Kurr's Victi---err, Characters

Characters: [I WRITE TOO MUCH I THINK, FAR TOO MUCH, I APOLOGIZE, DEAR GOD :,,,D]

Harper Merinski [2nd gen]
Remmy Hagar [2nd gen] [killed in-game]
Aaya Ashoka [1st generation, 3rd generation]
Salim Ashoka [1st generation, deceased]
Shir [3rd generation]
Luka Li [3rd generation]
Shinoko Kawatori [2nd generation]

PIC, better one later, pwomise. 83




Name: Harper Merinski [Dislikes his first
name and only goes by his surname though---god forbid someone call him “Harpy”
xD]
Gender: Male
Age: 28 [November 4^th, Scorpio]
Personality: Aloof, judgmental. Merinski tends to scowl and
sneer quite a bit, making rude and scathing comments. He takes pleasure in
verbally tormenting “cheery” people, but this is mostly because he cannot
understand WHY their look on life is so sunny, and that lack of understanding
frustrates him. Is almost completely asexual and does not have a good grasp of
romantic love, brazenly proclaiming it to be disgusting, useless, and beyond
his realm of comprehension. His personality is very much that of a bully, but
he doesn’t have much power to back up his words. He easily gets frustrated and
worked up, freaking out over the smallest detail of something [almost to the
point of comedy to any onlooker] and ranting until he moves on with a new topic
to occupy his disdain. He’s pride is easily hurt though, and this just makes
him more unpleasant. He’s happiest being in control of a situation and is a
sort of personality that enjoys pattern and consistency. He’s very neurotic
about the arrangement of objects and schedules, it’s a bit of an OCD. Has very
few people he particularly enjoys, but those he does, he is fiercely loyal to;
he actually possesses a HIGHLY loyal and subservient personality; he NEEDS
someone to worship----the tricky part is proving to him you’re worthy of his
rather selective adoration.
Appearance: Merinski is one of those awkward, ugly kids that
everyone made fun of in high school for dressing like a creeper and having
little to no concept of hygiene. Now at 28, not too much has changed, except
now he smells a bit more acceptable; of black leather and seething hatred for
everything except coffee and crossword puzzles. He has extremely pale blue eyes
that are constantly judging others, and thin, shoulder-length platinum blonde
hair, which is quite possibly receding; either that, or that forehead of his is
just a billboard for the sake of it, with a brow almost permanently furrowed
from scowling too hard for too long. His build is pathetic, skinny and stick-like
with a gaunt face, about 5’11” and 132 lbs. Thinking he was some kind of
bad-ass [isn’t THAT cute], Mer got all of his teeth sharpened when he was 18,
and is now basically a mouthful of shark. His mode of dress is anywhere from
leather-wearing ‘dude, settle the F*CK down’ metalhead, to old-school goth, to
typical trenchcoat creeper. Just as long as its black/grey and covers his legs
so they don’t really show. Also, spiked boots always. The most prominent thing
about Merinski’s look though is the CORPSE PAINT. Like the member of some
satan-praisin’ black metal band, Merinski wears CORPSE PAINT all of the TIME.
White paint all over his face, with black on his eyes and lips, and little
black slash marks going up/over his eyes. OH YEAH, ‘bout that ugliness; under
that cheap, greasy make-up, Merinski’s face is plagued with acne. If we ever
saw them, I bet his shoulders and back would be too. As an added fun bonus,
Merinski is also plagued with a permanent eye twitch and an inability to grow
hair anywhere except the top of his head [although its pretty darn thin and
fail, even there] thanks to his mother doing many fun and illegal drugs when
she was pregnant with him. So his lack of eyelashes and eyebrows is also pretty
obvious. All in all….he’s just kind of delightfully icky. xD ;D
Background: Self-righteous, bitchy, angry old goth. Had very few friends, mostly because he is quite antisocial and dislikes human contact. Remembers high school VIVIDLY.
Really, the only important thing the man can really remember of his past right now is
that he…worshipped someone. And now he subconsciously is searching for another
to worship and serve, to fill the odd void he feels in his black little heart
and gaping memories.
Classification: Psychic/Genetic? [unsure how to classify it
xD]


Merinski discovers something rather…interesting. When he is
hurt or bleeding he is able to manipulate his blood by force of will, whether
that be bringing his blood “back” to himself and being able to heal, or
manipulating his blood like a weapon, even having his blood seeping into the
orifices of others and being able to possess and control them for a short time.
This “power” however is a double-edged sword…for he must first be bleeding out
in order to use it. And despite using the same power to heal, it is quite
possible for him to lose so much blood that the whole thing would just be useless
and he’d render himself incapacitated or worse. It’s a very delicate and
careful power in the hands of a very “un-careful” individual.
Partner: BOB. <3

