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  <title>Born Again With Nothing To Lose</title>
  <subtitle>I'm A One Man Lie</subtitle>
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    <name>Griffin O'Conner</name>
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    <title>Children, Hold Your Mistake Up | Griffin's Snowglobe</title>
    <published>2011-12-30T10:42:44Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/9e852cef4040852ff2063386f78fc1999143acb9edd7a6ff3b0a723d58d99c43/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCaJWm9XB_x3RmMCsBAQlDwliFQJms0BckTzZZkwUUwFYyUtiphBB2iSfb7nYvg0E9FBoJxPrFqzK5JQW2jwH6UonL2EJ93e7820KKM1iASFPKBmNukNg3E5PVbIijjkMqxf7UcDZpri69n9BxuNXBKoSfUyR:phH_zpVo-lIMx5twJTd5ng" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;Griffin remembers nearly nothing of his childhood home in Billingham. That shouldn’t serve as a surprise, as the O’Conners started moving around when Griffin was five years old. However, he does remember this. Billingham is, by and large, a factory town. They specialize in chemical factories. Griffin and his father happened to catch this scene on their way home from getting groceries. An acrid smell almost emanates from the globe, the thick black smoke surrounded the senses. It’s the furthest back Griffin can remember. To this day, he sometimes what life would have been like if they never left Billingham and he had gone to work in one of those factories. Just be like everyone else.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://farm5.staticflickr.com/4112/5063784840_cb9f822985_z.jpg" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;It’s a cloudy, busy day here. Martyr’s Memorial is a popular tourist spot, so this may be a familiar sight for some. It certainly appears to be crowded this day. The people are happy enough, taking pictures and reading the inscription on the memorial itself. A double-decker tourist bus is making its way down the road. It seems like a day like any other, nothing special. Nothing could be further from the truth. This is where it all changes. Griffin’s first Jump takes place on those steps, right in front of that bus.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/5209d1b850d9c6e79702a5114226ef88eb8a6f53b4bac2bc8889097aad6320b3/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h0yFmVCbhch97d6hLRgY-mB0dpCUp2GUhi-XJcnxvRcS1ACkEAmAwv-lQ8gnnIOfmO_18G9kQzekK4P8qvn-9pu0J_k1x4cWxb7Q:QluIeZ_rwCbQiCCUa1tosA" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;It’s your average American home. The TV places it in the early nineties. The walls are blue. There’s a cozy recliner in the corner. It’s attached to a clean and white kitchen. There are pictures on the wall of a young Griffin with two older people, clearly his parents. In fact, the parents are cuddled on the couch. The man has the remote while the woman has a book in her hands. The title is in French. Siren’s Port has seen this living room before. At least, they have if they were watching TV on &lt;a href="http://sirenspull-logs.livejournal.com/591676.html?thread=34980156#t34980156”" target="_blank"&gt;one particular night&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a decidedly different vibe.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/8690343e7ea1ad87ea9b1c90f659f7a794336d27cc122f8323260c4918d0d905/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h0zFqDU7tQ3Z7R-h_Hgc6mA1ouD1N4UE5-uw1BlCjTYRAKTh1f0kx080cdjHKdd73SvgwG9kEvIALrUf4:xTyVCBug3RtB8_nd3iDFfQ" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;It’s the middle of the day, but the thick leaves cover the sky. Sunlight peeks through here and there, but it is still mostly dark. The exception is the clearing, where the small waterfall stands. It's oddly still, with no animals nearby. It serves as a much needed haven. It’s already a stunning scene. It’s made all the more beautiful by the woman. There is an absolutely gorgeous Mexican woman cleaning up in the waterfall. She has long, dark hair, amazing skin, and she is completely naked while she bathes. She's perfect in every way, although this may be his memory tampering with the moment. It's how one in love would see this woman. She’s young, but too old for a fifteen-year-old Griffin. This is a stolen glimpse. It is the only time he had dared peeked while waiting his turn.&lt;/small&gt;]</content>
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    <title>Sail</title>
    <published>2011-12-05T08:15:31Z</published>
    <updated>2011-12-05T08:18:54Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="copperplate"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WHO:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Griffin O'Conner. Appearances by: some Paladins (including Roland Cox and Mary Rice), Sarina (Laughing Beauty), Carrie Kelley, Gabriel, Michael Xavier (Erik Lensherr/Magneto), Tifa Lockheart, Khisanth, and Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="copperplate"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WHERE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Anywhere without SP people/with Paladins: Griffin's home world. Anywhere with SP people: Siren's Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="copperplate"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;DATE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Fluctuates between Griffin's years in Siren's Port and when he's put back in his world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="copperplate"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;WARNINGS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; LOL WHAT IS LINEAR STORYTELLING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="copperplate"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;SUMMARY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; After some twenty-five years, Griffin finally learns how to identify "home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="copperplate"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;STATUS:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying a tourist plane was more complicated than the instruction book made it out to be. Griffin swerved all over the sky. Between the shaky flight skills and the fact that “¡Vuelo Mèxico!” was painted on the side (he was flying in Canadian airspace), the scene might’ve suggested that the pilot was drunk. Griffin had no drinks to speak of yet he looked rather strung out. He was smiling anyway. It took some extensive cartography, but he finally got the location. He found the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here? Seriously?” Griffin used his free hand to gesture to the covered windows which blocked temporarily horrific surroundings. His other hand was smoothing down a large bandage on Sarina’s arm. She chuckled nervously due to her strange compulsion. He was used to it. He continued on, “I might be able to live with the monsters and the frankly alarming amount of talking animals. Maybe even the angels and the demons. But Canada? I could never properly live in Canada.” Sarina rolled her eyes at him. “Maybe not you,” she said. “But I-- Heh-- I &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; it here. The people are nice. Mostly. It’s not-- hehehe-- bad here. Maybe you’ll go back one day! Not me. This is my home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin Jumped to fifteen different locations before appearing at his new base. Ten or even five would have been enough to throw off the Paladins, but he couldn’t take any chances at having his location found. Everything rode on him being undisturbed. He shook his head. Rather, it all rode on his hide-out being undisturbed. As many people were telling him lately, Griffin himself was quite disturbed. He leaned against a wall to catch his breath. They didn’t even know the half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re crazy.” Griffin was hanging upside down off of Carrie’s ratty couch. He lifted his head to look at the girl. He grinned easily and retorted, “Am not.” He adjusted his position, sitting comfortably. “There is only one crazy person here, and it’s the one who likes wearing tights. Seriously, how have you lived life without playing Crash Bandicoot?” Carrie rolled her eyes in response, but when she sat down next to him, she was grinning too. “Future, spud, remember? Future &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; from a different universe.” He tossed the paddle into her lap. “No excuse,” he admonished. “I refuse to believe that this game isn’t cross-dimensional. It’s classic. Come on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hauled the machine over to the wall. Griffin was very delicate as he placed it down next to three others that looked exactly alike. Black and bulky, they could have passed for computer modems. He stood straight and brushed his hands off. “There we go,” he announced to the empty cave, “Four down.” His eyes flitted over to The Board to track his progress. He wasn’t doing badly. Where once gruesome drawings were tacked now hung mathematical equations and hand drawn diagrams that wouldn’t be out of place in a  physics textbook. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well you’re not a total idiot. Congratulations.” Griffin’s eyebrows narrowed at Gabriel’s remark. The golf clap didn’t help matters. “Come on,” the archangel ribbed, “Cheer up. She likes you too, Dumbo.” Even if Griffin had been the praying type, doing so at the moment to get rid of his blushing ears would have done him no good thanks to present company. “Even if she did—and I’m not saying that I care if she does,” he started, arms crossed and overly defensive, “Why would you tell me? You’re her brother, you’re supposed to keep guys like me away.” When Gabriel rolled his eyes, it was so dramatic that his entire body went with the motion. “Wake up and smell the maple, bucko. You’re not in your crapsack, sorta Dickensian world anymore. You can drop the act anytime now. Truth is, you’d be better to her than most of the knuckleheads in town because you care so damn much. Besides, I’ll take you over a Winchester any day. I say if there’s a chance of happiness for you two kids in this zany, B-horror movie universe, then you oughtta quit being such a girl and take it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric tether missed him by centimeters. Griffin simultaneously ducked down, swung out his leg, and Jumped. By the time his leg finished the move, he reappeared at the Paladin’s feet to trip her legs out from beneath her. She fell on her back and all of the air left her lungs. She still had enough of her wits about her to fire again. This time, he couldn’t escape it fast enough. It wrapped around his neck and a powerful shock rocked him. He convulsed and fell to the floor. “Give it up,” the Paladin huffed as she rose to her feet. “We know what you’re trying to do and you can’t. You’re not smart enough, you’re not strong enough, and you have no one to help you. You’re finished.” Knife in hand, she descended upon him. She hadn’t realized that Griffin had a knife of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t give up.” Michael tried to help Griffin to his feet but he refused the old man’s hand. He wiped his mouth, having just been sick all over the pier. “Look,” he bit out, “I’ve been at this for ages. It can’t be done. Or maybe you can do it, but I can’t. I can’t beat this fucking Pull.” “Griffin.” Michael used that fatherly tone and Griffin hated himself a little for heeding it. He stood straighter. “I know your story. You know how close it is to my own. If there is anyone here stubborn enough to beat the odds besides myself? It’s you. You already have just by standing here. Don’t stop now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ready. Griffin placed the final machine down in the center of the circle. In his manic excitement, it was easy to generate more jagged, gaping Jumpscars. He appeared over each of the nine machines for a split second, going from one to the other without pause. When he finished, he hurried switched on all of the machines. They forced the Jumpscars to remain open, holes in the very fabric of space and time. He hadn’t taken his usual precaution. A handful of Paladins appeared about twenty feet away through the Jumpscar Griffin had left behind when he got away with the final machine. Maybe deep down, he had been hoping for one final battle. Maybe he just