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"Is there something wrong with acting like a girl? Fighting like a girl? This is who I am; If you don't like it, you ҉c҉an̡ ̡s͢h͞ov̧e̛ ͜i̶t."

Alias
[NO.NICKNAMES.FOUND]
4 Cycles
Cis Male
[FEMBOY]
He/Him

Virus Captain of Vulpecula

Str: 0
Ste: 3
Int: 2
Ab: 1
Ch: 2
Sta: 5
Spe: 2
TOTAL: 15

Alias is a rather flimsy-built fellow. Where his lack of strength fails him he makes up for his seemingly endless energy resivoirs, and his proficiency in sneaking about undetected. He also uses quick wit and cute charms to trick his enemies, but is rather clumsy when using his pick and is overall physically weak. He relies heavily on outlasting and avoiding his opponent.

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Stamina // [LEVEL 1 ] - - - SWEET SCENT
You emanate a curious but not unpleasant aroma which wreaths around yourself and your teammates to energize them and quicken their steps.

<"I prefer being a wallflower.">

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"P-Pix is my best friend. H-He's a pretty pink pickaxe, with really sharp pointy bits for st̕a҉b͜b͡ing̀ those n-nasty anti-viruses. He's not too big, and I made him super light, so that I could still lift him up-- He's meant to be more fast than powerful. If need be, I can sneak up behind th-them and clonk them in the head with the heavier part, and then use him t-to.. to B̷l̴u͠d̛ge̵o͟n them to death... but I normally just stick to swinging fast and hard with the pointy bit. I-I'm always looking for new ways to fight th-that avoid confrontation... I-I dart around them and t-try to Şke҉w̷e͢r͠ them... I-I'm not very strong, s-so I try my best to m-make up for it by s-staying out of the way.."

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Voice: Soft and Timid. Speaks with a very bad nervous stutter, until he's gotten to know you better, or until you make him Ang̸ry҉.̢
Pelt: Soft brown with darker brown patches. White tummy, chest, and front-left toe beans.
Build: A bit flimsy, definately a leightweight. Built for speed and sneaky sneaks.
Height/Weight: Average
Fur: Short, but still soft
Skin: Pink, the same color as his soul
Eyes: Soft and compassionate; afraid of lots of stuff; A very pastel pink
Accessories: A thick scarf and multiple tiny flowers springing up from his fur.
Scars: N/A
Scent: bubblegum!
Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YgmMJ…

+ - + - + - + - + - +"I-I'm a mess, I know-- I can't think straight, h-half the time. M-my thoughts are so loud, that sometimes I... I can't listen to reason. I get s-so worried, th-that one day im g-going to stop being afraid-- b-because thats all thats h-holding me back f-from being something really bad, I think. I-Im so afraid of dying that I'm not afraid of dying, does that-- make sense? Am I making sense? I'm so scattered that sometimes I forget that im afraid alltogether, and im just mad, and..."

[ + INQUISITIVE ][ + SWEET ][ + PROTECTIVE ][ = CAUTIOUS ][ = JADED ][ = HONEST ][ - TIMID ][ - CLOSED ][ - TWO-FACED ]

INQUISITIVE [+] :
A bright young mind always looking for a way through hard times with tinkering and the like. Loves to mess with small bits of code, and will ocassionally spend many hours editing the code of Pix to suit him. He's constantly trying to think his way around his problems, as he is deathly afraid of conflict.
"Th-There! You're all fixed up, Pixxy..."

SWEET [+] :
What a cute, tiny little baby he is! All he ever wants to do is munch on things and suggle. Of course, he doesn't do this, but he definately wants to. He's constantly trying to be nice to others, possibly to avoid others hating him, as he's deathly afraid of others disliking him, and will go out of his way to make others happy, bringing them pretty flowers and running errands for them.
"O-Oh, of cou-course I can get that for you!!"

PROTECTIVE [+] :
If Alias has opened up to you, you can bet its because he's taken a strong liking to you. Due to this, he tends to become very overprotective of them, and will actively put himself in harms way in order to look out for his teammate, even if it may mean his own demise. This is the real gift he gives to those he cares for, not those petty errand runs...
"To think is to relax."

