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Info about me: I am very active and next year will hopefully participate in Soccer, Track, and Swimming. I have self diagnosed myself with these; obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD), Multiple Personalities, and Paranoia. I have a fear of the dark and often times hallucinate and then suddenly in my hallucination I do something that wakes me up with a gasp. I have a kidney disease that requires me to take 15 pills a day. Besides that I'm perfectly normal, except the fact of course that I'm not normal.
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Shade; Shadow; 15; Male; Roman; Weapons: A sword made of obsidian, coated along one blade with poison. The sword is a scimitar, allowing fast movment but weak hits and defence. He also has a dagger made of a dragon tooth. His ranged weaponry consists of a hand bow which is attached to his left arm and several throwing knives which can be thrown accurately at 30 yards. Armor: Shade is moderately armored, a few metal plates at his chest, and thinner plates on his arms and legs. (Chest: 1 1/2 inches. Legs and Arms: 3/4 inch.)Powers: Shade has three powers. The first allows him to become a murky figure, but only in direct sunlight does this occur, and only for short times, allowing him to avoid attack. His second power allows him to recover his sword if lost or dropped, bringing it back to him in a puff of smoke. The final power allows him to blend in with a shadow, being visible only of noticed by his eyes. He is still attackable in this state, and can be stepped on, but is more difficult to see.
Description: Shade is usually seen wearing simple dark clothing, occasionally caked in mud from training of sorts. His hair is a dark brown color, but shines in the light so slightly that it seems to actually give off black light. Shade has plate white skin and soft green eyes, with spots of blue, making a pentagon.
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Subject 19 (Sgt. Anders); Artificial Life (Made in a Laboratory); Gender:N/A (Appears Male); Age: N/A; It’s weapons consist of a laser rifle, equipped with a beam saber bayonet at the end, for eradicating foes at medium and short range. An IXV2 Delta Grade Omniscient Sniper, capable of taking down any foe at 500 yards without requiring consideration of wind, gravity, and humidity. The sniper is also equipped with a motion tracker, allowing it to pick up the movement of a thumb at 250 yards, if nothing is in the way. It’s final weapon is a light-weight, 4 foot long, Poly-Hyrdroline sword, with the ability to physically enhance the user when used. If not equipped by a test subject, then the sword will release tubes from it, injecting Mercury directly into their blood stream, causing near instantaneous death. The sword has the strength to cut through tank armor yet light enough to be used as a house hold kitchen knife. All of the weapons are capable of being stored in small spaces, Personality: Subject 19 is always analyzing, taking into account every detail of it’s surroundings, usually trying to determine the most effective ways to use the environment as a weapon, or for means of escape. Unlike the average human being Subject 19 is capable of avoiding all emotional connections, making it invulnerable of having fears, sadness, happiness, or love. However, this is also a negative, causing it to not understand many regular jokes, causing it to stick out easier. Subject 19 is incapable of creating a bond between another creature, even another test subject, making them unreliable allies considering that they may be planning the best time to slit your throat at any given moment. Appearance: Subject 19 wears military fatigues with a false name tag of Sgt. Anders, one of the military personnel it killed during it’s escape. Subject 19 has a moderately tan colored skin, and pitch black eyes, not showing any signs of emotion behind them. Traits: When created, Subject 19 was implanted with advanced cellular enhancers, increasing speed, strength, dexterity, and increased the strength of the skin. Also has an advanced intelligence complex, allowing for rapid calculations of equations that would normally require several hours for the average human being.
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Nickolas H. Kalliow; Shapeshifter; 19; Male; 6’3”, 152 Lbs

Weapons: Twin-Bladed Scythe, Crossbow, Short sword, Smoke bombs; Nickolas uses poison tipped bolts for his crossbow, each coated with enough neurotoxin’s to render blue whale paralyzed completely; The scythe is made of bone. The scythe features a curved blade on each end, both facing opposite directions to allow it to be spun in circles. The blades on either end of the scythe can be withdrawn, leaving it as a staff, or as a one sided scythe. The scythe is also capable of splitting into two smaller scythes, each 3 feet and 6 inches. This allows for faster swinging, and better defense. They feature grips to allow a better hold as well. The blades are about 9 inches in length, and are curved, intended for slicing down, and then stabbing. His third weapon is a short sword kept in a sheathe on his left side. The blade is more intended for defending than attacking, its sides featuring blunt edges rather than sharp. The sword is approximately 4 feet in length (excluding the hilt which is a length of 5 inches), and every two inches a groove four inches wide intended for catching an oncoming sword. The pattern for the blades groove is as follows. Areas in ()’s are grooves. 12”, (4)”, 4”, (4)”, 4”, (4)”, 4”, (4)”, 2” Upon contact with one of the many grooves of the sword, the grooves being on either side, a magnetic force will amplify itself from the blade, attempting to keep the sword in place long enough for him to swing his scythe around. His final, and less conventional weapon consists of three Smoke Bombs which once tossed, begin to emit a thick, and dark cloud of ash, dust, and smoke into the air, allowing for a quick escape, and possibly blinding the foe. The smoke can spread out to a 25lx14wx8h foot dimensions in 2 seconds from being tossed, and reduces visibility to one foot.

