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So it's been a little while since I updated anything here. 

Mostly because of crappy memories. But here I am, cleaning things up so I can post new. 

Please be patient with me. 

-Jericho & Jules -

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So once upon a time, there were two boys.

And sand. Lots of %*^#ing sand.

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The Older Brother :



Name: Jericho

Alias: “Doc”, “Sweet Holiday”, and a number of epithets. He's generally pretty suspect. His brother will occasionally call him 'Chorus'.

Species: Mutant

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Not quite clear. One might say 'bisexual', but that excludes inanimate objects, open air, and his own scrambled brain. >>

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Basic Physical Appearance: Illustration in progress.
Jericho is tall, possibly 6'-something, with long, clawed fingers on his remaining hand. The sharpened nails gradually transition from black to a near-glowing red. The other arm—or what's left of it—is most always bandaged. His skin is a bit more saturated than Jules', though still of a purple hue. He may be slim, but he definitely has muscle, riddled with scars and strange marks. Here and there, little heart symbols stand out, their origin not quite clear. More than making up for his missing arm, he has a long, prehensile tail, tipped in a wicked-sharp claw hand, which may or may not be sentient.
He is somewhat 'pretty', though not as effeminate as his brother. His teeth are sharp, and his smile is easy. Suffice it to say, he makes people uncomfortable.

Eye color: Totally black. There is not a bit of white to be seen. Though sometimes, red 'bubbles' seem to surface and shift about.

Hair color:  Short, soft, shaggy and red-black.

Clothes: He isn't terribly concerned with modesty, but when he does need to go clothed, he wears an
open, ripped up military uniform shirt. The sleeve which would have covered his missing arm has been ripped off. His pants and heavy-duty boots are not terribly remarkable, but for the blood stains. He keeps a large belt around his hips, to which he attaches a pouch and an occasional jar, the better to...'collect' things with.  A bandage covers his absent arm, wrapping over his opposite shoulder, and he wears two necklaces: a pendant that matches his brother's, and a set of dog tags.

Attitude: Varies wildly from sensual, to cocky, to sympathetic, to violently insensible. Manages, on occasion, to be simultaneously childish and excessively 'mature'.

Build: Tall and toned. He's built, as he might say, for 'running and ripping'.

Notable Markings: Scars and heart 'marks' are riddled here and there. It's clear the scars came from nasty fights, but the hearts may be a different story.

Special Skills: Prehensile Tail (Excessive Strength/Evisceration), Heightened Senses, and Scrambled Sensations/Emotional Reactions.

Favored Techniques: Dissection. Hunting. 'Collecting'.

Personality: His possession seems to have distorted over time, though he's generally improved by Jules' proximity. His brother, if questioned, will swear up and down that he's a good person, somewhere. Indeed, he was a very sweet child, once upon a time, but his mutations caused a gradual breakdown in his personality, leaving him somewhat 'on the fritz'. His present state is, believe it or not, more 'stable' than it was when he and Jules 'moved' to the Desert.

He's become somewhat passable at mimicking 'normality', when the circumstances call for it, but thoughts and actions are often completely different things. He will rarely hurt a solid ally, but it takes a while to get there. Usually, holding up against him quiets him down long enough to ensure survival.

Lineage: Oldest of two children, the other being Jules. And he was such a good boy...

History: As a young child, Jericho (probably not his real name, but who can recall any of that?) really was a sweet boy. He was close to both his mother and father, and after Jules was born, the two got along well.

        He wasn't terribly fascinated by the new arrival, but he appreciated the presence of an unconditional companion and was surprisingly tolerant when his brother tagged along when he played with friends. He was a decent brother, though not terribly clingy. He didn't have to worry about it.

        Two arms meant a steady grip.