CAUTIOUS [=] :
Alias tends to be afraid of most things, especially things that are bigger than him. Running away and hiding has always been his strong suit, and at times, it shows just how cowardly he is. Other times, though, it saves his fluffy tail not to run headlong into situations. His caution in situations tends to keep him out of trouble, to say the least, even if it means being consistantly terrified.
"I-I'm not going in there, are you nuts?!"

JADED [=]:
Despite being afraid of nearly everything, he is very numb to sadness and tends to handle deletion very well for a virtual his age. Sometimes, he almost seems to enjoy the fighting, getting lost in it. That isn't to say that if he lost someone important it wouldn't hurt him; but it would more solidify his additude, causing him to draw inwards and block out his emotions. This leaves him a very hollow shell of fear and anger, and in turn, puts on an outward appearance of strength to any anti-virus watching. He's not easily broken in bloody situations, per say.
"I'͟ll bre҉a̵k y̶our ̕f̸u͢ck͟i͏n͞g͘ ̢neck͡.̛"

HONEST [=]:
Alias is almost never seen lying; deception is an awful trait in his own opinion and he avoids it at all cost. This means he'll definately tell you things truthfully and without remorse, even if it scares him, and even the tiniest lie leads to strong feelings of self-doubt. If you ask him if you're ugly, He'll tell you like it is.
(exception: [- CLOSED] his own emotions. normally, when asked, he'll tell you its not your problem; which he personally believes is the truth.)
"Are you ill? You look awful."

TIMID [-]:
Fear is Alias's middle name. He is very nervous to talk to others, and shies away from anyone of higher status than he is. He's constantly nevous that he'll mess up, especially when he has to tell the truth or face a tough enemy. Gnerally, just a ball of anxiety when it comes to most things, and it tends to hold him down a lot.
"I-I'm sorry, ahh, I didn't-- I didn't mean t-to, I didnt-- hfff"

CLOSED [-]:
He firmly believes that his problems are his problems and that they should stay that way. Giving away his own emotions will only burden others in the long run and therefore he avoids sharing his emotions. Pretending like he's fine, just nervous, im just a bit anxious-- thats his specialty. he cant let others know he's "M-Me? No, no, its nothing! I-I'm just a b-bit worried, ah... d-dont worry about it, its n-not your problem."

TWO-FACED [-]:
Alias definately hides his emotions and personal thoughts. oftentimes hes seen chatting with himself, and if one could get close enough, you may hear words you wouldn't expect; He's very dark and dismal on the inside despite his cute, fluffy exterior. War is an element he's come to relax in, on one side; on the ther side, its terrifying. He's very indescisive and flip-floppy when it comes to his reactions, like two heads of a coin; he's either terrified, or he's fine. It all depends on where he is and what the situation is.
"aw, look at the pretty flower... too bad Ít̸'ll ҉b͘e͟ ͜dèa̴d̢ ̡sòòn.͜"

LIKES:
Flowers, butterflies, cute and fluffy things, spring days
DISLIKES:
Falling from heights, Fire, Dishonesty, Being called girly (as if that's an insult!)
FEARS:
People bigger and stronger than him, large bodies of water, lightning, deletion

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HISTORY:
L O A D I N G . . . P L E A S E _ W A I T

PLEASE INPUT PASSCODE.

ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME, ALIAS.
[////////100%////////]

. . .

" I can't help but be afraid of myself. "

Birth - 3 Microcycles

Born between two very committed parents Nomen and Cipher very soon after their bond was formed. The two coddled and looked after their only son, little Alias, very closely, teaching him the dangers of the system around him. His parents were his world, his protectors, and often he'd hide behind their paws from the towering combatants of the viruses. He was very very tiny as a kitten, and though he would eventually grow to an average size, this didn't change that he was much weaker than the other kittens. He was pushed around, walked on, and overlooked by most, which took a toll on his mental health.
<[+ INQUISITIVE], [= CAUTIOUS], and [- TIMID] recieved.>

3 Microcycles - 2 Cycles

Alias was more than ready to become a rookie when he did, being assigned to a rather kind Retiree feline named Milo; he wanted to become stronger, better, and he wanted to stop being walked on. Sadly, for him, his dreams were crushed by his wimpy stature. Countless times he was knocked down, beaten, dragged to hell and back-- until finally he found his calling. His immense stamina took over for his lack of strength, and his affinity with running away and hiding became a strategy rather than a weakness. Milo helped him become a sneaky master and push himself to his limit; and he couldn't be more thankful.

