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400 | 8 | 29 | 1,054 | 1,812 | Lilliannah stopped a moment. She had been traveling for three straight days without rest, and it started to wear on her. She pulled back her hood just enough so the breeze could make its way past her forehead. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she took a deep breath. "Finally, I'm here", she muttered softly.
Despite the hot sun beating down on her, she was covered from head to toe. Her dark brown tunic seemed to be made of a fine cotton cloth, sturdy leather padding on her elbows and shoulders. Heavy, black leather bracers covered her forearms up to her elbows. Plain, dark brown cloth pants are held up by a black leather belt, matching her bracers, and lined with a few pouches and other oddities. Brown leather boots, a shade or two lighter than the rest of her clothing, reached just past her knees, straps and buckles folding the leather over on the outside, secured them in place. Fixing her hood to cover more of her face, she continued towards the town.
It was late afternoon. The sun would set soon, perhaps an hour or so, casting shades of orange and red over the fields. It was her favorite time of day, for a few reasons. She would make it in just in time for supper. Food and a comfortable bed would make for a nice way to end this long and tiring journey. Crosshaven, it was called. Quaint and quiet so far. Farmers looked to be finishing up their daily chores in the fields as she passed. Families filing into their houses for dinner.
Stopping near some gossiping street loiterers, she asked where the nearest tavern was. "The Niirborhood Tavern", they replied happily enough, "just a little ways more up the road, you won't miss it". They quickly returned to their gossiping, which Lilli heard a bit of before she turned to continue in the direction of the tavern. Talk about the 'seer' made her snicker. "It's all just a bunch of hocus pocus", she muttered again, low enough that the loiterers wouldn't hear, I'm sure just another fraud, or perhaps even nothing at all. Though as she neared the tavern, goose bumps ran down her arm, a chill up her spine, her stomach turned. She pulled her hood just a bit farther over her eyes. She stopped a few yards before the door and took a deep breath. I'm being silly she thought to herself. Her intention was to continue into the tavern, get some food, a hard drink to settle her stomach and a good nights rest finally. | Name: Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Alias: Annalynne (Anna-leen) LaFray
Appearance: Enticing your gaze, if not shrouded by her hood, are her eyes. Big, pale crystalline blue, reminding you of the sky on cloudy day, one displaying green speckles within. Also often hidden, are silky waves of fiery red hair, which is usually pulled back into a loose braid, allowing strands to fly about. Freckles scatter lightly over her nose. Standing at about 5’6”, Lilli’s build is more reflective of a dancer. Petite, though not without curves, and the majority of her weight sits below her waist. If exposed, several faded scars stretch across her back and shoulders. One scar in particular rests upon her right cheek, close to her ear and is about 1 1/2 inches in length. Her skin, tanned from travel, otherwise shows no markings.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Bio: Lilliannah is the daughter of wealthy merchants Pavel and Catherine Dancroft, nestled in a quite far away mountain top town. Born into wealth, Lilli was raised to be prim and proper. Her older sister Kendall was a sight to behold. Lovely, thick brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, elegant and beautiful in every way, and more importantly, a product of both Pavel and his wife, Catherine. Lilli was constantly being criticized, and endlessly compared to her. “Why can’t you be more like your sister” the words would course through her mind, with no release. Always to be reminded of where she came from and who she wasn't.
As the years passed, their differences became more apparent. She was constantly shunned by her parents, completely ignored by her sister, and made to feel like an outcast by most around her. She became violent, secluded and resentful. She thought perhaps by distancing herself, she’d be free of their criticism and harshness, being able to live her days in peace.
Unfortunately this was not the case. Dark thoughts began to fill her mind, and so she sought the gods for help. Spending a week in prayer and deep meditation, she begged and pleaded for things to change. Frustrated by no answer, she finally went home. Exhausted from the thoughts that raced through her mind, the disappointment that echoed through the tense muscles of her body, she passed out even before she reached the front door.
That's when the nightmares began. Within the horrid dreams, a message was relayed - her answer. It was merely a name, but she knew exactly what it meant. Each attempt at putting it out of her mind only made things worse. And so the day finally came; the day she would bring Kendall to her death. Her hands set to purpose with glee as she began to concoct the poison that would end her sister’s life. Deep down, she had hoped that this would make her parents acknowledge their only living daughter, at least acknowledge her with something other than disgust and disappointment.
And finally, the deed was done. Days passed and turned into weeks, months. Nothing changed, nothing was ever enough for them. Lilli was gazed over and became one of the servants of the house. With that, she crept into the shadows and left.
Memory: 7 years old
Kendall was supposed to watch me. We went out to the pond behind the house. It was frozen over due to the bitter cold that engulfed the Gate that winter. I admit, perhaps I was being a bit if a nag. But then Kendall left. She was called over by some friends, Maribel or something like that, and a boy. Yet again, I was left to entertain myself. Honestly though, I preferred it this way. I remember Kendall would always tease me. I remember I was wearing my new shoes. Mama had Katalina take me to go get fitted for them. They were horrible against the cold weather, but then again, they were supposed to be for parties and fancy outings. My feet were freezing as I glided across the ice. Even then I was graceful on my feet. Though this is me and I may not have a clear picture of that. Something caught my eye. Something that was in the ice, but I never got a clear view. I crouched down to get a better look. The ice cracked, water gushed up and into my lungs. I began to freeze from the inside out. I can't even tell you where the shooting pain of ice cold originated, all I know was that within, what seemed like a matter of short moments, I was numb all over and the only thing I felt was the life being shoved out of my body by the cold. Patches of ice surrounded me, I tried my hardest to grasp onto one and pull myself out, but I was so cold I could barely feel my fingers. It was cold. It got dark. To feel like I was one with the cold water that surrounded me . I screamed. Or at least I tried to. Or, at the very least I thought i did. There were sounds. Was it me? I don't even remember being pulled out of the ice. There was a lot of screaming, and then, nothing. I awoke in the infirmary. Katalina found me wailing about. I had fallen in. It took her and one other to pull me out. Kendall was no where to be found. And the next morning at breakfast, it was as if nothing happened.
Memory: 12 years old
I met a cute boy, his name was Krystofer. He was new in town. I went to say hello and introduce myself. Kendall beat me to him. They're dating now. My friend Rose says it's only a matter of time before she gets sick of him. Rose is my best friend. My only friend really. Thank the gods for Rose.
Memory: 15 years old
Winter is upon us again, thank the gods it is almost over. I got into another argument with mother again. Oh if I received a coin for every time I heard the words ‘if only you were more like your sister’. ‘You’d go places’, she’d often finish that sentence with … I was sick nearly the entire winter. Being stuck in bed on your birthday is -not- fun. But Katalina made me this wonderful cake. Chocolate mousse with a light caramel coffee icing. Oh, I don’t know what she used to make this or even where she got them from. But I have decided, I am going to learn. May the gods bring me peace this year to come.
Memory: 17 years old
“May the gods grant me grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the things which should be changed, and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.” A prayer I've been repeating over and over again these past few nights. I've tried to keep the peace. I've tried to keep my distance, but these thoughts I've had, they are driving me insane. I feel trapped, suffocated, alone. I often daydream, picturing myself ripping her heart from her chest. I'll hold it in my hand for a few moments, watching the intricate details of life work in such wondrous ways. The thump thump between my fingers, it grows weaker as my grasp on the organ grows tighter. I revel at the sight of blood trailing down my arm as I hold her heart, triumphantly, in the air. I've begged and pleaded with the Gods that they must stop. I’ll be traveling to the Temple downtown in the morning. I've packed a bag and don’t plan on coming back until I've received some sort of answer.
~ * ~
“I awoke from another nightmare. This had to have been the worst there was so far. Pain, so much pain. I sat in a pool of blood, feeling quite content, though all I saw was this hideous monster. Something had overtaken me and all I can hear, all I can feel was the pain of others around me. Lets not think about that now, I’ve too much to do today. Drenched in my own sweat, I tumble out of bed, struggling to find my feet. I look in the mirror. What a mess. Red ragged hair devouring my face, sweeping down to the middle of my back. Large black circles envelop my eyes which have become quite puffy I can barely see through them. The pale blue that once sparkled now seemed dull, more grey than anything, only speckled with light blue through out. Weeks of an improper diet has left the girl with once healthy curves to stand, gazing at skin and bones in the large and elegant mirror that adorned her room. How could I have let this happen. No more … no more.”
Lillia took a few extra minutes to get ready today. Her hair twisted into neat braids, tucked tightly into a bun which sat between her ears. Her gown was neatly pressed and flowed against her thin figure quite elegantly. The gown itself was a light blue trimmed in white lace. A corset top trimmed her figure, tapered sleeves released themselves at her elbows, allowing a thin piece of lace to escape and flow about to her fingertips. It was a dress fit for a lady of the court, an especially odd dress for her to wear on an ordinary Thursday. Though no one made a comment or question regarding her choice, and she went about the day doing as she pleased as normal. She spent the first few hours of the early morning in the garden reading.
Breakfast was finally called for which she reported for promptly. Eggs in a basket cooked over medium with crispy bacon and potatoes, finished off with a tall glass of freshly squeezed juice, her favorite breakfast meal. Lillia took her time eating, savoring each bite. The yoke of the egg spilled over her toast slowly as she cut into her food. She watched as it oozed out, staining the white dish, the colors of her food mixing slowly. She watched, fascinated, though after realizing her stare at the wondrous meal, she quickly took back to eating it. The afternoon was quickly upon them, which meant various chores had to be done before dinner. But Lillia had other plans for the afternoon.
~~*~~
She traveled to the various gardens around the manor, took solace within the woods picking berries and various other herbs. Though the anxiety was fiercely building inside her, she walked through the day even keeled and calm. Hiding in the shadows of the afternoon sun, she crept back to her room, successfully keeping herself from wandering eyes. “Tis time” she whispered to herself as she locked her door. With a deep inhale, she turned to her workstation of herbs and vials and went to work. Butterflies made their way through her stomach, ejecting from her in the form of giddy giggles as she carefully mixed and molded. Her hands trembled as she held the finished product in her hand. She couldn't help but smile, her release would be upon her soon enough.
It was already 5 in the evening, they’d be calling for dinner soon. She had to make her move or delay another day. There was one thing that would steal her sister from her chores, afternoon lemonade - a treat just before dinner, and their little secret. They had been doing lemonades at dusk now for a few months. It was the only time that Lillia really got to spend with her sister, bonding time. But it was already too late and she knew she couldn't turn back now. Her life would be forfeit if she did and all that she truly wanted was to live in peace. No longer tormented by dark thoughts and cruel words or the harshness of her cold childhood. That winter was certainly the coldest in more ways than one. It was time for summer and this was her ticket. After carefully mixing in the toxin into Kendall’s lemonade, she met her sister outside the stables for their bonding tradition, taking with her a small boot dagger and a pair of gloves tucked within her belt.
~~*~~
Lillia watched as her sister drank up her lemonade, she must’ve been real thirsty as she took the whole glass down within one gulp. Kendall narrowed her eyes as she tried to focus on the objects around them, gripping onto the stool as her knees finally gave and she tumbled to the floor. Lillia watched with glee, a grin slipping on her face, a sly look of satisfaction as she pulled the gloves on, fixing her fingers in each slip of cloth. Kendall gasped for breath, trying desperately to feed off the air trying to stay alive. Her arms began to flail wildly as Lillia pounced, wrapping her hands around the girls neck, her fingers squeezing down one by one on the young girl’s airway. She moves herself up, sitting upright on top of Kendall. Leaning low, she pulls the dagger from her boot, examining the shiny blade. Orange, red and blue radiate within the room as the evening sun sets, the light shooting in all directions as it bounces off the blade of the dagger. In one swift move, Lillia plunges the dagger into Kendall’s heart, again and again, her blood making jagged patterns within the hay beneath their bodies. A deep maniacal laugh escaped Lillia in this moment. She remained on top of the carcass that was once her sister for a long moment, reveling in her accomplishment. Neither Kendall nor Lillia would be attending dinner that night.
The aftermath however, had never crossed her mind, at least not until a loud thud came from inside the stables startling her. Thankfully no one was there. She had to get rid of her dress, she had to stage an attack. She ran down towards the river, ripping through the rose bushes and tearing through the dirt, tumbling down the hills and into the ice cold water that flowed into the creek. She had to make it believable to divert all attention from her. When they finally found her, she was unconscious and barely alive, nearly frozen to death. This was her second ‘accident’ in the ice. Who knew that the cold of the water would seep so deep into her heart allowing nothing else to live there other than bitterness and resentment. But her sister’s blood had sparked something within her, a feeling that she will never forget. Her parents flocked with grief, and that night was the first night in months that she had slept. A long, deep and peaceful sleep.