wanted someone, anyone, to witness his work and his departure. Fittingly, all three of the Paladins were familiar faces. “What are you doing?” Mary asked, appalled. “You selfish, barbaric idiot, what have you done?!” Griffin smiled. He leapt into one of his scars and Jumped to the center of the circle. He then turned on the final machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are a better person than you think you are.” Griffin faux-gagged after hearing the sentiment from his boss. He rolled his head from side to side, stretching out after a long night of bouncing for the bar. “C’mon, Tifa. I hear that from everyone. Don’t tell me you’re in on it too.” She laughed as she locked up. “Does everything have to be a conspiracy with you?” she asked. Griffin nodded and replied solemnly, “Yes.” She shoved him playfully. “Well you are. Just take the compliment, I promise it won’t kill you.” Griffin promptly clutched his chest and faked a heart attack. This earned him another, harder shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten scars merged just like Griffin had theorized they would. One machine alone caused a lot of damage when running longer than a minute. The levels of carnage before them now were borderline catastrophic. Trees bent and broke. The nearby ocean thrashed against the shore. It had been clear skies only a few moments before and now clouds rolled in, complete with thunder and lightning. The Paladins rushed over to turn off their stolen machines, but Griffin had broken and disabled the switches. “Not the best planning, that,” he called out cheerfully. They all rushed him, but he Jumped to the opposite side of the circle. The view through the scar was distorted. The scar itself acted very much like the violent ocean to the right of it. “You’ll destroy everything,” Roland shouted. “You &lt;i&gt;fucking&lt;/i&gt; child, there’s no point!” “Yeah?” Griffin called back, his voice full of conviction. “So what happens when I do this?” He reached back into his waistband and pulled out the very last thing a Paladin, or anyone, would want near any Jumpscar: a gun. Before they had a chance to even register what it was, Griffin pointed at the scar at fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can’t decide if you’re fearless or an idiot.” Khisanth looked down at Griffin after making her observation, idly flicking a claw at the dirt next to him. He was resting against her ankle (or what he supposed was her ankle) and breathing heavily after the fight. He looked back up at her, at ease even though his legs were covered in guts and pus. “Don’t worry, everyone wonders,” he informed her. He adopted a scholarly tone. “It’s one of life’s great mysteries.” She scoffed at him. “What would you say?” He thought about it briefly then just shrugged. “Jury’s out. I have no idea.” She made a noise that Griffin assumed to be a laugh. He was getting better at identifying those. “Wouldn’t most humans decide you’re an idiot based on the fact that you keep company with me?” “What, because you’re a dragon? Well I get a pass on that here, don’t I? Can’t throw a rock without hitting some kind of mythical creature. Anyway, most humans are stupid. They’re oblivious.” Griffin spoke from experience. “They don’t know about danger, not real danger. And they really don’t know when the danger’s worth it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had only been aiming at Roland to make his point. Bullets were notorious for dramatically changing course once they entered a Jumpscar. There was a decent chance that it would rebound and strike Griffin. He jolted on his spot when the bullet came out on the other side of the scar to hit Roland directly in his face. The other two were so shocked that they couldn’t react. The mutated scar contracted and pulsated, alive with destructive energy after Griffin’s shot. He ripped a hole in the world. Now it was time. Roland’s death merely served as proof that Griffin was right in his path. He had nothing left now. His mission was finally complete, or as close to it as he’ll get. He could leave it now. Griffin joyfully ran to the scar he created. He pictured her, pictured all of his friends. He flung himself into the Jumpscar. Griffin was going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come here,” Griffin said quietly, doing his best not to disturb the night. He reached for her and Anna lazily rolled into his arms. He grazed his lips against her neck tenderly and moved up until they were locked in a short but passionate kiss. She delicately ran her fingers over the bandage on his chest, a frown touching her features. He shifted, not seeing her concern so much as feeling it in his belly. “I know tonight it got bad, but…” He lifted her head. “Y’know I’m not going anywhere, yeah?”  She sighed, “You don’t know that--" “Yeah I do,” he quickly retorted. “Look. Not that long ago… I didn’t have anything. I was on my shitty Earth with my shitty life. Now though, hell. I’ve got it all. And I’ll be damned-- well, more damned-- if anyone or thing thinks they’re taking that away.” Anna smiled and Griffin thought, just maybe, he had a willpower strong even for even an angel to take heed. She tilted her head, full of attitude that made Griffin rethink that thought. “You’re going to listen to me next time I tell you it’s too dangerous.” Griffin rolled onto his back and draped an arm over her shoulders. “Alright, fine,” he grumbled good-naturedly. “But that’s gonna be your job from now on. Telling me when I’m being an idiot. You have to keep up. Who knows what I would do without you around?”&lt;a name='cutid1-end'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much to the following muns for letting me &lt;strike&gt;butcher&lt;/strike&gt; borrow their characters: &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="deceptive_lulz" lj:user="deceptive_lulz" &gt;&lt;a href="https://deceptive-lulz.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://deceptive-lulz.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;deceptive_lulz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="girlyboywonder" lj:user="girlyboywonder" &gt;&lt;a href="https://girlyboywonder.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://girlyboywonder.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;girlyboywonder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="painhumbles" lj:user="painhumbles" &gt;&lt;a href="https://painhumbles.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://painhumbles.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;painhumbles&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="makes_asteroids" lj:user="makes_asteroids" &gt;&lt;a href="https://makes-asteroids.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://makes-asteroids.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;makes_asteroids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="meteor_heart" lj:user="meteor_heart" &gt;&lt;a href="https://meteor-heart.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://meteor-heart.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;meteor_heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="fantasycliche" lj:user="fantasycliche" &gt;&lt;a href="https://fantasycliche.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://fantasycliche.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;fantasycliche&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="lostmygrace" lj:user="lostmygrace" &gt;&lt;a href="https://lostmygrace.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://lostmygrace.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;lostmygrace&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:limitedrun:4211</id>
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    <title>OOC - I Answer Your Griffin Questions</title>
    <published>2011-10-10T04:16:08Z</published>
    <updated>2011-10-10T04:17:22Z</updated>
    <category term="ooc"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/59e6b749022fe06ebf2f1d8f31b91295078032a27b930833dc6a79812013381f/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h0jRbMSrdXhtGd5w3Zl823RkkpDQhjC0BzulBqkDbXdgFDDHUri0kq-kcannzAadbUvQoeoxhnaA8:7eBdodberC1dfvK6IgMvcg" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder about Griffin's opinion on country music? (He hates it!) His shoe size? (Eight, although they're always just a touch too big!) Why he's such a dick? (Go read his history and then come back to me with something more specific!) Here's your place to ask. From the serious to the silly. Whether you need to know something in order to write a better tag or you're just plain curious. This is your number one source on all questions Griffin O'Conner related. (Because seriously, who else would want to do that?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - If you want to ask about Jumping, feel free, but my answer in all likelihood will suck because MOVIE SCIENCE IS VAGUE AND STUPID. (Seriously, I have no idea why Jumpers have apparently a freakishly good tolerance for electricity.)</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:limitedrun:4020</id>
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    <title>Character Expressions Meme</title>
    <published>2011-07-12T10:05:10Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-12T10:20:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="impact"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Character Expression Meme&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character:&lt;/b&gt; Griffin O'Conner&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Journal:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="limitedrun" lj:user="limitedrun" &gt;&lt;a href="https://limitedrun.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://limitedrun.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;limitedrun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;RPG:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-C     "  data-ljuser="sirenspull" lj:user="sirenspull" &gt;&lt;a href="https://sirenspull.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/community.png?v=556&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://sirenspull.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;sirenspull&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="5" cellspacing="5" style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sad.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.angry.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.scared.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107494300/17484618" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/97731676/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100632907/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100632759/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.disgusted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.surprised.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.flirty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sexual.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/110170710/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/97731888/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82872296/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111481529/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.confused.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.shy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.playful.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.rage.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82872270/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/97731868/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100633446/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/97731492/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.hurt.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.guilty.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.bored.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.laughing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/97731659/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100634359/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100634076/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82872147/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sarcastic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.tired.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.wtf.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.pride.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;.sympathy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.evil.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.innocent.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;.in love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr bgcolor="#91a3ad"&gt;&lt;td&gt;YOUR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;FOUR&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;FAVORITE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;ICONS&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr bgcolor="#e4e9ec"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/110181211/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/82872321/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111484713/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109320776/17484618" loading="lazy"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WANT TO DO IT TOO?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Snag yourself the coding &lt;a href="http://paranormalkitty.livejournal.com/132875.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>You're Not A Hero - Griffin's Soundtrack</title>