In the end, Alias chose a pickax as his weapon. It was intimidating, but precise, which is exactly what he'd always wanted to be, and it became his best friend.

Of course, Milo taught him more than just physical things; as he aged, spending time with Milo meant picking up on his kindness and reserve. He admired Milo's honesty and strived to be just like him and so he took on a sort of sweet and kind attitude towards others, even if he may have been afraid of them. But something inside craved for more; and when he came to his first battle, he found it.

Upon turning one cycle, Alias was promoted to a Combatant. Soon after, He was appointed to team Vulpecula and sent out on his first mission. The rush of battle seemed to turn his fears to dust; The lead up to the battle was awful, terrifying-- what if I die, what if I don't regenerate? -- but once the fighting had begun, and he had something to defend, he felt like a whole new cat. He wanted to kill them, he felt the need to wipe out the other team-- he wasn't afraid of anyone but himself. Finally, They were the ones being kicked around, walked on-- he could defend himself, and his family, and it was fun to watch them bleed--
<[+ PROTECTIVE], [= HONEST ], and [- TWO-FACED] Recieved.>

2 - 3 Cycles:

Inside, something about him had changed; the fear he saw in Milo when he'd become what he had, the fear he felt himself when he'd realized he was no longer afraid. It ate away at him, until he'd decided that something needed to be done; he began to do his best to make up for what he was, pushing his kind traits towards others, pushing his own feelings down. He became numb to the sight of death itself, his feelings of sadness or remorse wiped clean and stored away deep in a memory file he refused to access ever again. He spent this year of his life training himself as a person rather than as a warrior; whether it was for the good or the bad continues to be unknown.
<[+ SWEET ],[= JADED ] and [- CLOSED ] received.>

3-4 Cycles:

Life slowed down. He worked on being a good team member, and did what he could to get people to like him or at the very least, ignore him. On occasions he would spend some time with his parents, whom were growing older and nearing retirement. He Had chats with Milo, whom was happy to see the young boy he'd trained growing into such a "gentleman", as he called it.
He fought countless battles. Each one made him feel the same thrills and erased his anxieties entirely-- He melted into the feeling.
He wasn't ready, when his captain didn't regenerate.

4+ Cycles:
Deep breath in, Deep breath out.
"The High commanders want to see you."
He paced outside their offices, trembling, sucking in breath after breath. Fighting to clear his mind.
What do they want? did he do something wrong?
He'd apologized countless times for anything he could have done wrong.
Forcing all the things that could happen to him to the back of his mind, He shut his soft pink eyes tight and stepped into the room.
His mind was blurry.
"Alias."
I'm so-sorr--sorry, I'm sor-r-y, I didn't m-mean, mean to, plea--ase,
"Calm down, young one."
He clamped his mouth shut tight.
"As you know, Your captain has recently been removed from duty.
We, collectively, have decided that you would make a lovely replacement."

Alias exited the commander's post looking incredibly drained. Still shaking, but proud, he looked down at his paws and smiled.
He didn't know why they'd chose him, and he was terrified to be leading-- but he knew this was what he wanted.
He was the boss now. No more being kicked around, stepped on. He was the leader.

Albeit a bit of a mess, He does his best to lead Vulpecula. He's far from confident, But His skill and affinity for battle as well as his protectiveness over the team he cares about drives him to make the necessary decisions to look after them.
l i f e . g o e s . o n

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(Cautious of) -   (Stranger) -   (Aquaintance)
(Knows a bit) -   (Knows enough) -   (Knows well)
(Friend) -   (Good friend) -   (Best friend)
(Family by nature) -   (Family by Blood) -   (Crushing on)
(Attracted to) -   (In love with) -  (In a relationship with)
  (Ex) -   (dislikes) -  (hates)

Name || Rank || Bullets || Thoughts ...

FAMILY:

CHIPHER || VIRUS COMBATANT ||    || I love my mother, and my thanks goes to her f-for protecting me...
NOMEN || VIRUS COMBATANT ||    || The same goes to my father, though I wish he'd have taught me to defend m-myself..

FRIENDS:

MILO || VIRUS COMBATANT ||  ,    || Milo is family to me. I'd never b-be what I am today without him as m-my mentor.

ENEMIES:

cute lil pixel up there by iBeebs

Description

"Is there something wrong with acting like a girl? Fighting like a girl? This is who I am; If you don't like it, you ҉c҉an̡ ̡s͢h͞ov̧e̛ ͜i̶t."

