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Create a character!

Give your character a name and an appearance. What setting and time period do they live in? What is their family like? Do they have any friends or pets? How do they act most of the time?

You can also write a short story or draw a picture of your character if you like, too!

Here's an example template to fill out if you're stumped. Fill out as much or as little as you like. You don't need to use this form though!

Name: 

Age:

Gender:

Hair length, color, style:

Eye color:

Skin tone:

Height:

Weight:

Clothing:

Personality:

History:

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Sudo

Name: Juniper 

Age: 19

Gender: female

Hair length, color, style: waistlong curly darkbrown hair

Eyes and color: Almond shaped green eyes with dark and full eyelashes

Skin tone: olive skin

Height: 1,79 cm

Weight: 70

Clothing: bohemian clothing style with natural prints.

Personality: she is fun to be around. However, she does not really let many people into her life. Apart from her albino zenirix called Aschere, she has just a couple of close friends. She can be a little grumpy and unreasonable some parts of the month, this is due to the influence of the moon, because when it is full she is unable to sleep. She loves to roam around in the forest and the ocean works like a magnet on her, because every time she sees it, she has to touch it.

History: She has a difficult relationship with her twin brother Alon, they meet sometimes, but they don't really understand eachother which often leads to misunderstandings and arguments. Their mother left them in the woods when they were younger, and they were raised by an old lady called Castalia. She nourished them and raised them allong with the pups of her ginger zenirix Larunda. The albino pup became Junipers companion Aschere and the black pup became Alon's companion Alhabor. After Castalia passed away the twins drifted apart.

Sudo :)

Name: Xandyr

Age:15

Gender:Male

Hair length, color, style:Shaggy, dark brown, falls in front of his face. 

Eyes and color:Grey 

Height:5'8 

Sking tone:Tan, but not too tan. Jack Sparrow skin ;)

Weight: Uhhhh, whatever is normal for that height. Kind of muscular, but not like gargantuan muscles. 

Clothing: Worn and rugged, all hand-me-downs. Black hoodie, torn, faded jeans. 

Personality: Good morals, humble, adventurous, inquisitive, daring, easygoing, quick to learn, street-smart, loner, not trusting, suspicious of others and their motives.  

Setting: Sometime in the future in one of the big cities, maybe Detroit. Corrupted society, very oppressive. Sort of a fend-for-yourself kind of thing. 

History: his family has been through a lot, but in this city, who hasn't? There is no middle class, and unfortunately he comes from the bad end of that bargain. Everything that he's been through keeps him and his family together. His father died in the Great War when he was 8 and his mother is now unable to work due to a recent accident that has left her immune system to week to fight off anything. She is constantly sick. Now he has to provide for his family. 

          The Outsiders march in a grim line into the city. My hands grip the rusty chain-link fence as I try to steady my breathing. The hot sun beats down on me and a bead of sweat drips down my nose, but I keep my hood up and my face hidden. Being caught this close to the city limits could be disastrous for my family. The last thing we need is more trouble with the Mortems. 

          My stare is fixed on the procession of Outsiders, people who dared to leave the city. People who tried to escape. They say the ones who don't make it out before they're caught are lucky, at least they are killed quickly. One man stumbles jerking the woman he's chained to to the ground. I can see the fear in his eyes as her hurriedly jumps to his feet, hoping a Mortem didn't notice. 

          "Hey, what is this?" the Commander shouts. The whole line stops as he strides towards the man and woman who fell. He stops in front of them and leans in close, his wide nose almost touching the man's, a sneer covering his face. I can see him whisper but I can't quite make out what he's saying. The man begins to whimper and the woman looks at him an a mixture of terror and confusion. She can't hear either. 

          "Release them," the Commander says suddenly, but with a calmness to his tone like he were remarking on the weather. Before I can even bl
ink the pair drop to the ground, matching bullet holes decorating their sweat-covered foreheads.  

          Blood splatters the Commander's shoes and he looks at it in disgust. "What do you think you're doing?" he asks the shell-shocked crowd. "MOVE!" The line goes on as if nothing happened. 

          My heart is beats wildly in my chest. This was a bad idea, I should have never come here. I put my family at risk only to see someone sentenced to the same fate I would if I got caught. I turn to leave but before I can the Commander's eyes lock onto mine, freezing me  in place. Dark, sadistic pits bore into me, refusing to let me move. A malicious grin cracks across his pock-marked face and he mouths the word "run."