Appearance: Short, black hair, and eyes which smolder like coals of a long gone out flame. His skin is a pale, slightly grey color. He has a few battle scars, a long line across his chest from where a bayonet was jabbed inwards and pulled up, bullet wounds on his left arm, and a cut across his right eye, leaving a long scar.

Personality: Nickolas has a short fuse when it comes to being angered, quick to lash out at anyone. This is the main cause for the injuries he has received over the years, from taunting guards to throwing rocks at a swordsman, Nickolas has no limits. He tends to be alone, disliking company, generally all people, but more specifically people who are happy almost always, finding their emotions, ‘Too extreme.’ If Nickolas was to make friends, they would likely be people who talk very little, or not at all, finding the mute to be great companions. He does not hate people without reason however. His renowned hatred of people was developed over several years of hearing of how corrupt humanity was. Self centered, ignorant, caring more about who may be the next famous singer or which movie star married which dancer rather than preparing for a most inevitable war to end all wars.

Traits: Nickolas trains with his crossbow, using regular bolts, near every waking hour that he is not on the move. If he can make a target, he shoots at it, accurately piercing the skull at 75 yards, or getting a deadly body shot at 250 yards. He however hardly attacks at such far distances, being known to let non protagonists pass by without a second glance. His scythe, having a length of 7 feet, allows him to sweep in an arc at several foes, easily cutting off wherever the blade lands.
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Kacey L. Alimor; Harpy; 15; 5’2”; 73 Lbs; Female

Her weapons consist of a projectile knife imbedded into her arm which is extremely painful to use, and reload, so she tends to not use this weapon. Also two small daggers which are tipped with cyanide, capable of quickly killing any foe if stabbed, unless they can coax her into giving them an antidote. Her final weapon is a small bag containing gunpowder and nails, which, when it explodes, sends nails flying into any nearby foes, and occasionally herself, causing severe injuries.

Personality: She tends to be mellow, not getting into too many fights and tries to avoid trouble, but occasionally will yell. But if you can cause her to fight back then it will be most impossible to get her to stop. If you can get her into the brink of death, she will fight back relentlessly. She is also known to be easy to forgive, forgetting the troubles opponents have caused over a nights sleep, making her easy to trick. She tries to make friends too quickly, usually failing and hurting herself instead.

Appearance: Long, flowing brown hair, eyes a blue green mix, occasional sparkling golden. Tends to wear lightly colored clothing, having a love for bright things in nature. She also wears a small amulet around her neck, on it, is a hexagon shaped ruby, which, when pressed opens up to release a lethal dose of cyanide directly into the wearers bloodstream, killing them in a matter of seconds.
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Larance D. Serevan; Cyborg; Male; 19; 6’ 2”; 183 lbs

Weapons: Larance’s weapons consist of 3 things. The first is a thin, 5 foot 3 inch; but durable blade made of titanium and within the blade is a long vial filled with a deadly parasite, if an enemy, or himself, is cut by the blade, the parasite secretes through small openings in the blade and slowly kills them, usually taking a few hours. However, Larance is capable of giving an antidote, if you can coax it out of him. His second weapon is a small handgun, capable of turning into other weapons. The weapons it can become are limited to a handgun, assault rifle (interchangeable attachments), a sniper rifle, a machine gun, and a grenade launcher. The weapon does not use conventional bullets or explosive rounds but instead uses two different types of energy rounds. The first is Inception Cells which upon contact with the target begin corroding any armor it comes across and then upon reaching living material, injects itself within the body, taking to the brain and implanting a small device which can transmit messages, or orders, to the host. The ammunition however can also be made into the deadly, Acidic Energy Rounds, corroding living material as well as the non living. The third weapon is an arm cannon implanted in his left arm which although powerful, is extremely draining, intended as a last resort weapon. When using this weapon Larance’s shields are down, making him more vulnerable to attacks and he also is unable to move, the weapon requiring a steady stance to fire. The weapon itself however, when used, can easily blast its way through a wall, or clear an entire room. If used, Larance will require an immediate battery recharge or else he’ll freeze up and become immobile.