    <published>2011-07-10T04:11:32Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-10T08:29:45Z</updated>
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&lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Daft Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Around the world, around the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mama, just killed a man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Game Has Changed&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Daft Punk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;St. Jimmy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a teenage assassin executing some fun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="6" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conscience Killer&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Black Rebel Motorcycle Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a righteous heartache, never gonna let you get close to mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="7" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All Fired Up&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Interpol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll take you on, I'll take you all on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uptight&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I got a new start on a dead end road&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's a Disaster&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; OK Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Howling with laughter, panic, alarm, and distress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3's and 7's&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Queens of the Stone Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one's catching on, calling my bluff&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="11" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ready Steady Go (Korean Style)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Paul Oakenfold&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="12" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horseshoes and Handgrenades&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Green Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Demolition, self-destruction. Want to annihilate this age-old contradiction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="13" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Run) I'm a Natural Disaster&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Gnarls Barkley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Run away! Run away! Run children! Run for your life!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="14" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Attack&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; 30 Seconds to Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your honesty, like a back that hides a knife&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="15" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Learn&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; We Are Scientists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You get what you deserve and I guess that's the problem&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="16" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Palatino Linotype;color:#444444;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shaken&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;by&lt;/i&gt; Shiny Toy Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I didn't plan for the fall when I was running from it all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0 -50px -50px -8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="17" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;
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    <title>Visualosities</title>
    <published>2011-04-23T05:39:24Z</published>
    <updated>2011-07-12T10:06:19Z</updated>
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    <title>Griffin: The TV Tropes Breakdown</title>
    <published>2011-03-08T19:15:55Z</published>
    <updated>2011-04-27T09:20:38Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheAloner" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The Aloner&lt;/a&gt; - He outcasts himself by his choice, but he has to. Or else, you know, everyone dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AntiHero" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Anti-Hero&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin fits this mythology to a t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - On the &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SlidingScaleOfAntiHeroes" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sliding Scale of Anti-Heroes&lt;/a&gt;, Griffin straddles the line between a Type III and a Type IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Ptitlem4f37xq499gk" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Attention Deficit... Ooh, Shiny!&lt;/a&gt; - "They're dead, all of them. Get used to it, it's only a matter of time. ... I'm gonna get some take-away, d'you want some?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AwesomenessIsVolatile" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Awesomeness is Volatile&lt;/a&gt; - Okay, let's start with a baseball bat. Nah, a badass knife. No, wait, &lt;i&gt;sharks&lt;/i&gt;. Forget that, a flamethrower! No, no, a double-decker bus! Screw that, a &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BFB" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;big fucking bomb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Moral of the story: Improbable and elaborate harbingers of death. Griffin likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BadassDecay" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Badass Decay&lt;/a&gt; - What he fears is happening to him in Siren's Port. And if he's not a badass, he can't protect himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BeneathTheMask" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Beneath the Mask&lt;/a&gt; - Not as big a dick as he tries to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BeingGoodSucks" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Being Good Sucks&lt;/a&gt; - Well it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BerserkButton" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Berserk Button&lt;/a&gt; - Go ahead. Insult his dead parents. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWGEmqLVrQE" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;See what happens&lt;/a&gt;. (Fast-forward to about 3:06.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BloodKnight" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Blood Knight&lt;/a&gt; - Killing Paladins is fun. So is beating up other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BlueEyes" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Blue Eyes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;strike&gt;Like the sea after a storm&lt;/strike&gt; Okay, no. Just your standard cloudy blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BreakTheCutie" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Break the Cutie&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin's history, basically. How &lt;a href="http://www.teenidols4you.com/blink/Actors/jamie_bell/jamie_bell_1166894388.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; precocious young man turned into &lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/jumper/images/f/f1/Griffin.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; sack full of crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BrutalHonesty" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Brutal Honesty&lt;/a&gt; - Tact? What is this "tact" of which you speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Ptitlergt7v5mzioey" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Can't Hold His Liquor&lt;/a&gt; - A headcanon fact, but true all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CombatPragmatist" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Combat Pragmatist&lt;/a&gt; - It's kill or be killed. Griffin doesn't have time for that "Let's fight like gentlemen" bullshit. And it's the twenty-first century, who says you can't hit a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkAndTroubledPast" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Dark and Troubled Past&lt;/a&gt; - He has a backstory worthy of comic book heroes, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DarkSecret" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Dark Secret&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin has killed and tortured. A lot. And enjoyed it, really. And doesn't feel an ounce of remorse, outside of the bit he has for the people who got caught in his crossfire. It's almost a &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheNotSecret" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Not Secret&lt;/a&gt;, really, because it's kinda obvious that he's a violent little bastard. But he keeps it fairly underwraps, just how depraved he can be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DartboardOfHate" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Dartboard of Hate&lt;/a&gt; - It's canon that he has a dartboard in his Lair. Headcanonly speaking, you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; he's drawn pictures of Roland and taped it on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Determinator" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Determinator&lt;/a&gt; - He's really not willing to give up on that "kill ALL the Paladins" thing. Also not willing to be dead, which is impressive in his world's standards; most Jumpers are killed in early childhood, usually when they're five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DeusAngstMachina" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Deus Angst Machina&lt;/a&gt; - Oh God, so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheDogBitesBack" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The Dog Bites Back&lt;/a&gt; - Hey, Paladins. Remember that tiny little child whose parents you brutally murdered right in front of him? Yeah, about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Ptitleoe7myb9t?from=Main.DontYouDarePityMe" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Don't You Dare Pity Me&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin hates pity. Not only does he not want it, he will mock you if you're expecting it from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DrivenToSuicide" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Driven to Suicide&lt;/a&gt; - He was really close to this once. And of course, it could be argued that his entire mission of kill every Paladin ever is just a prolonged suicide mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EmotionalMaturityIsPhysicalMaturity" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Emotional Maturity is Physical Maturity&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin looks younger than he really is, and he tends to act &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; younger than he really us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EvenBadMenLoveTheirMamas" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Even Bad Men Love Their Mamas&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin still deeply loves his parents and he always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FearlessFool" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Fearless Fool&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin errs on the side of caution more often than not. But sometimes, that boy can let his attention-seeking/competitive ways get the better of him and he becomes this. Example: Stealing a Mercedes-Benz... in the middle one of Tokyo's busiest intersections... Jumping it out of the dealership... and proceeding to drive it around town at breakneck speeds... oh, while &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E41bEexh2po" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jumping it and driving in mid-air&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FireForgedFriends" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Fire Forged Friends&lt;/a&gt; - How Griffin meets most people and ends up talking to on a regular basis? Having to beat/blow shit up with them. For Siren's, it's how he ended up becoming friends with &lt;a href="http://deceptive-lulz.