This seems like a good idea for a second Story Arch when Psychnade finishes his first story ya know?

I want to join, but I'm too afraid I'll just make a unfinished app, leave it here, and never finish it, again :(

Should I post an app...?

Name: Corem Noir

Appearance: http://data2.whicdn.com/images/65244880/large.jpg

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Occupation: Thief

Bio & Personality: Noir was an orphan from the start. His parents were killed in the Morai Wars, so an orphanage took him in. Howver, the place was terrible, with abusing teachers, and the tiniest of rations. So, when he was about ten, he escaped, and became a street urchin, stealing from people and using it to buy his food and clothing. He made several friends, one of which was girl named Angel, whom he developed a crush upon. While it was apparent to the other friends that she reciprocated these feelings, he was always oblivious, and so he never got to say goodbye when a squad of officers dragged her away. Noir never heard from her again, although he suspects her to be alive. The law soon, inevitabley, found out about him, and when he was sixteen, teams were sent to apprehend him. They managed to get him after two years of evasion, and they tested their experimental memory wipe machine on him. He woke up in a bed, with only his last name and Angel coming back. to him.

Noir is a very sad person, due to the way his orphange treated him, and the loss of the one thing he loved in his miserable life. However, he hides this depression behind a cheerful, slightly wierd façade. He has also been known for his survival instict and his wits, which he developed on the streets. Now, just because he is an outlaw doesn't mean he is unintelligent. In fact, he is the opposite, at least in terms of survival and trickery, when he can quickly disarm a guard usinging nothing but the shadows and his fists. The disadvantage to this is that he can't do math, other than addition and a few basic multiplication problems.

Other Notes: The only part of his name he remembers is his last name, Noir, so he calls himself that. Also, he came up with his original name from an ancient leader, whose name was Corem, and a book he had stole, which was entitled The Noir Project. This was because the orphanage only gave him a number: 24601. Finally, he remebers Angel, and yearns to find her.

Phew. I was afraid it wouldn't be accepted.

Name: Alexis Batu (Mongolian for "Firm/Stable")

Appearance: http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140214125957/swordartonline/images/...

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Occupation: Electrician / Student

Bio & Personality:

Isora, somewhere in its enigmatic and long past, could be said to have gone wrong somewhere at some point in time. Whether it had to do with the technology removing responsibilities that once encumbered mankind, or the tidal wave of social upheavals that favored the survival of the lesser-fit beings, no person could ever put the blame on. Perhaps it was just nature coming back to bite Isorans in the gluteus maximus after eons of being forced to accommodate their ilk, or perhaps it was the work of a "God" (or gods) that no one had the slightest care for. Regardless of the "reason", mankind was assigned a fate that would condemn them to living in a world that wanted nothing of them.

What IS known is this : the medium of this execution was made none other by Man's striving towards perfection, towards the "conquering" of Nature. The Morai, synonymous to Moirai, or Fate in one of the many now-dead languages, were born not of endless eras of genetic blending, but of selected perfections that were only just potential to be expressed in the average person. Not that many Isoran children weren't born under similar circumstances (in-vitro had its wonders), but again, imperfection was inherent in DNA, and there was no way to start from scratch under the wrong circumstances. Not until Isorans came about did this happen, by then, it was too late to fix what had been done. Morai weren't made of the same fabric as Isorans, but that's for another story...

When one looks at Isora in its early, feeble beginnings, s/he will notice the key differences that were "adverse" to advancement of technology and comfortable ideals. Death, instead of being feared, was respected, and with it, came new life. Instead of being brought up to associate death with loss, death simply meant opening the door for a neighbor, bipedal or not. Imperfection was not, at that ancient time, an incentive for useless banter. Life and death depended on a cesspool of environmental factors, all of which put Man to the test. Only the more intelligent, the stronger, the faster members of society could survive. And it got so to the point that even naturally, Man had already achieved victory before it even knew it.

Tribes that sought to live with nature, as opposed to simply using the planet, were the unsung, discredited victors.

And it was the main reason why Alexis had left her clan of shepherds to live in the cities, away from the smelly oxen, in favor for the bright artificial lights that fascinated her. She was only 6 then, and her father accompanied her faithfully. There, she picked up more than a few things at an electronics repair store that she had passed by every day on the way to school.

It was when she was 9 that the Morai flooded in, and in the panic that ensued, Alexis saw her entire known world burning. Her entire family, in the plateaus somewhere, were dying. Her father's voice was but an echo.

She finally arrived at the City, unnamed as it was, where several of the Order's spacecraft were taking off. But Alexis had no intention of becoming a soldier, and so she was left behind, still reading books in class, still visiting her friends' houses to fix their wiring and circuitry, still trying to ignore the threat at her doorstep.

Still trying to get by, living a life infinitely more harsh than what shepherding had to offer.

Personality and others :

While she hasn't openly expressed it, she is more supportive of the Morai than she is of the Isorans, though she frankly disagrees with their methods. In normal conversation, she tends to dodge many questions out of wanting to hide her past. She has been bullied before, the reason for that being her family's occupation. When not being talked to, she has a bad habit of eavesdropping on others. It comes to the point where she begins to know about some surprisingly confidential things about her friends. While she dislikes how tech is being used in media, she has an extreme fascination for the industrial machinery. Hence, her only electronic records are bank transactions and her discounts for being a public services worker. Unlike most other young women, Alexis is sturdier from her childhood and occupation, and it shows in her school's PE courses. She also dislikes most fashion trends, and can be considered a tomboy for her more masculine tastes in fashion.

And no, dirty jokes gain only her disrespect. It comes from being raised up in a society that isn't diluted in an orgy of misused tech.

