Don't look. I'm hideous.?

She didn't know rather to smack him or cry into his shoulder, desperate, so she did both. His bloody hand reached up, softly running through her hair as he choked up a laugh, coughing up some blood along the way. He didn't remember what love felt like, but if the feeling he had now, with her warm embrace comforting him, was anything remotely close, he would search his entire life to have it once more. He smiled as, between her sobs, she relayed his feelings.

"Don't ever leave me again," she whispered softly as the sun set.

Sowwy