~ * ~
She never spoke of 'home' again, and after leaving it, she enlisted in the local mercenary guild. She had no experience, but they took her in anyway. Like a lost little puppy she seemed to paw at their door until they allowed entrance. Life became a quick and harsh lesson, it wasn't all dresses and dance lessons like she had while living with her parents. Though, they treated her with more care than she ever received at home, so her complaints swiftly diminished. Lilli picked up on things quickly, and would take to anything anyone would teach her. Within the few years spent there, they honed her skills as a ranger, and even began focusing on the skills needed for a successful scout.
It wasn't too long before she's met Colin, the heavy footed barbarian, and one of the higher ups of the guild. Despite being married, he never hid his interest for her, it was just never reciprocated. She picked up on a few other things too, including how Colin looked at his wife, and every other woman who passed him by, the look of disgust and scorn his wife would give her upon passing. She also heard rumors, bits of her past creeping up in conversations held in the shadows, and from the sounds of it, this wasn't good for her. Sure, many in their ranks were criminals; petty thieves, murderers and the like. But a major client’s daughter was killed. Having her there, not turning her over, well, it was bad for business, and the guild was all about business. She needed to get out, to disappear, to leave the mountains, once and for all.
A job came in that would send them to a set of islands not far from the mountains edge. This was her chance to escape. Unfortunately nothing went as planned on that trip. Betrayal, blackmail, manipulation, and one thing led to another. The only way she was leaving was with more blood on her hands. One night, after Colin had been particularly cruel to her, she called upon the gods for the courage to do what needed to be done. Dawn finally came about them, and as his life slipped from his body, she gazed upon him, an eerie sense of satisfaction and contentment came over her. The rage had finally subsided, leaving Lilli calm and peaceful. And with that, she slipped into the shadows, the fog of the isles hiding her presence.
Finally, away from everything, she was able to rest. It was a peaceful sleep, hidden in the shrubbery of the forest just at the foot of the mountain, shrouded by the darkness of night. She'd have to be careful from here on in, and she had a long way to go. They'd be looking for her for sure. Is there anyone she can trust?
Who is the Seer?: She's heard only rumors of the Seer, whispers within the dead of night. Years of travel still haven't brought her any closer to this being, this myth. She wanders now only looking for a purpose; something to do, somewhere to call home, people to perhaps call family, a real family. Her days of chasing childhood stories are done.
An interesting tidbit which the Seer might know or see about her- Lilli is of chaotic alignment. She is a good person though there is a darkness within her. She is quiet, and likes to observe. She is also hot tempered if angered. She doesn't trust very easily however she is loyal to those who she deems worthy of her trust. Lilliannah is a woman of her word and will try very hard not to break it. She is honorable to that extent, but she plays by her own rules, her own code. |
401 | 8 | 30 | 2,188 | 1,106 | Arman knew what she was doing was wrong, but that didn't mean she was going to stop. She had been an interested watcher of the episode in the tavern, since Ray wouldn't need her till this evening, so she had decided to follow along behind. A good story to be gained? She was so there.
Ray had once said she thought way too much about stories; her every waking thought, when not about food, was stories. Sure, she was probably being just a little over-focused on the one subject, but that was how she worked. No way around it. When the genderless 'kid', whom the other boy had called "Seer", had started heading out holding the girl she lept off her stool and scuttled out the door ahead of the small party. Striding away from the tavern she tried to look confident, like she was doing nothing wrong. She slipped into a small alley across the street from the tavern, waiting to see where the others went. Hoping she wasn't being stupid, was this crazy? yes probably. Should she be doing it? No probably not. But none of that was going to stop her. This was the most exiting thing that had happened for a long time there was no way she was missing out. | Name: Arman Ryanson
Age: 16
Gender: Female, but looks male.
Bio: Arman grew up traveling, village to village, never settling anywhere. She was the story keeper for her troupe, telling stories for her keep. They are currently stopping by in Crosshaven for a little while, before they plan to move on. Arman hides the fact that she is a girl. When she was little she was picked up from the roadside and has been with the travelers since then.
Who is the Seer?: Another traveler, someone, she respects if ‘he’ exists. She has heard of ‘him’ in legends and one of the first stories she read was a piece of poetry about ‘him’. She would also like, if possible to be the one to record the seer’s story, and tell it to others. (But for that matter she quite likes telling anyone’s stories, if they will let her.) |
402 | 8 | 31 | 2,295 | 427 | Lucas sighed as Argo ignored him, watching the nameless one leave with Near-Nudey Judy in tow. The one pulling the wild girl offered for anyone else to follow them, and although he felt a gravity of interest towards the curious personality, the tavern was packed, and somebody had to run it. A new woman entered as the two were leaving. This girl was dressed head to toe in a dark tunic, pulling a hood over her head as she entered. Lucas managed to get a look at her face before it came in: She had beautiful red hair and bright blue eyes.
Those same eyes seemed to be cast in Lucas's direction. He smiled at the new woman and motioned her over to the bar for a drink. As he did, he smoothly swept up coin left on the counter, replacing some with various drinks, poured and mixed at a brisk pace. As he served his eager customers, he caught sight of one of the salesmen getting up to leave. Lucas quickly made his way to the other one to inquire. "Your colleague's seems interested in that fellow, huh?" He asked. Before he waited for an answer, he shot down the topic and decided to talk about business. There was a short gap of time for him to talk, most of the tavern-goers plate's and glass's filled. "So, you two are spice salesmen, hm? What have you got in stock, my good man?" | Lucas Niir
Age - 29
Gender - Male
Bio - Lucas comes from a town a little ways down the road from Cross-Haven, where his parents own a locally famous tavern by the name of "Your Friendly Niirborhood Tavern." Their service is fantastic and incredibly quick, with their only being three people employed: Both of Lucas's parents, and a single cook. Their business was their pride and joy, and ever since childhood, Lucas was captured by the devotion his parents showed towards their business, and aspired to run the store some day.
Lucas helped out around the tavern, and eventually was considered to be a fourth employee by everyone. He learned much from his parents, and eventually became skilled enough to open his own tavern in Cross-Haven by the same name. Business there, although a little slower due to the smaller size of the town, was well, and lived up to the reputation of his parents business in the town over. Lately, however, it had come to Lucas's attention that his father had come down with a terrible sickness. Due to this, his normally cheerful and eager-to-please attitude has waned a little bit.
Who is the Seer? - Lucas has heard of him/her, but doesn't believe in The Seer. Upon mention, he usually will laugh and reply with: "Hell, we can all see, can't we? I don't see the big hoopla over it." |
403 | 8 | 32 | 217 | 159 | Fredrick ran the ball of his thumb against the hilt of his sword in quiet contemplation. He had felt... something. A sudden shift in his soul as the Seer took their leave of the tavern, was this what it felt like to be called by fate? And yet he found himself frozen, affixed to the floorboards beneath him, the last remainders of his doubt crippling him in it's attempt to steer his course away from this strange figure. His foot crept slowly ahead of him, soon followed by the other, as he reeled forward like a drunkard, just managing to catch his step before he collided with the newly entered patron.
"My apologies,... madam." He managed with a quick half bow, swiftly moving toward the door, throwing his shoulder into it as he burst out into the street.
The Seer and the girl with the look of the wild about her, were but feet ahead. A being of legend, naught but a few feet in front of him. Oh, how his old friend Simeon 'Lucky fingers' would have killed to be in his place. That fool had always thought himself destined for great things, it was a shame that he wound up with his own blade through his heart as Fredrick had pried it away from those, what turned out to be, not so lucky fingers. He blinked away the memory, before turning his gaze on the Seer, dealing with them would be as dangerous as dueling with Simeon had been that day.
"And what part do I play into all of this?" He asked carefully after them, as another question burned in the back of his mind, begging to be voiced. Ask nothing of the seer, owe nothing. He reminded himself soothingly, fixing his face with the placid stare that he wore ever so well when at court. Far better than a look of careful examination. He thought begrudgingly. | Name: Fredrick Riel
Appearance:
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Lucas was born far to the west, in a land where the success of a nobles family was dependent upon the skill of the houses swordsmen, with custom dictating that all disputes and matters are settled with duels. To prevent putting the nobility at risk, they and only they, are allowed to employ the talents of simple folk to fight their duels for them. With his parents being poor Lucas could barely remember them, as he was sold to 'House Riel' at a young age, and put to training as a swordsman immediately. When he reached the age of sixteen he was granted his first personal blade, a steel short sword which he had named 'Nightbane', a weapon that swiftly helped him earn a name for himself among the Houses. Lucrative offers were made to House Riel in return for the lads service, but the House had grown proud of their fierce fighter, publicly declaring him the best in all the lands and granting the young man the right to wear their name.
Word soon got to the king, of a small house, boasting of having the finest swordsman in the lands, wishing to see so for himself, he journeyed to their home and offered to buy the swordsmen from them, but in their arrogance they declined. The refusal was seen as an insult and direct challenge to the kings authority, using his influence he had the house stripped of its lands and titles and sent into exile. Young Lucas stuck with the family as they traveled east through the hinterlands with what little possessions remained to them, but inexperience with the rigors of travel led to the death of many, with once loyal house guards turning bandit.
Wounded from his ordeals and attempts to crush the mutiny of his fellow swordsman, Lucas was left behind by those whom had escaped the battle unscathed, and had been forced to leave behind those too sick or frail to keep up. Eventually Barren earth gave way to lush grass, than fields of corn, Lucas collapsed at the feet of the first person he had seen in days, shortly passing out afterward. The man who had found him, a local farmer of the township of Crosshaven, helped nurse him back to health and offered lodgings to the young man in return for help with work around the farm. He accepted immediately and worked many a season for his savior, but in his heart he longed to return to his homeland and slay the man who ruined his House, yet found he knew not the way home.
Who is the Seer?: Someone who may know of his homeland, as the name has been met with confused stares by all others/ A travelling companion. |
404 | 8 | 33 | 1,054 | 1,812 | Though Lilli didn't know it, she had passed the Seer on her way into the tavern. Her pale blue eyes glittered as she walked through the sunlight, her gaze was fixed on the ground in front of her, never looking away. Whether she caught the groups attention or not, she didn't notice, nor did she much care. She wasn't here to start trouble or attract any attention. All she wanted was to do was settle the grumbles of her stomach and the aches in her feet. Everything else could come later, if it was to be.
The tavern was bustling with business. And apparently the recently departed group had caused a bit of a stir. One man nearly plowed right into her as he tried to catch up with them. It took a moment for her to get her bearings, her gaze lingering over the crowd for a moment, taking in the many different people enjoying the the company of the tavern and its goods. Finally, her eyes settled on the bar keep and an empty spot at the bar. He motioned her over.
She slowly made her way through the crowd and to the empty seat. The bartender seemed to be busy with other patrons of the busy establishment. Was he here by himself?, she thought, and glanced around the tavern hoping to see someone else who looked to be working here. To no avail, the gentleman helping the salesman was the only one about. She tugged at her hood, pulling it off her head and released her braid from the confines of her cowl that now draped over her shoulders. She already knew what she wanted, but she couldn't help but gaze over the backdrop of liquors behind the bar. This place must be doing well for itself, she murmured, her gaze floating over to the bartender once more. She was hungry, her rations had ran out about a day and a half ago. A strange sound crept from her stomach, like the growling of a hungry beast. It didn't matter what they served here, she was hungry enough to eat nearly anything they had, and probably everything on their menu.
Her calloused hands sat gently, folded on the hard surface of the bar top. She could be a patient women if she had to be. Business came first, it always came first. Her face turned sour as a thought crossed her mind. A yawn escaped her, with it, the sour disposition quickly disappeared. | Name: Lilliannah Corrine Dancroft
Alias: Annalynne (Anna-leen) LaFray
Appearance: Enticing your gaze, if not shrouded by her hood, are her eyes. Big, pale crystalline blue, reminding you of the sky on cloudy day, one displaying green speckles within. Also often hidden, are silky waves of fiery red hair, which is usually pulled back into a loose braid, allowing strands to fly about. Freckles scatter lightly over her nose. Standing at about 5’6”, Lilli’s build is more reflective of a dancer. Petite, though not without curves, and the majority of her weight sits below her waist. If exposed, several faded scars stretch across her back and shoulders. One scar in particular rests upon her right cheek, close to her ear and is about 1 1/2 inches in length. Her skin, tanned from travel, otherwise shows no markings.