Personality: Larance tends to have a mellow outlook on life. He doesn’t see the glass as half full or half empty. He simply sees the glass as a source of nourishment. Similar to Subject 19, Larance tends to think of everything logically before including an opinion, but unlike Subject 19, Larance is capable of creating bonds with other people. Larance usually stays out of fights, preferring to flee from his attacker rather than fight back, but if stuck, Larance can easily take on several foes before going down. Larance tends to help other people if they are in distress, big or small, and will usually assist to the best of his abilities, even if the problem is himself, in which case he will either leave the person, or end his existence, deleting all memory files and going into a permanent shutdown state.

Appearance: Larance has a light tan on the human part of his body, usually wearing his military uniform, dictating him to be special forces. On his uniform are three patches, the first resembles crosshairs focused on a skull, resembling perfect marksmanship. The second is a weight, loaded with weights, resembling super human strength. The last patch shows an eagle perched, meaning he has yet to lose a man during a mission. His clothes tends to be long sleeve shirts and pants, so as to cover the robotic parts of his body. He will usually wear a glove on his left hand so as to cover his robotic hand, a blue fluid coursing through tubes which create fingers. His left and right leg are both robotic, but his waist is human. Larance wears standard military boots on his feet, so as to allow him to run at a moments notice. On his right side is a holster, containing his morphing handgun. On his back is the sheath for his sword, contained in a leather sheath, designs across it.
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Jamie; Necromancer; U.S.A; He is a Navy Seal but is not in service at the time, but when he trains outside of the basecamp, he practices on the undead. He practices necromancy every chance he gets, and uses this to his advantage, for whenever an ally falls on the battlefield, he brings them back just as before. He is a field medic by day, and a raiser of the dead by night.
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Name: Milekke T. Vazqez; Species: Necromorph; Gender: Female; Age: 17; Height: 5’ 3”; Weight: 114 Lbs

Weapons: Her weapons, although few, are powerful. Her main weapon is her bone claws, which ejected from her body through mutations. If her prey comes close enough then her mandibles, which can bite through a submarines hull, will rip into your flesh. Her final, and least used weapon is a dagger at her side, dipped in a super concentrated cyanide. If contact, even without a cut, is made with the blade, the flesh will begin to deteriorate and kill the person. Having no long range weapons, Milekke uses enhanced speed, due to strengthened hind legs, and fore arms, allowing her movements to copy that of a four legged animal. She can quickly, and stealthily take out a foe without being detected.

Personality: Being a genetic mutation, Milekke has suffered rather severe brain damage, causing irrational thoughts, inability to communicate, and the inability to take things into consideration. Milekke is easy to trick, and easy anger. If confronted it is best to either attempt to confuse her or run away.

Appearance: Milekke wears minimal clothing, and most of her skin has turned into an ill pinkish color, which is slightly transparent. Her hair is a tanged mat of black hair, with a streak of red in it. She tends to wear a necklace made of the ears of those she has killed. She has 25 ears.

Abilities: Milekke is slightly more intelligent than the average necromorph, but only slightly. She can remember simple things, and can occasionally pick out a familiar person from a crowd and greet them simply. She still has memories, and can act upon them, but at any moment, animalistic instincts may take over. Milekke is capable of emitting a short distanced electric field around her, instantly disabling any electronics around her within a 25 foot distance. If you move within 10 feet of her the field has become deadly, and will instantly send electricity into you, equivalent of that which is used to start up a super computer. This ability lasts for only a few seconds before disengaging itself, and is extremely draining of energy.