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Sarina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FriendlessBackground" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Friendless Background&lt;/a&gt; - He hates all of you. (Shhh, not really. He just thinks all of you are going to try and kill him. ... Still dislikes a majority of you, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/FromNobodyToNightmare" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;From Nobody to Nightmare&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin would have probably grown up to be a political cartoonist if it weren't for the whole Paladin thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Geek" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Geek&lt;/a&gt; - He's a gamer, a movie lover, a comic aficionado, a Francophile, an artist, and obsessed with maps. His inner geek is in a very transparent closet. Also something of a &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HollywoodNerd" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hollywood Geek/Nerd&lt;/a&gt;, because... how many geeks do you know look like that, can beat the crap out of people, and land chicks in Tokyo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GoodIsNotNice" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Good is Not Nice&lt;/a&gt; - What he considers his work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GrumpyBear" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Grumpy Bear&lt;/a&gt; - Morals and crap are for losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/GuiltComplex" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Guilt Complex&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin will hold the deaths of his parents and everyone he's ever cared for over his head forever. Hence why he tries to stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HappyPlace" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Happy Place&lt;/a&gt; - Literally, it's his Lair. Metaphorically, his comics and vidja games can be used as an escape of his friendless existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HatesEveryoneEqually" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hates Everyone Equally&lt;/a&gt; - Exactly what it says on the tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HeelFaceRevolvingDoor" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Heel Face Revolving Door&lt;/a&gt; - This mostly has to do with the fact that Griffin is a self-serving prick. But catch him at the right time and he can do some good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HellBentForLeather" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hell Bent for Leather&lt;/a&gt; - His leather jacket is awesome, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HisStoryRepeatsItself" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;His Story Repeats Itself&lt;/a&gt; - His parents die, his caretakers die, his friends die... Lather, rinse, repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HolyHitman" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Holy Hitmen&lt;/a&gt; - Essentially, these are what the Paladins are. So if you get religious in Griffin's general direction, he &lt;i&gt;will not like it&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HotBlooded" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Hot Blooded&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin tries to present a cool, stoic front. He really does. But more often than not? He fails &lt;i&gt;spectacularly&lt;/i&gt; at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IJustWantToHaveFriends" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;I Just Want to Have Friends&lt;/a&gt; - Oh, Griffin does. Deep down. ... Deep, &lt;i&gt;deep&lt;/i&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IWorkAlone" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;I Work Alone&lt;/a&gt; - "I don't play well with others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IneffectualLoner" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Ineffectual Loner&lt;/a&gt; - Oh, how he tries to be. Griffin's much more successful at it in his world than in Siren's Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/IntergenerationalFriendship" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Intergenerational Friendship&lt;/a&gt; - What's developing between him and "&lt;a href="http://makes-asteroids.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Michael Xavier&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Ptitlefjm1jb7t0t3t?from=Main.ItsAllAboutMe" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;It's All About Me&lt;/a&gt; - While Griffin does display this in the "I don't care about you" sense, it's more often employed in the paranoid sense. Someone hurts someone he's talked to? It's a message for him. He gets an anonymous Get Well card in a hospital? It's a death threat. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ItGetsEasier" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;It Gets Easier&lt;/a&gt; - He didn't &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; enjoy all the violence and making people dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/JadeColoredGlasses" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jade Colored Glasses&lt;/a&gt; - To a &lt;i&gt;ridiculous&lt;/i&gt; degree, especially when it comes to the matter of trusting people. These are the jadest glasses you can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/JerkWithAHeartOfGold" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jerk With a Heart of Gold&lt;/a&gt; - Okay, it's not gold so much as... rusted bronze with some holes in it. Griffin IS a jerk. However, he is not as big as jerk as he portrays himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Jerkass" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jerkass&lt;/a&gt; - Remember that thing about him hating all of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/JerkassDissonance" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jerkass Dissonance&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin struggles with the concept of people liking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/JerkassWoobie" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jerkass Woobie&lt;/a&gt; - But EVERYONE HE'S EVER CARED FOR DIED, so there's a basis is his jerkass-itude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KitschCollection" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Kitsch Collection&lt;/a&gt; - Yeah, Griffin kind of has the habit of &lt;a href="http://s744.photobucket.com/albums/xx89/rpgoods/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Jumper4561.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;drawing his enemies&lt;/a&gt;, sometimes dying in &lt;a href="http://i744.photobucket.com/albums/xx89/rpgoods/GriffinsCrazy.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;various creative and extremely gory ways&lt;/a&gt;. It's comforting, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnifeNut" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Knife Nut&lt;/a&gt; - It's a necessity for Griffin. Not only are knives easily to carry than guns, but mixing guns with his Jump scars is a &lt;i&gt;very bad idea&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KnightInSourArmor" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Knight in Sour Armor&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin keeps stumbling into this territory in Siren's Port.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LeaningOnTheFurniture%22&amp;gt;Leaning on the Furniture&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt; - Griffin employs this a lot.&amp;lt;a href=" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Like Brother and Sister&lt;/a&gt; - This is slowly happening with &lt;a href="http://girlyboywonder.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Carrie Kelley&lt;/a&gt;. Except they're like a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; brother and sister combination. The kind that annoys the crap out of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LeaningOnTheFurniture" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Leaning on the Furniture&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin employs this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LeaveMeAlone" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Leave Me Alone&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin employs this a lot, but rarely uses these actual words. It's more like "Piss off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/LonersAreFreaks" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Loners Are Freaks&lt;/a&gt; - This guy talks to unconcious Paladins who he's beaten to a pulp. And throws soda cans at them when he loses video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MaddenIntoMisanthropy" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Madden Into Misanthropy&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin's whole life is this trope turned &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/UpToEleven" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;up to eleven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ManChild" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Man Child&lt;/a&gt; - Some of his favorite not-death related things are candy, soda, video games, and comic books. Griffin also is fairly immature when it comes to his feelings and being able to articulate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheMeanBrit" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The Mean Brit&lt;/a&gt; - Naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MenacingStroll" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Menacing Stroll&lt;/a&gt; - Comes with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MilesToGoBeforeISleep" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Miles to Go Before I Sleep&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin firmly believes he's going to die in a fight. But damn if he isn't going to squeeze every last drop out of his existence first, and you bet your ass that includes doing as much damage to his enemies as he possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MusclesAreMeaningless" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Muscles Are Meaningless&lt;/a&gt; - He might be a skinny, wiry little prick, but he can kick some serious ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MurderIsTheBestSolution" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Murder is the Best Solution&lt;/a&gt; - Reserved for Paladins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MysteriousPast" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Mysterious Past&lt;/a&gt; - You want to hear Griffin's full back story? You have to &lt;i&gt;earn&lt;/i&gt; it. And