That drew up short when his arm started smelling 'sweet'. His tail 'bloomed', forming a claw from what was once a simple tapering affair. His body began to eat itself, by mouth or by 'claw', no one is really certain. He managed to hide it for a bit, becoming surprisingly good at hiding first his pained panic attacks and later his more erotic episodes, rejoicing in the pain and complimenting his new 'arm' on its good taste.

He had the self control left him to choose a time when his brother had ventured out to play alone to 'grow up'. A family ritual took a nasty turn, as 'You're where mommy keeps her heart' became entirely too literal a statement. Jericho took the opportunity to show her the picture his 'new arm' drew her, finally showing his mother what exactly had become of her older boy's upper body. Thus, the first 'heart mark' on his chest.

The twisting in his nerves and the misfiring in his boyish mind registered love, hunger, and an overwhelming smell of 'sweet' in a wash of red, and the bombardment of crossed sensations led to a rather unfortunate feast.

Despite his complicity in the 'disappearance' of his mother and father, he really did not mean to harm them. Still, his feelings of loss are entirely dependent on his state. His first act of self control was to sort of 'reprogram' himself, ensuring that the combination would not occur again.

Love, at least, is a fairly normal sensation to him.

His brother, though still young, was quick to understand the rough details of what had happened. His brother and Beatrice (one of many strange names Jericho assigned to his tail) had eaten their mother. Their father had attempted to stop him, putting up a valiant effort, but he'd really had no drive to hurt his older child. Especially not with such pleas to be fed drawing his horror and sympathy all at once.

The results had been a messy combination of clawing hunger, self preservation, and misguided affection. The end resulted in the preservation of their parents hearts and eyes, the first component (and the best-covered) in Jericho's collection. Generally, collecting keeps him calm enough to avoid doing too much damage, though the truth of that statement is arguable.

Jules managed to understand his brother's reasoning, at least, and found he could not bring himself to hate his brother, or what his brother seemed to be warping into. He took up learning ways to manage his brother safely as they relocated nearer to the desert and the edge of the sun.

For a while, Jericho attempted to serve in the dark-side military forces, and his career looked like a promising one. Until a particularly nasty incident which may or may not have involved untoward sexual advances during a training exercise with the rest of his platoon. Their clothes reflect Jericho's brief period of service, and are just about the only remaining articles of clothing they had left to them after fleeing into the desert.

In the Desert of Sorrows, the two have managed to find a place for themselves amidst a small community. Though Jericho generally leaves people uneasy and occasionally outright fearful, his brother manages to act as a foil. Jules is ultimately pleasant and helpful enough to make up for his brother's questionable sanity. Jericho, for his own part, is incredibly useful in scavenging and digging, as well as the occasional battle.

And so, they live.



The Younger Brother :



Name: Jules

Alias: “Kid”, “Blue”,  “Glow worm”, “Shock Box”, “Heater”, etc. Usually well-meant. His brother will occasionally call him 'Jubilation(s)'.

Species: Mutant

Gender: Male

Sexual Orientation: Open. He loves 'simple' affection, and secretly loves attention.

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Basic Physical Appearance: Illustration in progress.

Jules is of about average height, though his effeminate features lend him a feeling of smallness and tend to highlight his youthful appearance. His limbs are all intact, and he has yet to acquire any lasting scars, thanks in large part to his older brother. His nails, like his brothers, are pointed into claws, transitioning from black to near-glowing blue.

His skin is a bit lighter than Jericho's, and his body is more lightly muscled. He hasn't undergone martial training, though he does understand self defense. He is capable of fending for himself to a reasonable extent, though he isn't a brawler. He enjoys walking, now that his body has become accustomed to their climate, and he has taken to climbing and exploring as he did when he and Jericho were small.

All over his skin, there are small, glowing 'dots', more like pinpricks of light under the surface, at times. A dark stripe crosses his nose, and a blue streak crosses from his chin to his lip. Similar strange markings make an appearance in his eyes. Overall, his appearance is sweeter than his brother's, though he makes a point of taking on a rough attitude when he is working or speaking with strangers.