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Bio: Lilliannah is the daughter of wealthy merchants Pavel and Catherine Dancroft, nestled in a quite far away mountain top town. Born into wealth, Lilli was raised to be prim and proper. Her older sister Kendall was a sight to behold. Lovely, thick brown wavy hair, deep blue eyes, pale skin, elegant and beautiful in every way, and more importantly, a product of both Pavel and his wife, Catherine. Lilli was constantly being criticized, and endlessly compared to her. “Why can’t you be more like your sister” the words would course through her mind, with no release. Always to be reminded of where she came from and who she wasn't.
As the years passed, their differences became more apparent. She was constantly shunned by her parents, completely ignored by her sister, and made to feel like an outcast by most around her. She became violent, secluded and resentful. She thought perhaps by distancing herself, she’d be free of their criticism and harshness, being able to live her days in peace.
Unfortunately this was not the case. Dark thoughts began to fill her mind, and so she sought the gods for help. Spending a week in prayer and deep meditation, she begged and pleaded for things to change. Frustrated by no answer, she finally went home. Exhausted from the thoughts that raced through her mind, the disappointment that echoed through the tense muscles of her body, she passed out even before she reached the front door.
That's when the nightmares began. Within the horrid dreams, a message was relayed - her answer. It was merely a name, but she knew exactly what it meant. Each attempt at putting it out of her mind only made things worse. And so the day finally came; the day she would bring Kendall to her death. Her hands set to purpose with glee as she began to concoct the poison that would end her sister’s life. Deep down, she had hoped that this would make her parents acknowledge their only living daughter, at least acknowledge her with something other than disgust and disappointment.
And finally, the deed was done. Days passed and turned into weeks, months. Nothing changed, nothing was ever enough for them. Lilli was gazed over and became one of the servants of the house. With that, she crept into the shadows and left.
Memory: 7 years old
Kendall was supposed to watch me. We went out to the pond behind the house. It was frozen over due to the bitter cold that engulfed the Gate that winter. I admit, perhaps I was being a bit if a nag. But then Kendall left. She was called over by some friends, Maribel or something like that, and a boy. Yet again, I was left to entertain myself. Honestly though, I preferred it this way. I remember Kendall would always tease me. I remember I was wearing my new shoes. Mama had Katalina take me to go get fitted for them. They were horrible against the cold weather, but then again, they were supposed to be for parties and fancy outings. My feet were freezing as I glided across the ice. Even then I was graceful on my feet. Though this is me and I may not have a clear picture of that. Something caught my eye. Something that was in the ice, but I never got a clear view. I crouched down to get a better look. The ice cracked, water gushed up and into my lungs. I began to freeze from the inside out. I can't even tell you where the shooting pain of ice cold originated, all I know was that within, what seemed like a matter of short moments, I was numb all over and the only thing I felt was the life being shoved out of my body by the cold. Patches of ice surrounded me, I tried my hardest to grasp onto one and pull myself out, but I was so cold I could barely feel my fingers. It was cold. It got dark. To feel like I was one with the cold water that surrounded me . I screamed. Or at least I tried to. Or, at the very least I thought i did. There were sounds. Was it me? I don't even remember being pulled out of the ice. There was a lot of screaming, and then, nothing. I awoke in the infirmary. Katalina found me wailing about. I had fallen in. It took her and one other to pull me out. Kendall was no where to be found. And the next morning at breakfast, it was as if nothing happened.
Memory: 12 years old
I met a cute boy, his name was Krystofer. He was new in town. I went to say hello and introduce myself. Kendall beat me to him. They're dating now. My friend Rose says it's only a matter of time before she gets sick of him. Rose is my best friend. My only friend really. Thank the gods for Rose.
Memory: 15 years old
Winter is upon us again, thank the gods it is almost over. I got into another argument with mother again. Oh if I received a coin for every time I heard the words ‘if only you were more like your sister’. ‘You’d go places’, she’d often finish that sentence with … I was sick nearly the entire winter. Being stuck in bed on your birthday is -not- fun. But Katalina made me this wonderful cake. Chocolate mousse with a light caramel coffee icing. Oh, I don’t know what she used to make this or even where she got them from. But I have decided, I am going to learn. May the gods bring me peace this year to come.
Memory: 17 years old
“May the gods grant me grace to accept with serenity the things that cannot be changed, Courage to change the things which should be changed, and the Wisdom to distinguish the one from the other.” A prayer I've been repeating over and over again these past few nights. I've tried to keep the peace. I've tried to keep my distance, but these thoughts I've had, they are driving me insane. I feel trapped, suffocated, alone. I often daydream, picturing myself ripping her heart from her chest. I'll hold it in my hand for a few moments, watching the intricate details of life work in such wondrous ways. The thump thump between my fingers, it grows weaker as my grasp on the organ grows tighter. I revel at the sight of blood trailing down my arm as I hold her heart, triumphantly, in the air. I've begged and pleaded with the Gods that they must stop. I’ll be traveling to the Temple downtown in the morning. I've packed a bag and don’t plan on coming back until I've received some sort of answer.
~ * ~
“I awoke from another nightmare. This had to have been the worst there was so far. Pain, so much pain. I sat in a pool of blood, feeling quite content, though all I saw was this hideous monster. Something had overtaken me and all I can hear, all I can feel was the pain of others around me. Lets not think about that now, I’ve too much to do today. Drenched in my own sweat, I tumble out of bed, struggling to find my feet. I look in the mirror. What a mess. Red ragged hair devouring my face, sweeping down to the middle of my back. Large black circles envelop my eyes which have become quite puffy I can barely see through them. The pale blue that once sparkled now seemed dull, more grey than anything, only speckled with light blue through out. Weeks of an improper diet has left the girl with once healthy curves to stand, gazing at skin and bones in the large and elegant mirror that adorned her room. How could I have let this happen. No more … no more.”
Lillia took a few extra minutes to get ready today. Her hair twisted into neat braids, tucked tightly into a bun which sat between her ears. Her gown was neatly pressed and flowed against her thin figure quite elegantly. The gown itself was a light blue trimmed in white lace. A corset top trimmed her figure, tapered sleeves released themselves at her elbows, allowing a thin piece of lace to escape and flow about to her fingertips. It was a dress fit for a lady of the court, an especially odd dress for her to wear on an ordinary Thursday. Though no one made a comment or question regarding her choice, and she went about the day doing as she pleased as normal. She spent the first few hours of the early morning in the garden reading.
Breakfast was finally called for which she reported for promptly. Eggs in a basket cooked over medium with crispy bacon and potatoes, finished off with a tall glass of freshly squeezed juice, her favorite breakfast meal. Lillia took her time eating, savoring each bite. The yoke of the egg spilled over her toast slowly as she cut into her food. She watched as it oozed out, staining the white dish, the colors of her food mixing slowly. She watched, fascinated, though after realizing her stare at the wondrous meal, she quickly took back to eating it. The afternoon was quickly upon them, which meant various chores had to be done before dinner. But Lillia had other plans for the afternoon.
~~*~~
She traveled to the various gardens around the manor, took solace within the woods picking berries and various other herbs. Though the anxiety was fiercely building inside her, she walked through the day even keeled and calm. Hiding in the shadows of the afternoon sun, she crept back to her room, successfully keeping herself from wandering eyes. “Tis time” she whispered to herself as she locked her door. With a deep inhale, she turned to her workstation of herbs and vials and went to work. Butterflies made their way through her stomach, ejecting from her in the form of giddy giggles as she carefully mixed and molded. Her hands trembled as she held the finished product in her hand. She couldn't help but smile, her release would be upon her soon enough.
It was already 5 in the evening, they’d be calling for dinner soon. She had to make her move or delay another day. There was one thing that would steal her sister from her chores, afternoon lemonade - a treat just before dinner, and their little secret. They had been doing lemonades at dusk now for a few months. It was the only time that Lillia really got to spend with her sister, bonding time. But it was already too late and she knew she couldn't turn back now. Her life would be forfeit if she did and all that she truly wanted was to live in peace. No longer tormented by dark thoughts and cruel words or the harshness of her cold childhood. That winter was certainly the coldest in more ways than one. It was time for summer and this was her ticket. After carefully mixing in the toxin into Kendall’s lemonade, she met her sister outside the stables for their bonding tradition, taking with her a small boot dagger and a pair of gloves tucked within her belt.
~~*~~
Lillia watched as her sister drank up her lemonade, she must’ve been real thirsty as she took the whole glass down within one gulp. Kendall narrowed her eyes as she tried to focus on the objects around them, gripping onto the stool as her knees finally gave and she tumbled to the floor. Lillia watched with glee, a grin slipping on her face, a sly look of satisfaction as she pulled the gloves on, fixing her fingers in each slip of cloth. Kendall gasped for breath, trying desperately to feed off the air trying to stay alive. Her arms began to flail wildly as Lillia pounced, wrapping her hands around the girls neck, her fingers squeezing down one by one on the young girl’s airway. She moves herself up, sitting upright on top of Kendall. Leaning low, she pulls the dagger from her boot, examining the shiny blade. Orange, red and blue radiate within the room as the evening sun sets, the light shooting in all directions as it bounces off the blade of the dagger. In one swift move, Lillia plunges the dagger into Kendall’s heart, again and again, her blood making jagged patterns within the hay beneath their bodies. A deep maniacal laugh escaped Lillia in this moment. She remained on top of the carcass that was once her sister for a long moment, reveling in her accomplishment. Neither Kendall nor Lillia would be attending dinner that night.
The aftermath however, had never crossed her mind, at least not until a loud thud came from inside the stables startling her. Thankfully no one was there. She had to get rid of her dress, she had to stage an attack. She ran down towards the river, ripping through the rose bushes and tearing through the dirt, tumbling down the hills and into the ice cold water that flowed into the creek. She had to make it believable to divert all attention from her. When they finally found her, she was unconscious and barely alive, nearly frozen to death. This was her second ‘accident’ in the ice. Who knew that the cold of the water would seep so deep into her heart allowing nothing else to live there other than bitterness and resentment. But her sister’s blood had sparked something within her, a feeling that she will never forget. Her parents flocked with grief, and that night was the first night in months that she had slept. A long, deep and peaceful sleep.
~ * ~
She never spoke of 'home' again, and after leaving it, she enlisted in the local mercenary guild. She had no experience, but they took her in anyway. Like a lost little puppy she seemed to paw at their door until they allowed entrance. Life became a quick and harsh lesson, it wasn't all dresses and dance lessons like she had while living with her parents. Though, they treated her with more care than she ever received at home, so her complaints swiftly diminished. Lilli picked up on things quickly, and would take to anything anyone would teach her. Within the few years spent there, they honed her skills as a ranger, and even began focusing on the skills needed for a successful scout.
It wasn't too long before she's met Colin, the heavy footed barbarian, and one of the higher ups of the guild. Despite being married, he never hid his interest for her, it was just never reciprocated. She picked up on a few other things too, including how Colin looked at his wife, and every other woman who passed him by, the look of disgust and scorn his wife would give her upon passing. She also heard rumors, bits of her past creeping up in conversations held in the shadows, and from the sounds of it, this wasn't good for her. Sure, many in their ranks were criminals; petty thieves, murderers and the like. But a major client’s daughter was killed. Having her there, not turning her over, well, it was bad for business, and the guild was all about business. She needed to get out, to disappear, to leave the mountains, once and for all.
A job came in that would send them to a set of islands not far from the mountains edge. This was her chance to escape. Unfortunately nothing went as planned on that trip. Betrayal, blackmail, manipulation, and one thing led to another. The only way she was leaving was with more blood on her hands. One night, after Colin had been particularly cruel to her, she called upon the gods for the courage to do what needed to be done. Dawn finally came about them, and as his life slipped from his body, she gazed upon him, an eerie sense of satisfaction and contentment came over her. The rage had finally subsided, leaving Lilli calm and peaceful. And with that, she slipped into the shadows, the fog of the isles hiding her presence.
Finally, away from everything, she was able to rest. It was a peaceful sleep, hidden in the shrubbery of the forest just at the foot of the mountain, shrouded by the darkness of night. She'd have to be careful from here on in, and she had a long way to go. They'd be looking for her for sure. Is there anyone she can trust?
Who is the Seer?: She's heard only rumors of the Seer, whispers within the dead of night. Years of travel still haven't brought her any closer to this being, this myth. She wanders now only looking for a purpose; something to do, somewhere to call home, people to perhaps call family, a real family. Her days of chasing childhood stories are done.
