These are the most evolved chars I have, I think. So I just wanted you to get to know them a little better...
Be ye warned! This is a Just-For-Fun page, and the fun is prolly mostly had by me... <G>
You know how one has the tendency to make one's characters beautiful and glamorous? Well, I've struggled not to make 'em too unbelieveable...hope I didn't fail miserably.

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I think I'll start with Kylie, since I came up with her first. And since she's the first one to appear in the fic.
Kind of "In Order Of Appearance", eh?

Kylie Fisher

Born: March 10th, 1973
Height: 168 centimeters
Weight: 64 kilos
Eye Color: Green
Job: Columnist/reviewer and waitress, not currently working, due to recent unexpected heirdom
Sivil status: Divorced, has a baby daughter
Family: Mother, father, two brothers
Interests and hobbies: Photographing, reading trashy novels, cooking, restoring and painting old furniture, playing and watching ice hockey, hiking, watching Ally McBeal and behind-the-scenes documentaries
Bad traits and habits: Resorting to drinking when down, very stubborn, leaving wet towels everywhere, swearing too much, weak spot for beautiful men, problem with authority, can never leave scabs alone, somewhat low self esteem
Theme song (in this fic): "Memories Of Green" - Vangelis

Quotes: "There, outside, in the rain, stands Raphael like a ghost from the past. If ghosts wore trenchcoats, that is."

"I’ll just wait and see how they act when they’re together. I can spot a crush about a mile away..."

"I know he's right, but I'm still coming. He's not gonna leave me again."

"Do babies have rational thoughts at all? Thoughts that expand beyond 'I'm hungry' and 'my diaper is wet, now I'm gonna scream for attention,' and so on? If she had a choice, who would she want as her father? Raph or Will?"

"Roses...my favorite. He remembered. The sneaky bastard."

"If I love Raph so much, why haven't I even-- I mean, we haven't even...?"
 

Paula Nevitt

Born: January 7th, 1973
Height: 175 centimeters
Weight: 69 kilos
Eye color: Grey
Job: ICT Executive
Sivil status: Single
Family: Mother, father, brother
Interests and hobbies: Reading science magazines and classical novels, listening to music, playing baseball, tinkering with broken stuff, shopping, playing drums, painting landscapes, watching National Geographic specials, chatting on the net
Bad traits and habits: Cracking her knuckles, drinking too much coffee, fretting over nothing, spending too much time in the bathroom and with picking out outfits, over-analyzing, nervous, fiddling with her hair, insomniac
Theme song (in this fic): "It Could Be Sweet" - Portishead

Quotes: "The cars keep whistling by, the sky is blue, the sun is shining, Bob Dylan's on the car radio, and next to me sits a giant turtle. "

"Since my mother had problems with me dating that black guy, I wonder what she'll say now,"

"Seeing a turtle barf is quite a new experience to me!"

"I just need a big, steaming cup of joe."

"Why did I--why did he-- or was it just the wine talking?"

"Patroling the streets, defending the citizens, blending with the shadows...that sounds like a job for a comic book hero or something! Heh, I just got the weirdest mental picture..."

"To not be able to talk about this to someone-- especially Charly-- I would go ballistic. Charly...the friendly, charming, open-minded...hope he's that open-minded about Donny too..."

"He's-- well, to put it simply...he's green."
 

Anna Brioni Sommer-Bodenburg

Born: November 6th, 1974
Height: 160 centimeters
Weight: 55 kilos
Eye color: Brown
Job: Graphic designer, letterer for Dark Horse Comics on the side, worked at her uncle's store in Germany for the summer
Sivil status: Single
Family: Mother and Father, a close uncle and a close cousin
Interests and Hobbies: Drawing, comics and books, watching sci-fi, adventure and horror flicks, X-Files, going to the fair, putting together huge scale models, dancing, ambient techno and alternative music, Asian Dub Foundation, volley ball
Bad traits and habits: Very grouchy in the morning, crying a little too much, un-economical, eating unhealthy, biting her fingernails, very noisy, paranoid and a little superstitious, always forgetting to water her plants, coloring her hair too often
Theme song (in this fic): "Big Time Sensuality" - Bjørk

Quotes:  "I wonder what Savy, or make that anyone, would say if they knew I was in the company of a mutant turtle because he had helped me run away from Germany where I shot a man-- heh, maybe we should pay my folks a visit?"

"You're kind of fun, Mike,"

"He got impressed by my gimmick, the yellow contact lenses, just like everybody else have. Nobody ever really notices them right away, and when they do, they always gasp or stare, and that's kind of fun."

"Don't know why it happened. And he didn't do anything, it was all me. I started kissing him. I know he wanted to, but he didn't try anything, and I appreciate that. I probably would've panicked if he did."

"No? Do I have to tickle you to find out?"

"Suddenly Tuesday washes over me, and what surprises me is that I don't feel horrified. It feels good."
 

Jade Ameigh

Born: April 24th, 1972
Height: 170 centimeters
Weight: 67 kilos
Eye color: Blue
Job: Part-time tour guide, and part-time language instructor
Sivil status: Single
Family: Mother, father, sister, brother-in-law, nephew
Interests and hobbies: Martial arts, basketball, rowing, doing the odd bit of writing, old flicks, Felix The Cat, houseplants,
playing the guitar, collecting ornaments, studying philology, watching old M*A*S*H reruns, keeping up with politics
Bad traits and habits: Very curious, temperamental, kinda bossy, a bad cook, gritting her teeth, not good at handling children, pretty easily annoyed, taking too much responsibility, worries too much about other people, getting dust on the brain
Theme song (in this fic): "Never Be The Same Again" - Melanie C featuring Lisa "Left Eye" Lopez

Quotes: "Heh, when my maternal instincts finally kick in, why's it gotta be towards a 27 year old mutant turtle?"

"Think a little more about yourself from now on, huh? You deserve it,"

"Yaarrggh!"

"Damn me and my curious self..."

"Why the hell didn't I choose an apartment on the ground floor? Well, because I didn't know I would have to drag 180 pounds of turtle up here, could be one reason why..."

"It'll soon be over...what's that supposed to mean? That I get to leave when they've finished shish-kebab'ing Leo and have left his assorted pieces floating in alcohol on sterilized jars?"

"God, Leonardo. You look like someone's stepped on you,"

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