Eye color: Glowing blue, with unusual shapes formed in them. They are quite a bit more relaxing to look at than his brother's.

Hair color:  Short, soft, shaggy and blue-black. Just a bit longer on one side than the other.

Clothes: Jules, like many others, is more concerned with adapting to environmental changes than fashion. He alternates between Jericho's older uniforms, tailored to accommodate his growth, and hand-me-downs from other members of the community. He really likes hoodies, and he constantly wears a pendant that matches his brother's.

Attitude: Ultimately kind and helpful. He adopts a rough, scrappy attitude when he works or talks to strangers, but around friends and in private, it waivers. He's often cynical, but he still wants good things for himself and others.

Build: Mid-sized, soft, and lightly muscled. He's good at climbing, jumping, etc.

Notable Markings: Glowing marks either under or on his skin. A marking across his nose, and another on his lip and chin. Tendency to spark when emotional, especially on the tongue.   

Special Skills: Electric Generation, Inventive and Inquisitive Nature due to an Increased Capacity for Understanding, Sonic and Tactile Perception

Favored Techniques: He doesn't fight often, so his most frequent occupation is generating heat and electricity, and purifying water. He really enjoys learning and inventing things.

Personality: Jules is a cynic, certainly, but no less a good person. He has been tempering Jericho for a long time, so even before they joined their desert community, he developed a strong sense of responsibility and realism.
Still, he enjoys being helpful, and will rarely leave someone in need of a hand. His gruff presentation is quick to give way around familiar people and animals. Praise makes him blush. In summary, spunky, scrappy, sweet.

Lineage: Youngest of two children, the other being Jericho.

History:

After Jules was born, he spent a decent amount of time following after his older brother, as a typical young child would. He enjoyed climbing and exploring their environment, glowing to light his own way. His brother was a capable guardian, keeping his brother from falling between slats and gaps, and removing what splinters he could without their mother's skilled fingers.

He had a nice childhood, then, and could not quite understand what, if anything, was lacking in the dark place. He had friends and family, and their community was a warm one. Even now, living in the Desert of Sorrows (perhaps especially), he sees little real advantage to living in the sunlight. It's hot, it burns, and everyone ends up hiding from it, anyway.

Still, he enjoys the opportunity to learn.

On the day of his parent's deaths, he had ventured out to play alone, but fell between the slats and into the water. He nearly drowned, until someone's mother managed to fish him out and fuss over him. Something could have eaten him, sweet little thing that he was. He ought to have been more careful. Her attempts to dry him off were cut short as his body sparked with electricity, heating and evaporating the water.

Her only response was a warm laugh and a, “Never mind.” Jules often finds himself missing such easy acceptance.

After the 'disappearance' of his parents, courtesy of his brother's short-circuiting mentality, his abilities found a use in keeping them warm when they couldn't find lodging. He didn't really have the time to grieve as his brother dragged him closer to the edge of the Sun, and finally into a disastrous military career.

At present, he is accustomed to performing minor medical procedures and helping shock victims due to his brother's tendencies. This useful skill, along with his other natural abilities and pleasant nature make him a welcome addition to their present community. His brother is a double-edged bonus, but they seem to finally be adapting to their surroundings.

The peace, hopefully, will not be short-lived.

Name: Sifris.
Gatão, Gostoso...various Portuguese slang terms.

Origin: Boto Encantado.

Age: He appears to be in his late teens to early twenties.

Appearance: Sifris has soft, dark hair, curled and layered about his face. His skin is unusually pale for someone seeming to hail from Brazil, and his eyes are a glowing shade of blue green. He is slender, toned, and tall.

He favors fashionable clothing, if he does somehow wear old fashions. He tends to look good, regardless, and he doesn't seem to have issues with nudity. He has a recently acquired tattoo on one upper arm, and other unusual markings branching here and there. He doesn't seem to have many affected markings, except for a long, nasty-looking scar on one side.