An interesting tidbit which the Seer might know or see about her- Lilli is of chaotic alignment. She is a good person though there is a darkness within her. She is quiet, and likes to observe. She is also hot tempered if angered. She doesn't trust very easily however she is loyal to those who she deems worthy of her trust. Lilliannah is a woman of her word and will try very hard not to break it. She is honorable to that extent, but she plays by her own rules, her own code. |
405 | 8 | 34 | 1,053 | 926 | Indeed, The Seer responded rather indifferently to Frederick's question about what part he would play in the upcoming events, "that is a question worth asking. We have not the slightest clue except that we know you will play your part." The Seer turned to its rather motley crew and blew a strand of hair out of way. "My senses tell me that we should find the answers by following the murderer's trail, of course a lead is needed in order to start this venture. As the brigands got away without any trouble all those years ago no doubt they have become complacent and lax. Still they are not stupid if they have yet to be caught so the best course of action is to find the middle man, the person who helped coordinate their movements in the past by providing information."
The Seer said all this with absolute certainty, as if because it was said it was so. "Now to aid in the search, if the young miss perhaps has a token, a remnant from the attack, we can use the item to attempt a path finding. It is not guaranteed to work of course but could provide us a valuable lead. Otherwise some old-fashioned investigative work will be in order." | Name: Unknown
Appearance: (Just ignore the 'tails')
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown
Bio: The Seer is an enigma and seemingly unknowable. A wanderer who at times can see the future and seems to always have mysterious events surrounding The Seer's every journey. Who is The Seer? What is the Seer? Does even The Seer know its purpose or is The Seer merely tight-lipped? What is known about the Seer is wherever The Seer travels, change is soon to follow.
Who is the Seer?: The Seer is The Seer, nothing more, nothing less. |
406 | 9 | 0 | 681 | 986 | Among the chaos that brews is always a glint of hope. One that attracts all the rest of the hope within the chaos together. This is what happens when chaos' natural enemy, order, arises. Order among chaos usually resolves chaos. Who knows what'll happen when this glint of hope attracts more. Will they sit in the center, dissipating the surrounding chaos? Or will it dissolve and scatter among the chaos, never to be seen again?
Roman Torchwick
Roman orders some of his men in. "Alright, boys. It's time for a lockdown. I mean every man, woman, and child inside. Head count, and report back. And be sure to check the old base. I don't want any of our... feral brothers hiding out there. If they can't afford to live here, they can leave. Assuming they find an exit that isn't blocked by us or Grimm." Remembering the White Fang members who occasionally inhabit these halls, Roman was sure to be careful not to insult the fleabags. He was cruel, not dumb.
"Yes, boss." The soldier replies, as he and the others gathered exit the now-emptied Beacon Academy in the aircrafts they had gotten used to. "Man, it's good being king." Roman says to himself. After a few seconds of silence, he says aloud "I know we can't find more hunters. That's what we're doing here at Beacon: training great hunters. To work for us." A few more seconds of silence pass. "Yeah, yeah. They need Aura. I know, but we're doing the best we can. Scooping up every window licker with a certain glow about 'em. We-"
At that, the doors burst open again, revealing a slim frame. Feminine curves, but not long hair. The glare keeps her out of sight. "I might have news you want. Master." Roman knew the voice. Very well. The voice from the woman glided through the air, as though they were made of silk. The redheaded leader smirks and tells she-who-has-been-away-for-far-too-long "well let's hear it, baby doll." At the remark, the woman sets down a scroll and walks out, saying "that's the message. Don't sniff it for my scent too long, darling." Roman, now annoyed, yet with a slight bump in the crotch of his pants, walks over, picks up the bottle, and walks to his chambers, saying only "I think we've found it."
Magdeline
Magdeline has been outside observing all this, but she couldn't hear anything after the soldiers left. If only sound bugs could crawl. She was only able to see Roman talking, but nobody else in the room. Until that lady came in. She wasn't there long enough to get a good look, but her body language was very responsive to Roman. Maybe a lover? Interested coworker? No clue, but what she did know was there was a scroll in Roman's possesion now. And from the dictator's face, it couldn't have been good news for the Uprising. Saying nothing, she deactivates her bug, catching blips of soldiers telling people to get in their houses and... things much worse than that.
Once back at the base, in the middle of the industrial district's underground, Magdeline reveals what she knows to her team. "We need to figure out what they're planning with that scroll, could one of you be a dear and get some more information on scrolls, probably those dealing with power, if I know Roman well enough. And I'm sure I do. Now, since they're starting a curfew, we need to be extra careful when we plan meetings later in the day. If we make a night time meeting, use rooftops or underground if you can. If you must use ground level, take back roads. I'd rather you be late than dead. Hear me?" She asks her final question with tears starting to well up. Dammit, I can't keep going to the past. I need to focus on here, now, and these kids that need help. Taking a deep breath and wiping her eyes, Magdeline continues. "Now, I've done some scouting about the patrols, and I've marked them on the boards. The red dots are where they start and are at the top of the hour. avoid the lines as much as you can. If you need somewhere to stay after a meeting, you're more than welcome to stay at my house, but you'll have to be careful not to mess up the morning head count. Know the patrols. Be safe. I love you all. Now get home and get some rest. Avoid fighting. Next meeting: same time, same place, exactly one week. I'll find a hole in their defence for us to pounce on." | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
407 | 9 | 1 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Silme Raana
"Yeah, yeah, I'll see what I can scrounge up, but do,remember it'll cost you if I have to pay for this information, Mags."Silme was in a chair, wearing his regular hooded cloak and leather rogue wear, fiddling with a helmet he was working on. It had taken him a while, but he finally finished it, a masked helmet shaped like the mask of a Beowolf, a great way to inspire fear in his enemies. He'd even made so that the eyes glow ominously, with one being a bright silver and the other being a dark, scarlet red. After doing a final check of everything, he folded down his ears and put the mask portion over his face, a lot of metal plates moving into place to make the helmet portion of the gear, a perfect fit. After some more fiddling, he activated the communication piece and eye glow, turning to his partner in crime as he got up.
"Sapphire," he began, his voice purposely distorted by the mask to make it sound deeper and more bestial, "I'm going on by myself, going to check some things out, don't wait up for me, just head straight home and be careful. I'll be home as soon as I can. As for the rest of you, try not to die, meatsticks." With that, he left the room, picking up Scarlet Ravager as he did so. Contrary to the name, the claws were actually a dark, non-reflective black, the glow of the Dust cartridges being hidden by the cartridge cover. The name came from what they looked like after a fight, as well the state they left their victims when he really got into a fight.
Exiting the hideout as quietly as possible, he found himself in a back alley, trash everywhere and the smell of human waste and decay was too much, especially for his heightened Faunus senses. The helmet helped block them out, if only a little, as he made his way through the alley until he came to a ladder that led to the rooftop. He waited until he got to the very top of the roof before he dug into his weapon, pulling out a scroll of paper with a snarky smile, opening it up to look over the contents. Convoy routes for Dust shipments being sent through the city. . . Jackpot. Thank you Mags, now comes the easy bit, taking it from Torchprick's goons.
Picking the least guarded convoy, Silme put away the scroll in his pack and equipped his weapon, the claw part being pulled back to allow ease of using his hands as he began his sprint over the city, silenty making his way towards the nearest junction where the convoy was stopping to pick up some more Dust, then they'd leave to join another convoy. He soon arrived at the rest area, just as the convoy stopped at the junction. It was composed of a single truck, one Mech suit, and about a dozen pieces of cannon fodder. This was going to be like taking candy from a baby.
He waited until half the group went into the target Dust shop to 'convince' the owner to part with some Dust for the cause, then he jumped down an alkey, watching from the shadows as one of the men came close to the opening. His hands shot out of the darkness, grabbing him,by his head and snapping his neck with a quick, brutal twist before dragging him into the alley. Then the massacre began, as he stealthily moved around thegroup, who were stupidly over-confident, not to mention slow. It wasn't until he had gone through half of the guys outside that they got on that something was up. The mech driver, sensing something a miss, scrambled back into his suit after having decidednto take a leak break on the sidewalk. Goddamit man, you're a faunus not an animal, just hold it. That guy was going down first, Silme was to pissed off at him to attack anyone else.
Sprinting out into the open from a different alley, he channeled his Sembalance into his claws, causing them to flip up andover his outstretched hands, a trail of reddish-silver following him as he reached the mech leg. He pressed a butyon in the gauntlet, spinning the cartridge holder until it hit Ice, before he struck out a viscous cross-slash at his target, causing a reddish silver ice to spread ober the entire limb and even to the main chasis, the addition of his Sembalance making the ice extremely caustic, the metal appendage already beginning to creak as the load it bore started to become more than it could take. Unaware of this, the mech turned to fire at him with it's light machine guns, but he was already gone, charging the 3 goon who had seemed to finally come to their senses as they all open fire on Silme with their assault rifles. Switching to wind Dust now, jumped into the air and began to spin around violently, causing a tornado of acidic winds to form arpund him as he fell towards the group, their bullets being corroded into dust before they even reached him.
He crashed into them, the winds burning their eyes and leaving them defenseless to his next attack. He stabbed his right claw forward into one of them, then pulled it out through the side, sending pieces of the soldier everywhere. His next victim was to be used as a human shield as the Mech open fire on him, he grabbed one of the blinded men and pulled him in front to take the brunt of the onslaught and his aura barrier deflected whated ever got through him. The Mech advanced quickly, still firing as he moved bacwards, his cover being blown away piece by bloody piece as he waited for the right moment to strike. Suddenly, the Mech stumbled a bit as its frozen leg broke open, revealing the vulnerable joints that keeps the thing stable.
Jackpot! Silme thought with a grin under his mask as he shifted his free claw into it's SMG mide and the Dust cartridge to Fire, turning the bullets into tiny explosive as he blasted the weakspot witg a barrage of burst-fire until the leg broke, causing the Mech to fall over with a crash. Turning to the store front, mutilated corpse still in hand, he reloaded the clip and open fire on the final goons he needed dead, mowing them down as they exited the store, the doorframe creating the perfect little bottleneck for his piercing bullets to eviscerate them. He stopoed firing only when the final man fell to the ground, before turning towards the surviving member, who was frozen in fear and had ckearly wet himself. Silme looked like a hungering demon with the corpse in his hands and the heterochromic red and silver of his eyes, piercing into the man's soul.
"Get in the truck and drive us to the Loner Zone, I'll be in back where the cargo is, and remember, I'll know where we're headed, and if you deviate just the slightest bit, you'll end up like your buddies over there, so get moving."Silme dropped the corpse and walked over to the Mech just as the pilot pops out, only to find himself looking down the barrel of Scarlet Ravager.
"End of the line for me, huh." He stated, unusually calm given the circumstances.
"Sorry," Silme responded, surprised to find that he trul meant it. Didn't stop him pulling the trigger, though.The White Fang had stripped him of his mercy a long time ago. "But with the life we chose, one is rarely assured a gentle death." He finushed quietly, staring at the man's corpse for a momentbefore turni g to the last one alive. "Did I stutter before, get in the fucking truck."
Fearfully, the man sprung inyo action, not even thinking of radioing back for fear of what might happen to him. Silme,using Corrosion and vials of Fire Dust, disposed of all the evidence he could of his presencd by fading away ghe blood, corroding bodies to nothingness, and setting the mech on a timer. He knew Torchprick's goons would be here soon, so he decided to leave a little gift for them inside the suit.
Silme got in the truck, and ordered the mam to move out. They drove slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed as thdy went along their way towards the Loner Zone. They were almost there when a large explosion could be heard rocked throigh the air, causing Silme to smile. I hope they like it, I made it with love, kindness, and a few pounds of highly volatile Fire Dust. I'm like fucking Santa Claus, but with explosions.