Other Notes :

-In her apartment, she keeps her own toolbox, gloves, boots, earplugs, welding mask, hard-hat, and insulating suit.

-On her right thumb, she wears a ring of bone. The purpose of such an accessory is known only to a few who dabble in older weaponry.

-Can learn how to repair military devices; knows how to repair and modify civilian equipment.

-Her left eye is exceptionally good, but her right eye is bad enough to warrant glasses.

Gremlins exist only on Cradle, not Isora...

I apologize for my ignorance to the lore; next time, I'll actually LOOK at the lore and understand what it means. I'm not sure why you accepted my app anyways, but thanks. :)

IC: It took a moment for Berundly to slip out of his unconscious daze. Frantically, he scoured his memory for anything to discern why he was here to no avail. Glancing back at the man who so casually acknowledged his awakening, Berundly couldn't keep his eyes of the state of his attire. Despite his appearance, the man appeared superbly composed.

"Good book, eh? More interesting than this ol' man to be sure!" Berundly barked out a laugh. "It's not every day you wake in the hospital with no memory of how you arrived. Would it be much of a bother to give me your name?" Berundly asked as he leaned forward to try and glimpse the title of the book.

"A young man like yourself has a lot to give in this world, but I prefer friendly exchanges." Berundly smiled broadly. Whatever had happened to him, he would find out.

Noir sat up, feeling his head. "Oh....what a headache." he said, grinning slightly. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from his eyes. Then, he looked up, seeing the woman. He was startled, and struggled to his feet. "Oh..." he said, "Realizing that she was no threat, "You scared me for a bit there. Sorry."

(Is the woman Gwenivere?)

"I hear just fine...but what in the heck are you broadcasting?" she asks, a little irritated. Alexis lifts her head, and looks around until something bright catches her eye.

"Sounds like someone dumped a pile of dung onto a subwoofer, I swear..."

She begins to squint as her eyes become over-exposed to the frequencies from the windows. As the lights shine in her eyes, she averts her gaze from the windows, and look straight down.

"...agh...God, that hurts."

Name: Amy
Appearance
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Occupation: Explorer
Bio: Amy was a explorer and learned how to sneak by using shadows to her advantage but with her exploring also made others much more angry. One time when Amy explored an area which said "Warning! Do Not Enter!" Amy still entered and found a unique ring but when she picked it up and put it on, a giant creature with a hammer broke through a wall and started chasing after Amy.
Amy managed to get away from the creature and that area but the ring wouldn't get off her hand. She knows she needs to be careful of the morai's and that creature...
Personality: Kind, calm, hates when people are very angry, can get sad pretty quickly and is a bit shy.
Other Notes:
Wears a ring which has a green gem embedded in it. Legends say that this ring gives the owner immunity to poison and so they can't die by poison. Legend hasn't been proven if it's true or not.
Uses shadows to try and hide.
Has insomniac and struggles to get a good night sleep.

((OOC: Sorry if it's bad but it took me 2 hours trying to think of this...))

*Name: Hisare Neri
*Appearance: (Wibbley Wobbley) - (Wait a sec, We both took the same character appearance? Noooooes! At least we can agree that she's probably the best character in SAO. Anway, I guess I'll take the other half you have not. *Why does that just sound wrong? Ahh!*)
*Gender: Female (Is it not prominent that I'm almost always playing as a girl?)
*Age: 16
*Occupation: Artist/Cook
*Bio: Ten years ago, Hisare lost her family to a man with low morals, Who thought stealing was Justifiable. (It is, Sometimes!)
She and her family were taken hostage, So that the man could use them as bait. A robbery was taking place, In Hisare's mother's nephew's house. He was rich, and lived by himself. Over the years, He had become corrupted with money, The very thing that gave him his place in life.
When Hisare was finally able to think for herself, She started caring for herself, In her mother's old home. She learned to cook for herself, and take care of herself- And that's exactly what she did, For ten years.
But now, She has been framed...
*Personality: Much like another character that I've created recently (Darnit, I think it's too obvious who my favorite character is!) Hisare thinks that emotions ruin work easily. Not just art, But things like cooking, and fighting. But when she truly does let her feelings out, She feels like a whole different person. She's Naive, Caring, and Kind.
*Other Notes: Hisare's Amnesia will have been a full round type, And is caused by an unknown person.
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I hate these stupid validation errors.

Corem awoke to blaring lights, and felt the softness of the hospital bed under his back. He heard a nurse ask him: "How do your legs feel?" He moved his legs, feeling a dull pain, which then escalated into a brief, but painful jolt of fire.

"Gah!"

The nurse immediately moved to help him, but he brushed her away, and asked, "Did you get the name of the - the woman who carried me here?"

Remove the part about Cradle in my app, and replace instead with something around the lines of Berundly preparing to exploit the impending civil war-ish. That makes more sense :P

IC: "Business partner!" Berundly remained unflinching, his smile still held across his face. He was no fool. This entire scene had the scent of some trap. "And what would you say if I was serious?" One of the nurses left the room, clipboard in hand and Berundly's eyes on her back. Nothing seemed amiss, or not as much as it could have been. He needed some time to assess the situation, but was placing trust into some drably dressed man the right move?

Corem turned his head. "Yep. So, I have a suspicion. Are you . . . Angel?" he asked her, a questioning expression on his face. "If you aren't, the who are you?"

"Angel! I- I'm sorry! I can't remember a thing at all!" he said, "But I remember you, Angel." Just then, the Morai Enforcer stepped into the room, demanding that they tell their names. "Of course those are our names!" said Corem, "Why do you ask?"