Description
Kobe stands about 6'1, with an almost wiry build. He has long legs and is, simply put, athletic. He has a California tan and long dirty-blond hair usually kept tied back His soft facial features make him look boyish and gentle, which usually work to his benefit in getting what he desires. As well, his entrancing blue eyes seem to draw people in as well. Something about him seems easy to trust, perhaps it is his rugged get-up, or just his smooth-talking ways and generous smile.
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Personality
Sly and smooth, Caleb is a sneaky felon with a million different names, this time being 'Caleb Rogers'. He wears a slick smile and has a thing for being a devilish man. Though he has a sweet and gently handsome look about him, don't be fooled. This man is a daredevil, with a thing for fight-clubs and crime as a whole. The man lives life on the edge, trying not to let anyone tie him down. He does have a very nurturing nature, though he tries hard to hide it.
Equipment
His regular things- clothes, shoes, you know it. But sometimes he carries a knife, and a duffel bag with a change of clothes, Axe, a 9mm, and a lighter or two.
History
Kobe was born in Australia, and is very far from simple. At the age of fifteen, he snuck on board a plane in a run-away attempt, and wound up in the Big Apple. And things were very very different and difficult. No one took him in, no one wanted the straggly foreigner. He had no chance at high-school education, so he acted like a sponge around all the people he met- learning more than anyone could ever imagine. Turning sixteen, he was taken in by a small time actress and model, a foul woman with a distressed and sickened mind. She made him hollow- or so she thought. Alysha was a gorgeous woman who taught him further to admire the beauty in the darkness, the glory in single-handed survival. It wasn't until he had found another man in her bed, did Kobe grow jealous and burn her house to the ground- killing her in the incident.
He hated that he had killed this woman, but he lived with it well. From there, he began stealing identities, being whoever he could be, until he even learned to create his own identities and aliases. In due time, he became a secretly infamous criminal, roaming the streets, leaving and flitting city to city. Just recently he has returned to his American home, and he is ready to play a new part, and to be another bad influence- though secretly he seeks better of himself.
So begins...
Leon dropped his shot glass and reached for his revolver. How did he get here? He listened carefully for any sound in the pervasive darkness. His teeth clenched in frustration.
“I don’t have time for this. Need to find a way out…”
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Well, this was interesting. One moment he was taking a bath in the kitchen sink, of course it was more him trying to wash the dishes in the sink and ended upo taking a bath anyway. And then kapoof, he was in a flower meadow. But he still had his scrub brush and his collar so he wasnt naked. that in and of itself was a good thing. For the moment
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Elanna Torres opened her eyes after what seemed like an eternity. She didn't remember how she got here, and she didn't seem to know where she was at, drifting in an infinite void. She ran her hands on her body, the polished leather of her sam browne, and the sleek casing of her disruptor. She reached into a leather pouch, and clicked on a small LED flashlight, shining it into the void.
Heralding Rymesis examined the Void Dust carefully. He's run across it before...but her looked around at the vast emptiness. He knew not where he was, but remembered where he should have been. After many a millennia, there would not be a soul that could transport him without his will. So he was a bit expected, despite his old bones and indifference towards certain adventurous proclivities.
"Well, I suppose Gambit's is no more." For that is the last thing he remembers.
He knew it was time to have a little fun. The divine nature of him being where he was certainly screamed 'higher power'. So, He was sure that meant there were new places to explore and to people to help. Or at the very least, new worlds to explore and pupils to be had. Explorers always came a knocking whenever he stayed anywhere too long.
"Oh Ho! Time to move it!" Heralding exclaimed.
Quickpaw Hurojo awakes after having been asleep for several years. Around the area was only void. It was empty. Dark. Cold. "Where... where have the spirits placed me?" He started patting his body all over; ensuring that he was corporeal. "Not dead; that's a plus." Though there was no time to lose. If he was corporeal, that likely means that he could return to the world he knew, and hopefully return to his king. He began running, hoping to find an exit to this ethereal obscurity.
Sibael Rhodwyn looked around, finally staring one of the strangers in the face, "I don't remember you. Any of you, to be frank."