Stacey WIP

[Stacey]

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†[Insert Name]†
“Now! This is it! Now is the time to choose! Die and be free of pain, or live and fight your sorrow! Now is the time to shape your stories! Your fate is in your hands!”

‡The Basics‡
~This is it. This... is your story. It all begins here.~

_♦_ First Name: Stacey
_♦_ Middle Name: Logan
_♦_ Surname: none
_♦_ Gender: Male
_♦_ Age: {25} {25}
_♦_ Species: {quincy}
_♦_ Sexual Orientation: {straight}

‡The Entrance‡
~ Enough expository banter. It's time we fight like men. And ladies. And ladies who dress like men. For Gilgamesh...IT IS MORPHING TIME!~

_♦_ Hair: {White and medium size. to the base of his neck. }
_♦_ Eyes: Hazel
_♦_ Skin: {Pale}
_♦_ Height: 5"11
_♦_ Weight:165
_♦_ Usual Style of Clothing: casual. dress shirt and tie. khaki pants. dress shoes
_♦_ Other: {Quincy Cross tatooed across his torso.}

‡Vitality vs. Mortality‡
~ I have saved him. He was a man who craved power. And great power he had, but he feared losing it. Trembling at unseen enemies, he spent his days scheming petty schemes. Chased by his fears, never knowing rest.~

_♦_ Special Ability: Tatooed quincy cross on torso glows and can be used as the ultimate bow. it literally sucks the air dry of reiatsu. he can then focus this reiatsu into arrows and can fire at any speed and power. however, it takes a small amount of life force out of him. it may take a year or two off his life span. this is because the reiatsu does damage to his vital organs.
_♦_ [i]Weapon: Quincy Bow. Very web like in appearance, fires at most about 900 arrows a minute. unless he is using his special ability.
_♦_ Strengths:

• {Chemistry/Physics}
  
• {Long range Combat}
  
• {Class/Charm}

_♦_ Weaknesses:

• {Talking to men}
  
• {Close range combat}
  
• {Swordsmanship}

‡The Façade‡
~ People are capable of kindness beyond angels, yet we also commit sins that would put a demon to shame...~

_♦_ Personality: Stacey tends to be more social with women than he is with the same gender. he is always in touch with his feminine side, it seems, however, when he does get to have a talk with men he tends to be very shy, yet masculine in nature at the same time. Stacey is able to remember random equations and physics that helps him take in all possibilities in his surroundings.
Stacey is often found somewhere outdoors. he has always enjoyed nature. and he is often meditating. he does this so that he can stay more focused academically.
In love, Stacey is very flirtatious and a little overprotective. he tends to be a little paranoid. and often denies any comploiment his lover will give him and reply with something better. {At least one GOOD paragraph, PLEASE! Be detailed. Include how your character acts alone, with others, with people they know or don’t know, any of their quirks, if they’ve got personality disorders, etc.}
_♦_ Likes:

• {Desperate Women}
  
• {School}
  
• {Hot Teachers}

_♦_ Dislikes:

• {Stuck up women}
  
• {Androids}
  
• {Shinigami}

_♦_ Bad Habits: {Stutter}

‡Chronology‡
~ When was it that time fell into its spiraling loop?
When was that fateful day?
None can say.~

_♦_ Date of Birth: {April 20}
_♦_ Time Origin: {Modern Day}
_♦_ Origin World: {Earth}
_♦_ Parentage: None
_♦_ Siblings:None
_♦_ History: {Stacey was born in eastern germany approximately 25 years ago. his parents cared for him until he was three years old. Since he was born, Stacey had noticed the living dead around him. His parents died when he was three and he was sent to an orphanage. in the orphanage, he was whipped, beaten, and was taken as the leader of the boy orphans. They could only afford for him to go to school. So as a child he had an education. he dropped out of high school in his junior year. he had very good grades. but that was when he found out what he was, a quincy. He felt some sort of responsibility greater than all others. He one day released all the orphans that didn't have spiritual powers, and founded a gang of spiritual beings that could fight for him. quincies and superhumans were going to rise in the human world. }

_♦_ [i]Rp Sample: Jacques knew that he was done, before he felt the chain grab him. And in one of the most epic matters, he dodged boards and saw thye white splashes of the waves dance around him, happy for the meal the were just sacrificed. After he was on dry land, he realized he was soaking, simply soaking. He shaked his head like a dog, the water flying off him. He looked at all the blood and gore around them. and tsked in a disapproving way. "All these lives lost. Are those kids alright?"
He asked with a deep concern, he leane dup against a wall, and reloaded his pistols with new rounds and dry powder. The light clicking a clacking and sandy sounds began to fill his ears.
He looked at his bloody blades and instead of whiping of his pants, he decided to twirl them for a few seconds and stabbed them into the ground in order to clean them. The rocks around them forced in quite a variety of different directions as the force he put behind the blades was just his natural way of flicking off the area.

"And say, Cap'n, what should we leave behind here, a message for the government, I mean. Though that one girls body wont be-" at this he realized what death he and Enygma had just sent her to. He could imagine he now, her amazing body, cut and scratched from his beating of her, just drifting, like a ghost nest through the ocean, slowly decomposing and never to be found or identified. He sighed in a depressive manner. Seeing that Enygma had caught the Third mate.

"Boy, could I use a drink" he thought to himself. Remembering that the dingy was not to far off, only to just notice that some other children were on it, apparently they dumped the rum overboard to use as urination bottles. He shivered a bit at this thought, though natural and typical, but obviously disgusting. "Good job mate." he said to the Third.
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