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    Sector: 6
    Name: Masciousus Shomaber (Mask-Eo-Sus Show-May-Ber)
    Nickname: Mascus
    Student Identification Number: 74843Q
    Class And Specialty: Leader of the pirating organization Ocean Beasts, He is excelent with head to head combat and naval tactics
    Age: 19
    Appearance: Mascus is a tall dark skinned teen. His heritages skin was darkened after many years of living under the hot sun on the open ocean. He wears his hair in dreads that he has in a pony tail behind his head. His face is very rugged but clean shaven. His eyes are dark grey and his hair is brown with a red tint. He has scars across his chest from battles with government ships and vicious sea animals. He has broad shoulders and large muscles. He is a menacing figure and casts a shadow over a room. He rarely wears a smile on his face. He is very tall reaching 6 feet and 10 inches.
    Personality: He is a quiet man and only speaks when it is necessary. He always acts the strong silent type because that's what what it tool to control his men. He has a soft spot for the helpless and the poor, those who do not have the ability to protect themselves. He loves many people but when he is angered he has a hard time controlling his feelings.
    Bio/History: He started a band of pirates at the age of 16 to steal from the government and give the helpless what they can't get themselves. His operation was made up of 6 ships, all with complete crews. Finally the government was fed up with him. They sent out a naval commando to bring Mascus in. When the commando named Jassohem finally caught up with Mascus they met head to head in conflict. In the end Jassohem's 4 warships lost one and Mascus's ships lost his flagship and Mascus was captured himself. Mascus's other ships made it away at the sacrifice of himself and his flagship. Jassohem continues to search for the 5 remaining ships but to no avail.
    Other: Mascus's largest scar comes from a Prox Shark (New breed of shark discovered just after the forming of the new nation). Prox Sharks are big and very fierce. But the Prox Shark didn't fair well after giving him Mascus that scar. When he was captured his signature weapon, a scimitar, was taking from him. If he could only get it again.
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    Sector: 10
    Name: Kittami Loriame Kevalis ( Kit-uh-me Lo-ree-me K-ee-vuh-less)
    Nickname: Kitta
    Student Identification Number: 82293K
    Class And Specialty: Former Enforcer of a Gang called the Diazo's back when she dressed and like a boy, is good with guns of most any kind, and is cold blooded when it comes to dishing out punishment.
    Age: 19
    Appearance: Kittami stands at 5'7" weighs 190 and has a pleasant look about her. Her bone structure is more angular, with a thin face and willowy figure. Her hair is long and fire engine red, falling to her middle back in wavy layers. Her eyes are a unique blend of blue and green, her skin a blend of tan and peach. Kittami's most defining feature would be the Glasgow smile, she received after pissing off a rival gang enforcer. It stands out against her skin and gives her a more crazy look. Kittami looks more feminine then she did back in the day, wearing clothes that show off a lot of skin.

    Personality: Kittami's personality can be split into sections. Just by looking at her you can see an innocent facade. An act she puts up to make her next victim relax. Sure, she can look harmless, can even act kind and nice, but thats only one side of her personality. Deception is easy to her, and manipulation comes natural. Kittami can be easy to get along with when you're on her good side, but manage to get on the bad side and you'll wish you were in hell. Another fourth of her personality consists of that cold blooded nature that lurks deep inside her heart. A mind of a killer who knows wich buttons to push for people to go over the edge. One of her favorite forms of punishment is torture, though she wouldn't mind killing for her superiors either. As a whole, Kittami is one scary girl, but sometimes fear can override her system, make her think too much, and when she thinks to much she loses her game face. If she thinks she's gunna get hurt or killed she will run, but when she doesnt think about it she wont. You never really know what she is thinking, and its better just to be nice to her.

    Although, through all this, Kittami has a certain mind set that most can't see past. Its hard for her to understand certain concepts of thought, and she is actually quite dumb. In her mind killing isn't wrong, and she isn't ashamed of her sadist nature. She can't grasp the concept of emotions, really can only feel those twisted ones deep in her head. Never has she loved anybody, and friends are mainly people she has mutual respect for. To her the feelings and emotions of others don't exist, making her somewhat of a sociopath.