it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NotAMorningPerson" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Not a Morning Person&lt;/a&gt; - Headcanon. And why &lt;a href="http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100632584/17484618" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; icon exists. He doesn't sleep particularly well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/NotSoStoic" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Not So Stoic&lt;/a&gt; - Again, he tries. There's just a lot of times when he sucks at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/OlderThanTheyLook" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Older Than They Look&lt;/a&gt; - God damn it, he is a &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ParentalAbandonment" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Parental Abandonment&lt;/a&gt; - They're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PayEvilUntoEvil" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Pay Evil Unto Evil&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin's lifestyle, basically. The people he tortures and kills are infamous for torturing and killing innocent families and children. You can't get any more &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/KickTheSonOfABitch" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;kick the son of a bitch&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AssholeVictim" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;asshole victim&lt;/a&gt; than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/PsychopathicManchild" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Psychopathic Manchild&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin probably gets way too many of his "how to kill Paladins" ideas from comic books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SanitySlippage" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sanity Slippage&lt;/a&gt; - That line between sane and insane? Griffin has the tendency to play jumprope with it. He's high functioning, but some surprising things can set him off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ScreamingWarrior" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Screaming Warrior&lt;/a&gt; - Especially when the Berserk Button is hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SelfishGoodSelfishEvil" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Selfish Good, Selfish Evil&lt;/a&gt; - Yeah, his motives are almost entirely based in himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TheSlacker" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;The Slacker&lt;/a&gt; - Sure, Griffin likes to get shit done. But he could devote whole days to his video games or comics, pigging out and generally moving as little as possible. He just has to balance them with days of violence and productivity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SillyRabbitIdealismIsForKids" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Silly Rabbit, Idealism is for Kids!&lt;/a&gt; - Let the bad guys &lt;i&gt;live&lt;/i&gt;? Yeah, Griffin interprets that as suicide. Your morals do not work here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SirSwearsalot" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sir Swearsalot&lt;/a&gt; - In the PG-13 movie with &lt;i&gt;Samuel L. Jackson&lt;/i&gt;, Griffin was the one given the f-bomb. That should say something. And in Siren's Port, compared to his usual crowd, he is definitely the filthy mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Ptitleolejp9syvlsx?from=Main.SmiteMeOhMightySmiter" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Smite Me, O Mighty Smiter&lt;/a&gt; - Basically his entire relationship with &lt;a href="http://painhumbles.livejournal.com/profile" target="_blank"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/a&gt;. Griffin has a nasty, self-destructive habit of taunting this angel. Talk about &lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TemptingFate" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;tempting fate&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/SympatheticMurderer" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Sympathetic Murderer&lt;/a&gt; - Well Griffin &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; usually limit himself to the people who murdered his parents, not to mention thousands of little kids. That has to count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/TeleportersAndTransporters" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Teleporters and Transporters&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin is a human teleporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ptitle4e67p7jb" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;They're Called Personal Issues For a Reason&lt;/a&gt; - Griffin really doesn't want his past revealed to the vast majority. The only exception so far is Magneto and again, he &lt;i&gt;earned&lt;/i&gt; the right to hear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/ViolenceIsTheOnlyOption" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Violence is the Only Option&lt;/a&gt; - How he deals with non-Paladin disagreements, usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WeakWilled" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Weak Willed&lt;/a&gt; - A surprising flaw of Griffin's. While there are certain things where he absolutely won't budge, there are others where he's highly suggestable. But it only works if Griffin likes/respects you. So maybe Medium Willed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WhoNeedsEnemies" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Who Needs Enemies?&lt;/a&gt; - David Rice. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WoobieDestroyerOfWorlds" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Woobie Destroyer of Worlds&lt;/a&gt; - He becomes one of these at the end of Jumper. Except it's more like Woobie Destroyer of Apartment Buildings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;*This will probably be a forever growing list as I endlessly stalk TV Tropes.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105137029/28107425" fetchpriority="high" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Alex&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- professional idiot/bouncer&lt;br /&gt;- twenties?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe future? sounds dystopian  &lt;br /&gt;- easily irritated&lt;br /&gt;- it's funny, except when he's stupid and gets caught&lt;br /&gt;- being tailed by green chick (her real name??)&lt;br /&gt;- won't talk. probably &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- green chick = She-Hulk&lt;br /&gt;- Alex is going to get his ass &lt;u&gt;kicked&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- some sort of tragedy or something? "don't know what I've been through"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- back home or dead? (maybe both)&lt;br /&gt;- She-Hulk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- back. sort of&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;doesn't remember anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gone again&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105095760/28548471" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- profession unknown&lt;br /&gt;- late teen/early twenties&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese&lt;br /&gt;- good for conversation&lt;br /&gt;- got hit with the Joker's chemicals &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111741197/33496854" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- unknown profession&lt;br /&gt;- twenties&lt;br /&gt;- maybe from where/when the angels are? they know her  &lt;br /&gt;- not dead&lt;br /&gt;- "she's like my sister" - Gabriel - what?&lt;br /&gt;- fragile&lt;br /&gt;- that might be because she was dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- total lightweight&lt;br /&gt;- might have a tattoo now&lt;br /&gt;- kind of funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;psycho bint&lt;/strike&gt; touchy&lt;br /&gt;- fragile &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; just because she was dead&lt;br /&gt;- telekinesis; maybe electricity manipulation?&lt;br /&gt;- can't really control it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a deacon's daughter&lt;br /&gt;- knows things about the angels without knowing why&lt;br /&gt;- Gabriel insists she's his sister&lt;br /&gt;- angel radio&lt;br /&gt;- what &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; she?&lt;br /&gt;- owe her&lt;br /&gt;- maybe not that terrible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- does have a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;- is an angel&lt;br /&gt;- a real one, not a shit metaphor&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107697303/33971756" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- kid&lt;br /&gt;- like eight?&lt;br /&gt;- mute&lt;br /&gt;- talks with a crystal&lt;br /&gt;- homeless&lt;br /&gt;- kind of weird. sort of creepy &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105752231/26335225" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aslan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- no clue what he is&lt;br /&gt;- no clue how old he is&lt;br /&gt;- talking lion&lt;br /&gt;- probably not really a lion&lt;br /&gt;- has presence and authority&lt;br /&gt;- can sing&lt;br /&gt;- who is he??? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112850349/40040224" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black Bat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- vigilante&lt;br /&gt;- age unknown, but sounds about my age&lt;br /&gt;- fancies self a hero&lt;br /&gt;- relation to Batman? or Carrie?&lt;br /&gt;- nosy &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/102315165/25013369" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carrie&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;"- calls herself "Robin"&lt;br /&gt;- vigilante&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;10?&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;12&lt;/strike&gt; 13?&lt;br /&gt;- parents&lt;br /&gt;- stalks me&lt;br /&gt;- from 2050 - spud? billy? &lt;br /&gt;- naive&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;insane&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- needs to act like a normal kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- metaphorical heart stolen. whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not bullshit; &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; was stolen&lt;br /&gt;- killed 8 people (drug dealers and shit)&lt;br /&gt;- keep an eye on her&lt;br /&gt;- really stubborn&lt;br /&gt;- power: manipulates density&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;cheater&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- had &lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y287/RizuMcChan/woman%20driving/darknesscarrie.png" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Darkness monster&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- like Edgeworth&lt;br /&gt;- same injuries as death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- back&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;look aft&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/113594907/41942336" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elf Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- who knows what she does&lt;br /&gt;- looks younger. again, who knows?&lt;br /&gt;- really don't know anything about her besides that she doesn't mind her own business &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108334260/30889402" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Charles Xavier&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- unknown profession&lt;br /&gt;- same age as Michael? maybe a little younger&lt;br /&gt;- same world as Michael&lt;br /&gt;- they're cousins&lt;br /&gt;- a lot of history&lt;br /&gt;- telepath&lt;br /&gt;- bit sanctimonious, if you ask me&lt;br /&gt;- could be dangerous (?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dead&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106359502/30189040" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- late 30s&lt;br /&gt;- writer&lt;br /&gt;- kind of prophet&lt;br /&gt;- same world as Anna and co.&lt;br /&gt;- likes drinking&lt;br /&gt;- nerd&lt;br /&gt;- unlucky sod &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108421424/24363770" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Claudio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- kid; maybe student&lt;br /&gt;- teens&lt;br /&gt;- maybe Michael's world/time &lt;br /&gt;- invisibility &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104563393/28340903" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Cordelia Chase&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- waitress&lt;br /&gt;- mid-twenties&lt;br /&gt;- probably present&lt;br /&gt;- friendly enough &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111599107/39280886" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crowley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- "King of Hell"&lt;br /&gt;- demon&lt;br /&gt;- I guess old as balls. looks early 40s&lt;br /&gt;- same world as Anna and co.&lt;br /&gt;- why so many of that lot?&lt;br /&gt;- doesn't like Lucifer&lt;br /&gt;- likes "darling" probably gay. or just really old English&lt;br /&gt;- if demons count as gay or English&lt;br /&gt;- do they wear people suits like angels? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101691417/25722335" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doctor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- a doctor of everything?&lt;br /&gt;- probably unemployed&lt;br /&gt;- mid 20s&lt;br /&gt;- actually really clever&lt;br /&gt;- sonic screwdriver &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;