He is touchy about the top of his head because of his blow hole.

Overall, he is very handsome, a typical feature of his kind, and is usually possessed of a sunny, almost childlike disposition.

Personality: Encantados are best known for their tendency to shift into humanoid form (particularly at night) to join in on parties and festivals and to pursue romantic interactions. They have a tendency to get women pregnant and disappear, but Sifris doesn't seem too focused on getting laid 24/7.

He has, however, taken to living more long-term on land, and is still new to human culture. He is very eager to explore, and has quickly begun to gather fans of his music. He is a bit naïve outside of physical affairs, as his desire for learning, companionship, and music is not yet tempered by the idea of being taken advantage of.

Summarily, he is friendly, sweet, and often flirtatious, but not driven entirely by lust. He enjoys the sun, the water, the smell of flowers and earth, and being near people. He adores company, and will go to lengths to see people smile. Very near child-like in his simplicity, sometimes, though he isn't entirely stupid.

Background: Sifris is a Boto Encantado, a creature very like a dolphin in his aquatic form. He comes from Encante, a land under the sea, where Encantados may take those they steal away for love and company. As his people have been known to abduct people from the surface, there are many humans in the world below the waves.

Sifris is accustomed to being near others, and drawing close for warmth. He is aware of their biological differences, but he sees no inequality. His past was in no way unpleasant, and not terribly remarkable.

He has been lovingly raised, but his curiosity led him to be among those who sought a longer stay on land in order to learn and play.

He most likely came from a rendezvous with a human woman, as he was raised primarily by his father. He has a more community-oriented concept of family, so he won't hesitate to refer to others as 'brother', 'sister', 'mother', 'father', etc.

Occupation: Musician.

Abilities: Some control of storms, much like his Selkie cousins, shapeshifting, superior musical ability, and 'enchantment'. The last ability includes 'haunting' humans into doing his will, transforming people into Encantados, and inflicting illness, insanity, and possibly death.

Weaknesses: Encantados can, of course, be killed by human hands, but the most effective method is to seek the aid of a shaman or holy man, who may use a special powder to undo the enchantments.

Personal Words, Quote That Fits Well, Theme Song, Etc.: The entirety of “Tonight” by Dommin.


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Name: Isaphode

Origin: ?? <Unknown> Perhaps some sort of minor fairy or nature spirit.

Age: Isaphode appears similar to a young girl, no more than seven or eight.

Appearance: Slightly bigger than a butterfly in her natural state, Isaphode is not quite a fairy. She has wings, now and then, if she can put her mind to it.

Usually, Isaphode appears in a size normal of her apparent age in human terms, wandering here and there in the wilderness. She goes barefoot, with her long dark hair unkempt and a pretty, simple little dress.  Her eyes are large, and somewhere between haunting and entrancing, bruise-colored and mottled in color. She appears to be a darling child...except she usually doesn't have a mouth.   

Her skin is pale, and she is fragile, but not unhealthily thin. Her feet are in good shape, despite going bare.

Now that she has met Sifris, she has a thin silver-colored anklet shaped like delicate plant-life around one ankle, and her hair has been brushed out, often appearing in some organized style.

Personality: Isaphode is, as one might expect, often quite shy. She is aware of the magical unrest as a presence, though she cannot understand what precisely is happening. Instead, she wanders in nature, peeking at human beings as they come and go, echoing and making faint noises to caress, caution, and confound the traveler.

A benevolent and childlike spirit at heart, she stays out of sight while guiding the lost and frightened back home. Once she grows accustomed to another, she is quite affectionate and sweet, though still skittish and quiet.

She treasures sweet things, trinkets, and other simple amusements.

Background: Isaphode may have some idea of where she comes from, but she couldn't manage to describe it to you. She is strongly connected to nature and the humans living in its midst, but she doesn't understand a bit of the rules. She has wandered for as long as anyone can guess.

