Wait is mine okay? She doesn't really have that much of a backstory, but I don't want to screw up the roleplay

Okay, I understand now. I edited my form :)

Just fixed it ^-^ sorry, I read very quickly and sometimes end up skipping over things haha

That's the one thing I actually remembered lol. Raven:

Username
Whiterosealliance

Character Name
Justus

Gender
Male

Age
20

Appearance
Blue and ancient zircon ripple from underneath his left eye, cascading down to his arm and onto his back. Turquoise spreads out from the center of his chest like jagged rays but doesn't spread further from his jaw, shoulders, and ribs. The strange stones are still more or less like normal human skin beyond the fact they crack and crumble instead of bleeding or bruising when hit.
His black hair has been bleached blonde and is kept in a high ponytail. He has dark brown eyes.

Personality
A kinda nice guy. He is usually willing to help anybody with anything. Hesitant and overthinks.

Background*
-

Ambition(s)*
To recover his memories? Maybe find someone or something that can tell him or give him a clue.

Weapon/Tool of Choice*
His hands are wrapped up so he can punch things, does that count?

Ability & Relic*
A dino(? Idk if the relic has to actually be old, if so it can just be a) heart locket. The prehistoric feel a strong desire to take care of the wearer so long as they are within the 20 feet range.

Writing Example
- looked out the window. It was so serene outside, with the birds flying and singing, the trees in his backyard growing new leaves as young, shy flowers showed their faces to the world. Sunlight still poured in even though large clouds were forming, spreading their cottony spread across this swath of sky. He honestly wished he could appreciate this view a bit more, but he couldn't.
He rolled the message up and turned on his lighter. I wonder if the organization will be snuffed out in my lifetime, he thought as the fire licked the air and singed the page. Or if the police will at least take me into jail, so I won't have to do anything for them anymore. Hot ashes drifted down to the wastebasket. If they'll even keep me alive.
He quickly took his briefcase and headed outside, taking a raincoat along with him just in case. Now he could hear more clearly the chatter from the world outside his home. Windchimes brightly greeted him in a rush of words. A train shrilly called out twice before chugging along down the track.
All these people bustling around in the town, some of them who knew him since he was just a little kid, did any of them have any idea of who he serves? Could any of them be possible runaways, trying to escape his boss's clutches? Investigators, angered rivals, anyone who could be his best shot for freedom Would he have to kill any of these people, strangers or people he knew, that he saw in this very crowd, tomorrow?
At least they hadn't ordered him to be an emotionless and thoughtless weapon. At least, not yet. He shivered at the possibility. His very last shred of freedom. Well, if you could even say that I really have any freedom in this situation, he thought as his feet moved through someone else's command.

(could u guess who apple mafia boy was partially based on for their backstory? ToT)

Other
(if you really think about it, you could say it's already there, in my username field lol)

Attributes

Strength - 3

Intelligence - 3

Constitution - 0

Dexterity - 2

Agility - 0

Observation - 2

Charisma - 0