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Kloud Forland

"A bounty is A bounty."

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a character in “This New Generation”, as played by DreamerOnTheStars

Description

Kloud Forland
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R O L E
Bounty hunter


A G E
20

G E N D E R
Female

A P P E A R A N C E
The first thing most people would notice are her vivid, chartreuse eyes, gleaming with a light that cannot be dampened, like her strong personality. Her blazing maize-gold hair is held by a light amber ribbon, and when fighting with her daft movements, her hair seems like a veil, flowing elegantly along with her movements in light, feathery breezes. While her skin is fair, it has been ever-so-slightly tanned by the sun, despite being covered up so often. Kloud sports an olive green cape, with a hood to hide her attention-grabbing hair, and also to hide her neck, a vital part of the body. Although underneath that conservative cape, she hides a well-exposed body, her upper waist wrapped in bandages, and her chest supported by a well strapped vermillion bra. Protecting the palms of her hands are sturdy rust-colored fingerless gloves that handle her two well-cared-for tsurugi swords, handles lightly embellished by scarlet ribbons that adorn her hips, and her right thigh. The light amber ribbons make its appearance once again on the back of her dark olive belt, securely holding her two chamois-colored simple scabbards that rest on her fitted sepia shorts. Kloud wears lightly damged black stockings, and has a stripe of bandage around her right thigh, lined with her scarlet ribbon that straps a tan pouch to her thigh.

A F F I L I A T I O N
good guy

S K I L L S
Weapon Specialist -
Hand To hand Combat and flexibility -
Knowledge -

W E A K N E S S E S
+ Lack Of orientation
+Pain Imunity

P E R S O N A L I T Y
Kloud is seen to be a sophisticated women, who is always on the job. Though she is known to be more of a mother than a bounty hunter. Her ways with her "family" is usually very gentle and kind like a mom. However she can be a mischievous female at times, but rarely, for she is usually wise and calm-tempered, But she is also known for her ferocious behavior when angered.
And it takes a lot to get her to curse a single word... Along with that, she is also straight forward. She doesn't really dice up her words, because she believes it rather stupid, but she'll study the scenario first. Because that's the type of female she is. She is the one to think through her plans and will think the best for everyone.
Kloud is also a determined girl, who will not give up easily, and she will travel the ends of the earth just to finish the job. Though she isnt a slave, she is independent, and will do what she thinks best. And she's also selfless for her crew, because of her motherly instincts. But when she it not in the middle of a mission, Kloud is a kind women and people would believe that she was "normal". But there is no such thing as normal anyways.



H I S T O R Y
Kloud had grown up training, for her parents were two excellent teachers of fighting. Her mother was a well known swords man, while her father was an extreme fighter. So she learned from both, and though it was all for hobby, nothing too serious, she knew it might come in handy in the future. And it did.
Years after, the world began to die and During this time, horrible things happened. Her parents died protecting her from a phyco killer, and she managed to escape with the help of her parent's dying wish. But the killer was stubborn, and chased her down. In return, she continue to run and run, until she was cornered by this crazy man. And thus, she was tortured. Scars formed, big and small, as the man teased her with his weapons, and it was a surprise that she remained sane. Though she was lucky, yet unfortunate, for this man wasent the one for a fast kill, so when she couldnt take no more, she killed him. Not slowly, nope, quickly. She didnt want to take the chances, and when he finally died, she ran off, guilt forming, but she buried it deep, because she knew the new world won't take weak things like that. Looking for refuge, Kloud was founded by a small group, consisted of couple of members she soon cared for. But one she may have cared for too much. For she soon had a special affair with The General, the man who started it all. He supposedly loved her first, since he seemed to trust her with all his dreams and goals of avenging his brother, which of course made her happy and pleased around him as well. Besides, she knew the feeling of loosing someone dear to them, so she agreed on the mission, and grew to protect him. Her boyfriend.
So as time passed, Kloud found more talent, more raw talent which was passed down by her parents, and as her talents grew, the group did as well. One though, troubled her. Yes, the dog. The one who she supposedly loved, dispite her relationship with another. What would she do.



O T H E R
+ She owns a "pet" eagle.

[url=LINK TO SONG]Theme Song[/url]
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So begins...

Kloud Forland's Story

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There was blood everywhere, a boy who only ever read of the deep scarlet now covered in it as his on brother laid on the floor. "Wh-what do I do?" Steve asked with a shaky voice as the body grew colder in his hands. "D-do not...let this assassin..s-shame our name..a-avenge me s-s-st.." King Robert the second passed in Steve's hands. He then had to carry the body out, on his back, covered in his blood, through the streets, afraid that the next person on the throne would disrespect it. As he walked the streets, eyes of every person among them locked on the blood soaked boy, they moved closer, whispering. "Avenge me, avenge me, Avenge me, AVENGE ME!"

