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Posts : 307 Join date : 2010-06-26 Age : 113

Elkaira Gabrielle Sein
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Kaira is always curious, always observant, always wanting to learn new things. She can have a very blunt way of speaking. It isn’t that she’s mean or anything; she simply isn't too good at interacting with others. She is getting better by the day though. She likes to practice her cloning skills, and can even make flavourful foods now. One of her favourite snacks to make are strawberry Pocky's. She refuses to make another Usagi doll, because she feels that none could ever replace him, as he was her last memory of her father.

Elkaira was born in futuristic America. Her mother was cold, strict, and distant, leaving her father to care for her. Her father would often take her with him on business trips. It was on one to Japan that Kaira met Usagi-kun. Kaira, five years old at the time, had obediently followed her father off the plane, where she saw a plush bunny through the gift shop window. Her father saw her looking at it and bought it for her. She spent the rest of the trip to their hotel studying it, finally deciding on a name after she saw the tag that read ‘Usagi-kun, your new best friend!’ dangling from its ear.

When the two checked in at the hotel, her father left her at their room by herself for just a moment while he went down to the lobby to get something. Unfortunately, there was a shooting that same day, and Kaira’s father was killed. The cleaning lady found her curled up on the bed with a toy bunny in her arms, and she was sent to an orphanage soon after.

When she turned ten, she still hadn’t changed much from the girl she was five years ago. The other children at the orphanage thought she was strange, and she never spoke much, feeling constrained by the orphanage. She missed her father, and still wonders where he was. Perhaps, she often thought, he had deserted her.

The alien attack happened not too long after her tenth birthday. They had torn down half the orphanage, leaving her free to roam outside, drawn by her usual curiosity. She was then hustled aboard a ship headed straight for Sigma. She is now fourteen, having spent four years on the planet.

Posts : 307 Join date : 2010-06-26 Age : 113

Zero

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This young Ilet is loyal to no end... though he doesn't like to show it. He loves to tease and toy with others' feelings, though he gets jealous quite easily when it's done to him. He trusts very few, and that trust is easily shattered. To him, everyone is in their certain group; his allies, his enemies, and the ones that just take up space. When he help others, he claims it's either because he's indebted to them or because there was no point in just letting them die or whatever.

Zero isn't patient with anyone but himself... and possibly someone else. C; He usually doesn't speak his mind, and keeps his secrets hidden, though he gets nervous when talking about it. He tries to be nice, really he does, but rarely does it ever work. The weather affects his mood greatly.

Zero used to play the part of the obedient servant of the Ilet monarchy. From birth, he'd been serving the Ilet king and queen, and as an Ilet servant, he never had time for socializing; rather, he was very well paid for his being a spy and a sort of advisor, though very young. His parents were killed by an angry Ohmu on a rampage shortly after his birth.

Posts : 307 Join date : 2010-06-26 Age : 113

Evanescence Laeria Importante

Nessa's got a sort of rock-punk style. She likes vibrant, neon colours, and wearing black with them. Her signature thing is wearing arm warmers; she's got one in every style, every colour, and for every occasion, and tends to mix-and-match. She stands at around 5'3", and, when she was on Earth, dyed her hair frequently. It has since grown back to its natural cherry-Coke, slightly-past-shoulder-length style.

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Spunky, crazy, and full of strange ideas, she wasn't much of a scholar, but more of a social butterfly. She's outgoing and has her own style and likes to show it; she doesn't really give a damn about the "latest fashion". She has a huge Lip Smackers (or whatever brand it is now) collection as well, and her favourite is Mountain Dew.
Messy to no end, Nessa couldn't keep organized for a million bucks. Back on Earth, her room had been strewn with clothes and CD's, unnavigable to everyone but herself. Her ebony shelves and matching vanity table had housed her numerous collections - Lip Smackers, arm warmers, chibi anime character figurines, miniature fortune cats, earrings, the sorts.
She's infinitely loyal towards her friends, and is rather indecisive when it comes to who her best friend is. She considers all her good friends her 'best friends'. She sends sarcastic remarks to people she doesn't like, and gives out hugs to buddies. Romantic-wise, she is normally outgoing with guys, but nervous around ones that she has more-than feelings for. She is a bit tongue-tied towards them as well, but does her best not to show it for friendship's sake.
Nessa had always been athletically inclined. She's a fast runner, and adapts easily to new sports. At her school, she had been on the soccer team, the track team, and took extracurriculum hip hop. She also liked freestyle art classes, and just generally anything that let her express herself and her style.

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Evanescence Laeria Importante was born during the summer of 3575 - July 10, to be precise. Her mother's name was Seradine, her father Georg. Seradine was a very motherly person, who worked at a beauty salon and spent all the time she could with her daughter. She would attend all her sporting events, and supported her throughout her life. They would go shopping together, go to movies together, and didn't have the stereotyped mother-teenage daughter hate-hate relationship.
Her father, on the other hand, was a successful businessman. He brought home enough money for luxuries, fancy car, all that shiz. But he didn't really know what to do or how to act as a father. He would never ask how Nessa was doing in school, how she was coping with friends, or when her next soccer game was. He was shy around his daughter and felt a bit awkward and uncomfortable around her. He would just get her what she wanted, and awkward hello waves when he got home from work.
Timeskip to the alien invasion. Her mother came home in tears one day and Nessa, about eleven years old, quickly ran up to her with a huge hug and asked what was wrong. Sera explained to her what was happening and going to happen, and soon, Nessa had her bags backed to get on the alien spaceship. She had a neon pink, lime green, and purple suit case with clothes, a picture of her family, a pictures of her with her friends, her teams, and medals in it, and her favourite giant bag stuffed to the brim with her collections. Her mother promised that she would indeed see her again, but the look in her eyes told her that she most likely wouldn't. Nessa was a bit quieter from then on, and as happy as she was, there was always a bit of sadness and grief in her eyes, her expression, her tone of voice.
Fast forward again. One day, out of the blue while she was sitting in her room, she felt a huge wave of nostalgia crash over her, and went into a fit of tears. She was hitting the wall out of frustration and pent-up sadness. Looking up when she heard a louder-than-it-should-be crash, she frowned upon seeing the wall through a veil of tears. The wall was distorted, strange even through the wobbliness of the water in her eyes, and her right arm felt heavy. She reached up with it to dry her tears... and let out a yelp. What used to be her hand had been replaced with a club, spiked at the tips. Gingerly, she touched it with her good hand, her left hand, heart thudding.
After a full inspection, she looked up at the wall again. It was dented from where she'd given it a good beating with the spikes, and caved in from where the rounded part had hit it. She started to panic. She didn't want a club for a hand! How the hell did that even happen? Frantically, she started wishing for it to go away, and to her surprise, it worked. Now she was just curious. So she tried transforming her hands into stuff, but noticed that it would only work with weapons. Food was completely out of the question. So, yeah, that was pretty much how she figured her power out.

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She played the electric guitar and had a garage band with her two best friends. She was lead guitarist and vocalist. Her friend joined her with vocals and did bass guitar, while the other played the drums

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