Blah, better pic later, but it'll do for now~~~


Name: Remmy Hagar
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Personality: Sweet and
eager to help others, however he is easily spooked and is deeply emotionally
affected by the suffering and sorrow of others. Isn’t spooked in the sense of
“OH, GOD, MUST RUN AWAY,” but rather more mentally spooked; it’s hard for him
to fathom why a person would hurt another. He refers to violence and suffering
as “Bad Things” and does his best to construct a mental “safe-zone” where he
can be happy inside of his own mind, often ignoring “The Bad Things” if he can.
That aside though, Remmy LOVES being around other people; close contact
comforts him, and he loves to find a friend in most everyone. Despite being a
nervous and mentally fragile individual, his most notable personality traits
are his openness and warmth, and his love and need to socialize [or rather
ramble excitedly]. Although talkative, Remmy isn’t a very loud creature,
speaking softly and quickly, often cutting himself off with an oddly placed
giggle or wild gesture in an often futile but cutely comedic attempt to further
whatever he’s trying to talk about.
Appearance: Short and skinny for his age, Remmy’s size is
slightly stunted from the drugs he was addicted to as a young teen, coming to
about 5’2”. He has wild and tightly curled black [almost navy blue looking] hair
that goes a bit beyond his shoulders, most often not brushed because of its
absolutely untamable nature. His eyes are a bright green, large, sweet, and
questioning, but almost more than a little unnerving when he’s reflecting on
something…unpleasant. Remmy’s pale, skinny arms are pocked with many tiny scars
from once frequent injections, and he also has dark circles around his eyes,
probably at least a semi-permanent affect of the drugs he took as well. Has
pathetically stubby fingernails and raw, pink hands with some bite scars on
them---when spooked or unnerved, the boy shoves his hands and fingers into his
mouth and will chew nervously until calmed or persuaded to stop; his most
obsessive habit. Remmy loves to wear baggy clothing, long hoodies and baggy
shorts that practically engulf his frame. Has one of those hoodies that can zip
up over your face; likes it, but sometimes his large head of hair gets caught
in the zipper. xD Last but not least, he has a few assorted birth/beauty marks,
the most noticeable being one above his right brow and one on the right of his
chin.
Background: Even before arriving in the Pit, Remmy couldn’t
remember much; so much of it constituted as “Bad Things” that he just chose to
ignore a large portion of his own history. In short though, Rem had been rather
unblessed with a pair of neglectful, cruel, and even tortuous parents, who only
saw him as a burden and occasional sadistic punching bag; what happened back
then is truly unknown; Remmy has never spoken of it, speaking occasionally only
of his beloved cousins and aunt, with whom he sought much solace with in his
youth. MOST IMPORTANTLY THOUGH, this constant cycle of abuse led Remmy to
become a violent and horrible young preteen/teen, stealing money from his
parents to buy heroine and hallucinogenic drugs---partly to defy his parents,
his only figures of authority, and partly to help him “escape” his life with
them. Remmy became sarcastic, mean, and short-fused, “solving” a good many of
his problems with an aerosol can and a lighter. At age 14, child protection
services eventually found an abused, overdosed Remmy lying in near-death on a
dirty mattress in his home, and his parents were soon after arrested for the
horrific treatment of him, and Remmy himself landed in a happy combination of
rehab and a mental hospital. In the past 3 years since then, Remmy has made
great progress; he is off the heroine and all drugs [that the doctors don’t
give, ho ho ho! ;D] and he has become a sweet-natured, non-violent and loving
individual, completely devoid [almost?] of his obsession with fire [at least
he’s no longer a pyromaniac]. He continued to stay at the mental hospital
though because of his oddly fragile state and inability to function without
proper supervision and attention. Remmy was totally happy with this though,
proudly calling the hospital his home, and the doctors and nurses his first
close-knit family.
TO START WITH THOUGH~ Rem will remember almost nothing. :,,D
Classification: Normal!
Partner: Scarborough