    Bio/History: Growing up, Kittami was just as insane as she is now. Her parents couldn't get a handle on her, watching as their only child grew up to be a monster. She joined the Diazo's when they were just starting out as a petty street gang, theiving and running around, pretending to be a big time gang when they were small. But as time passed their ethics changed, they got into Arms dealing and was sought after by other gangs. Kittami became an Enforcer, reveling in the power she had over others. They still weren't very well known to anyone outside Sector Ten, but within it they were top dogs. Until of course Kittami quit. This was after she received the 'smile' and after she pissed off a member of a rival sector Ten gang leader. She hadn't expected such retaliation, and has the scars to bear her stupidity.

    She is being sent to V because of her own Retaliation a year after quitting the gang. She killed Jossinel Felerny, a rival enforcer, in cold blood, and didn't give a second thought about it.

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    Kitta stared perplexed at Leo, face a mixture of shock and anger. "No way." She hissed, stomping her foot, "There is no way in hell you're going out there again." Kitta was clearly appalled that he would even ask, not when he had nearly Died last time he went to the surface. ~~~Falcon Daze By LDM

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    Sector: 7
    Name: Zilla Ann Morin (Zilla meaning Shadow)
    Nickname: Zil (shadow to those who know what Zilla means)
    Student Identification Number: 67748X
    Class And Specialty: Part of a hidden gang, great assassin for the gang (which is the only reason they kept a girl like Zilla)
    Age: 18
    Appearance: Zilla is a skinny girl she has crazy hair black,green and pink it took her forever to find the dye. She is pretty tall with 5' 6" she has blueish eyes. Her voice is more of a deep voice but she still sounds like a girl. She is great with swords and knifes. She hates to were clothes to tight but also to big they have to fit her just right. She has a couple piercings (nose,lip and ears). She never wears her hair up and it stays a ways past her shoulders. She is very strong but its not really noticeable.



    Personality: She is annoyed easily by some things and doesn't listen to people unless she knows its important or they caught her interest. She is very stubborn. She can cheer someone up real quick if she actually tries. She is pretty funny when she wants to be but she is normally just quiet unless she knows you. She hates her hair to be touched or dyed. She refuses to dye it back to normal. If there is one thing she hates the most its talking to or about the government. She hates them you will hardly ever see her talk about them. So you can imagine how she was when they took her to V.
    Bio/History: She had always got away with killings before because she left no evidence. But one day when the gang leader ask her to do an easy killing about this guy who is after the gang. She wasn't careful enough and left a trace of hair on him. The government tracked her because she was the only one in sector 7 with colored hair. So they took her of to V. She hasn't smiled since, well not meaningful ones. She stays and does whats she told hoping that they will let her go. But thankfully they didn't make her change her hair they could care less.
    Other: She absolutely hates guns. Shes not scared of them she just dont like them
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    Well I lied to you yet again. Unfortunately an impromptu mini vacation impeded my starting of this thread.

    Lucky for me it seems that my little delay has brought forth a full board of characters to be portrayed!


    V (Verto) Students (by Sector):

    Sector One: 03427V Phalin "Pheonix" Vicktor Kozlov (JavSiren) (color dark red)
    Sector Two: 00103S Cloud Xenos Evermore Futterwacken (Manic Alchemist) (color bold)
    Sector Three: 23478z Alastor Firenzelorory Quirinius Perkusons (Niklas_Robert) (color dark orange)
    Sector Four: 64431R Cobie Llewelyn Melindias Cavre (Llewelyn)
    Sector Five: 01126T Kenzie Delilah Suri Azcermoni (Midnight4chaos) (color dark green)
    Sector Six: 74843Q Masciousus Shomaber (Screenfox) (color blue)
    Sector Seven: 67748X Zilla Ann Morin (Shadow~Lullaby) (color dark orchid)
    Sector Eight: Spot Open (color sienna)
    Sector Nine: 01520B Rehybekca Kaylien Isobelle Marvel (myself) (color slate gray)
    Sector Ten: 82293K Kittami Loriame Kevalis (bleed_it_out22) (color indigo)




