Name:
Sumnor Pegagnyx

Age:
25

Appearance:

Personallity:
Sumnor has a dark personallity, not particularly caring about the lives he has been forced to take in the ring, but at the same time not enjoying it, he is a cold hearted fighter that is still to be bested in a bare-knuckled fight. His only ambition is to escape into a life that has peace, a life where he doesn't have to worry about what his next problem will be, because he doesn't have any.

History:
Will probably be explained throughout the RP.

Other Details:
None

Name: Sakura Jade
Age: 17
Appearance

Personallity: She keeps to herself, and is always by her brother's side. She doesnt trust anyone but Fai, and she never backs down from a fight. She bolts into things without thinking, her mouth running faster than she can think(Which often leads her to more trouble.)
History: She doesnt like to talk about it, and threatens anybody who tries to pry into it.
Other Details(If Necessary): Fai is her older brother.

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Name: Fai Jade
Age: 19
Appearance
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Personallity: He is usualy cautious, seeming paranoid to others who dont understand him. Unlike his loud sister, Fai listens and strategizes, plotting against others.
History: He wont talk to others about it, getting evil glares from his sister everytime he mentions it.
Other Details(If Necessary): Sakura is his younger sister.

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Sumnor was stood onb a street corner, his red gloves replaced with black leather fingerless ones, the knuckles protected by steel caps. Sumnor was facing the ground, contemplating his 'master' and his actions, as the man who liked to call himself an expert trainer - although he had found Sumnor as a child living on the streets, having already taught himself to fight - had set Sumnor up against another undefeated fighter.

He began to walk down the street, his hands in the pockets of his perfectly fitted leather jacket, the hood of the hoody underneath it pulled over his head, far enough up to cover his pale, shockingly white hair and pale features. You're an idiot if you think you can escape this life, Raz is going to keep you fighting until the day you die. An inner voice said to him, a voice that had spoken to him since he was born, similar to that of the conscience that other people seemed to have.

Sumnor sat in a bus shelter, allowing the back of his head to lean on the perspex window behind him, the fingers of his right hand running up the forearm of his left arm, across the scars, his eyes closed as memories flashed into his mind, memories of his tortured past with Raz, his self-proclaimed protector.

"Listen up boy! forget everything else about your past! I am your only memory now!"  Raz, a big man, wearing only rags, was bellowing these words at a wet, shiveringly cold ten year old Sumnor, whip in hand. "What! No words of gratitude uttered to your protector and saviour! I dragged you from the gutter!"

Sumnor spat on the ground at Raz's feet, already sick of the false prophet's words, "I was safer in the gutter than I am with a fat waste of space like you."  Raz lashed out with the whip, a nasty gash opening up on Sumnor's left forearm, the bare arm offering up no protection. "See what you make me do boy?! This is all brought on by you!"

Sumnor's eyes opened, "No!"  He shook his head, looking around to make sure nobody had seen his odd reaction to the light. "Seeing ghosts now are we Sumnor?" He muttered the words to himself as he walked through the street back towards the abandoned house he and Raz were currently using as shelter, the morning sun warm on what skin of Sumnor's was showing.

Sakura stood at the edge of an alley, just hanging around if you didnt pay attention much. But if your eyes stayed on her for just long enough, then you would see that every muscle was tense, ready to bolt and that she had a gash under her right eye. Sakura had a score to settle with a guy living out in the streets, having insulted her terribly about the fact that she was a female bare-knucle fighter. Her brother and herself had been given the day off to rest, but only due to the fact that their opponents dropped out at the last miniute. Sadly the two siblings made a lot of enemies around these parts, and one happened to cross Dante again, which is why she was leaning agaisnt the wall of the alley now.

Dante's face stayed emotionless as his right fist lashed out, sinking in to the fleshy stomache of his target. "Maybe if you had learned when to keep your mouth shut, you wouldnt be here right now." He growled ignoring the fifth 'uncle' that this man had cried. "I will stop when I want to, you crying wuss, is only making this more enjoyable for me." he dodged a blow easily and jabbed his fist into the man's nose only interested in causing pain instead of pain.

Sakura heard a few sirens, and lights flashing rounding the corner. They werent criminals or anything, but to be on the safe side they avoided the cops. "Dante, we got flashers, heading this way." She didnt wait for him, bur rather knew he would catch up quickly. She smiled wickedly pushing off the wall and walking swiftly down the side walk.