TL;DR: Rebellious teen is rebellious, Silme goes against everything that Magdeline says and makes off with a Truck full of dust heading to the Loner Zone. And who says crime doesn't pay? | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
408 | 9 | 2 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham laughed when Magdeline mentioned getting rest. "Haha, the night is when I'm awake." He said as a joke. He liked Magdeline, she was very caring, a good quality to have. "And I'm booked out for most of the week. Well, see ya next week everyone!" He said with a smile and a wink before putting on his goggles and started to run, he turned back quickly "Or one of the nights if you're about that!" He said as more of a kind offer to hang out than promoting himself as a DJ. Graham decided to take the rooftop route as he managed to find an access ladder when he got outside. Graham reached the rooftops and smiled. He had a good week ahead of him and hopefully a mission at the end. Fun nights and fun fights, his kind of plan. Graham vaulted and slid under pipes and generators, leaping from close rooftop to the next till he reached the residential district. He found his way done and walked home, carefully taking the back alleys and other alternative routes than the streets. His house was a small one but he lived by himself and could do what he wanted. Graham went straight to his room and took off his goggles, chucking them on the bed. He went straight to packing his DJ set, he had a long night tonight. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
409 | 9 | 3 | 580 | 1,924 | Sapphire had shook her head, smirking at Slime telling her to go home. "Oh, yeah. I'll see you there." The cat-girl gives a cute little purr as she waves at Slime when he leaves. Several seconds after he leaves, she says. "Yeah, I'm gonna follow him." She gives a smile, pulling up her hood and walking out of the door, making sure that Zanislash was with her. She did not know the kind of trouble that she could get into outside, but knew it could not be good if she didn't have her weapon with her.
Walking outside, she quickly but stealthily followed Slime. Being a cat Faunus helped with this greatly, and she easily stalked him. That was, until he got himself into a fight. Quickly, she scales a roof, and stares down as she watches him fight. Her heart thumped and her tail fluttered as she watched him. "So purrrrfect!" Sapphire purrs quietly. She had, for a long time, had a major crush on Slime, which didn't seem like it was going to die any time soon.
This was one of the main reasons, as well as the need to make sure her friend would be safe, that the second there was a gap Sapphire leaped from the roof as far as she could, landing perfectly on her feet. She rushes full speed toward the truck, before leaping onto the roof, not making so much as a rustle as she did. Her reddish eyes watch Slime as he defeats all of the men, leaving one alive to drive the truck. She lowers her head, hiding herself, before feeling the truck moves moments later. I wonder where we are going. Sapphire thinks to herself. | Name: Sapphire Applecat (Though she goes around by the name of Sif )
(Adding race because Faunus/Human) Race: Faunus (cat Faunus, black cat ears, black cat tail)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normal appearance:
What she wears most of the time:
Personality: Sapphire is a normally cheerful girl. She occasionally comes out with a joke, usually bad ones, but she tries to keep spirits high. Despite this, she is very easily made upset. Sapphire likes to read, listen to music, and practice with her weapons, and use his laptop. Sapphire is also very shy. Her favourite colour is blue. Despite being a cat Faunus.
Background: Sapphire was born to a heavily abused Faunus family. For years, she had to be moved from school to school because she was being abused by humans. She used to cry over it, being quite upset, but eventually grew slightly used to it. As she grew up, she slowly dreamed of becoming a huntress. She felt it would make her stronger, and it would give her a purpose in life. So, she studied hard at her school, and then went to Signal to study further. In her spare time, she built himself a sword and a shield that both suited her. She also learned about aura and semblences, and even discovered her own semblence (even though she beat someone that was abusing her really hard because of the aggression that came with it)! However, everything went down. Grimm attacked, her parents died, and she was left alone, to live by herself.
Affiliation: Loner
Weapon: Zanislash - A sword which comes in three forms. The first form is just the hilt of a sword, from which the sword extends and retracts. The hilt of the sword also shoots semi-explosive shots, like those from Yang's weapons. The second form is a shield which comes in the form of a flat, small disk with a handle, which extends open to a medium sized, strong blue shield. The hilt and disk are both attached together, and can detach to be used as a sword and shield individually. However when they are attached and when activated at the same time, the two items combine. The shield has the hilt sticking out of it, and it can fire a lot more powerful shots and act as a much more powerful weapons. This heavily draws upon her strength, however, as it uses Sapphire's own strength to make more power in the weapon. Prolonged use can lead to pain and even passing out, though if the weapon senses she has gone too far it will automatically detach so she can regain her strength.
Fighting style: Sapphire prefers to fight close up. She is extremely talented in swordplay, which is the reason for her preference to be close up. Usually, however Sapphire does not want to fight.
Sembalance: Tearfuel; If Sapphire is upset to the point where she cries, her strength will grow, and with that her will to go on. Every drop of a tear is another gain to her strength. A crying person will usually be weak, and will give up, however if she cries, she pushes hard, and pushes forward. Sometimes, this may not be the case, but the majority of the time it is. However, this also can make her very, very angry and aggressive
Other: N/A |
410 | 9 | 4 | 1,918 | 8,272 | The truck soon arrived at the edge of the Loner zone, the wall being guarded by androids Torchwick had stolen from Ironwood. They made it easy to smuggle stuff out to the territory, letting you through as long as the driver had correct qualifications. Torchwick might've put some of his men here, but the attacks by Grimm were so frequent, it was just a waste of manpower. Androids also had no emotions that woukd draw the Grimm to the gate, thus making it a less enticing target than the Loner communities spread throughout the interior of the zone, which sprang up and died of like mayflies, here one day and gone the next.
Silme got out of the vehicle, moving to the front to die up the final loose end with a swipe of his claws, adding another layer of shining red to the dull black metal of his Ravagers. He then retracted his claws into the gauntlet section to leave his hands free, knocking out a certain number of taps onto the side of the truck. Soon after, a horde of thugs came out of the woodwork, one man standing out from the rest with his blonde hair, long black trench coat, and the shiny sword he held in his hand.
"Ruthless as always, I see, ever going to tell me how a kid like you is able to so effectively slaughter everything Torchwick sends to protect his shipments."
"Nope, I like to keep secrets, keeps people on their toes. Now then Carver, I've held up my end of the deal, you hold up yours. Pay up sleazebag." Silme's clear disrespect of their leader made them rather angry, one more so then the rest.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, talking to Carver like that, ya fuckin' ani-" Was aa far as he got before Silme rushed over and launched a fist into his throat, cutting off his words and oxygen. He then went on to break the man's leg by kicking it so hard it bent backwards, then headbutted him in the face with his mask, breaking his nose in a gush of crimson. The man fell over, hardly able to scream fro, both hus throat being punched and the sheer amoint of painmhe was in.
"Anyone else want to talk shit, cause I can bring the claws out if I have to." All the goon shook their heads, staring at the moaning form of their comrade.
Carver sighed, obviously annoyed by the situation. "Somebody get this idiot fixed up, and wolf-boy, please don't maim my guys anymore. It draws Grimms, you know that." He reached into his jacket to pull out several rather large stacks of cash, which Silme quickly relieved him of. Now that the job was done, he had no need to were the mask, so he removed it, taking a big breath of fresh air. His smile quickly became a frown, however, as he smelled someone that was supposed to be at home.
"Sapphire, I said go home, can't you listen to me just one time." He groaned before jumping up to confront the stowaway on top of the truck.
Carver made a gesture, and his men began offloading the dust from the truck, then he carefully climbed up the front of the truck, standing behind Silme and giving Sapphire a big grin. "Hey Kitten, how are you doing today, have anything you need to buy cause you know I'm your guy." Carver was the biggest blackmarket dealer in the Loner Zone and probably all of Vale, if it existed then he could get it for you, using methods you're better off not knowing. He was also a sleazy asshole that had a thing for Faunus girls and a very 'hands-on' approach to flirting that was rarely ever well-recieved. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
411 | 9 | 5 | 580 | 1,924 | Sapphire silently watched the interchange between Slime and Carter She couldn't help but fiddle with her hair as she watched, her gaze settling on Slime. She thought that perhaps his aggressive actions were a bit unnecessary, she was almost (as she put it) head over heels for him (though in reality, she was definately head over heels). Her unwavering attention on Slime allowed her to easily see that the wolf had caught her scent when he did.
"Well, you caught me!" Sapphire says out loud, giving off a giggle, before her face turns red. Carter appeared to be coming over, as well. Sapphire raised herself up, and as if to say to Carter "I'm taken" (even though she wasn't) she wraps her arms around Slime, cuddling up to him with a shy purr. "H-Hello, Carver," she says. The nickname Kitten was kinda nice, she had to admit. It dulled her shyness by the tiniest proportion. "I'll be sure to c-come to you if I need anything, I guess."
With that, the cat-Faunus turns to address whom she had her arms wrapped around. "I just wanted to follow you," The girl says, giving a smile and a tiny wink. "I prefer being with you than without." She stands on her tiptoes and brushes her cheek across the side of his face, purring as if she was hypnotized by him. | Name: Sapphire Applecat (Though she goes around by the name of Sif )
(Adding race because Faunus/Human) Race: Faunus (cat Faunus, black cat ears, black cat tail)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normal appearance:
What she wears most of the time:
Personality: Sapphire is a normally cheerful girl. She occasionally comes out with a joke, usually bad ones, but she tries to keep spirits high. Despite this, she is very easily made upset. Sapphire likes to read, listen to music, and practice with her weapons, and use his laptop. Sapphire is also very shy. Her favourite colour is blue. Despite being a cat Faunus.
Background: Sapphire was born to a heavily abused Faunus family. For years, she had to be moved from school to school because she was being abused by humans. She used to cry over it, being quite upset, but eventually grew slightly used to it. As she grew up, she slowly dreamed of becoming a huntress. She felt it would make her stronger, and it would give her a purpose in life. So, she studied hard at her school, and then went to Signal to study further. In her spare time, she built himself a sword and a shield that both suited her. She also learned about aura and semblences, and even discovered her own semblence (even though she beat someone that was abusing her really hard because of the aggression that came with it)! However, everything went down. Grimm attacked, her parents died, and she was left alone, to live by herself.
Affiliation: Loner
Weapon: Zanislash - A sword which comes in three forms. The first form is just the hilt of a sword, from which the sword extends and retracts. The hilt of the sword also shoots semi-explosive shots, like those from Yang's weapons. The second form is a shield which comes in the form of a flat, small disk with a handle, which extends open to a medium sized, strong blue shield. The hilt and disk are both attached together, and can detach to be used as a sword and shield individually. However when they are attached and when activated at the same time, the two items combine. The shield has the hilt sticking out of it, and it can fire a lot more powerful shots and act as a much more powerful weapons. This heavily draws upon her strength, however, as it uses Sapphire's own strength to make more power in the weapon. Prolonged use can lead to pain and even passing out, though if the weapon senses she has gone too far it will automatically detach so she can regain her strength.
Fighting style: Sapphire prefers to fight close up. She is extremely talented in swordplay, which is the reason for her preference to be close up. Usually, however Sapphire does not want to fight.
Sembalance: Tearfuel; If Sapphire is upset to the point where she cries, her strength will grow, and with that her will to go on. Every drop of a tear is another gain to her strength. A crying person will usually be weak, and will give up, however if she cries, she pushes hard, and pushes forward. Sometimes, this may not be the case, but the majority of the time it is. However, this also can make her very, very angry and aggressive
Other: N/A |
412 | 9 | 6 | 681 | 986 | Magdeline
Magdeline was concerned by Silme's methods, but he always reliably got her information, whether he seemed like he wanted to or not. I wish he would seem like he's at least not pissed off to be here. It's hard to work with him sometimes. It feels like he hates everyone here. I'm sure he's been treated bad for being faunus, but I'm not going to treat him badly for anything. The worst I would feel about him would be if he decides to work for Torchwick, which I doubt would happen. Magdeline knew that his hatred for humans was only outmatched by his disposition of Roman Torchwick. The man whose voice was in the White Fangs' ears. Speaking of voices in ears, Torchwick seemed to be talking to someone after all the people left. I didn't see anyone in there, but I may have missed a corner. But he usually talks directly to the person to whom he's speaking...
Magdeline's mind was spinning as she walked home with her falsified credentials to be out this late, posing as a second-shift worker headed home late. She knew a shop owner who would cover for her alibi and had fake records to help the cause. It was win-win. She could walk the streets at night and he could pocket what her "salary" would be when he got called in for verification, which was most weeks. The soldiers see a middle-aged woman walking the streets with no weapons (well, none visible) and they don't bat an eye. Usually.
This night, the guards were on high alert. Apparently, a 'wire tap' was on one of the guards at their daily meeting, so they're suspicious of a mole in their ranks. Since they were agitated, they took it out on the citizenry. Tonight, it happened to be Magdeline. "Hey, lady. What'cha doin' out so late? Gettin' home from yer boyfriend's place?" Too worn out from avoiding them earlier, Magdeline showed her "credentials" and explained she happened to work late. One slight mistake: the expiration date on the fake credential has passed. "Heh. Yer boss ain't keepin' up well with his employees, eh? Or do you even work there?" His partner chimed decided to chime in. "Oh my. Looks like we'll have ta book ya. Well, unless there's some... compensation." Smirking at his oh so clever phrasing, Magdeline just rolled her eyes.