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    The sun shone all too brightly through the tinted windows of the hovercraft, causing the irritated techy to squint glaringly at the floor. She rarely ventured Above. Not when in Sector Nine the hub of every major Province was a quarter mile below the surface where the sun's penetrating glare couldn't singe the skin of its dwellers. When she felt the urge, her piercing bronze gaze would lift, her eyes scanning the shuttle with a bored sense of resolve. She was met with blue. Vast amounts of blue with a mix of greens and greys and foams. She had never seen the ocean before. "Well, techincally this is the Nova sea", she thought cheekily to herself. The hacker may have found this idea much more novel if she wasn't currently magnetically cuffed inside a hovercraft which was hauling her off to the hell hole known as Verto. They had been travelling for roughly two and a half hours, having left the Sector Nine port and headed South East towards Scotese Island. This would be where she would be living for the rest of eternity- at least until she was paroled for “good behavior” with an obvious “transformation of demeanor”. Verto was known for its Transformations. Reyhbekca almost snorted at the thought.

    Her distant gaze changed however as it laid upon the stretch of gold sands, leading up towards green, giving way to a large, metal and stone building. The scenery changed so quickly, the island which had been but a spec on the horizon was now lain before her very eyes. The outside structure left a lot to want for in the area of aesthetics, reminding her of an archaic building known as a “mental institution” or a “maximum security prison”. She almost regretted ending up at a place like this. Almost.

    The craft docked at its loading station, moving through the gate into an enclosure filled with wired fences and high metal walls. The magnetic seatbelt that held her in place during the ride disengaged, and she was finally able to move from her seat. A Legion guard quickly found her side, tugging on her arm a bit roughly as he moved her from the hovercraft. Before she could get a word in of complaint, she was handcuffed and blindfolded and dog tagged, being dragged helplessly and begrudgingly to her destination. If it all hadn't been so swift, she may have actually had time to throw in a few biting remarks at the hostile Legion guards, but soon she found herself moving at an even quicker pace.

    The next few hours passed in a blur. She was stripped of her clothes and personal items for a screening, her baggage was checked and raided of anything they considered “paraphernalia”, and she was quickly handed off to the health center. Here, she was poked and prodded as they determined her medical history before being sent off to the admissions office, but not before inserting various chips into her skin. GPS tracking devices. ID sources. Vital Stat monitors... She was assigned a number and a room as well as a handbook on all of the rules. Her chips were synced with the mainframe, her photo identification taken, and soon she was a full-fledged delinquent. After a "stern talking to" in the office quarters of the headmaster, the hacker was sent on her way to unpack.

    It was not long before she found her room. 01520B. It matched her identification number as well as her dog tags. By simply waving her hand over the sensor to the left of her room the large metallic door opened, allowing the girl entry into her cell. It was simple. A bed. A desk. A chair. A few dressers. A small, adjoined bathroom. Everything was a dull, white. Almost grey. It was very off-putting. With a resigned sigh, Reyhbekca entered the room, beginning to unpack her things. “Just one small step at a time, Reyhbekca. One step at a time.” She muttered reassurance to herself. She could tell that would be the only thing to keep her sane in a place like this.
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    The salt air was the only thing that was consistent to Mascus that morning. The ship was different. It was a Legion ship for starters. And the metal braces grinding against his arms was a constant reminder of his captivity. He was beginning to be frustrated by the discomfort the metal was causing his wrists. He looked out to the sea and let out a sigh. At least he knew that his men were safe. His mind was wandering to them when a shove in the back by a rifle reminded him where he was. He growled for it.

    Jassohem was waiting for Mascus at the edge of the ship. The ramp leading off the ship stopped at the docks of the Verto. Jassohem's naval uniform was freshly cleaned and pressed. The commander wanted to look his best for this moment. Jassohem was a proud man to say the least. Today he looked immaculate. Mascus glared.