Dante finished his last two jabs, one for pain and the other a knock out. "I will see you later my friend" He sighed, still not really wanting to fight others to this extent, but if her were to survive, he would need to show that he was the best and he wasnt to be messed with. He exited the alley and made his way to his sisters side within moments. "Mine didnt get bloodied too bad. I hope you have better luck." He said knowing that his greatest ally was his sister, also having taken note of her love to fight. That was little Sakura for you, always jumping in with a hot head and uaualy coming out the vicotor. She has only ever lost one fight before, and that was with their "sponser". But he didnt feel like thinking of the past so he pushed the thought away.

The thin soles of Lanens sneakered feet made little noise as she ran along the sidewalk, keeping as close to the sides of the buildings as she could...the still waters of a river, if you would. Soft green leather bomber jacket brushed against unfamiliar faces and earned a few shoves, but she ignored them, keeping her blue-green eyes on the invisable speck on the ground yards off. It moved, keeping her in a moderately straight line. Lanen didnt know where she was going at the time. Just out for a run. Stretch her muscles. Move. Being A.D.D., she was never able to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time.

When at last she stood still, breathing hard, the air escaping through her nose after entering through her mouth. She took in the sights while bringing her hands up to her mouth and blowing to warm them up. A bus shelter stood a few paces away.

Sumnor looked behind him, seeing a girl he thought he recognised at the bus stop he had left only a few minutes before, "Don't get involved.... remember what happened last time..." He steeled himself before beginning to jog back towards the abandoned house, bumping into  a girl by accident, just managing to catch his balance before he hit the floor, looking back at them, realising he knew them from the bare-knuckled circuit, they were brother and sister.

Nice one genius, now you can't help it...  Sumnor winced at the voice inside him before looking the two up and down, "Sorry about that.... police and all, they really don't like me... maybe because I'm so pale..." Sumnor's mind was going in loops, not sure what to say, he decided just to let his mouth do the work,"Plus if I miss this fight Raz won't be too happy..."  Sumnor scratched the back of his white hair coverred head before looking at the ground.

He took his hood down, and looked at the pair levelly, his pale eyes with scarlet irises at the centre of each, "I think I'm fighting the champion... we've both never been defeated, we're both like I am, pale and constantly angry.. but Raz is going to make it a death match..."  Sumnor had only just realised, he was actually worried about this bout, his mind had always been setteld before a fight, but not this time, You can beat him down, you have done to everyone else you have, you will to this big oaf.

Sumnor pulled his hood down, finally taking on the look of a serious man for once in his life, "If I die today, remember the name Pegagnyx, it's the one thing I held onto when I got dragged into this world, anyone else you hear about with that last name, tell them about me.... please."  Sumnor shoved a sealed letter into the female sibling's hand, the only thing on the front reading 'Pegagnyx' before jogging back to the house.

How odd... Lanen frowned as she watched a boy probably not too much older than herself as he jogged away. Her breathing had finally relaxed, the last bit leaving her lungs in a drawn out sigh of contentment. She kept her gaze on the way he had disappeared, wondering if there was something familiar about him...a wisp of white hair?...

Lanen shrugged before starting to walk again, buried deep into the pockets of her snot-green jacket. Not the best color, but it was warm inside as she zipped it the rest of the way and buttoned the snaps with child-sized hands that had only 3 fingers and a thumb (birth defect. Her feet were the same). Often she had loathed her small size, barely that of a thirteen year old, but had to admit it came in handy most of the time.

She blew into the air, watching her breath float away as mist, engrossed in the patterns and whirls. Sense when had it gotten so cold?

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Name: Adrian Ransome

Age: Eighteen

Appearance:

His hair is a dark, reddish brown. His eyes are cool gray.

Personallity: Adrian doesn't come off as much of a fighter. He's fairly easy-going, to the point of actually being somewhat friendly. As of late, however, he's been keeping to himself a little more. He's prone not to talk about his problems, but still always tries to pry into those of other people if he thinks they need help of any kind. And yet fighting seems to be slowly blotting out his natural good nature, trying to force him to be someone who's tougher and more callous than he'd otherwise be.

History: It'll be roleplayed out and stuff.

Other Details: Smokes <3.