Occupation: Wanderer, occasional guide, and natural guardian.

Abilities: Mimicry, control of plants, healing, minor inspiration, and flight. She can also change between her natural size and her more favored human size.

Weaknesses: Physical and psychological punishment, loud noises, fire, etc.

Personal Words, Quote That Fits Well, Theme Song, Etc.: Maybe... the Village Festival theme from Dark Cloud?

The information for the (apparently) long-awaited Junkyard is soon to be posted in a more permanent location. Until then, I present the basic profile for your characters, as well as our leading lad and lady.

Please, for the time being, keep characters human. Once we get the feel for things, that may well change. At this point, all characters should be run by me first.

And, so...

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On the outskirts of your city, your suburb, your little town, there may have been and may still be a Junkyard.

Not many people frequent it, for reasons not so difficult to understand.

There might be a dog, there might be a stench, a disease, a trash-monster lurking somewhere beyond the broken-down carnival rides and shells of once-loved objects.

These things almost seem to form a wall against the world outside.

Who knows?

The girl at the office always has a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye, but if she knows anything, she's not telling you.

The boy that comes around may offer you a ride home. We suggest you take it.

After all, you shouldn't be here.

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Characters to Know

Full Name: Irina/Irinka

Aliases/Nicknames: Rinki, Inkbitch

Birthday: Uncertain. She combines with holidays all year 'round.

Age: Looks to be late teens to early twenties.

Gender: Female

Height: 5'9”

Weight: She's slender, but not thin. Good muscle structure.

Eye Color: Changes to suit her mood, bleeding color.

Hair Color: Base white, splashes of color with other alternating colors streaked through.

Hair Style: Usually tied far down and slung over a shoulder.

Body Type: Slim and small. She's very active.

Distinguishing Features: Her appearance, her attitude, and her manner of existing.

Race: Ironside Fae

Ethnic Group: Inkbaby

Place of Birth: At some sort of outdoor concert.

Current Residence: A Junkshop/ Junkyard that she owns and, somehow, operates.

Lineage: A full-blooded Ironside Fae, not only is Irina unphased by things lethal to classical Fae, she embraces them. Her sort are seen as either fascinating or bizarre to the classical fae, but she is unbothered by the opinions of others. She tasks herself with maintaining a multitude of Gateways, housed in her yard.

Years of Schooling: N/A

Skills, Talents and Abilities:
-The Ink: The tattoos and markings all over her body serve various purposes, and change
constantly.
-TBA

Areas of Expertise:
-Guardianship
-Inkcraft

Occupation: Owner and operator of the Junkyard.

Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert

Personality: Fairly wild, crazy, and fun-loving. Also largely maternal, when given a chance to be. She's what one might call 'adorable', in a completely schizoid way.

Quirks: Her entire personality.

Eccentricities: ...

Intelligence: Careens in several different directions.

Temperament: Sunny, cheerful, and free-spirited.

Method of Handling Anger: Growling and biting when not entirely serious, outright war when it is.

Admirable Traits: Dedicated to what she does, very supportive to others. She takes a lot of shit with a smile.

Negative Traits: Has a tendency toward petty vengeance, i.e. frogs in beds, etc. Somewhat immature, pouty on occasion.

Bad Habits/Vice: Has a habit of hexing people when she's irritated with them.

Prejudices: Dislikes boring older people.

Pet Peeves: Listening to long speeches.

Things That Embarrass: Being called 'boring'.

Most Painful Memories: Seeing Lucky unhappy. Her own life has been relatively cheerful.

Criminal Record: Nothing's illegal if you haven't been caught.

Income: Unnecessary.

Sense of Humor: Wild and crazy.

Likes: Candy and other sweets, playing, and exploring the yard.

Dislikes: Sitting still, being bored, and having to stay inside when it's raining.

Traumas: One might argue that being born where she was knocked something loose in her brain.