Name: Aaya Ashoka [First Generation, and eventually Third]
Gender: Male
Age: 16 [February 27th, Pisces]
Personality:
Aaya's personality begins with his obvious compassion. He’s the kind of person who would give anyone the shirt off his back; he lives to help others and has a great sense of humanity and charity. Aaya’s instinctively drawn to people who need a helping hand whether that be physically, mentally, or emotionally. He believes wholeheartedly in the goodness of humanity. However as a result of his believing that everyone deep down has good intentions, Aaya's often found himself in tight situations that threaten to compromise HIS good intentions.
He's not a weak fluff-ball though; Aaya's commitment to helping others has made him tenacious, and although he may bow out to the prevailing will of another for the sake of their own happiness and well-being, wickedness towards others is something he will not stand for.
Appearance: sketch of Aaya and ghost-bro Salim
Aaya has tanned, sun-kissed skin and red nose and cheeks that clearly recall his Middle Eastern/Eurasian origins. His long, sandy golden hair is pulled into a smooth, clean ponytail that sits high on top his head, with his slightly rebellious youth showing by the sides of his head being completely shaven; yeah, he has a “pony-hawk.” Has two piercings in each ear, as well as a nose ring. His eyes are a bright, clear sea-green and his wide, grinning mouth is almost never seen unsmiling. He has a sweet and innocent, almost girlish face, but his build is that of an athletic young man; clearly an individual who works out and enjoys sports and physical activity.
Background: Aaya remembers very little of his life before the Pit, just a few fractured, scattered memories; being good at school, having a hopeless crush on the school socialite, someone's small fingers strumming a guitar, sneaking out to dance clubs, a mean guardian with a face he can't remember, his brother playfully putting him in a headlock... Aaya came to the Pit partnered with his brother Salim, however soon after arriving, Salim was killed. At first, naturally, Aaya was devastated at his brother's death; however he discovered he had the ability to see the ghost of his brother, and for that Aaya was grateful, moving on with Jynx as his new partner. Life in the Pit is hard, but the boy does his best to look on the bright side and does all he can to help his fellow companions feel the same way and be as happy as they can too.
Classification: Psychic, a medium of sorts. Is very spiritually sensitive to the ghosts and spirits that float just beyond the reach of normal humans; can often sense the lingering will or desires of the dead, and ocassionally voices how they "feel." Most prominently, the ghost of Aaya's dead older brother Salim follows him around, talking to him and watching over him like a freaky little wraith-like guardian.
Partner: Jynx

Name: Salim Ashoka
Gender: Male
Age: 17 [perpetually so, dead]
Personality:
In a word, he's a jackass. Salim is very much the dominating, high-school bully type. He's smug, self-centered, and has a gang mentality. At the same time though, he's intensely loyal and although he teases and bothers Aaya, Salim listens to whatever his little brother asks of him. Since dying and becoming a ghost though, Salim has become sort of loudly cynical, constantly pointing out how much he hates his current state and having little pity parties whenever he thinks his brother will pay enough attention to care. Occasionally intensely frustrated he can't interact with the physical realm, although enjoys petty tricks like chilling the air or floating through people. Easily bored. Sarcastic. Foul-mouthed. What can I say, he's the typical stereotype mean jock bully teenage boy. Just... dead.
Appearance: IN ALL OF HIS GHOSTLY GOODNESS.
A wraith-like ghost. Salim has blue-grey skin, and he's unnaturally tall and emaciated, his limbs spindly and fragile-looking. His hair is in a high ponytail and pure white, as are the ragged, bandage-like clothes he wears. As he walks/wafts, a white smoke seems to float off of him. Lastly, two gaping black voids with one small pinprick of glowing light in each serve as his eyes.
WHEN HE WAS ALIVE, Salim thought himself quite handsome, the popular sexy bad-boy type--he had tanned skin and was well-built and muscular, with light brown hair he kept up in a pontytail, and deep bluish-indigo eyes.
Background:
Salim actually remembers a good deal of his life before the Pit---most of it involving various illegal activity and gang-related pursuits. He also clearly remembers his and his brother's family, where Aaya can't remember a single one of them. Salim [alive here] and Aaya awoke in the Pit together and were partnered; however, soon after, Salim wound up in a scuffle with Jynx's insane sister Willow, and the two of them died at each others hands. Left behind without their siblings and partners, Jynx and Aaya's ticks bonded, and they've been partners since the incident. Salim discovered he was too attached to Aaya however, and his soul could not move on; thus he has been following his brother as an undead haunt ever since.
Classification:
Biological. When he was alive, Salim had an almost odd, feral, beast-like mode, in which he would get large claws and sharpened teeth. Doglike.
Now as a spirit, none of that seems to be apparent; although his hands look permanently claw-like as a ghost.
Partner: N/A, he's dead [formerly Aaya]

