Francis tucker
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is quite knowledgeable of how fads flow through the city. From the latest tech, to fashion, she is your go-to girl for the latest trends and happenings in all of Janlea- not that that's her official title though. She's very fashionable, wearing things that come right off the runway- partially because she does part time modeling. Just because she keeps up with what's popular doesn't mean that she just follows what everyone else is doing, she does what she likes, and it just often happens to be what's popular. Because of her part time modeling, she is closer to many of the fashion designers and top models than most people are. She has no power, but doesn't mind, as she is very happy with her life. With long dark brown hair, curious lilac eyes, a great complexion, a slim figure, and model long legs, it's no wonder that at just the age of sixteen she's landed a job in one of the most competitive industries at just the age of 16, even if it is just part time. She isn't just a pretty face, as she loves mysteries, exploring new places, meeting new people and keeps up a blog. She is very intuitive and reads people quite well, as she has exceptional people skills. Her favorite spot in the city is the carousel at the Aurora Theme Park in the Lucent Zone, where she lives in the Spark Suburbs alone. She came to Janlea City alone to pursue her modeling career, but she still keeps in touch with her parents. Maybe if you get to know her she'll let you call her "Frankie"
Lyle Fontenot
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thinks outside the box to say the least. Although he is extremely different in some ways than others, the people of Janlea City seem to accept and love his works just fine. His works? Well, runway fashion pieces of course!He owns his own successful clothing line under the brand name of "Fonte", based on his last name. He had always been a strange boy when he was growing up, and still has some of his old habits today, such as his repugnant reaction to the use of contractions in language around him, a 'fascination' with the number 37, his obsession with mastering and keeping up to date with firearms, his rejection of sleep whenever physically possible, and his tendency to work odd jobs whenever he is lacking inspiration or just feels like it. He also tends to mooch off of others, in terms of food, rather than just get something for himself much of the time. His fashion designs are ingenious and quickly let him rise to fame. Being on the slim side standing at 6'5" with striking white hair, luminescent aqua eyes, and a 'bold' choice of outfits, he is hard to miss. He takes up residence in his condo at Aether Condominiums in the Metro Axial, where his younger brother lives with him. He is rather young for such a successful fashion designer, being only 20, but he does not let his youthfulness hinder his career.
Royce fontenot
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Royce Fontenot’s relation to his older brother Lyle is pretty much obvious if you’ve ever met them both. With shaggy white hair, piercing blue eyes and outright garish attire, he is definitely a Fontenot boy. Being 12 years old, and 8 years younger than his brother, people often confuse them with parent and son. He is tall for his age, much like his brother was when he was younger, reaching 5’ 5” just now, exactly one foot shorter than Lyle. He is almost always seen sporting rather “loud” apparel, his preferred style being more colorful but in somewhat similar taste to Lyle’s, although Lyle often scrutinizes Royce’s choice of dress, causing some to believe that Royce dresses like this to spite his brother somewhat, although Royce isn’t quite sure himself. He greatly enjoys taking dance lessons and is good enough to perform on stages in the city, although still in the youth division, but nonetheless obviously very talented and showing much potential in a professional career in dance. He doesn’t have a favorite style of dance, as he enjoys the diversity of movements and stories that each genre can offer, ranging from ballet, to hip hop, contemporary, lyrical, jazz, ballroom dancing, salsa, and interpretive dance (although this is simply because he knows how much Lyle can’t stand interpretive dance). As a Fontenot boy, he has his fair share of quirks, ranging from his near obsession with clowns, whether in the form of clothing, figurines, pictures, or any other form, a fascination with medical terminology, such as anatomical terms like “clavicle” and “uvula”, and a particular enjoyment towards getting temporary tattoos, something he does almost weekly and is often seen sporting on his skin. He is often concerned for his brother’s well being, as he has a tendency to not eat or sleep enough (especially the later). He’s quite mature for his age due to the abnormal upbringing that he and his brother had when they were much younger, but he is still very much a twelve year old boy under normal circumstances. He often voices his opinion about his brother’s new pieces, either to make insulting remarks that are actually his way of showing complements sometimes, making facetious compliments to help keep Lyle from making a huge mistake, or being simply forthright. He sometimes provides inspirational themes for Lyles designs. He lives with his brother in their swank condo in the Metro Axial.