Steve woke as his heavy eyelids raised. The wooden cabin like house came into view as he slowly sat up and turned to let his feet hang off the bed, sitting in his underwear as the memories of the dream and that night stained his thoughts. As he rubbed his face he turned back to the bed to she the beautiful blond haired woman still asleep. A rare smile came across his lips as he leaned down, his hand running down her arms and his lips planting a soft kiss on her shoulder. If anything was keeping him from going completely insane it was Kloud, she was the last person that seemed to honestly give a shit about him, even though he was usually doing these, shady things.

He stood and went to his closet, putting on the usual attire and of course the green jacket. He strapped his weapons to his hips and and looked into the mirror, starring back at himself for a while. He had changed a lot in the past few years, did things that no human being should ever do. It was all for the plan though, all for the plan. Steve walked downstairs and out of the house as he walked down the streets. The people wouldn't look at him, the rumors, and well some truth that the police had spread of The General struck through the people like pure fear. They wouldn't dare capture the gaze of The General, and he wanted it that way, they shouldn't look at him.

Entering the headquarters, all the force tried to look as if they were doing something, being busy and what not. As he walked past his secretary tried to tell him his messages but he wanted nothing of the such. He walked into his office and shut the doors on her. Walking over to his desk and window he sat down in the chair turning it to face the view of the royal mansion on the hill. He sat there with no expression, just staring at the house, thinking.

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A rustle. A movement, thus she tensed in instinct but calmed when she felt the familiar touch of her boyfriend. Again he was off early to his work, but then again, she too has to stir awake. A few more minutes wouldn't hurt though. Letting her conscious settle, she calmed at the sound of her lovers movement, but felt a little discomfort rise as she felt his warmth disappearing. And as time passed like a snap, she heard the door shut close, leaving her alone...in the big... room.
'On the bright side, I have the whole bed now..' She reassured herself, before rolling over on the bed. Before shifting again. and again. "...." With a huff, Kloud abruptly sat up, and ran frail hands through her blond hair, before yawning quietly. Slowly, she slipped out of bed, and started to shuffle towards her closet.

What was she going to do today? Kloud began to wonder, as she did everyday. Being a bounty hunter, you'll never know what your going to do in the morning, who you'll hunt down, or who you will protect. Or if your going to die....
A faint memory of her parents flash through her mind, but she shook her head out of the nightmare. "Everyone worries about that.." Kloud told herself reassuringly. Quickly, she resumed her actions and slipped on her usual attire consisting of shorts and a beige poncho that covered her body and mouth from her usual daily dangers. Gas, The cold.. etc. Nothing like that scared her though.

Strapping on her medical pouch and weapons, Kloud nodded at herself in the mirror, before heading out, her face neutral as ever, while her eyes shined bright- well actually her expression wasent...neutral. You can describe it more as a very soft yet calm look, not very neutral..that sounded too...cold. and cold didnt match her appearance anyways, a warm look looked better along with her blonde hair and crystal green eyes.
"Good Morning.." Kloud told people nearby, before turning the corner, hoping to find someone to talk to. Or at least see, for her motherly self can't go on without seeing her precious "family". Looking down the hall, Kloud thought of things to do. Maybe she should visit Steve.. or maybe train? No, it would be too early to visit Steve.. and well training was an option. 'What to do..what to do..' Looking around once more, she shrugged off the question and allowed her feet to take her to her destination.

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Light barely filtered through the dingy window blinds. The sun was just barely speaking in, dawn broken. Dust particles could be seen in the small rays channelled into the room. The agile woman stood almost perfectly still, only her long skinny fingers counted through the cash she held. Her unflinching profile gazed at the money, a blank stare. Her body faced an old unmade bed, the sheets and blankets were tossed and thrown in different directions. The rest of the room was just as gross as you'd think. The painted was chipped, wallpaper pealing, the carpet was stained in multiple places, but what could you really expect from a shifty motel.

Blood splattered and painted the wall behind her, still fresh and dripping. She didn't like to look too much at the bodies after the fact, so she avoided looking at the man she'd just finished with's corpse. Slyly, she sauntered over to the bed's side table. The wood looked like it was rotting in a few places, and had a few cigarette burn marks. She carefully picked up the knife she'd placed there moments before, and slid the sides of it against the bed's sheets, wiping the remaining red liquid from it. She stood there for a moment, glaring at nothing in particular. She stayed, deep in thought, but thinking of nothing really. It's weird how things work like that isn't it?

Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through her head. Her free hand shot to her forehead, pressing her fingers firmly to her temples, trying to dull the pain. She was getting another flash back.

