I suppose I'll go ahead and make Lilac my second character, if Nocturnal is alright with it.
Name: Lilac Brown (so original XD)
Age: 16
Personality: Lilac is very trusting, sometimes a bit to much. There are times when her innocent nature get her in serious trouble and other times when it helps her get out of it. Her mind has become a confused mess since the war started, her not being able to decide if she feared Silence, missed Silence, or both. She's an expert with the blade in almost every aspect. If there's a lock that needs opening she's the one to call for, having pick-locked her way out of many situations. She's very modest and doesn't like to be praised. The one thing she wishes for more than anything else is that things would go back to the way they were before this whole war started, though she would never say it to someone in the HR in fear of being thought of as a traitor to the human race.
History: Lilac's parents died when she was only two years old leaving her very little memory of them. She lived in an orphanage until she was eight when she ran away to live on the streets. She learned how to survive on her own rather quickly, either digging in dumpsters or stealing to get what she needed. Two years after she ran away, when she was ten years old, she met a Sneasel with a blue and gold head feather. It was mourning over the dead body of a Weavile that must have been its mother. Lilac comforted the Sneasel in any way she could, later discovering its name was Silence through some rather complicated hand motions it made.
A couple of years later, Lilac happened upon a scratched up razor claw in a dumpster. Thus Silence evolve into a Weavile. The two grew to trust each other with their lives, or at least, so they thought until the war started. Even though she tried to snuff it out, Lilac became fearful of Silence. A few nights later, not being able to take the pressure of not knowing whether or not Silence would suddenly turn on her, Lilac left to join the HR.
Appearance: Lilac has long black hair with bangs that fall down in front of her vivid green eyes. She's about 5'4" tall with long, strong legs. Her clothing is far from fancy, consisting of black running shoes, blue jeans cut short at the knees, and a long sleeved black shirt. She wears a belt around her waste with her two knives stuck inside. On the opposit side the knives are on is a small black bag with her lighter and a few extra lock picks in it. Her skin is a dark tan and a bit rough from multiple fist fights she has been in. There's a scar on her right cheek.
Role: Member
Password: Fight
Others: She usually has a lock pick hidden in the cuff of her sleeve.
Weapon: She has a small, three inch knife plus a foot long knife that she keeps them on her belt. In her waistbag is a lighter that was formally used to make a small fire to keep her warm at night.