"Look, I'll get it sorted out. You can call him, he's just behind on his distribution of creds, fellas." "Well, too bad. It's your responsibility to make sure he keeps up wit' your stuff. Now, you can just pay us, we can take this into the alleyway, or you can try ta run and we book ya." To which his ever so bright partner chimes in. "Yeah, and if we book ya, we might still take it into an alleyway. You have been naughty." Magdeline just rolls her eyes again and, after taking a moment to think, smirks a little herself. "Alright, boys. If you really wanna, we can take this into the alleyway. Follow me~" Winking at the end of her sentece, she walks down the alleyway, exaggerating her walk to show off the sway of her ass.
Once she was in a dark enough spot, she pulled out her daggers and hid behind a trash can. Of course the guards come strolling in, trying to act not-aroused and casual, as if they'd seen a possible faunus leaping around in the alleyway. Once they were in range, Magdeline slit one's throat and chained the other, slashing his throat as well. Tossing both bodies into a dumpster, she resumed her transit home from the rooftops and shadowy back ways. Damn. I didn't want to have to kill anyone tonight. I'll have to make sure Thomas updates my creds so I don't have this issue again. I know I'll pay for this later. Probably in the form of my back acting up. Eh, a few glasses of beer and some advil will fix it all up before it even starts. With that, she was finally home and could relax. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
413 | 9 | 7 | 564 | 204 | The alleyway murder of two of Torchwick's goons that night had not gone unnoticed. Hidden eyes watched from the shadows as a middle aged woman slit the throats of two strong healthy men and dumped their corpses in a dumpster as if it was just another day of work. As the woman turned and left the alley a white and red mask, framed by long black hair, emerged from the darkness. The light of a passing car flashed down the alleyway and briefly illuminated the figure's foreign clothes and glinted dully off of the black glass-like sword she clutched in one hand.
Inari approached the dumpster and lifted the lid, giving the bodies a brief glance before looking in the direction the woman had gone. Strange... She thought, letting the lid close once again and releasing her hold on her sword, which shattered into Dust as it left her hand. She turned towards the wall and jumped, traversing up the wall to the rooftop in three leaps. Once there she made her way deeper into the city of Vale until she found a rooftop from which she could see Beacon high above. As she stood there, looking out over Vale and the old Hunter Academy, she thought about what she had seen that night. "Things are beginning to move in this city..." She mused out loud, running a finger along the edge of her mask. I must learn more. She finished, in her thoughts. | Name: Inari
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (black fox)
Appearance:
Personality:
Inari is always gentle towards her fellow Faunus, however her two greatest hatreds in the world are Humans and Grimm. She despises the Grimm and wants nothing more that to wipe out every single one of them and anything associated with them. As for Humans, she considers them all to be untrustworthy bigots and would rather work alone than fight alongside one, unless absolutely necessary. Some humans may be nice people but, as far as she is concerned, none of them can be trusted until they prove to her otherwise.
Background:
Inari was born in Menagerie, under a different name, and experienced the discrimination of humans directly as she grew up alone on the streets. Even in the aftermath of the Faunus Rights Revolution, Humans living in and around Menagerie still made life for Faunus unpleasant. This came to a head when one evening in her early adolescence when she came across a group of drunk humans who were looking for trouble. She was passing by in a hurry and accidently ran into one of them, something they took personally. The humans decided to remind the insolent little Faunus of her place in a way that she would never forget. They carved four diagonal scars down her pretty little face, giving her the appearance of having been attacked by a clawed beast, and her fear, hatred and distrust of humans was born.
Inari spent the next few years hiding away from the world until she was found one day, in a back alley by a member of the White Fang. When he saw her scars he took her under his wing and introduced her into a life of rebellion against human cruelty. She donned a mask to hide her scarred face and discarded her previous name, instead choosing to call herself Inari, after a character from a street play she once saw as a child.
Over the next few years Inari would lose many of her White Fang comrades to the Grimm and she developed a hatred of them that rivaled her hatred of humans. So imagine her woe when she discovered that, not only had the White Fang allied with a human named Roman Torchwick, but that his plan involved the Grimm. Ordered by her superiors to assist in Torchwick's plans, she did so under protest, and witnessed the man's callous attitude toward the Faunus under his command. Torchwick became a center point for Inari's hatred and, in the aftermath of the Breach, while most of the White Fang rallied around Adam Taurus, Inari struck out on her own, planning to undermine Torchwick in any way she could.
Affiliation: Loner/White Fang
Weapon:
Shrouded Glass: Inari uses Fire and Earth Dust, woven into the fabric of her clothing, to create weapons made of diamond hard Obsidian. She crafts the black glass-like mineral into bladed weapons such as swords, daggers and throwing knives.
Fighting style: When fighting with a sword weapon, Inari uses the Kenjutsu fighting style, confronting her opponents with graceful swordplay. When wielding smaller blades like daggers or knives she falls back on a more agile fighting style of ninjutsu.
Semblance:
Gravity Manipulation: Inari is able to effect the direction of gravitational pull upon herself, allowing her to stand and walk on vertical and even upside down surfaces. |
414 | 9 | 8 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham made it to his club venue just before customers were really started to queue up. Graham had this trouble as he had to carry his stuff there as he doesn't have a car. "Where have you been? The Owner has been waiting for you!" The bouncer asked. "No time to explain just gotta get this set up." Graham said. The bouncer just shook his head a little, rolling his eyes as he opened the door for Graham. Graham quickly rushed to the stage as everything was set up except for him. He went to the stage and began setting up all of his equipment like the mix desk, laptop, headphones, and microphone to name a few. When he was finished wiring everything he quickly pulled out his phone after putting on the first track, a calm one compared to his other tracks he made to start off the night. "Party at Club Eternity, hit it up if you're looking for a good time!" He sent to everyone on his contact list, including the Uprisers. The first few people began to come in, ordering drinks and what not.
-3 hours later-
This night was getting good, people were dancing and having a good time, and nothing had went wrong so far. "Are you all having a good time tonight?" He asked the audience through his microphone. The crowd responded with cheers, which made Graham smile as he used his sampler and mixing deck to make the song he had to have more bass and turn into a dubstep song rather than an electronic one he was currently playing. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
415 | 9 | 9 | 1,918 | 8,272 | As she overlooked the city, Inari would notice a group of Torchwick's goons stepping out of a truckin front of a club, but these weren't members of the White Fang. They all wore deep maroon combat-wear, all of them wearing black Grimm masks that seemed to be resembling that of an Ursa. They were all heavily armed with top of the line equipment, and even from way up high, one could sense the depravity of these men. They were uncaring savages, monsters in the shape of men that wanted nothing more then to wreak bloody chaos whenever they were unleashed. But as intimidating as these men may have been, their leader was terrifying.
He was imossibly tall, around 6'11, with a shock of spiky red hair on his head, and his eyes hidden behind a high tech metal visor, red light emanating eerily from the gaps. He was wearing a similar outfit as his cronies, but his was mostly black, with red lines woven through-out it. His arms wete uncovered, the rippling muscle hidden under a dense layer of coarse black fur, as well as Ivory spikes and plates that ran up the length of the huge limbs. These powerful arms ended in savage claws, sharp as any blade, with one holding a large, brutish weapon, suiting of such a figure. It was a large mechanized black cleaver, bearing one deadly cutting edge, that he swung around with a practiced ease.
Turning towards the club doors, a savage smile on his lips, as he drew back his arm before launching a single punch into the door, blowing it off it's hinges with a loud crash. The people infront of the door went flying back, causing people to stop and turn in fear to look as the men walked inside. Whispers ran around the room, only increasing in intensity when the huge white haired man came in, instantly recognizable by everyone present.
The Butcher
He was Torchwick's main guy, known for being a cruel, heartless man by all, and better still known for bring half-Grimm, though no one knows how that came to be. One thing everyone knew, however, is that where ever The Butcher appeared, people tended to die. He was a man who followed his instincts, and his were always telling him to kill, kill, kill.
The Butcher moved through the crowd, his men standing near the entrance and around the dancefloor with weapons raised, lickung their lips in anticipation. These were the Butcher's Boys, sickos and freaks that got off on violence, death, and mutilation. If anyone were to give them trouble, than the Boys would make them into their toy, were the only thing forbidden to them was to put the toy out of its misery. Once your in their claws, everybody knew you were as good as dead and that it'll be the most painful, agonizing, humiliating death imaginable.
"Hey, old man," The Butcher said as he reached the owner of the establishment, lifting him up by the front of his shirt as spoke, "You're late on your taxes again, asshole, what's the deal. You'd think you'd learn your lessoon after we broke your brother's kneecaps the last time. but obviously not. We gave you a warning this morning, so I'll ask just cause I'm a nice, Do you have it yet."
The owner was terrified, he had thought he'd have more time. "I'm sorry, I swear I'll have it by the end of this month, just please spare me." The Butcher rolled his head, scanning the room from behind his visor until he spotted one girl hiding in the crowd, a pretty young thing bearing a resembalance to the man he held. Smiling, The Butcher proceded to throw the owner into the bar,his smile growing as the girl ran over to him. He grabbed her arm before shr could reach the man's unconscious form and lifted her up, grabbing her roughly by the chin, his claws dangerously close to her face. "You've been holding out, old man, you're daughter is a real beauty. . . just the kind of girl that Torchwick's been needing to warm his bed at night. Of course, the boys and I will have to give her some training on how to treat the boss, make sure she nice and docile. I look forward to that." The girl tried her best to struggle out of his grip, but it was no use. He tossed her to two of his boys, who knocked her out by butting her in the back of her head with a rifle, barely able tp control themselves as they undressed her with their eyes, like she was a piece of meat for them to inspect.
With the payment recieved, The Butcher and his men began to make their way out of the establishment, expecting to be unchallenged as was the norm. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
416 | 9 | 10 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham watched as armed men burst into the club. Clearly Torchwick's, Graham put his goggles on to cover his eyes, trying to play along and keep it cool, carrying on playing his music. Graham observed the apparent leader as he spoke to the owner, this was clearly not boding well. Graham slipped away, taking off his headphones but he kept the music playing. Drawing his tonfas, Graham weaved in-between the crowd, crouching low so he couldn't be spotted. Graham was close enough to keep a clear line of sight on him, right when he was grabbing the girl. Graham twirled his tonfas as he walked behind. He tapped the leader on the shoulder and coughed to make his presence clear. Graham swung his tonfa at the Butchers face when he turned around, grabbing the girl by the wrist in the meantime and threw her into the crowd of onlookers. With the long side of his tonfas facing outwards, he stared down the men, ready to fight with a grin on his face. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
417 | 9 | 11 | 681 | 986 | Magdeline
Magdeline shot up in her bed when she heard an explosion. Couldn't have been a few blocks away at most. Oh, no. That could be someone from the meeting. Deciding against changing out of her fuzzy, greyscale-plaid sweatpants and T-shirt, simply putting her black jacket over it, Maggie grabbed her knife belt and dashed out her rooftop-access attic door and headed to the place with smoke coming off it. I can't see anything. Is that a club...? I remember seeing a text about a party earli- Graham. Something big enough to make that big of an explosion would be far too much for Graham to handle. But I don't know of anything that Roman has that could do this. Other than the tanks, but he keeps those at his house. Well, Beacon. Whatever.
Magdeline got close enough to see that it was indeed the 'Club Eternity' Graham mentioned. Magdeline decided to hang off nearby and observe. She'd intervene if things got out of hand. Forgive me, Graham, but we need information. That is one big boy. Wait, is that Roman's Butcher guy? Shit. If he's involved, then someone's really got on Roman's bad side. I don't know enough about how he fights, but I can chain him down for a few seconds if things are about to get bad. We really need information on this guy, but he needs. To. Die. Magdeline sat in a shaded shrub in view of the Butcher, channelling her Aura and readying her sembalance chains for the moment things turn for the worst, feeling helpless and angry beyond compare. The man who killed her son and basically bragged about it to her face was standing right there, and she didn't have the strength or knowledge to kill him. Yet... | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
418 | 9 | 12 | 1,918 | 8,272 | The Butcher took the punch, letting the girl fall into the crowd. He suddenly found himself not caring about her, no no, not when he had this little morsel in front of him. He rolled his neck, mostly unaffected by his attack. He felt like he was going to really enjoy cutting this little brat into teeny-tiny, bite sized pieces. Maybe he'd find the boy's family and make them watch him do it, maybe he'd have them eat him before he did the same as well. Decisions, decision's, they were all so tempting, but he guessed he could handle that part later. First thing first, time to teach the little shit what happens when you mess with The Butcher and his Boys.