    "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time Masciousus. This is a grand day for everyone of this proud nation. The sea will be a much safer now with a tyrant like you behind bars." Jassohem said with an air of spite.

    "maybe you ought to join me mate. The seas will be free to everyone then ey?" replied Mascus.

    Jassohem just laughed but never expected what would happen next. Mascus pulled back his head and lurched forward suddenly thrusting his forehead into Jassohem's. Jassohem staggered back and before Mascus could do anymore a metal clamp grasped his neck and a pulse of electricity ran through his body. Mascus dropped to his knees in pain.

    "No stop!" Jassohem cut in, checking himself for bruises or bleeding, of which there were unfortunately none. "There will plenty of that later."

    The soldiers led Mascus to be searched and regestered. He was given his new clothes and registered with his ID number. A tag was placed around his neck and a chip implanted into his arm. The guards led him to his room. He could see from the activity around the facility that he was not the only inmate they were receiving that day. He wondered when he would meet them. He entered his room and laid down on his bed. He frowned. This was quite a mess he'd gotten himself into...
    ~忠誠、献身、公正、恥ずかしさの感覚、洗練された行儀、純粋、謙虚さ、倹約、戦争の精神、名誉 と愛情~
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    The scenery whizzed past her window, but she stared indifferently. The sun was dazzling behind the treetops as she looked out towards her new "home." Cobie kept her emotions in check and knew she couldn't show any sign of weakness or else these vultures would tear her to pieces. Being the daughter of a world-renowned arms dealer, she had her dignity and reputation to protect; truth be told, the cuffs were digging into her wrists and she was actually starting to bleed, but Cobie knew how to be tough. The cuffs that kept her wrists together were chained to the cuffs that gripped her ankles together. If only I had remembered to pin up my hair this morning, it'd be so much easier to get out of these stupid cuffs, she mused to herself. A smile turned up the corners of her mouth; she struggled against the cuffs but to no avail. The door to the compartment suddenly opened and two guards stepped in. They sat on either side of Cobie and watched her.

    "Stop struggling, it'll only make it worse," the fatter of the two said. I looked down and saw that the cuffs had dug a little more into my wrists than before and I was now visibly bleeding. The thinner one, who hadn't spoken, looked Cobie up and down.

    "You really Arturian Cavre's daughta?" She nodded, softly biting her lip to distract her from the throbbing in her wrists. He leaned forward to get a better look at the other man. "I thought she'd be bigga. Maybe scarria. She ain't that scary. Not with them cuffs." Cobie suddenly jolted forward, knocking her body weight into the off balance guard who fell forward and slammed his face on the corner of the opposite bench; before the other guard could react, Cobie yanked hard enough on her chain to break the upper half of the cuffs away from the bottom half. With her wrists still connected to each other, she turned on the second guard, only to see that he'd pulled his gun out. Cobie jumped forward and wrapped the chain that connected her wrists around the barrel of the gun so that when he pulled the trigger, it shattered the chains and her hands were completely free. She threw a few punches at specific areas and the man crumpled to the ground. "That took so much longer than necessary." Cobie rubbed her wrists tenderly as she formulated a new plan. Suddenly, a voice came across the speaker overhead: "Officer Maven, Officer Taylor, everything alright?" Since she wasn't sure how to respond, she took the gun off the man and slid open the compartment door. She did a quick check and noted that there was no one in sight; she left the compartment and headed for the back of the train. My father would be so proud of me, she thought as she threw open the door to the next car on the train. A few taps to the chest and three more guards were dead. Cobie loaded up on guns and ammo before continuing down the train. Another tap. Another dead body fell to the ground. As she neared the next car, the voice overhead came on again: "We are in lockdown, I repeat, lockdown. Prisoner X has escaped custody. X is to be considered armed and dangerous." Cobie laughed as she threw open the next door. A rain of bullets released themselves at her, but she managed to pull back with only a scratch on her thigh. "Son of a b..." her voice trailed off as she put pressure on the wound. "It's only a flesh wound. Stop being a baby." She muttered to herself. Cobie slowly leaned around the doorway and saw a few guards reloading their weapons; it took one shot each, and the six guards dropped to the ground, instantly dead.