Marcus campen
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has always preferred machines rather than humans, as he knows how they work and he doesn’t have to worry about them not being forthright. At 22 years old, he’s quickly approaching the time to settle down and marry, but good luck to anyone who hopes to gain his affection. He has a rather ‘rough’ exterior in terms of personality, but is rather gentle when it comes to certain things. He can’t stand pointless “chatting” as he finds it to be a waste of his time, unless you’re an old friend of his and he’s simply given up on ignoring your pointless bantering. With deep brown hair on the verge of being described as “charcoal” in color, teal eyes, tanned skin, and well built muscles from years of engineering and mechanics, he could be described as being rather masculine. Sometimes he forgets that he has to be gentler with people than with machines, and ends up being a bit too rough, such as shaking someone’s hand too hard, or a jeering elbow ends up bruising someone rather badly unintentionally, causing him to be very mindful of physical contact, and often simply refraining from it. His strong hands are also capable of creating fine detailed works showing much craftsmanship however, as he takes pride in the smallest of details in his machines and engineering. He often has black grease from machines, dark ash from kilns, and metal dust on his skin and clothing enough of the time that he doesn’t care to wipe it off unless someone prompts him too. He has no tolerance for liars and deceitful people due to a rather scaring childhood involving too many lies and misplaced trust. It takes a lot of work to gain Marcus’ trust, as there are only three other people that he feels confident enough to place all his trust in. His few close friends often refer to him as “Marco” and various other forms of his full name. If anyone else were to try to give him a nickname they must enjoy bodily harm. He works as a freelance mechanic/engineer, as he takes almost any sort of commission from others, as he has a wide range of knowledge of many forms of technology, though not really intensive programming like that of computers. It goes against his ethics to create weapons, whether they be swords, guns, or tools used to harm others, although he does know how and may on a rare occasion produce something like that. He doesn’t enjoy talking much about current affairs, especially not the KC, as he strongly resents them. He finds the KC to be extremely deceitful with ulterior motives, their promises laced with a web of lies. He has a talent for detecting lies, something he had to learn to do growing up in order to survive, although he’s not sure if it’s enough of a talent for him to be considered “Gifted” and not just a human.
debris luprine
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Debris doesn't remember anything. Doesn't recall what happened to him in his forsaken past. The earliest of his memories was waking up after a bad hangover, an old man leaning over his face with wild eyes and bad breath, and didn't appear to shave. He asked where he was, who he was. The man only had an answer to one of those questions.
"You're in Janlea, boy."
His first thought was Janlea? Who the hell invented that one? "Janlea?" He realized he'd been dumped in the middle of an alley with a bunch of homeless folks who looked at him like he was going insane. Then he realized. He had a gas mask logged into his face, with one glass eye piece missing to cover his left eye. His vulnerable brilliant, yellow eye. It seems it wouldn't be able to come off, but easily as one, two, three, all you have to do is unbutton the back of the shabby mask and presto. Though why he wears it is unknown, nobody ever asked him and people on the street never dare look him in his remaining eye. Debris has unruly sandy colored hair, with lean built and strong muscles for heavy lifting. His hands are course, rough and worn down from his previous jobs. The man had forgotten his name, and suggests he's roughly in his middle twenties, maybe. Despite his unappealing appearance, Debris quickly made friends with the homeless with his charming, outgoing and humorous personality. They offered to name him, and the word debris came to mind when the old man found him lying under a heap of broken glass, piles of trash and leftover furniture. Luprine was a name Debris would later add as token of his friendship to honor his fallen friend, the old man who had found him that day. He grew up stealing from the rich, hopping from street to street, and lending a hand to the poor. Some would think he bestows a gift, since the boy was never caught by KC. The only thing any ever accounted for was him admitting that he felt he had extraordinary hearing, but nothing special. After the death of Luprine, he went into a state of deep depression, a crave for suicide. He attempted it once, too, but failed as a by passer realized what he was planning and ripped the noose out of his hands. He managed to get over it, but still is crawling his way painfully out of the hole he dug for himself over the years of grief.