The air was sticky. The hot sun beat through the window. The smell of blood was overwhelming. My father was hurting her again. I had to stop watching at that point because I started to feel sick, but it kept going on, and they kept doing other things, and she kept saying “no.” Even when I covered my ears, I could still hear her say that. I cried, he told me to shut up. I buried my face in my knees, trying to smother my sobs. All I could think of for the past while was murdering that man. Killing him and making him suffer as much as he had made others. I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again. It was bad. He was my father. This is how it's supposed to be. At that moment what I really wanted was to sleep. I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

She felt the memory fade, the thoughts of the innocent girl. A burst of anger surged through her. Quickly, she turned around, so angry she couldn't control herself. She couldn't stop herself from beating the already deceased body. She had a fit of maniac rage, stabbing the skull over 15 times. Heavily breathing, she finally stopped. Taking a step back she exhaled deeply, suddenly feeling relaxed, but also exhausted.

Collecting herself, and all she had, she exited the room. She wasn't worried about anyone finding the body, or anyone catching her. Things like that didn't happen, and she knew that. She strutted through the city, or what was left of it, what she'd always known. Her tightly tied pink corset top, with black lace and a short black skin-tight skirt she wore, with fishnets and boots. Basic attire for the job, of course.

Turning the corner, she saw Kloud nearing her. A smirk spread across her red-painted lips. Approaching her, she batted her long eyelashes. "Well hello, Darling." she play-flirted. "What are you up to this fine day?"

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Character Portrait: Morticia Castelle Character Portrait: Steve Rotake Character Portrait: Kutya "Demon Hound" Lanisson Character Portrait: Kloud Forland
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Kutya
Kutya did not stay in his hiding spot for long before he spotted Kloud leaving the house that she and Steve shared. He made no move to stand and approach her, nor to wave. He sat and watched her leave. Something in his gut told him that it was best for him to stay away for now. He watched her until she disappeared around the first building before getting up and moving into the woods near their home. He walked between the trees, occasionally brushing a branch out of the way with one arm or the other if one happened to get in his way. The city was visible through the trees, some distance away. The air remained still and quiet, aside from the few sounds from the city as people went about their days. Kutya's brow furrowed at the knowledge that he'd need to confront the day from here on out, and he wasn't in the mood to do any major work. No doubt that Steve's got some sort of long job for me. Fantastic. He growled softly to himself in irritation.

"Right. Best get a move on.", he murmured to himself.

Shaking his shoulders and arms out, Kutya stretched for a brief moment before getting down on all fours. His eyes flashed as a feral grin formed on his face. He sprang forward after that, heading out for Steve's headquarters. It was not long before he exited the treeline and darted between the buildings of the city. Those who knew him were wise to stay out of his way, lest they be knocked over in his run. Some children, playing on a newly created playground, waved at him as he ran past. Others stared at him in awe, or fear. Something about the way he moved like an animal, but was still a man, captivated the children. Kutya shot them a quick smile as he ran past. He continued onward, occasionally bounding over someone's trash or dodging the occasional street sign. Halfway to the headquarters, he spied Kloud and Morticia standing on the street, exchanging some brief conversation. He gave his best impression of a bark before finishing his journey.

Outside the building, Kutya rose and brushed his hands together to get rid of most the dirt he had collected on his way over. His forehead had a faint sheen of sweat on it, which was hastily wiped off before turning the handle to the front door and entering. He paid no attention to any portion of the interior of the building, instead heading straight for Steve's office. Being in any confined space that he didn't know every inch of and was comfortable in always put him on edge. Rapping on the door with two knuckles, he didn't wait for an answer before stepping into the office. The barest sense of civility, really.

"Steve! Have anything for me? Or would you like to shoot the shit a while before something comes up. What'll it be, mate?", he said with a mocking sense of joy in his voice.

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As she turned the corner, she quickly noticed the familar, and stunning hair that was owned by the all, seducive, Moritica. "Well hello, Darling." she play-flirted. "What are you up to this fine day?"
An amused smile pulled at her lips, as she replied in the same but lighter tone.
"Going to see Steve, what about you Sweetie?"
She gave her a light pat on the cheek, resisting the urge to pinch her cheeks like a mom should, though it showed. Morticia was very close to her, well one, because she was one of the only females in the group, second because, well she was different. and she liked different. Giggling a bit, she walked along side her, studying her every move, looking for a sign of hurt or discomfort, but didnt see any in her brief study.
About to continue the conversation with a thoughtful add on, she was interrupted by an abnormal bark that resounded across the street. Dogs on the street..? No, it must be - "Kutya." Kloud turned halfway, and waved slightly, watching the "dog" walk away in her direction. Though her hand retreated back, as she felt guilty for some reason. Kutya troubles her too much... but it weren't too bad.. "I guess he's going to Steve too..." Kloud stated calmly, before slowly turning attention back at the pinkette. "Are you going to visit him too?" After all they were all heading in similar ways, so she can only assume.. Tucking her hands in her back pocket, she scanned the rest of the broken city, and thought weirdly things. Random things. Humming a bit, she again turned the corner towards Steve's office, and glanced at Morticia in her peripheral vision for her reply.