With a gesture of his hand, his boy's took their positions, guarding the exit and making sure that no one would be getting in. . . or out for that manner, as the club's patrons seemed eager to do. They went as far away from the two combatants as the Boy's would let them, the girl being stealthily taken away by the boy's while Graham wasn't paying attention and loaded into the truck. The Butcher did a few test swings with his blade, a warm up if you will, the silence growing ever more tense as he did so, until he finally spoke.
"Kid, you're in way over your head. I've taken on Hunters and Huntresses ten times as tough as you are, and broke them like toothpicks. There was this one lad to, a bright lad just like you, he was a tough fight. . . and he made for a tough meal as well." The Butcher licked his lips as he got into position, the blade in front of him in both hands, he looked like a bull about to mow down a young calf. And then everything behind him exploded in a flash of darkness, sending him hurtling towards Graham at high speed. Instead of using his blade, however, he simply switched hands in midair, as he spun around like he was going to use it, then launched a powerful jab right a the boy's gut, aiming to send him hurtling into the crowd of terrified patron's. Everyone who had been around The Butcher had been scattered by the blast, literally, as pieces could be seen falling down and blood was splatter everywhere. This caused panic, as people tried to bush past the Boys to get away, only to be ruthlessly gunned down for their efforts. Graham would be caught in the middle of this mad scramble, squeezed like a sardine by the press of bodies against him.
Just as the Butcher had planned, the boy was a fool to challenge him in such an enclosed and heavily populated space, and he was now going to face the consequence's of his actions. The ground underneath him exploded again, sending him up into the air, as he spun around with the Cleaver in hand and made a small ball of darkness appear behind him, which flashed red once before it exploded, launching him at where the boy was, caught like a rat in a trap. He was about to cleave him, and everyone who was in the way, into pieces, when black chains came from all around, wrapping around him and holding him in place above the patrons. The Butcher didn't look worried, however, in fact he looked downright pleased. The glow of his visor seemed to intensify, as if their was some beast inside that it was trying to contain, as The Butcher's smile grew wide and hungering, a long, blackened tongue creeping of his mouth to slide along his lips.
"Ohhhhh, so he's one of yours, is he? Your children seem to have a nasty habit of ending up as my lunch, don't they Magdeline." He poke her name with a sickening fondness, his smile becoming increasing monstrous as the black from his arms seemed to crawl up his neck, "I told Torchwick that he should've let me have my fun with you back at the Breach, but he said that you wouldn't be a threat, just a dried out old crone who'd know her place. Glad that you didn't, because that means I get to see that beautiful look of despair and loss again and again as I turn another of your brood into nothing but empty sacks of rotten meat." He began to laugh, a booming baritone of depraved, manic amusement, as his form became enshrouded with a glowing darkness before he seemed to explode, hidden from sight by the darkness.
When it dispersed, only horror would be visible, as a large swathe of people had been cut down, Graham just barely being missed. It had been so close, that he had a small cut on his face. An inch more, and he'd be dead, that was how close it had been. "Don't think I missed boy," The Butcher said, on the other end of the bloody dance floor, covered in blood from the bodies, and proceeding to lick it from his blade. "I just want Maggy to know that if she doesn't come out soon, she'll be less one more son, that'd but her at -1, a first I'm sure." Again, The Butcher burst into a fit of manic laughter, the sound of it bouncing off the walls and echoing from all around, like the laugh of a demon, or even the Devil himself. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
419 | 9 | 13 | 564 | 204 | Inari landed outside the club, having been alerted by the chaotic explosions within, just in time to see a pair of savage looking men dragging a girl out towards a truck while two more took position by the doors to allow no one inside. She straighten up and strolled towards the four men, the clack of her clogs on pavement alerting them to her arrival. The two by the door turned towards her as the other two dragged the girl towards the truck. "Clubs closed, girly." He said threateningly, brandishing his gun at her as he squinted into the night, trying to make out her details. Inari moved, sweeping her hand towards the men without breaking her stride and the light from the neon club sign reflected briefly off of two objects that flashed through the air towards them. With little more than a gurgled cry the two men at the door dropped, clutching at the black glass knives that protruded from their throats.
The men dragging the girl dropped her and turned to face this new threat only the find her standing right in front of them. The closest made to raise his weapon only to have a long sword blade thrust up through chin. With a cry of rage the last man opened fire, strafing the area with gunfire as Inari moved out of his line of fire. Her blade flashed and the front half of his gun clattered to the ground. She was right there, inches away from his face and the last thing he saw was the dark pits her mask's eyes. Her blade flashed through the air once again and he dropped, like a puppet with it's strings cut.
Inari looked down at the unconscious girl for a moment. A human girl. She shrugged coldly, leaving her there and turning towards the club. It sounded like chaos inside, explosions and gunfire. She readied her blade and stepped inside, only to feel yet another goon as he turned to confront her. It seemed he was the only one to have noticed her entrance as all attention was focused on the large beastial man in the middle of the club. She could practically sense his aura of cruel evil. Grimm. The thought appeared in her mind and, behind her mask, her eyes narrowed in hate. She heard his little monologue and had had enough. With a single leap forwards, she was past the crowd of onlookers and on the dance floor, off to the Butcher's side. She silenced the monster's mad cackling with her own personal self-introduction. The obsidian dagger that she threw glanced off his visor, scarring the headgear and then clattering to the floor, where it disintegrated. | Name: Inari
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (black fox)
Appearance:
Personality:
Inari is always gentle towards her fellow Faunus, however her two greatest hatreds in the world are Humans and Grimm. She despises the Grimm and wants nothing more that to wipe out every single one of them and anything associated with them. As for Humans, she considers them all to be untrustworthy bigots and would rather work alone than fight alongside one, unless absolutely necessary. Some humans may be nice people but, as far as she is concerned, none of them can be trusted until they prove to her otherwise.
Background:
Inari was born in Menagerie, under a different name, and experienced the discrimination of humans directly as she grew up alone on the streets. Even in the aftermath of the Faunus Rights Revolution, Humans living in and around Menagerie still made life for Faunus unpleasant. This came to a head when one evening in her early adolescence when she came across a group of drunk humans who were looking for trouble. She was passing by in a hurry and accidently ran into one of them, something they took personally. The humans decided to remind the insolent little Faunus of her place in a way that she would never forget. They carved four diagonal scars down her pretty little face, giving her the appearance of having been attacked by a clawed beast, and her fear, hatred and distrust of humans was born.
Inari spent the next few years hiding away from the world until she was found one day, in a back alley by a member of the White Fang. When he saw her scars he took her under his wing and introduced her into a life of rebellion against human cruelty. She donned a mask to hide her scarred face and discarded her previous name, instead choosing to call herself Inari, after a character from a street play she once saw as a child.
Over the next few years Inari would lose many of her White Fang comrades to the Grimm and she developed a hatred of them that rivaled her hatred of humans. So imagine her woe when she discovered that, not only had the White Fang allied with a human named Roman Torchwick, but that his plan involved the Grimm. Ordered by her superiors to assist in Torchwick's plans, she did so under protest, and witnessed the man's callous attitude toward the Faunus under his command. Torchwick became a center point for Inari's hatred and, in the aftermath of the Breach, while most of the White Fang rallied around Adam Taurus, Inari struck out on her own, planning to undermine Torchwick in any way she could.
Affiliation: Loner/White Fang
Weapon:
Shrouded Glass: Inari uses Fire and Earth Dust, woven into the fabric of her clothing, to create weapons made of diamond hard Obsidian. She crafts the black glass-like mineral into bladed weapons such as swords, daggers and throwing knives.
Fighting style: When fighting with a sword weapon, Inari uses the Kenjutsu fighting style, confronting her opponents with graceful swordplay. When wielding smaller blades like daggers or knives she falls back on a more agile fighting style of ninjutsu.
Semblance:
Gravity Manipulation: Inari is able to effect the direction of gravitational pull upon herself, allowing her to stand and walk on vertical and even upside down surfaces. |
420 | 9 | 14 | 681 | 986 | Magdeline
The only remaining henchman in her sight, Magdeline tried something she'd never considered doing with her Sembalance before: killing. She focused her chains on the henchman, but specifically on his neck. With rage seething from her in both body language and facial expression, Magdeline squeezed a fist with the hand controlling her Sembalance chains, and it tightened until a *snap* was heard. The chains dissolved with the lifeless body slumping to the ground. By this point, Magdeline was in full view and in the club.
With an eerie calm, Magdeline smiled at Graham, then at this mysterious woman who appeared a little bit ago when she mentions her. "You should probably head home now, sweetie. And you too, dear. You won't be able to do much of any real damage. I'll take care of him." Nearly spitting the last word out, though she kept a calm attitude. She turned to the Butcher. "I don't think we'll need to get animal control involved with taking out this animal, and it looks like pests are under control, so no exterminator needed. Eh, Grundal?" Calling the beast by his real name was far from Magdeline's only mental warfare, but she was just trying to attract the big bully's attention so he was less focused on carnage, and less caring about survivors. "That's right, big boy. I did some research on you before tonight. Turns out, we went to the same academy. Same graduating class. You probably wouldn't remember the group named MNLA ("Magnolia")? Your team rival all four years? We disbanded a while back. A few months short of a year, actually, due to... complicated circumstances, after the Grimm breached the town. Hard to work with three dead teammates. Oh, and a kid-on-the-way. Yeah, you remember him. I know you do. I hope I can allow you two to be... closer. Like in the same pit." Her last sentence was filled with undeniable anger, sadness, and pure, unadulterated hatred. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
421 | 9 | 15 | 904 | 2,988 | Everything went by in a flurry, Graham could barely react to what was going on. Before he knew it, people laid dead and the Butcher stood there, laughing like a maniac. "You sick bastard!" Graham yelled. And then suddenly Inari and Magdeline was in the room. Magdeline advised them both to go home but Graham merely shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere." He said, twirling his tonfas. As they twirled they transformed into their pistol form, and Graham aimed one at the Butcher and the other scanning between his men. "C'mon!" He yelled to them. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
422 | 9 | 16 | 1,918 | 8,272 | The Butcher turned to face the newcomer, turning to look as Magdeline killed one of his boys rather brutally, his monstrous smile never shrinking as he pondered his options. The boy obviously hadn't gotten his message, but that didn't matter now, what matter was that he was outnumbered, 3-1. Which means, he was actually in a fair fight for once.
Raising up his cleaver, it shifted into a cannon-like object which retracted over his forearm before squeezing down to form a snug fit. He then pointed it up towards the ceiling, a darkness raising from the barrel before he shot out a ball of dark Aura into the air, then quickly shifted the cannon from damage to precision, and fired several smaller spheres at each of his opponents, before the large ball exploded with great force, cracking the floor and cloaking everything in darkness temporarily. He switched his weapon back into cleaver form, then blasted himself at the Faunus girl, aiming at her with a swinging over head chop, being much faster with his weapon than any person had a right to be. he'd continue to slash at her in a fast moving barrage, changing it up suddenly in the middle by clicking a button that caused the cleaver to become a scythe, and thus making his attacks much more intense and harder to avoid as he upped the speed, before adding a 5 blast spheres into the misc, blowing them up in her face while they were engaged, then switching targets as the darkness dispersed, this time heading for Graham.
He switched back to his cleaver, but he swung it like a baseball bat at him, intending to smack the kid around a little. Whether it succeeded or not, he's the n launched a bunch, his arm completely blackened with his aura, and he'd unleash a devastating punch right at him, and into the few survivors behind him. If he dodged, they'd take the full brunt of the attack, but if he took the attack, it would do a heck of a lot more than just tickle. The Butcher would then use the force from that attack to launch him into a spinning attack at Magdeline, the darkness finally gone from the room at this point. He'd attempt to slice her in half, the attack being so strong that it would cut deeply into the dance floor, and he actually struggled a tiny bit to pull it out.