&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106402178/16668383" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Edgeworth&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- lawyer&lt;br /&gt;- late twenties/early thirties&lt;br /&gt;- surnames only&lt;br /&gt;- kind of pompous&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt;&lt;u&gt;avoid&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- knows Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miles Edgeworth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gone&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/113569796/29780044" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wolf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- no clue what it is&lt;br /&gt;- no clue how old it is&lt;br /&gt;- talking wolf&lt;br /&gt;- probably not really a wolf&lt;br /&gt;- has presence and authority&lt;br /&gt;- dunno if it can sing&lt;br /&gt;- what is it?? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/105826241/31968536" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ella&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- roommate&lt;br /&gt;- late teens? early twenties?&lt;br /&gt;- 1500s&lt;br /&gt;- ahead of her time (putting it lightly)&lt;br /&gt;- likes saving the world&lt;br /&gt;- trouble - being watched - &lt;b&gt;look into it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- makes good cake&lt;br /&gt;- not that bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 20&lt;br /&gt;- does stupid things a lot&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Roman&lt;/b&gt; is the trouble&lt;br /&gt;- negative power? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- terrible at making friends - makes &lt;u&gt;too&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;many&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- has a bitch for a stepsister&lt;br /&gt;- do something about her&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101002550/18053920" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gabriel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- archangel&lt;br /&gt;- yeah, really&lt;br /&gt;- ... old&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;powerful&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- announces stuff? &lt;br /&gt;- has the mouth for it&lt;br /&gt;- dick&lt;br /&gt;- probably in the bible somewhere      &lt;br /&gt;- not that interested though&lt;br /&gt;- left Heaven? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;can be provoked&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what's Anna to him? &lt;br /&gt;- also has a girlfriend (see: Jinx)&lt;br /&gt;- ... does that even work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- owns a night club cabaret; "Purgatory"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dick&lt;br /&gt;- knows where I live&lt;br /&gt;- can Jump. maybe fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- decent taste in music&lt;br /&gt;- still sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost kid with Jinx&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/78385423/13849337" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- wizard&lt;br /&gt;- thirties? could be some kind of immortal thing&lt;br /&gt;- present?&lt;br /&gt;- mind-wiped Ella&lt;br /&gt;- shit wizard &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106084576/32280964" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hitsugaya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- don't know&lt;br /&gt;- like ten&lt;br /&gt;- friend of Ella's&lt;br /&gt;- annoying little sod&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108692008/29328159" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- student; one of Michael's runaways&lt;br /&gt;- teen?&lt;br /&gt;- present?&lt;br /&gt;- offed by Cohen &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106583831/32730518" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Idui&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- sword&lt;br /&gt;-  4 - 5&lt;br /&gt;- future. maybe. probably&lt;br /&gt;- scares easy&lt;br /&gt;- thinks torture is disrespectful (weird)&lt;br /&gt;- thinks scars come from Roman; keep it that way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- disappeared &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100038687/15751166" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jinx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- think she works at Purgatory&lt;br /&gt;- teen&lt;br /&gt;- present or future&lt;br /&gt;- Gabriel's girl&lt;br /&gt;- probably not human. at least not all human; some kind of hybrid thing?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe powers similar to Gabriel's&lt;br /&gt;- said she could give fate worse than death. bluffing? probably not bluffing&lt;br /&gt;- really protective of Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;- way too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;- kind of bitchy&lt;br /&gt;- just like a teen, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pregnant with Gabe's kid (ew) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost the kid&lt;br /&gt;- was going to be a half-angel (Nephil, Anna said)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/98999520/15237204" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joe Fieldman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- Merlotte's DJ&lt;br /&gt;- teenager&lt;br /&gt;- present or future&lt;br /&gt;- earnest kid&lt;br /&gt;- stuffy&lt;br /&gt;- bad theme nights&lt;br /&gt;- I think he could fight if he really wanted to &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/99212037/24523379" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- criminal clown. I really can't make this shit up&lt;br /&gt;-  maybe thirties?&lt;br /&gt;- same time as Black Mask&lt;br /&gt;- doesn't like BM&lt;br /&gt;- really doesn't. chopped his head off&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;completely mad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- never accept a drink from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- after Carrie &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112841687/37644572" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Khisanth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- dragon&lt;br /&gt;- talking dragon&lt;br /&gt;- talking girl dragon who eats people&lt;br /&gt;- can generate darkness (not Darkness)&lt;br /&gt;- actually pretty awesome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;doesn't like being ridden&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/110210764/35010336" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kurt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- student. maybe an actor&lt;br /&gt;- 16ish?&lt;br /&gt;- present day&lt;br /&gt;- can heal by singing&lt;br /&gt;- knows Michael&lt;br /&gt;- gay. I think. pretty sure.&lt;br /&gt;- decent person &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- definitely gay&lt;br /&gt;- can also damage people with singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the healing hurts him&lt;br /&gt;- don't call him for it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/108647935/25900969" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael Xavier&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- ??? teaches?&lt;br /&gt;-  60s?&lt;br /&gt;- present or future&lt;br /&gt;- intelligent - likes physics&lt;br /&gt;- knows Ella&lt;br /&gt;- can move stuff with his mind; jumps; power&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;knows I jump&lt;/u&gt; (good job, moron)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- knows a lot more now&lt;br /&gt;- Holocaust survivor&lt;br /&gt;- "Purifiers" &lt;br /&gt;- powers:&lt;br /&gt;     * telekinesis (I think just metal things)&lt;br /&gt;     * levitates/flies&lt;br /&gt;     * Jumps (different from mine; blue light)&lt;br /&gt;     * creates forcefields; electromagnetism, bending light&lt;br /&gt;     * could end the world? "forces that bind the universe" &lt;br /&gt;     * throws lightning&lt;br /&gt;- kind of a badass. for an old guy&lt;br /&gt;- 77&lt;br /&gt;- from 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- friends with Charles; distrust there?&lt;br /&gt;- supposed to be family, but they act weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stubborn, useless old man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- keep an eye on him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/109185058/33312478" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Mickey&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- ... king&lt;br /&gt;- ... mouse&lt;br /&gt;- talks  &lt;br /&gt;- giant talking mouse king&lt;br /&gt;- not making this up even a little bit&lt;br /&gt;- seems friendly, so far as those types go&lt;br /&gt;- Ella would probably like him&lt;br /&gt;- doesn't like alligators? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- left fast&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104494943/6440449" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Naruto&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- probably a student; supposedly a ninja&lt;br /&gt;- teens&lt;br /&gt;- guessing the past - seriously, a ninja?&lt;br /&gt;- easily riled up. really easily&lt;br /&gt;- hyperactive&lt;br /&gt;- shouts all the time&lt;br /&gt;- annoying kid&lt;br /&gt;- but at least isn't all talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- guilty conscience? lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- home now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111497098/37644572" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onyx&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- job unknown&lt;br /&gt;- my age&lt;br /&gt;- maybe not human. eyes &lt;br /&gt;- likes wrecking cars &lt;br /&gt;- who does she remind me of?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/103798139/24945741" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- probably some kind of superhero or something&lt;br /&gt;- early twenties&lt;br /&gt;- sounds present-ish&lt;br /&gt;- doesn't die. easily, anyway&lt;br /&gt;- telekinesis&lt;br /&gt;- telepathy&lt;br /&gt;- some other stuff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- witnessed Carrie's death&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;who's Sylar??&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/87048463/19238839" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Phibrizzo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- wizard or mage or whatever&lt;br /&gt;- kid&lt;br /&gt;- no idea what year he's from  &lt;br /&gt;- is he actually a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- seems like he knows what he's doing. for a kid &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/112995736/24085402" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riddick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- professional dick&lt;br /&gt;- 30s?