Name: Ranja "Shir" Yukishiro
Gender: Male
Age: 20 [December 14th]
Personality: Shir, first and foremost, strives to be helpful to those he meets. His manner of speech is always rather polite [although he will play and joke around with close friends], and he believes completely in kindness and respect for all; Shir is a kind and gentle-hearted soul, happiest when making others happy. This however is not to be mistaken as a point of weakness on his part, nor that this makes him meek or an emotional pushover. Rather, he is steadfast in his convictions and will rarely concede to the will of someone who is cruel, unjust, or just plain snappy. He is not above lecturing someone or correcting their rudeness---though he does so in a certain quiet, friendly, and serene way. Level-headed, Shir believes in solving situations with a calm rationale; flying off the handle and getting oneself worked up only causes stress and doesn't get anything done, yes indeed! However as calm and as sweet as he the young man is, he's still got a bit of that viking blood in him; and if the situation calls for it, he would fiercely [and as some would think, stupidly] plunge into a hopeless situation to defend and protect someone he cares about. As a side note, Shir is a pescatarian and can speak Swedish and English fluently, although his English can seem formal or odd to the point of silliness sometimes. Can also speak some random, broken Japanese, but really doesn't bother with that unless it's to entertain a certain someone~
Appearance: Pic to come later... Shir is 3/4 Swedish and 1/4 Japanese. Right now he has his light, almost white-blonde hair cropped short and fluffy, his bangs a little longer and they hang off into his face. His bangs are dyed a sky blue sort of color. His skin is a sort of pale pink and his face always seems sort of flushed. Smiling blue eyes behind thick rectangular glasses. At this point he is about 5'7" and weighs about 145 lbs. Shir usually wears button-up shirts or turtlenecks or sweaters, having a definite fondness for cozy yet clean-cut clothing. Loves hats.
Background: "With all due respect, I'd feel far more comfortable keeping things to myself at this time, um...yes. Thank-you!" :> [He'd rather share with others what he remembers as he gets to know you....or something. Jeez, Shir.]
Classification: -coming soon-
Partner: Cym

Name: Luka Li
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Personality: Luka Li's the sort of woman who feels like she's seen it all; she's street smart and a little world-weary, but far from "tired" or defeated. If she's learned anything, it was that tenacity and hardiness can get you just as far as a pretty face; although up until she landed in the Pit, having both seemed to work out exquisitely well. She was a modern day "survivalist" before waking up here and living on the streets is hardly a departure for her; only this time there are dogs and other beasties to contend with. Luka may come across as aloof or stand-offish, but in all honesty she's probably just trying to figure out to preserve herself another day, her mind usually one step ahead of her actions. Truthfully, she can have a rather charming manner about herself, connecting with people with a tough yet quietly sympathetic spirit [although she may have a harder time doing this now as she is a zombie]. Once her friendship has been earned, you have a loyal, solid shoulder to lean on; but be warned. Should you somehow garner her wrath, she will stop at nothing to slowly whittle away at you to exact her cold sense of vengeance.
Appearance: HERE'S a quick sketch...
Luka was a pretty girl; half Chinese, half Russian, full lips, curvy and cat-like, she was the sort of sweet but dangerous little doll you'd see in alternative pin-up magazines or lurking in the shadows of a high-end Vegas hotel, applying her sinfully cherry-red lipstick. Coming to the Pit however, Luka isn't quite as pretty as she used to be; her once soft pink skin is now a sallow white, pulled over her bones. Her body's covered in what appear to be knife-slash scars, sewn together sloppily with red thread as if she were a rag doll, most prominently one down the center of her forehead and her slashed cheeks. Her long black hair is gathered into two pigtails composed of small braids and dreadlocks, certain streaks dyed red. Her left eye is assumed missing, as she wears an eyepatch, and her one visible pupil is small and pitch-black. Luka measures about 5'9" barefoot, though taller in heels or boots, which she usually wears.
Background: She won't talk much of it, at least right now. However, what she doesn't seem to mind sharing is that she used to be a dominatrix prostitute in her "old life." Luka Li had in truth been slain by a violent patron, accounting for a good portion of her current scars---and like many of the "zombie classified" experiments, her dead body had been harvested and reanimated by the Pit scientists.
Classification: Undead/Zombie---has that odd sort of beast-like strength.
Partner(s): Daniel & Akida