Alias
[NO.NICKNAMES.FOUND]
4 Cycles
Cis Male
[FEMBOY]
He/Him

Virus Captain of Vulpecula

Str: 0
Ste: 3
Int: 2
Ab: 1
Ch: 2
Sta: 5
Spe: 2
TOTAL: 15

Alias is a rather flimsy-built fellow. Where his lack of strength fails him he makes up for his seemingly endless energy resivoirs, and his proficiency in sneaking about undetected. He also uses quick wit and cute charms to trick his enemies, but is rather clumsy when using his pick and is overall physically weak. He relies heavily on outlasting and avoiding his opponent.

̴


Stamina // [LEVEL 1 ] - - - SWEET SCENT
You emanate a curious but not unpleasant aroma which wreaths around yourself and your teammates to energize them and quicken their steps.

<"I prefer being a wallflower.">

̴

"P-Pix is my best friend. H-He's a pretty pink pickaxe, with really sharp pointy bits for st̕a҉b͜b͡ing̀ those n-nasty anti-viruses. He's not too big, and I made him super light, so that I could still lift him up-- He's meant to be more fast than powerful. If need be, I can sneak up behind th-them and clonk them in the head with the heavier part, and then use him t-to.. to B̷l̴u͠d̛ge̵o͟n them to death... but I normally just stick to swinging fast and hard with the pointy bit. I-I'm always looking for new ways to fight th-that avoid confrontation... I-I dart around them and t-try to Şke҉w̷e͢r͠ them... I-I'm not very strong, s-so I try my best to m-make up for it by s-staying out of the way.."

̴

+ - + - + - + - + - +
Voice: Soft and Timid. Speaks with a very bad nervous stutter, until he's gotten to know you better, or until you make him Ang̸ry҉.̢
Pelt: Soft brown with darker brown patches. White tummy, chest, and front-left toe beans.
Build: A bit flimsy, definately a leightweight. Built for speed and sneaky sneaks.
Height/Weight: Average
Fur: Short, but still soft
Skin: Pink, the same color as his soul
Eyes: Soft and compassionate; afraid of lots of stuff; A very pastel pink
Accessories: A thick scarf and multiple tiny flowers springing up from his fur.
Scars: N/A
Scent: bubblegum!
Theme: www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YgmMJ…

+ - + - + - + - + - +"I-I'm a mess, I know-- I can't think straight, h-half the time. M-my thoughts are so loud, that sometimes I... I can't listen to reason. I get s-so worried, th-that one day im g-going to stop being afraid-- b-because thats all thats h-holding me back f-from being something really bad, I think. I-Im so afraid of dying that I'm not afraid of dying, does that-- make sense? Am I making sense? I'm so scattered that sometimes I forget that im afraid alltogether, and im just mad, and..."

[ + INQUISITIVE ][ + SWEET ][ + PROTECTIVE ][ = CAUTIOUS ][ = JADED ][ = HONEST ][ - TIMID ][ - CLOSED ][ - TWO-FACED ]

INQUISITIVE [+] :
A bright young mind always looking for a way through hard times with tinkering and the like. Loves to mess with small bits of code, and will ocassionally spend many hours editing the code of Pix to suit him. He's constantly trying to think his way around his problems, as he is deathly afraid of conflict.
"Th-There! You're all fixed up, Pixxy..."

SWEET [+] :
What a cute, tiny little baby he is! All he ever wants to do is munch on things and suggle. Of course, he doesn't do this, but he definately wants to. He's constantly trying to be nice to others, possibly to avoid others hating him, as he's deathly afraid of others disliking him, and will go out of his way to make others happy, bringing them pretty flowers and running errands for them.
"O-Oh, of cou-course I can get that for you!!"

PROTECTIVE [+] :
If Alias has opened up to you, you can bet its because he's taken a strong liking to you. Due to this, he tends to become very overprotective of them, and will actively put himself in harms way in order to look out for his teammate, even if it may mean his own demise. This is the real gift he gives to those he cares for, not those petty errand runs...
"To think is to relax."