&lt;br /&gt;- what's up with his eyes?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111427872/38570672" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Robin 2.0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- another vigilante&lt;br /&gt;- 10-ish&lt;br /&gt;- in lot with Batman and co.&lt;br /&gt;- strong little bastard&lt;br /&gt;- other Robin is better&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/100509922/26096661" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Roman Sionis/Black Mask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- businessman; owns Capri??&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;strike&gt;30s??&lt;/strike&gt; probably late 30s, early to mid-40s&lt;br /&gt;- probably present-ish&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;bastard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- controls Ella&lt;br /&gt;- follows me; "paw-ly"&lt;br /&gt;- watch him&lt;br /&gt;- get info from Carrie&lt;br /&gt;- beat senseless&lt;br /&gt;- find out what's under the mask &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- knows about Merlotte's&lt;br /&gt;- gangster?&lt;br /&gt;- rivalry with the clown; use that? &lt;br /&gt;- enemies with Robin (shot her), maybe other people in "super group"&lt;br /&gt;- killed homeless guy&lt;br /&gt;- talk to Sherlock Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lost his head&lt;br /&gt;- bloody awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not dead&lt;br /&gt;- maybe you need to keep the head separate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/96174259/24408431" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rochelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- reporter&lt;br /&gt;- early 20s&lt;br /&gt;- present&lt;br /&gt;- friends with Ella&lt;br /&gt;- likes asking qustions &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101864706/24559334" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam Merlotte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- owns Merlotte's&lt;br /&gt;- mid to late thirties&lt;br /&gt;- present&lt;br /&gt;- from place with vampires?&lt;br /&gt;- Southern&lt;br /&gt;- knows about Jumping&lt;br /&gt;- not annoying, so far as bosses go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- don't curse out customers&lt;br /&gt;- except Roman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- big beef with AGI&lt;br /&gt;- kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- slave &lt;br /&gt;- who owns him?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/96579057/17117743" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Sar&lt;/strike&gt;ina&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- soldier&lt;br /&gt;- 20?&lt;br /&gt;- 2016&lt;br /&gt;- laughs - tic - why?&lt;br /&gt;- strong &lt;br /&gt;- killed a lot of monsters&lt;br /&gt;- superpowers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- likes fighting. a lot&lt;br /&gt;- has decent weapons&lt;br /&gt;- will probably snap and blow up one of the companies (if I don't do it first to get people to shut up about them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- decent fighter&lt;br /&gt;- seriously paranoid&lt;br /&gt;- 21&lt;br /&gt;- okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- likes video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- look out for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- needs to get better at video games. could probably teach her stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dead&lt;br /&gt;- when does she come back?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/104731434/31016428" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- "consulting detective"&lt;br /&gt;- thirties&lt;br /&gt;- present day-ish&lt;br /&gt;- genius. a proper one&lt;br /&gt;- annoying to talk to&lt;br /&gt;- find out what he knows on Roman&lt;br /&gt;- figure out how to get him to share details... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/113973559/24386274" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shikamaru&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- works for AGI&lt;br /&gt;- teen&lt;br /&gt;- can manipulate people&lt;br /&gt;- got Sam locked up&lt;br /&gt;- scumbag &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/101694747/27183755" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sirius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- goes to school, or used to&lt;br /&gt;-  late teens, early twenties&lt;br /&gt;- past? (didn't know a mobile)&lt;br /&gt;- magic. actual magic. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;- probably owes me twenty dollars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- work with him&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt; actual magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cheeky little bastard&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/111079647/25637041" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tifa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- manager at Merlotte's&lt;br /&gt;-  around my age, I think&lt;br /&gt;- could be the present? no idea, really&lt;br /&gt;- running things since Sam was forced to go&lt;br /&gt;- friendly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- can fight when she needs to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- has my back&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/107352246/32882240" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Wesley&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- "rogue demon hunter"&lt;br /&gt;- probably a librarian. or a professor&lt;br /&gt;- 40s? &lt;br /&gt;- nonce&lt;br /&gt;- English&lt;br /&gt;- big nonce&lt;br /&gt;- fun to make fun of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Watcher" - demon librarian&lt;br /&gt;- likes drinking&lt;br /&gt;- takes his gig seriously&lt;br /&gt;- sucks at it&lt;br /&gt;- probably closer to 30s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- knows how to fight&lt;br /&gt;- a bit&lt;br /&gt;- I'm better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went home&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;

&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="160" width="150" bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;table height="140" width="140" cellpadding="5" bgcolor="#40a5a5"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="10px" align="left" alt="" ljaddtriggersobjectstatus="mouseout" bordercolor="#000" src="https://l-userpic.livejournal.com/106606182/32603946" loading="lazy" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td background="https://imgprx.livejournal.net/f2cde69195a06b9db50275ad4b521a33ef5db96196c8c5f139734401484e3d01/P2WlxyVijxKvg25s88hXVUMdsf-ah7h01hraCaZagcnD-huals6oRxgxVUpiGxU_vFJS3iA:4SrDX4J78kbVAHTcaGdZCA" border="5"&gt;&lt;font face="Engravers MT" size="2" color="#1d1b1b"&gt;&lt;b&gt;??? - Chippendale Bastard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;- monster&lt;br /&gt;-  looks early to mid-40s&lt;br /&gt;- two beings: man and &lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/kingdomhearts/images/0/05/Guardian3D.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;shadow monster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- levitates; teleports&lt;br /&gt;- eats hearts&lt;br /&gt;- spirit hearts? - souls? - like with Carrie&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;find him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;


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    <title>Siren's Pull Contact</title>
    <published>2010-12-03T09:55:12Z</published>
    <updated>2010-12-03T09:55:12Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="https://i744.photobucket.com/albums/xx89/rpgoods/GriffinNV.jpg" fetchpriority="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unless you're telling me how to get out of here, don't bother. Unless I told you to call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Which I won't, so yeah. A way out or fuck off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>Griffin O'Conner || Jumper || Siren's Pull</title>
    <published>2010-12-01T08:01:19Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Player Information&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name:&lt;/b&gt; Ant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Age:&lt;/b&gt; 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIM SN:&lt;/b&gt; jdmgrl17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;email:&lt;/b&gt; gd_int_ant@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you played in an LJ based game before?&lt;/b&gt; I've been doing it on-and-off for about six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bonus: How did you hear about Siren's Pull?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span  class="ljuser  i-ljuser  i-ljuser-type-P     "  data-ljuser="caveatwalls" lj:user="caveatwalls" &gt;&lt;a href="https://caveatwalls.livejournal.com/profile/"  target="_self"  class="i-ljuser-profile" &gt;&lt;img  class="i-ljuser-userhead"  src="https://l-stat.livejournal.net/img/userinfo_v8.png?v=17080&amp;v=923.1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="https://caveatwalls.livejournal.com/" class="i-ljuser-username"   target="_self"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;caveatwalls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Character Information&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;General&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon Source:&lt;/b&gt; Jumper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Canon Format:&lt;/b&gt; Movie and book (&lt;i&gt;Jumper: Griffin's Story&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character's Name:&lt;/b&gt; Griffin O'Conner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character's Age:&lt;/b&gt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What form will your character's NV take?&lt;/b&gt; Griffin's NV will look a lot like a &lt;a href="http://www.coderetard.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/sony-psp.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;PSP&lt;/a&gt;, because he really likes his games. But there will be a touchscreen option for the keyboard and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Abilities&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character's Canon Abilities:&lt;/b&gt; Griffin has the ability to "Jump." That's the cool way of saying he can teleport. He can go anywhere in the world, as long as he's either been there before or seen a picture of it. He can take just about anything with him, as long as it isn't tethered to the ground. (He could try, but the odds are he would kill himself in the process.) Electricity jolts can stop him, as well as tethering him down to one spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't a superpower or anything, but Griffin also knows how to make bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weapons:&lt;/b&gt; All he'll have with him is his baseball bat. It's an item he's fond of for two reasons. One, well, he just likes violently beating things. Two, and importantly, a bat has less chance of disturbing his "Jump scars," the rips in reality he makes whenever he Jumps. If a bullet were to go into the Jump scar, there is no telling what it would do; it could go through to the intended destination, or it could ricochet and come back to hit only God knows what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll also have a handy Swiss army knife tucked away somewhere in his leather jacket, as he likes having that on him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;History/Personality/Plans/etc.