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Name: Alex Grander
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Nationality: Latina American
Appearance: Hailing form a blue collar background, Alex takes her appearance to the point of functionality. Short and slight, a simple pair of pale jeans, a black leather belt and a navy three quarter sleeve adorns her five foot three frame. Although not married she wears a gold ring on her left hand. She wears a black, small gage plug in her right ear and has a vertical tattoo on her right she keeps hidden underneath her shirt. She incessantly pulls her black hair back in a small bun and wears only a spattering of neutral brown makeup believing her bone structure does the rest.

Personality: Strict gender roles while growing up catapulted Alex into a state of ‘butch’ early in life. Her tongue never rests when she feels slighted and with her male dominated work environment it is almost required. She will not enter into a conversation or argument unless provoked, where she will make sure her view is expressed. She however has a problem with taking compliments and will often turn the wording into a joke. She often enjoys bantering, replying with a dry comment and a pointed remake.

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Antony MaCemz
[Sci Fi/Star Wars]

IC: Antony MaCemz
Recreation Yard, Kessel Prison, Kessel

Noise pushed against his ears, making his ability to concentrate trickle through his fingers. There was no way that he would be able to think, hence, he didn't try. Antony glanced up in time to see that the fight had actually started to die down, or rather the guards where taking control once again. He glanced around the compound, following the actions outside of the small group he stood inside.

Antony was suddenly shoved hard in the back and face planted into the musty smelling uniform of a very imposing figure. He tried his best to back away from the being and his eyes traveled up at least a foot to see the fierce face of a Feeorin. At least, that was what he thought the fellow prisoner was. With a slight smile that he hoped was apologetic, Antony raised his hands above his head in mock surrender.

"Sorry about that." He said with a laugh, hoping that the Feeorin wouldn't take the impromptu shove as an insult. From the build of the Feeorin, Antony wouldn't have a chance in any sort of fight. However, if he ever found who had pushed him...Antony's teeth ground together as the smile slowly turned fake.

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Jami Vree
[Sci Fi/Star Wars]

IC: Jami Vree [Flying, Unknown]

Everything seemed to float past Jami, her body light and...floating...She gave a small gasp and looked at the ground that was meters below her. The sensation was strange, and, as she had seen a few moments ago, her skin was slightly transparent. Casting amber eyes around her surroundings, she saw that the sight of other Jedi comforted her slightly. Or so she thought they were. The girl had seen most of them before, when they had first gotten into this...hell...if there was really one. However others were unfamiliar to her and she wondered where they had come from.

Shrugging, her slightly sleep muddled mind pushed away the thought and her eyes looked over the 'landscape'. From the vantage point she was at, Jami could see more then she cared too and averted her eyes. Extending her arms in front of her, the girl made a sort of swimming pattern to her movements, however they seemed unnecessary...she cruised around without any effort on her part.

Glancing from one person to the next, she tried to shake the strange sleep off her mind but it was to no avail. Reality was something too far to be grasped. Her eyes landed on the two who had been in the small 'pit' with her and started to make her way in their general direction, however she got side tracked and pause before she got all the way.

All the people around her were going in one direction and, as it seemed, so was she. They were all going towards the center of the center of the city and she felt as if she had too. Maybe that was what everyone felt like. Looking at one of the males, she opened her mouth to speak but no words came. It wasn’t that she couldn’t but it was that she didn't want to. Too much was happening to fast and her mind couldn't keep up.

Other talked around her and she listened silently trying to gather her already scattered mind, the muscles in her face tensing and lines appearing on her brow. Maybe it would be better if she went back to her room mates...

Glanceing around she tried to find them only to find that she had lost her sence of direction. So she contented herself in floating towards what ever target they where flying towards.

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Lock (Aaron Luthor)
[Medieval]

Nothing seemed more troublesome then the art of deception, with the exception of finding ways to deal with it. The gray stone walls echoed with the yearning to be free from the bindings of this artful sin. Magnificent tapestries arrayed themselves in calculated displays, perhaps trying to bleach the desolation that surrounded the antique keep from the inhabitant’s memory. Despite their efforts nothing could remove the wind that echoed through the halls, the faces on the tapestries fluttered in mock life pushed along by the unforgiving elements. As one entered, the cloth faces seemed to follow, observing the scuttling men and woman below with a detached amusement. Their faces displayed a time of fruitfulness and valor that had once graced the land of Eleon, however as one moved through the artful history it began to betray the desolation that settled beyond its walls. The gaze of the greedy looked upon the land as a path to endless riches and the game of deception grew in abundance. A worn brown face looked down at the men gathered below him and his sigh echoed through the vast chamber, gray eyes looking into the faces of his forefathers stitched before him and he prayed to the Gods to grant him peace. However, as merciless as the terrain surrounding, the God’s looked on with stone faces and granted him nothing. Gnarled hands trace the lines of his iron sword and his mind played with the idea of ending the lives of the deceivers at this moment, however he could feel the God’s frown and he resisted the urge. With a sigh, he glanced down at the next dubious fellow to ask for the only thing of value in the land of Eleon.

Kevin
[Modern Era]

He was generally a quite man, his slight build allowing him to flow through a crowd with practiced ease. His black skin contrasted sharply with the white sweater he wore and a blue scarf was gathered loosely around his neck. A finger rose to ghost over the blue fabric, and his mind wandered with a purpose. Inside the scarf were strings of priceless metals and gems. He wore quite possibly millions of dollars around his neck and it was crucial that he kept his mind open for potential disasters and complications. The foyer of the ritzy hotel was littered with people of much importance and the security stood with assured vigilance. Slinging the black decoy pack he carried across his back, the colored man weaved his way through the mass of people towards freedom.

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