CAUTIOUS [=] :
Alias tends to be afraid of most things, especially things that are bigger than him. Running away and hiding has always been his strong suit, and at times, it shows just how cowardly he is. Other times, though, it saves his fluffy tail not to run headlong into situations. His caution in situations tends to keep him out of trouble, to say the least, even if it means being consistantly terrified.
"I-I'm not going in there, are you nuts?!"

JADED [=]:
Despite being afraid of nearly everything, he is very numb to sadness and tends to handle deletion very well for a virtual his age. Sometimes, he almost seems to enjoy the fighting, getting lost in it. That isn't to say that if he lost someone important it wouldn't hurt him; but it would more solidify his additude, causing him to draw inwards and block out his emotions. This leaves him a very hollow shell of fear and anger, and in turn, puts on an outward appearance of strength to any anti-virus watching. He's not easily broken in bloody situations, per say.
"I'͟ll bre҉a̵k y̶our ̕f̸u͢ck͟i͏n͞g͘ ̢neck͡.̛"

HONEST [=]:
Alias is almost never seen lying; deception is an awful trait in his own opinion and he avoids it at all cost. This means he'll definately tell you things truthfully and without remorse, even if it scares him, and even the tiniest lie leads to strong feelings of self-doubt. If you ask him if you're ugly, He'll tell you like it is.
(exception: [- CLOSED] his own emotions. normally, when asked, he'll tell you its not your problem; which he personally believes is the truth.)
"Are you ill? You look awful."

TIMID [-]:
Fear is Alias's middle name. He is very nervous to talk to others, and shies away from anyone of higher status than he is. He's constantly nevous that he'll mess up, especially when he has to tell the truth or face a tough enemy. Gnerally, just a ball of anxiety when it comes to most things, and it tends to hold him down a lot.
"I-I'm sorry, ahh, I didn't-- I didn't mean t-to, I didnt-- hfff"

CLOSED [-]:
He firmly believes that his problems are his problems and that they should stay that way. Giving away his own emotions will only burden others in the long run and therefore he avoids sharing his emotions. Pretending like he's fine, just nervous, im just a bit anxious-- thats his specialty. he cant let others know he's "M-Me? No, no, its nothing! I-I'm just a b-bit worried, ah... d-dont worry about it, its n-not your problem."

TWO-FACED [-]:
Alias definately hides his emotions and personal thoughts. oftentimes hes seen chatting with himself, and if one could get close enough, you may hear words you wouldn't expect; He's very dark and dismal on the inside despite his cute, fluffy exterior. War is an element he's come to relax in, on one side; on the ther side, its terrifying. He's very indescisive and flip-floppy when it comes to his reactions, like two heads of a coin; he's either terrified, or he's fine. It all depends on where he is and what the situation is.
"aw, look at the pretty flower... too bad Ít̸'ll ҉b͘e͟ ͜dèa̴d̢ ̡sòòn.͜"

LIKES:
Flowers, butterflies, cute and fluffy things, spring days
DISLIKES:
Falling from heights, Fire, Dishonesty, Being called girly (as if that's an insult!)
FEARS:
People bigger and stronger than him, large bodies of water, lightning, deletion

+ - + - + - + - + - +

HISTORY:
L O A D I N G . . . P L E A S E _ W A I T

PLEASE INPUT PASSCODE.

ACCESS GRANTED. WELCOME, ALIAS.
[////////100%////////]

. . .

" I can't help but be afraid of myself. "

Birth - 3 Microcycles

Born between two very committed parents Nomen and Cipher very soon after their bond was formed. The two coddled and looked after their only son, little Alias, very closely, teaching him the dangers of the system around him. His parents were his world, his protectors, and often he'd hide behind their paws from the towering combatants of the viruses. He was very very tiny as a kitten, and though he would eventually grow to an average size, this didn't change that he was much weaker than the other kittens. He was pushed around, walked on, and overlooked by most, which took a toll on his mental health.
<[+ INQUISITIVE], [= CAUTIOUS], and [- TIMID] recieved.>

3 Microcycles - 2 Cycles

Alias was more than ready to become a rookie when he did, being assigned to a rather kind Retiree feline named Milo; he wanted to become stronger, better, and he wanted to stop being walked on. Sadly, for him, his dreams were crushed by his wimpy stature. Countless times he was knocked down, beaten, dragged to hell and back-- until finally he found his calling. His immense stamina took over for his lack of strength, and his affinity with running away and hiding became a strategy rather than a weakness. Milo helped him become a sneaky master and push himself to his limit; and he couldn't be more thankful.