Hobbies: Designing new ink patterns, surveying the yard, singing and dancing.

Interests: Singing, dancing, storytelling, and Ink.

Sports: She won't listen to coaches.

Pets: Various animals come and go, but Inkthings are fore-NEXT!

Sexuality: ??

Favorite Outfit: Varies wildly, but always colorful. Skirts, peasant blouses, jeans, t-shirts, riots of fascinating accessories. She's always a sight to see, and her stomach is usually exposed.

Pet Sayings: “Wheeee!”, “Fuck YEAH!”, etc.

Accent: A sweet Irish lilt, increases exponentially when she's frustrated.

Home: ?

Car: None. It's a running gag guessing how she gets around, (broom, mirror, etc.)

Additional Information: None yet.





Full Name: Lucian “Lucky” Suicide

Aliases/Nicknames: Lordes. You do not want to meet this alias.

Birthday: January 29th.

Age: Looks to be in his early 20s.

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11”

Weight: Very slender, good muscle tone, but not heavy. He might be willowy if not for his muscle mass.

Eye Color: Light violet blue.

Hair Color: Soft blonde.

Hair Style: Very long, half drawn up.

Body Type: Tall and slender, fit muscle.

Distinguishing Features: A tall, attractive blonde. Vibrant personality.

Race: Human/???

Ethnic Group: Caucasian/???

Place of Birth: -Undiscussed-

Current Residence: A youth home and shelter, called Runners in the Night.

Lineage: -TBA-

Years of Schooling: Believed to have graduated high school.

Skills, Talents and Abilities:
-Fixing things. He enjoys tinkering with music boxes and other pieces of junk.
-Charisma. He's very good at dealing with others.

Areas of Expertise:
-Repairs and tinkering.
-Interspecies negotiations.

Occupation: A mentor and counselor at Runners in the Night.

Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert

Personality: Ordinarily bright, friendly, and helpful. He enjoys spending time relaxing, but he's always ready for activity.

Quirks: Often taps his foot three times before walking off to a task.

Eccentricities: Covers his ears when he hears a female begin to sing.

Intelligence: He seems like a sunny high-school graduate, but when pressed, he seems to be quite well-versed in unusual matters.

Temperament: Usually sunny and calm.

Method of Handling Anger: Most often, he attempts to talk it out.

Admirable Traits: Helpful, charitable, and good with his hands. He's a very friendly person.

Negative Traits: He doesn't seem to have one, initially, but when put on the defensive, he can behave very erratically.

Bad Habits/Vice: He has a habit of letting things get cluttered, as he loves fixing things.

Prejudices: The singing women thing has offended people more than once.

Pet Peeves: Women singing, and lullabies in general. People mistreating children.

Things That Embarrass: Having his hygiene pointed out after a tinkering session.

Most Painful Memories: He doesn't discuss his childhood except in vague references, such as, 'My mother didn't like me' or 'My father? I couldn't say'.

Criminal Record: Nothing recorded. It's odd to think of him doing anything illegal.

Income: Moderate.

Sense of Humor: Varies. He's not one to scold anyone.

Likes: Company, tinkering, dancing, and playing. He loves receiving little gifts.

Dislikes: Being alone, quiet, seeing things lost and broken.

Traumas: Something had to make him dislike women singing.

Hobbies: Tinkering and mentoring.

Interests: Junk, various styles of music, exploring.

Sports: He'll play most anything the kids at the home do.
Pets: A male wolf/husky named Juno.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Favorite Outfit: Jeans, flannel overshirts with rolled-up sleeves and plain undershirts, work boots, and jangling keychains. Various pendants and bracelets.

Pet Sayings: “On it.”

Accent: No one can seem to pin-point it, but everyone marks it as distinctly soothing. The feeling others get from listening to him tend to change with his mood.

Home: Uncertain.

Car: A sturdy pick-up.

Additional Information: None yet.




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