Minx Nowling
Occupation ~ None
Little Minx was always known as a floater. She wanders about without a purpose, a prisoner of her own imagination. She has always been an outcast growing up, yet never appeared bothered or distressed by what many would call "loneliness." She doesn't complain, and makes the best of what she has and what there is.
She has a soft voice that can put others at ease, her innocence rubbing off on others. She has always been one to fall for the little things in life, whether it be the ripples in the water, or the slow, monotonous falling snow.
She has short, dark brown hair and soft pale skin with light freckles. She's only 5'3 and 17 years old with a small frame.
Mynx has never been one to be involved with the color feuds or even be aware of them. To her, the world has always been black, gray, and white. She was not born into a world of color, as her eyes were unable to see such. Being unable to see color has never taken a toll on Mynx's life, and she doesn't believe it's taken anything away and that she's missing out on something.
Little Minx was always known as a floater. She wanders about without a purpose, a prisoner of her own imagination. She has always been an outcast growing up, yet never appeared bothered or distressed by what many would call "loneliness." She doesn't complain, and makes the best of what she has and what there is.
She has a soft voice that can put others at ease, her innocence rubbing off on others. She has always been one to fall for the little things in life, whether it be the ripples in the water, or the slow, monotonous falling snow.
She has short, dark brown hair and soft pale skin with light freckles. She's only 5'3 and 17 years old with a small frame.
Mynx has never been one to be involved with the color feuds or even be aware of them. To her, the world has always been black, gray, and white. She was not born into a world of color, as her eyes were unable to see such. Being unable to see color has never taken a toll on Mynx's life, and she doesn't believe it's taken anything away and that she's missing out on something.
Josefa Breen
Occupation ~ None
Josefa is a sickly young girl. Born healthy, only to slowly lose it all with age. Her bones are weak, and her body easily bruised. Doctors haven't a clue what led to her sudden illness, and it seems as though the years of being prodded with needles and exams led to nothing. She's reached the point of defeat, refusing to attend checkups and take the "helpful" pills. They bring her fatigue and supposedly are used to suppress whatever her illness is, only prolonging her suffering. Doctors theorize it was caused by exposure to the outside world and the toxic environment, given that her family migrated from outside Taopleco's walls to the city while she was still inside her mother's belly. They had been tested for any possible diseases or sicknesses that could possibly spread to others, but were cleared. Instead, Josefa had been cursed with a disease only she was bound to while others around her questioned why this girl looked to sickly. Josefa no longer fears the unknown. She's lived her life in fear for long enough, and now faces it day by day.
She has long black hair and fair skin. Her dim eyes show her exhaustion from it all, and she hardly show much of a smile anymore. She's been unable to find something to bring a smile to her face for so long. She is 5'6 and is 16. She was taken out of the school program at La Perouse Vale High for several months while undergoing treatment and therapy many doctors hoped would aid her healing process, but she showed little process. She was given the chance to return to her education, though everyone knew she'd be incapable of holding a real job given her fragility and debility. Both she and her parents did not wish to return, and she remains homestead.
Josefa is a sickly young girl. Born healthy, only to slowly lose it all with age. Her bones are weak, and her body easily bruised. Doctors haven't a clue what led to her sudden illness, and it seems as though the years of being prodded with needles and exams led to nothing. She's reached the point of defeat, refusing to attend checkups and take the "helpful" pills. They bring her fatigue and supposedly are used to suppress whatever her illness is, only prolonging her suffering. Doctors theorize it was caused by exposure to the outside world and the toxic environment, given that her family migrated from outside Taopleco's walls to the city while she was still inside her mother's belly. They had been tested for any possible diseases or sicknesses that could possibly spread to others, but were cleared. Instead, Josefa had been cursed with a disease only she was bound to while others around her questioned why this girl looked to sickly. Josefa no longer fears the unknown. She's lived her life in fear for long enough, and now faces it day by day.
She has long black hair and fair skin. Her dim eyes show her exhaustion from it all, and she hardly show much of a smile anymore. She's been unable to find something to bring a smile to her face for so long. She is 5'6 and is 16. She was taken out of the school program at La Perouse Vale High for several months while undergoing treatment and therapy many doctors hoped would aid her healing process, but she showed little process. She was given the chance to return to her education, though everyone knew she'd be incapable of holding a real job given her fragility and debility. Both she and her parents did not wish to return, and she remains homestead.