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character History:&lt;/b&gt; Griffin learned how to fend for himself very early one. He's been on the run ever since he was a kid. It wasn't for anything he done. At least, it didn't start like that. Griffin has been hunted for what he is; a Jumper. He's had the ability ever since he was a small boy. He first discovered his power when he was five years old, accidentally teleporting away from Martyr's Memorial in Oxford in front of a busload of tourists. Soon after, people began hunting for him. He never understood why, as his parents tried to make things as normal and safe as possible for him. But he understood the main point: With every power comes someone who wants to destroy it. There was a group called Paladins whose sole job was to seek out and kill Jumpers. They caused the O'Conner family to flee, moving all over the globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Griffin was nine, they were in the United States, in San Diego. He was home-schooled by his mother, while his father taught him how to use his ability. Griffin knew this wasn't a normal childhood, but he didn't mind. It afforded him a great education, and he really loved being with his mom and dad. They still allowed him to join an afterschool activity for the sake of meeting children his age. One day after his karate lesson, he was approached by the class bully, who was looking for a real fight. Griffin couldn't help it. He Jumped away from the bully's punch out of instinct. The same night, the Paladins found his home. They posed as an educational service, but it wasn't long before they started to viciously attack. Griffin did a little damage got away, but the damage they had done was far worse. The Paladins killed his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, Griffin Jumped from place to place, just trying not to get caught by the bloodthirsty killers. While most Jumpers are found and killed while they are young, Griffin eluded capture. His parents prepared him for this life. He went absolutely everywhere. Griffin picked up languages and cultures easily. As he traveled all over the world, he met all kinds of people. People he called care-givers and friends. At one point, he even fell in love with an American girl from New Jersey. Eventually, they were all killed or turned against him by Paladins trying to get to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by, losing everyone he remotely cared about did things to Griffin's head. Living like a rat, underground and all alone, paranoid about who was coming to get him, didn't help anything. Anger festered in him like a wound that went uncared for too long. His life was a mockery of what it should be, and it was all the Paladins' fault. His motive changed from survival to murder. Griffin wanted nothing more in the world to hunt every single Paladin down and rip their guts out. It became his life's work. He started this work at sixteen, learning how to track them down, bait them out, and then violently put an end to them. It became the only purpose to his life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tender age of twenty-two, Griffin had become a recluse, a madman, a killer, and a seemingly selfish jerk. He became a master at hunting and killing Paladins, giving them a taste of their own medicine. He was also severely cut off from the world, hiding out in Egypt. By mere chance, while Griffin was getting a drink in London, he found another Jumper. Griffin followed him, most likely in order to find out if the other Jumper was being followed by Paladins or not. Along with saving his guy's ass (not that he particularly cared, no sir), it was a convenient way of locating his prey. Griffin finally confronted the young man in Rome, while the other Jumper was showing his new girlfriend the Coliseum. The Paladins tracked this Jumper down, and Griffin saved him from being captured. The new Jumper followed Griffin to his Lair in Egypt, something which Griffin did not expect or want. He threw the other out quickly, with the warning to never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But within a day or so, the Jumper came back. Griffin learned that his name is David, and he wanted to know about the men who are following him. Griffin explains about the Paladins, a zealous group (with assumed religious ties) whose sole job was to kill all Jumpers. They believed that all Jumpers would use their power for evil. David left then, only to come back to the Lair &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt; when he realized his girlfriend, Millie, was in trouble. He plead with Griffin to help him. He appeared to twist Griffin's arm into accepting by revealing that the Paladin after him is Roland, a man Griffin had been hunting since he was sixteen when he learned that Roland was involved with the hit on his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David found Millie and brought her back to Griffin's Lair without his permission. Griffin was furious, because this gave the Paladins the perfect opportunity to find him. (The Paladins developed technology to follow a Jumper after he Jumps.) After a knock 'em down, drag 'em out brawl between Griffin and Roland, Griffin trapped all of the Paladins in Millie's apartment without their technology. His plan was to blow up all the Paladins in the apartment, including Roland, ending it once and for all. David wouldn't not allow this, because Millie was also trapped in that apartment. Another fight ensued, this time between the two once allied Jumpers. The fight ended when David trapped Griffin in an electrical tower in Chechnya. He was stuck, not being able to Jump while the broken tower sent electric currents through his body. He was still alive, just not going anywhere. At this was where Griffin's story ended, so far as we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Point in Canon:&lt;/b&gt; Right when Griffin's last seen in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Personality:&lt;/b&gt; Griffin's been called a lot of things by a lot of different people. The most common phrase would be 'crazy son of a bitch.' He's a young man at twenty-two years old. Sometimes, he can act like the oldest soul in the world. The wise man in him can be very perceptive. He's spent time with a variety of people and he knows how to read them. Griffin just isn't very good at responding to them. He has the social graces of a wild gorilla, not particularly caring about the feelings and opinions of others. With Griffin, it's (almost) always Griffin's needs first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, more often, he's more like a Ritalin-addled five year old. Griffin grew up hard and fast, but the inner child refuses to die out. After all, he's had no one to guide him ever since he was nine; it should come as no surprise that he's severely underdeveloped in aspects like maturity and tact. He can definitely act like a kid sometimes. He loves comic books, cartoons, and especially video games. He has a sweet tooth. It helps the image that he looks no older than eighteen, even with the scars all over his body. (Neck, arms, torso, right hip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does have a rouge charm about him. It's something about his blasé attitude of 'I can do whatever I want and get away with it.' The British accent may help too. It's a rough accent, but it gets the job done. He uses it to his advantage. Griffin is always an opportunist, being very handy with both his hands and his mouth. He has to be in order to survive. When he tries, he can pass himself off as a normal, all-together person, even charismatic. It's just getting him to try when he absolutely doesn't have to is the issue. The problem with that is that his mouth gets him into as much trouble as it gets him out of. He's very much a smart-ass, condescending to the core. In his eyes, he has seen and done absolutely everything there is to be done. (That can be argued. Although to be fair, he has done a &lt;i&gt;lot&lt;/i&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Griffin doesn't like sharing himself to others. He's got quite the sob story, but it takes a lot to get him to tell it. As it is, when others try to open up to him, he shuts them down with a sharp retort. He does have his weaknesses, though. His parents are always a touchy subject. It just might not be worth it to get him to open up. He can't afford to let his guard down, so when he does, he tends to lash out. Griffin has a violent temper and a very active, morbid imagination. Piss him off and you will regret it. That's a guarantee. Griffin goes out of his way to not make promises. But if he does? You can be damn sure he keeps it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to earn Griffin's trust, maybe more than it's worth. But if you have it, he'll die for you, he'll kill for you, and he'll try like hell to keep you alive. After all, too many people in his life have died already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Character Plans:&lt;/b&gt; At first, Griffin probably won't do much besides be snarky and suspicious at everyone. Then after getting to know the city a little better (i.e. - darkness and factions), I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; he would put his skills to use by becoming a freelance bounty hunter, trying to get information on both sides about how to get home. Unless you guys are stocked in those. I could always think of something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appearance/PB:&lt;/b&gt; PB: &lt;a href="http://www.filmjackets.com/FILM_JACKETS/jumper/jamie_bell/jumper_jamie_bell-001.jpg" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Jamie Bell&lt;/a&gt;. Icon set: &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/allpics.bml?user=deadly_jump" target="_blank"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Writing Samples&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Person Sample&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;After a lengthy debate with himself, Griffin switches the NV to the &lt;b&gt;text&lt;/b&gt; setting.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Rice&lt;br /&gt;Mary Rice&lt;br /&gt;Roland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone help me find these people? It's really important that I get a hold of them right away. Life or death. It would mean so much to me. Thank you for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;small&gt;This is the most polite as Griffin will ever be.&lt;/small&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Person Sample&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life as a Jumper, Griffin learned early on to expect the unexpected. He only survived for so long by being one step ahead. As he stared around the baseball diamond, he could not say he saw this coming at all. One moment, he was trapped in God forsaken Chechnya, the next he was lost in God forsaken Who-Even-Knew-Where. Pain reverberated throughout his body. His vision swam in and out of focus. Griffin did not yet put two and two together, assuming the effects came from all the electricity running through his body about twenty seconds ago. Was he somehow able to Jump even with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight instincts kicking in, he closed his eyes. He pictured one of his safe houses (really just a remote location with some non-perishable goods in case of emergencies) and Jumped--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes flew open. Griffin was still in the baseball diamond. The Jump failed completely. "Abuh-- wh--" Panic gripped him tightly as his eyes flew around the field. Where was he, exactly? Nothing looked familiar. The graffiti did nothing to help him identify the spot; he had heard of a lot of places in his time, but never somewhere called "Siren's Pull." What kind of name was that, anyway? "... David?" Perhaps the weasel of a Jumper felt bad and got him out? Except there was no way he could have tampered with his abilities. "Roland? You son of a bitch, come out--" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped forward, only to nearly trip on a bat. Not just any one; it was &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; bat. Griffin picked it up quickly. "The hell?" Movement caught his eye. Griffin looked up to see someone waiting in the dug out. His face set, looking very determined and rather pissed. If this guy didn't say what he wanted to hear, he was getting knocked out of the park.</content>
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    <content type="html">Alright kids, you know the drill. All comments are screened, because that seems to be the protocol. I am open for any and all suggestions. Constructive criticism rocks my socks off.</content>
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