<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Active Characters</span></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh77/CowgirlUp1988/AnimeGirls.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">《Liliya Tatyana》</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">『I'm not as innocent as I look』</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">____________My I.D.</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Names»» 【Lily, Pascha】The first one was gained thanks to the fact that her first name literally translates into 'Lily'. The second one was given to her when she was in combat training, and it translates into 'Small'. Given to her due to her short stature.</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Weight»» 120 lbs</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Height»» 5'</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Choice»» ____Heterosexual </span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Race»»Human, Russian</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Mech/Ship»»Gustav, Personal Mech<br/>The Dirty Ivan, Personal Ship</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">____________My Life</span></div><div align="center"><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Mirror»»<br/>(http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh77/CowgirlUp1988/JinxKarma.png)<br/>(http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh77/CowgirlUp1988/pulp10.jpg)<br/><br/><br/><br/></span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My story»»Liliya had lived a simple life on Earth 1. Her home country of Russia wasn't that bad off since it produced several lines of mechs. Which meant that for a gear loving woman work was easy to come by. She went to college and got her degree, and soon found herself as an engineer on a line, and rather happy at that. She ran her job for a good four years, and took any type of training she could get. From piloting, to combat, to OS systems she knew it all. Till finally one day her boss came to her and handed over a pink slip. He apologized, but said that they were downsizing, and they no longer had room for her. So she packed up her belongings and started to leave.<br/>It was as she was walking past the assembling line that she got an idea, and one that steered her towards a very different path. Saying fuck it all she chose a mech, a nice male one at that, and without a second thought she stole it. Knowing the machines as she did it was no problem for her to escape with it. Then once she was out and leaving Earth she spotted a cargo ship. Well she'd already stolen a mech, and so she decided to commandeer the ship.<br/>Within time she set up the ship to be her home, and her own personal playground. She worked on her mech constantly to keep it as updated as she could. Even though it was a couple of generations behind it wasn't one to be fucked with. So she was often found turning wrenches in her 'garage'. Always willing to help out others she'd welcome then into her home, and upgrade their mecha as was needed. Yet she also took on odd jobs to help keep her well outfitted in parts, junk, and tools that she needed.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><br/><br/><br/>My Puppeteer »»Rhin-Sama</span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatright"> (http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/hh77/CowgirlUp1988/werefoxgirlform.jpg) </div><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">《Micah Levay》</span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">『...』</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">____________My I.D.</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Names»» 【Fox: that one should be obvious to those viewing him. 】</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Weight»» 230 lbs</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Height»» 6'6"</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Choice»» ____Heterosexual </span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Race»»Winged anthropomorphic red fox humanoid (alien life-form)</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Appearance»»Lean and lithe from a hard life of labor and servitude, his body is solid muscle, though a bit undernourished the first few months of his freedom. His irises are a spiraling blue-black, the colors mixing, varying in speed upon his mood. After being taken aboard the Dirty Ivan, his waist-length black hair hangs straight and full down his spine. His red fur is soft and silky with constant care, and his claws well maintained. However, the most striking feature of his, is the large black, batlike wings covered in fine, velveteen fur. His fur covers most of the scars caused by his life of servitude. However, the largest of them runs from the bottom right of his jaw, across his Adam's apple, to his left collar bone, where the blade cut his vocal cords and left him mute. His head is that of a fox, and a large bushy tail that he has to keep out of the way most of the time.</span></div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Mech/Ship»»none to date</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">____________My Life</span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Mirror»»More images if needed</span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My powers»»Empathy towards those within sight, in physical contact with, or through an established link.<br/>Telepathy to those he links to, range within a mile.<br/>Healing; using the energy within his body, and sometimes when he can find the rare ley line, he can convert that energy into a healing radiance that can set bones, burn out blood clots, and remove sickness with a touch. as complex as it sounds, he only uses the energy to boost the time the recipients body would normally take to heal, shortening the span from half the time, to even nearly instantaneously. The major bane to this power though, is that he is weakened after healing a major injury, unless he is tapped into a ley line to replenish himself. the problem being, not many places have natural magic within them any longer, and those upon Terra are slowly shrinking as industrialization cripples the globe.<br/>Mind Compulsion. His weakest power, those with weak wills he can push in a minor way, usually to his benefit, though this power does not always work. the failures are often comical, in the right situation.<br/>Minor shape-shifting. Unknown to many, he can alter his form to look like a natural born Terran, with reddish skin and the high cheekbones of a Native American. On the opposite side of the spectrum, he can turn into a fox with tiny wings, which is often seen as the cutest of his forms. </span></div><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My story»»Micah Levay was born in the peaceful forest village of Korithio, a few hundred light years from Terra. He learned as many of them did, considered gifted by the Gods of their lands because of his wings, a rare mutation that occurred amongst the fox people. Out of the forty within the tribe, only ten were winged, and they were the strongest healers and leaders of the people. Though this all changed when he was two years old. While the people slept, a mercenary band rushed through their village, their armor and technology far superior to the spears and arrows of the peace-loving humanoids. Micah was swept away in his mother's arms, when a shot to her back felled her on the spot, outside the edge of the village. The toddler pulled at his mother's limp hand, trying to get her to move when a cruel hand grabbed him by his scruff, pulled him off his feet, and dragged a cruel, curved blade across the kit's throat. Dropped and left for dead, the kit crawled to his mother, and blacked out in her arms.<br/><br/>When Micah awoke next, he was on a starship heading for Terra. For the next eighteen years, he was trained and kept as a slave for various handlers. From body slave, to chamber servant. Entertainment to display animal. No matter the use, he always fell short somewhere, and ended up back on the black market auction blocks. During these times, in what limited secrecy he had, he learned to use and hone his mental powers. His gifts were stronger than most could have imaged back on his home planet, but he did his best to hide them from his owners.<br/><br/>Finally, on his twentieth birthday, by his guesstimate, he got a stroke of luck. He managed to filch the keys to his pen, and free himself to Terra. He hid as best as he could, stealing a cloak to conceal himself from the masses, and tried to avoid potential slave-catchers. it was on his third day of freedom that Micah ducked into a tavern to hide, and the start of the next chapter of his life, began.</span></div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">My Puppeteer »»DartimusRae</span></div>