Naio Akumiske
Naio Akumiske is a slight, waif-like boy of eight years with shaggy red hair down to his shoulders and brilliant green eyes. He is just one of many, standing out in his own, individual way, but still blending into the faded background that is the cityscape of Taopleco. Like many in the fallen world, he is alone and forgotten, just one of those children that fate deemed fit to abandon with after toying in his affairs. But Naio is a little different than most. He is not hidden and small and afraid. Rather, he sees it all as some big adventure. He is not scared of anything, which puts him in some horrible predicaments, but somehow, he always gets through. He has a very twisted view of how the world works, as no one ever was around to set him straight. As such, he submits to no authority and believes the world is all some kind of fantasy that he created, something that he owns or rules, and when he thinks like that, he can believe anything he wants to. Naio has been alone for quite some time. He lived on the streets with his older brother since he could remember. But he does not know what happened to that older brother, only that one day, he woke up and his brother was not there anymore. Naio seldom ever feels negative emotions like loneliness or abandonment, sadness or fear, worry or nervousness. He is always positive and staying positive. Life is a game. A game that he decided to play one day and hasn't gotten bored of yet.
Dracula Brannenstein
Age: 7
Chroma gaze (Crimson)
Dracula does not understand how utterly depressing his young life was. He was too small to understand the gravity of things or the course of his situation. He does know the loneliness and the sorrow, but not the extent of what surrounds him. He never had the influence of an adult to guide him and help him understand. He sees them more often as he wants them to be rather than as they are. Dracula is a street urchin. He was born to an underage mom who was some goth or otherwise gothic obsessed person, for she named him Dracula. He knows that much about himself. When he was five, she sat him down in an alley by a dumpster and told him to wait there for her while she went to go buy things she needed. Most likely drugs or cigarettes, but Dracula did not know what those words were. So he sat there and waited. He waited for two days, eating food out of the dumpster when he got too hungry. And then he had no choice but to find somewhere to hide during a rainstorm. And so he got lost. At least he thinks he's just lost. He won't admit that he was abandoned two years ago. And even though she was a lowlife who treated him horribly, the scars on his arms and body prove that well enough, he still loves her and wants her badly. So he will go up to people if they seem nice and ask them where his momma went. To which people don't care to reply or reply with something rude, or some give him money or food or try to take him to social services. But he runs and hides. He can't always remember the two words social services, but his momma said they were something bad, so he doesn't like to stick around to find out about them. He wandered deep into the heart of crimson territory and now has their gaze, and their powers. Their abilities come to him unsummoned and are rather out of control. He can hurt people when he doesn't want to, merely because his strength increases. He can see details or hear heartbeats or taste something disgusting, even if he does not want to. He does not know that his eyes are red, but he sees the people with the crimson gaze. They frighten him, and he runs away. He's always running and hiding, like a little mouse.
Chroma gaze (Crimson)
Dracula does not understand how utterly depressing his young life was. He was too small to understand the gravity of things or the course of his situation. He does know the loneliness and the sorrow, but not the extent of what surrounds him. He never had the influence of an adult to guide him and help him understand. He sees them more often as he wants them to be rather than as they are. Dracula is a street urchin. He was born to an underage mom who was some goth or otherwise gothic obsessed person, for she named him Dracula. He knows that much about himself. When he was five, she sat him down in an alley by a dumpster and told him to wait there for her while she went to go buy things she needed. Most likely drugs or cigarettes, but Dracula did not know what those words were. So he sat there and waited. He waited for two days, eating food out of the dumpster when he got too hungry. And then he had no choice but to find somewhere to hide during a rainstorm. And so he got lost. At least he thinks he's just lost. He won't admit that he was abandoned two years ago. And even though she was a lowlife who treated him horribly, the scars on his arms and body prove that well enough, he still loves her and wants her badly. So he will go up to people if they seem nice and ask them where his momma went. To which people don't care to reply or reply with something rude, or some give him money or food or try to take him to social services. But he runs and hides. He can't always remember the two words social services, but his momma said they were something bad, so he doesn't like to stick around to find out about them. He wandered deep into the heart of crimson territory and now has their gaze, and their powers. Their abilities come to him unsummoned and are rather out of control. He can hurt people when he doesn't want to, merely because his strength increases. He can see details or hear heartbeats or taste something disgusting, even if he does not want to. He does not know that his eyes are red, but he sees the people with the crimson gaze. They frighten him, and he runs away. He's always running and hiding, like a little mouse.