In the end, Alias chose a pickax as his weapon. It was intimidating, but precise, which is exactly what he'd always wanted to be, and it became his best friend.

Of course, Milo taught him more than just physical things; as he aged, spending time with Milo meant picking up on his kindness and reserve. He admired Milo's honesty and strived to be just like him and so he took on a sort of sweet and kind attitude towards others, even if he may have been afraid of them. But something inside craved for more; and when he came to his first battle, he found it.

Upon turning one cycle, Alias was promoted to a Combatant. Soon after, He was appointed to team Vulpecula and sent out on his first mission. The rush of battle seemed to turn his fears to dust; The lead up to the battle was awful, terrifying-- what if I die, what if I don't regenerate? -- but once the fighting had begun, and he had something to defend, he felt like a whole new cat. He wanted to kill them, he felt the need to wipe out the other team-- he wasn't afraid of anyone but himself. Finally, They were the ones being kicked around, walked on-- he could defend himself, and his family, and it was fun to watch them bleed--
<[+ PROTECTIVE], [= HONEST ], and [- TWO-FACED] Recieved.>

2 - 3 Cycles:

Inside, something about him had changed; the fear he saw in Milo when he'd become what he had, the fear he felt himself when he'd realized he was no longer afraid. It ate away at him, until he'd decided that something needed to be done; he began to do his best to make up for what he was, pushing his kind traits towards others, pushing his own feelings down. He became numb to the sight of death itself, his feelings of sadness or remorse wiped clean and stored away deep in a memory file he refused to access ever again. He spent this year of his life training himself as a person rather than as a warrior; whether it was for the good or the bad continues to be unknown.
<[+ SWEET ],[= JADED ] and [- CLOSED ] received.>

3-4 Cycles:

Life slowed down. He worked on being a good team member, and did what he could to get people to like him or at the very least, ignore him. On occasions he would spend some time with his parents, whom were growing older and nearing retirement. He Had chats with Milo, whom was happy to see the young boy he'd trained growing into such a "gentleman", as he called it.
He fought countless battles. Each one made him feel the same thrills and erased his anxieties entirely-- He melted into the feeling.
He wasn't ready, when his captain didn't regenerate.

4+ Cycles:
Deep breath in, Deep breath out.
"The High commanders want to see you."
He paced outside their offices, trembling, sucking in breath after breath. Fighting to clear his mind.
What do they want? did he do something wrong?
He'd apologized countless times for anything he could have done wrong.
Forcing all the things that could happen to him to the back of his mind, He shut his soft pink eyes tight and stepped into the room.
His mind was blurry.
"Alias."
I'm so-sorr--sorry, I'm sor-r-y, I didn't m-mean, mean to, plea--ase,
"Calm down, young one."
He clamped his mouth shut tight.
"As you know, Your captain has recently been removed from duty.
We, collectively, have decided that you would make a lovely replacement."

Alias exited the commander's post looking incredibly drained. Still shaking, but proud, he looked down at his paws and smiled.
He didn't know why they'd chose him, and he was terrified to be leading-- but he knew this was what he wanted.
He was the boss now. No more being kicked around, stepped on. He was the leader.

Albeit a bit of a mess, He does his best to lead Vulpecula. He's far from confident, But His skill and affinity for battle as well as his protectiveness over the team he cares about drives him to make the necessary decisions to look after them.
l i f e . g o e s . o n

+ - + - + - + - + - +

(Cautious of) -   (Stranger) -   (Aquaintance)
(Knows a bit) -   (Knows enough) -   (Knows well)
(Friend) -   (Good friend) -   (Best friend)
(Family by nature) -   (Family by Blood) -   (Crushing on)
(Attracted to) -   (In love with) -  (In a relationship with)
  (Ex) -   (dislikes) -  (hates)

Name || Rank || Bullets || Thoughts ...

FAMILY:

CHIPHER || VIRUS COMBATANT ||    || I love my mother, and my thanks goes to her f-for protecting me...
NOMEN || VIRUS COMBATANT ||    || The same goes to my father, though I wish he'd have taught me to defend m-myself..

FRIENDS:

MILO || VIRUS COMBATANT ||  ,    || Milo is family to me. I'd never b-be what I am today without him as m-my mentor.

ENEMIES:

cute lil pixel up there by iBeebs