    She was chuckling to herself as she continued towards the end of that car when she saw what looked like a giant metal wardrobe. She walked towards it, lowering her weapon hand, and reached out to touch the oversized doors.
    "I see you've found my latest invention." Cobie turned quickly and raised her gun, her finger already squeezing the trigger. The man had a long white doctor's coat on over black slacks and a white button up shirt. He had three pens in his coat pocket and above the pocket, the words Dr. Lithus, Verto Health Center were embroidered. The man intrigued Cobie so she hesitated with the trigger.
    "Who are you?"
    "Doctor Lithus. I work at Verto." His hands were behind his back so Cobie kept a close eye on him.
    "I gathered." She nodded towards the label on his coat. "You spend a lot of time stating the obvious, Doctor?" Cobie emphasized the last word to show her dislike of the man.
    "Do you make it a point to destroy government property and kill everyone you encounter?" He had a small smile playing on his lips.
    "Pretty much." She smiled at the man as he took a few steps toward her. "Watch your step there, doc. I might get trigger happy." The man didn't stop.
    "You won't kill me. If you were going to kill me, you would have done it already." Cobie narrowed her eyes at the man but kept the gun raised.

    She pulled the trigger and the gun fired just to the left of the mans face. Her voice dropped to a low, dangerous tone; "Try me."

    The doctor stopped. An eerie silence fell between them. Deep in her bones, Cobie knew she should be running right now; her time was running out. She looked up into his eyes to see them flicker back to her. Cobie turned her head around only to be met with the butt of a rifle. The force of it knocked the gun out of her hands and she hunched over, clutching her face.
    "You son of a bi--" her sentence was cut short by the man swinging the gun into her face. She collapsed to the ground, bleeding from the nose and mouth, and her vision went blurry. The light started dimming as she faded into unconsciousness.

    When Cobie woke up, she was strapped in an upright bed, still groggy. "What happened?" She muttered to herself. The room she was in was circular and barely bigger than herself; she was pressed tightly against the walls and the only light that shone in was from a little 6"x6" window right at eye level. She could see a lot of people in white lab coats walking by. "Where the hell am, I?" She finally saw one person she recognized, Dr. Lithus. He was walking towards her, hands still behind his back. When he got close enough to the window, he pressed a button on the outside and a loud beep sounded right behind Cobie's head followed by a low humming.
    "Glad to see you're awake, 64431R. Ready to rejoin the civilized world?" He asked smugly before leaning in a little closer and whispering, "Told you, you weren't going to kill me." The humming stopped and the doctor took a few steps back before motioning to someone she couldn't see. She then heard a few beeps and what sounded like an airtight seal being released, before the door slid open revealing a large medical room with computers, machines, and people walking around and using the electronics. Cobie took a deep breath and squinted at how much light was being shown to her all at once. Two men reached into the space capsule-like structure, unlatched the bed she was strapped to and pulled it out, still vertical. "Lay her down." The doctor said. Obeying immediately, the two men pulled a lever and the bed swung to be parallel with the floor. "Good. Now let's begin." The next few minutes were a blur for Cobie as the doctor and his assistants implanted GPS tracking chips, ID sources, and vital stat monitors into her skin. When she thought they were done, Cobie let out a long breath. Finally. She thought bitterly. Where's my father when you need him?

    "Last but not least, my favorite invention. This should keep you in line, Miss Cavre." He brought over another implantation device, this one much larger than the others, and shaped like a head. He slid the device onto Cobie's head and smiled demonically. "This will hurt," he said as he pressed a few buttons on a nearby keyboard. The device used lasers to implant a headband shaped ring around her skull. The pain was excruciating, as evidenced by Cobie's sudden blood curtling screams. Each second her scream seemed to be getting louder and louder until it just stopped.

