Character Slots Open: 3


Name: Gryphon Kishitani
Age: 23
Personality: Tricky and Prankster-type.
Gender: Male
Other: He's extremely lithe and agile. He keeps small bombs hidden inside of his scarf. The impact from the bombs isn't too much, but it still does damage and stuns those who're impacted. He also carries injection needles with Succinylcholine in them, but only uses them in dire situations.


Name: Donovan Phonic
Age: 19
Personality: Blunt, Rude, and Violent.
Gender: Male
Other: He's the leader of a popular color gang called 'The Brown Fangs.' He's ruthless, and because of that he got too violent during a fight and ended up killing someone. He was caught by the police at that time and thrown into prison. The other gang members are trying to figure out how to break him out of jail.


Name: Cammie "Cam"
Age: 24
Personality: Blunt, somewhat psychosomatic, violent
Gender: Female
Other: (There's alot more details to her design, I'm improvising.) Cammie is a delinquent from a highschool. However, she also had a hobby of murder.

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"So, got any bright ideas, Gryphon?"
The black-furred mouse shook his head. A mouse with golden-blonde hair spit on the ground, leaving a dark spot. "We are getting out of here, though?"
Gryphon vigorously shook his head. He mostly did it to stay off of the delinquent's bad side.
"Calm your ass, Cam. We're going to get out. Gryphon's an escape artist, basically enough." Gryphon recognized the voice of his cellmate, Donovan. The brown-furred mouse's light-green eyes pierced the shadows that he'd concealed himself in. Cammie grunted and sat down on one of the wooden benches that served as beds. The gray walls were dull, with ivy growing in from a nearby window that barely provided light. Spider webs littered the corners of the cell and under the benches.
"Well, the prison's security is really tight..." Gryphon muttered, tapping his forehead with the eraser side of the pencil in his paw. Cammie's vision wandered and settled on an old hatchet casually leaned against the wall near the left corner of the room. Her eyes lit up.
"You can use it when we break out," Gryphon offered, "I don't really have any use for it."
Donovan stepped out of the shadows. His matted brown fur wasn't any sight to behold, nor were the scars that littered his back and arms from being beaten by the wardens for skipping work or something similar. The blood around the cuts was dried and crusted to the edges of the scars.
"Right. So about that map you're working on..."
"...Cam's taking care of most of that. She has more access than us, because she's been here the longest." Donovan started scrawling on the wall with a piece of chalk that Gryphon had provided earlier in the meeting. The layout on the wall was what they knew so far of the prison that they were held in. Cammie's access privileges were definitely useful, and, slowly but surely, they were creating means of escape.