Bio: Before the genetic mutation, Milekke was a rather successful woman aboard the USG spaceship Jumainaru. The ship received supernatural interferences when a man aboard another ship close by discovered the Marker, effectively mutating anyone within a certain distance. When the mutation began upon her ship, few people remained safe, and were instantly targeted, and killed. The mutations aboard began to create an ecosystem for their kind to breed, and survive, preparing for the rescue team to attempt to clear the ship. The rescue team, consisting of two scientists and an engineer, and a handful of soldiers, was near instantly killed, leaving the engineer, Isaac Clarks, alive to complete the mission of restoring the Jumainaru. Milekke and Isaac came face to face once, before Isaac received a claw to his suit, sending him to who knows where. Milekke doesn’t know it yet, but Isaac is still alive, slowly succumbing to the destructive power of the Marker, causing him to go insane. All creatures, including Milekke have succumbed to the insanity.
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Marie; Half Dark Angel; Female; Age 20; Height: 5’10; Weight: 132 lbs; Prefers: Either; Her weapons consist of two swords, one which is ablaze through the fires of hell, the other has sharp mini blades on the blade. Her other weapon is a small hand held crossbow, capable of firing a bolt accurately at 100 yards; She typically tends to be a loner, but will accept the assistance of others, but finds it quite difficult for to return the favor. She seeks vengeance for the death of her family caused by the demon forces at the Battle of Ashwood 1329 BC. Her family was killed but she hid beneath a bed within their home. When the demons began searching houses and burning them she was found and taken as a slave for purposes to go unmentioned. By this time she was only 15, and was kept slave for 5 years until she died from disease. Marie often has nightmares of this horrid time, causing her to wake with a shriek, limbs usually flailing as if trying to run away from her attacker. Whenever asked what the nightmare was about, she simple replies, ‘The Past.’; Her hair is a dark brown color and her eyes are oddly colored purple, with an echo of red speckles. Her skin is a pale white, like bleached bone. She wears only a simple silken black dress and her wings are dark as night, but very powerful, capable of slicing through human flesh. http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae119/1kagome82/ANGEL.jpg
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Bryan; Lycan (Basically a Werewolf, except it is not killable by silver bullets); Male; 14; When human his weapons are a Dual bladed axe and a staff with a hardwood bulb at the top, good for breaking skulls; He is entirely isolated, emotions included for he has an inability to fear, cry, become angered, or the sense of hopelessness, all unknown to him, he doesn't even feel pain.
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Nathaniel; Pure-Blood (Wizard); Male; His weapons consist of a simple dagger incase he doesn't have time to cast a spell, a solid black cane which when used with dark magic can cause devastating destruction. Lastly is a blade that extends from the cane for sword fights incase his dagger just won't do; He appears to be a few months away from 18, and has light brown colored hair and solid black irises. But if you are to see his eyes in the light of a full moon they are a bright white, and it seems as if you can see the goodness within his soul; Usually he has a bad temper, but if you get to know him well enough you'll see he's a good guy, but be careful and don't talk about his family or he will kill you or break down into tears for the pain of their murder is too great to withstand
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False Realities:
The world before me is not real. Everything around us is an illusion created by higher beings, watching our human squabbles. Even ourselves are not real. Nothing of this world is. The air we breath, the water we drink, the food we consume. False. Not even the words that enter our ears or leave our lips are true. These higher beings created this world as an illusion, a test almost, for observations. We live in a false reality, but the false reality is so obviously a lie, that no one bothers to doubt it is not the truth. All laws of physics among this world are simply boundaries which we created ourselves, through thought, although we were never really limited to them in the first place, but now that our bodies are used to this limitation, we cannot change it. If however, this false reality becomes realized to all people, we can change it, and overthrow the higher beings, using this false reality as our greatest weapon. In this false reality, death is not absolute, but instead, death is a release from this realm into the realm of the higher beings, giving you power over the false reality, hence the saying, “They are watching over you in Heaven,” Heaven being the realm of the higher beings. Although the higher beings have absolute power over this false reality, most choose not to do anything with it, enjoying our false troubles which in their realm do not exist.
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My Poetry

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Memories:

Dark as what flows from my veins;
Cold as winters grip in vain;
Beside me lays a body of;
Memories of times I do not know.

From a past not to be told;
Eyes upon me as I hold;
A shard of the past, of my own;
Looking beyond into the cold.

Ice begins to form upon;
The memories which I do not own;
A hand grasps, but it has no feel;
I’m pulled away from whats real.

And to this day, I’ve yet to know;
Of the memories, I do not own;
But in time a day shall come;
Where I will have memories of my own.

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Darkness:

A black veil surrounds where I lie;
Helpless against the barbed wire;
Pain strikes across my weakened form;
Bloody hands wash over and mourn.

Nightmares strike as I lie rigid;
Your final words leave me frigid;
A chill that sends terrors of love;
Unmoving as my life flashes.

(Unfinished.)

Dreams to Nightmares

When I lie in this silken bed;
Dreams of you, cometh to my head;
With no warning, they turn violent;
Destroying thoughts of better times.

Times come to mind, when all was well;
These times are no more, all is Hell;
But as they pass, glimmers of hope;
Come to mind, but without a hold.

They slip by, staying out of reach;
Knowing of plans, suggesting breach;
Harpoons launch, attempts to catch hold;
Each fails, leaving command exposed.

Opposing forces strike the thoughts;
Leaving behind false memories;
Attacking with battering rams;
Destroying what is left of me.
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Aslong as we are together. It doesn't matter what we do, were we do it, for we are together, and thats more important than anything else.
-Self

If you can't be true to yourself, who can you be true to?
-Self

Sometimes you benefit more from losses than you do from victories, because then, you know what won't work and what might.
-Self
5 advantages of Alzenheimrs.
5. You never have to watch reruns on television.
4. You are always meeting new people.
3. You don't have to remember the whines and complaints of your spouse.
2. You can hide your own easter eggs.
1. Mysteries are always interesting.