    "Is she dead?" One of the assistants asked.
    "No you, idiot. The end of the implantation process is so unbearably painful, it knocks the patient unconscious. Now take her to her room," he added as he removed the device and placed it gently back in its case. The two men who pulled her from the space capsule unlocked the metal cuffs holding her to the bed and lifted her; they carried her through the white-washed hallways and finally down a long corridor with matching doors. The man with Cobie over his shoulder finally stopped at a door, shifted her from his shoulder to in front of him, and waved her hand across the sensor. The door slid open and the man carried her body into the room. He placed her on the bed, and slid a pillow under her head. He pushed a few stray hairs behind her ear and smiled softly before standing back up and leaving her to the room.

    When she woke up that time, she was utterly alone in a room with a bed, a desk, a chair, and a wardrobe; she was dressed in plain blue scrubs, no shoes, and dog tags. Cobie looked at the dog tags. 64431R, she thought, Well... Could have been worse.
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    Hello. Just a quick note from me.
    1: great starters so far from everyone that has posted. I've had the question of " Do you have to start off in V or start off being put in V" or something to that effect. Here is my answer:

    You may start either way. If you are already there, please give some back story of your time there and how you come to meet the people you are associated with, etc.. And please give us enough details to draw on if we wanted to find information about your character via data base or the computer system or gossip among the students.

    2: please don't progress the storyline by yourself until everyone has posted. Also please don't make giant leaps in the story without consulting me first. Yes this is a roleplay and yes this is for everyone to work together and use your imagination, but I do have some major plot points planned.

    Thank you and that is all! (Also these notes are directed at everyone and not one individual. If directed at an individual, I will say so beforehand.)
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    Zilla has been at V for a week now. She is practically doing nothing everyday unless it consists of her doing stupid little chores or jobs. She sits and luckily they alow the kids to have books. Right now she is ready a story about a girl who lives on an island all alone with a dog. sometimes I feel like that to except I don't have anyone to be my friend all alone"she said softly

    She came to V in a ship made with nothing but medal. The handcuffs they put her in were so uncomfortable, they made her want to punch something. They made her go through the normal stuff that they put all of the delinquents through. She hates them so much but she always thought "No matter what they do they will never make her life worst than people who committed suicide here
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    Alastor faced his parents as the offocers cuffed him. They were in front of his parent's largest solar factory, where Alastor could've been manager if he wasn't sent to V. His father nodded st him, and his mother looked near tears as they started away from the airship. He wanted to say something, make then realize he wasn't nearly a bad person as the other people at V were. They wouldn't have cared.

    Inside the ship was sleek metal. He could feel his fingers crafting guns and lighters by memory. If he could find his watch, the watch his father gave to him for his thirteenth birthday, that ran on solar energy, he could easily craft a solar flare that would makr the ship fall to the ground, and before Alastor hit the dirt, he could make a hover craft that sent him straight back home. Then returned the watch to it's former shape. But he didn't know what the officers had done with it. His father had made the officers let him keep it, so could it already be on his room at V? Or perhaps or was on the ship. There was no way of knowing. Officers were everywhere. He glanced out the window. Ocean, and then sand. And then, V. The prison.


    Officers blindfolded Alastor. They walked him for almost three minutes before taking of his blindfold. They gave him tags to put around his neck, and the phrase on them matched the phrase on a plaque in his door. An officer opened it, and uncuffed him quickly before locking the door behind him. It was simple, gray and empty. One desk, bed, closet, drawer, and bathroom. On top of the desk say a bag, with the word watch on it, and the phrase on Alastor's dog tags.He carefully removed his shoes, and sat down cross legged on his bed, bag in hand. He unzipped the bag, and took out his watch. It was ask there, all the pieces and gizmos. He laid on his back, and without looking, crafted a small pistol.

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    I want to give people one more day before I advance the plot, so if you haven't introduced yourself into the roleplay, please do so ASAP.
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