"You're in Janlea, boy."
His first thought was Janlea? Who the hell invented that one? "Janlea?" He realized he'd been dumped in the middle of an alley with a bunch of homeless folks who looked at him like he was going insane. Then he realized. He had a gas mask logged into his face, with one glass eye piece missing to cover his left eye. His vulnerable brilliant, yellow eye. It seems it wouldn't be able to come off, but easily as one, two, three, all you have to do is unbutton the back of the shabby mask and presto. Though why he wears it is unknown, nobody ever asked him and people on the street never dare look him in his remaining eye. Debris has unruly sandy colored hair, with lean built and strong muscles for heavy lifting. His hands are course, rough and worn down from his previous jobs. The man had forgotten his name, and suggests he's roughly in his middle twenties, maybe. Despite his unappealing appearance, Debris quickly made friends with the homeless with his charming, outgoing and humorous personality. They offered to name him, and the word debris came to mind when the old man found him lying under a heap of broken glass, piles of trash and leftover furniture. Luprine was a name Debris would later add as token of his friendship to honor his fallen friend, the old man who had found him that day. He grew up stealing from the rich, hopping from street to street, and lending a hand to the poor. Some would think he bestows a gift, since the boy was never caught by KC. The only thing any ever accounted for was him admitting that he felt he had extraordinary hearing, but nothing special. After the death of Luprine, he went into a state of deep depression, a crave for suicide. He attempted it once, too, but failed as a by passer realized what he was planning and ripped the noose out of his hands. He managed to get over it, but still is crawling his way painfully out of the hole he dug for himself over the years of grief.
erik fulke
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Elissa Pomponia Lamberton
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She fell in love with science at a young age. Now at the age of 19, she has been working at the Lumen Researcher Facility for just barely over two years now. She has the habit of looking at others as piles of unorganized, unrecorded, priceless data and often sees people as ‘subjects’ and simply producers as data, although she doesn't do this intentionally. When she first meets someone, she’ll almost immediately give them a nickname to shorten their name, sometimes resulting in irrelevant names that have no association with the person’s actual given name. She’s not your typical “white lab coat” scientist, as she will only wear the standard white coat if someone makes her (not without a fight at that), and because of her rather ‘carefree’ appearance and demeanor. When she’s working, she can be found slouching casually in her chair, or almost any chair for that matter, with her legs hanging off the armrests, or in any way that would violate the intended sitting position of the chair, or violating the intended purpose of any sort of furniture, such as sleeping on a table. She doesn't like dressing up, as even to work she wears short black shorts with dark tights, her favorite black boots, a white collared shirt with a tie, and her favorite beige jacket. Dressing and acting as she does, and with long auburn hair, and light blue eyes, and a very slim figure that makes her look taller, she’s often mistaken for a teenager, something she’s very aware of but doesn’t care to change. When she’s been really working hard on a project, she tends to space out when doing non work related things, such as hanging out with old friends and walking around the city, sometimes completely zoning out while listening to someone on something she finds much more interesting, such as her work. She is definitely NOT a morning person, as one of the few things that rivals her love of science is her love of sleeping, causing her to have slightly violent and aggressive reactions towards those who come across her during her sleepless days, in the morning, or after waking her up. She enjoys going out to have a simple drink, but not enough for it to cause people to criticize her way of living. She doesn’t take orders from others easily and will simply go against what someone tells her to do if they don’t watch how they ask things of her. She lives alone in the Residence Zone.