'Grundai. . . been awhile since I've been called that. Yeah, I was on team Grendel I believe, the leader and we were sent to the Ivory Grove to face some new kind of Grimm, one that was said to be. . .intelligent. we were the top of our class, and some of the best out there, so us being chosen was a given. Yet it only ended in failure, and when I came back into the world of Man from that hellhole, I was changed, stronger, faster, better than man or faunus!" Grundai held a hand to his head, the visor was growing really intensely now, and was beginning to pulse in time with his breath. And thhat smile of his was growing inhuman wide now, and the teeth were starting to become very, very sharp. A low, rumbling growl could be heard emanating from deep with in his throat, not in anger, but in pure, unadulterated excitement. The blood on the floor, the fear in the air, the hatred on the faces of those he faced, it did nothing to discourage or weaken him, on the contrary, it made him feel all the more alive. He could feel it, deep inside him, something truly craving this negative energy, the taste of it on his tongue better than fine wine. He wanted, he needed it, he must have.
He would have it. . . but that day was not today. The beast was at the gates, and this wasn't the time to release it from it's cage.
"I made a deal with the devil, Maggy, and it's made me a god amongst men. You were all doomed from the start, and while I'd really like to finish this came, I think it's time I took my leave." Grundai once again became cloaked in darkness, but it was a much deeper than before, and from it radiated such a sense of hatred, of fear, of pure unadulterated, that it would drive them back, the feeling like worms crawling in their skin. And in one bestial roar, The Butcher released all of the energy he held, the blast effecting the entire club. By the time it cleared, The Butcher and his remaining boys were gone, so was the girl and their truck. The Butcher had escaped. . . or maybe he had let them escape, either way, the end result remained the same. Their were many injured and more dead with in the club, which would probably never become operable ever again. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
423 | 9 | 17 | 564 | 204 | When the monster had struck, Inari had barely avoided the first attack and quickly realised that, with the shrouding darkness in the club, she couldn't rely on just her eyes. Her vision was sharp, but her ears and nose were sharper. When he came at her, the sound of his blade moving through the air and the smell of his sweat were enough for her to keep track of him. Even then he was fast and she was only just able to stay ahead of his swings. She didn't even try to parry or block his attacks, but simply did her best to avoid them.
The last strike he swung her way was the fastest yet and should have been the end of her, but at the last second she leapt upwards with all her strength twisting in the air as her semblance took hold and she felt the pull of gravity shift towards the ceiling. She landed, her feet sticking to the roof and the attack passed harmlessly under her. She took a moment to recover and, from her high vantage point, reassess the situation. Then the whole thing was over, before she could continue to act. Another flash of darkness and the monster was gone, along with all of his goons. Inari relaxed her sword arm, releasing the blade from her grip and letting it collapse into dust, as she looked down (up?) at everyone from her position on the ceiling. | Name: Inari
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Faunus (black fox)
Appearance:
Personality:
Inari is always gentle towards her fellow Faunus, however her two greatest hatreds in the world are Humans and Grimm. She despises the Grimm and wants nothing more that to wipe out every single one of them and anything associated with them. As for Humans, she considers them all to be untrustworthy bigots and would rather work alone than fight alongside one, unless absolutely necessary. Some humans may be nice people but, as far as she is concerned, none of them can be trusted until they prove to her otherwise.
Background:
Inari was born in Menagerie, under a different name, and experienced the discrimination of humans directly as she grew up alone on the streets. Even in the aftermath of the Faunus Rights Revolution, Humans living in and around Menagerie still made life for Faunus unpleasant. This came to a head when one evening in her early adolescence when she came across a group of drunk humans who were looking for trouble. She was passing by in a hurry and accidently ran into one of them, something they took personally. The humans decided to remind the insolent little Faunus of her place in a way that she would never forget. They carved four diagonal scars down her pretty little face, giving her the appearance of having been attacked by a clawed beast, and her fear, hatred and distrust of humans was born.
Inari spent the next few years hiding away from the world until she was found one day, in a back alley by a member of the White Fang. When he saw her scars he took her under his wing and introduced her into a life of rebellion against human cruelty. She donned a mask to hide her scarred face and discarded her previous name, instead choosing to call herself Inari, after a character from a street play she once saw as a child.
Over the next few years Inari would lose many of her White Fang comrades to the Grimm and she developed a hatred of them that rivaled her hatred of humans. So imagine her woe when she discovered that, not only had the White Fang allied with a human named Roman Torchwick, but that his plan involved the Grimm. Ordered by her superiors to assist in Torchwick's plans, she did so under protest, and witnessed the man's callous attitude toward the Faunus under his command. Torchwick became a center point for Inari's hatred and, in the aftermath of the Breach, while most of the White Fang rallied around Adam Taurus, Inari struck out on her own, planning to undermine Torchwick in any way she could.
Affiliation: Loner/White Fang
Weapon:
Shrouded Glass: Inari uses Fire and Earth Dust, woven into the fabric of her clothing, to create weapons made of diamond hard Obsidian. She crafts the black glass-like mineral into bladed weapons such as swords, daggers and throwing knives.
Fighting style: When fighting with a sword weapon, Inari uses the Kenjutsu fighting style, confronting her opponents with graceful swordplay. When wielding smaller blades like daggers or knives she falls back on a more agile fighting style of ninjutsu.
Semblance:
Gravity Manipulation: Inari is able to effect the direction of gravitational pull upon herself, allowing her to stand and walk on vertical and even upside down surfaces. |
424 | 9 | 18 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham back stepped as the Butcher swung his cleaver towards him, unfortunately it didn't stop there as his opponent charged up whatever dark energy he was using in his fist. At the same time, Graham used his semblance and took the sound waves emitting from the speakers and launched it forward, making the sound waves slam into the butcher, hopefully slowing down the punch, Graham turned his pistols back into tonfas and double blocked with them, crossing the long sides together. Despite the attempt, the punch was incredible and sent Graham tumbling backwards into the crowd. He was very lucky, that could have been a lot worse. As Graham shakily stood up, the Butcher and his men was nowhere to be seen, neither was the girl either. Damn it! Why did he have to be so reckless, getting civilians in danger too. Graham collapsed on the ground, tears welling up. "I'm so... fucking stupid!" He exclaimed, talking to himself. He punched the ground in frustration. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He yelled at himself again, repeating his actions. He made a promise to himself, he'll train up, become stronger and get back at the Butcher. He stood up and slowly walked to the owner. "I'm going to get her back. That's a promise." He said solemnly to the owner. He then turned to Mags and Inari, still keeping his goggles own. "Thank you, for the help." He said, and then chuckled. "Sure kept my ass being destroyed." He added with a weak smile. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
425 | 9 | 19 | 681 | 986 | Magdeline
The carnage this beast was creating was devastating. To make matters worse, the beast wouldn't let up. It's an unfair fight no matter what. We need to get out of here. There's no way we can take him on like this. At that moment, the Butcher had just slugged Graham and knocked him back. It was her turn now. Seeing the large blade about to be slung at her, Magdeline prepares to dodge, but his speed. He's faster than any man of that size and with that size of weapon should move. She barely dodged, managing to esape with merely a cut along the side of her right abdomen. Clutching it with her left hand, she growls and curses under her breath. Then, with a *poof* and an explosion, the Butcher was gone.
Graham was the first to react, and was beating himself up about not being able to stop the beast-man. Magdeline walked over to him, listening to his anger and thanks, and starts rubbing circles on his upper back. "Hey, it's gonnna be ok sweetie. You did your best. We did our best. That's all anyone can do. He's not a man any more. He wasn't kidding about the deal with the devil. Although, I think it was still metaphorical. Anyways, why don't we go get patched up and get some rest. If you don't feel comfortable staying alone, feel free to stay at my house." With a smile, she looked from Graham to the young lady on the ceiling. "Miss, if you need, we can take you to the doctor with us. And if you need a place to stay, you're free to stay with me at my house, dear." Smiling sincerely at the girl on the inside of the roof, she starts walking out towards her doctor, who would be able to do some work tonight. For a price, obviously. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
426 | 9 | 20 | 2,058 | 266 | Indigo meandered quietly through the city's night, the dim lighting barely illuminating his path. Not that the poor lighting changed anything: he didn't have anywhere he needed to go to, and people were less likely to see his appearance underneath his cloak. Though he never understood why, people panicked when they saw his Grimm traits. It's probably better that no one knows about me, he mumbled to himself as he continued his slow strides. I'd probably get lonely if everyone started avoiding me... Hmm. A weird thought entered his head. But, like his thoughts on other people, he dismissed it as something unimportant.
Indigo decided to stop and rest on a rickety bench for the night, as he normally did. In the many months that he was in the city, he still didn't really have a home. Nonetheless, thinking about something other than the most efficient way to kill was notably more fulfilling. Not that he saw anything wrong with murdering others, though. Before he could drift off into sleep, however, a loud pounding rhythm started up in a building across the street, a glowing sign above the entry. The words merely confusing symbols to him, he asked the man in the front what was going on. Indigo first received an odd look, then the man responded, "Can't you tell from the music? It's a party."
"Music... parties?" Indigo repeated the unfamiliar words, staring in through a window. He didn't understand what was so interesting about music nor what the purpose of a party was. Neither of them seemed enjoyable, but he was oddly entranced by all of it and continued to stare into the club as the party grew. Eventually, a large truck pulled up to the building, where several of Torchwick's goons and a man with a repulsive aura stepped out. Indigo glanced towards their leader, who, to his surprise, also seemed to be part-Grimm. But instinctually, Indigo could tell that they weren't at all alike; it felt as if that gang would kill purely for pleasure. His suspicious were confirmed by their entrance, which clearly invoked fear in everyone but him.
Indigo walked away, unconcerned by the kidnapping, but a few people suddenly sprung into action. They're probably stronger than the average person, he thought as looked over his shoulder, sizing up the attacks exchanged. Despite this belief, which was fact, he doubted that they could beat that monster of a person before them. That man had much more firepower and resilience than the three, though his speed was nothing to laugh at. Furthermore, the reactions of the others would be slowed by the lack of vision. His conscious was urging him to go help, but he told himself that it wasn't his problem. But shortly after seeing that the truck was heading his direction, he gave in and sighed the words, "Screw it."
Indigo ran down the road, where a light was broken and took off his distinctive cloak. He hid well in the darkness without it, and he thought over his plan. The only threat is in the front of the vehicle. The truck was probably loud enough for him to jump on without being noticed by the other half-Grimm. Throw them off before they can make too much noise. If that went well, he'd grab the girl and jump off as well. He had no intention of being caught, so he'd run without her if it were too dangerous. Definitely. Then... murder them as violently as possible. While he couldn't care less if they ran, scum like them shouldn't live any longer than necessary. As soon as the truck passed, Indigo burst out of hiding and leapt onto the tailgate. | Name: Indigo Beryl
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Grimm
Appearance:
Due to his half-blood, Indigo's body from the neck down is shadowy like a Grimm's, and his arms could be described as clawed gauntlets with bone spikes forming something akin to vambraces. Nonetheless, his figure is still quite humanoid. In order to hide his inhuman traits, he wears a metal azurite cloak that doubles as a layer of protection.
Personality:
Indigo is a distant and quiet person. He's not one to initiate conversation, but will gladly chat with others(albeit not usually paying attention while doing so). Despite actually being quite kind, Indigo has dreadful morals and is completely unfazed by death. He sees nothing wrong with killing others, but doesn't because there's no point in doing it, either. He's surprisingly adept at understanding the situation and will protect whatever is important to him, though he won't understand why.
Background:
His past foggy even to himself, Indigo doesn't know the circumstances of how his controversial existence came to be. The earliest memory of his was when he massacred a group of hunters and, for the first time in his life, had a thought. What's the point in killing these people? And, just like that, Indigo stopped attacking fighting and ventured deeper into Vale. Eventually, Indigo adapted to life there, adopting a friendlier attitude and becoming surprisingly comfortable. Torchwick's henchmen, after figuring out that he was generally passive, decided to just ignore him.
Affiliation: Rusty
Weapon: Wind Needle - A long shard of wind Dust that is capable of stirring up powerful winds. Stabbing motions result in a piercing cone of wind, while slashing with it will either rend or knock-back depending on the closeness of the target. Due to the power and range of the attacks, using it indoors can result in self injury. Dust can be added for additional effects.
Indigo can also use his natural claws.
Fighting style: Indigo prefers to either snipe or disrupt his enemies' movements from afar with his needle, avoiding the use of his semblance when possible. If he's forced to engage in close-quarters, he pursues his foes while disregarding whatever wounds he sustains. If he catches his target, Indigo will violently and literally tear them to shreds with his claws.
Sembalance: Vampirism - Absorbing blood allows him to regenerates his body at an incredible rate. His body becomes stronger and more Grimm-like while doing so, and lowers his mental stability. The effect, for better or worse, wear off after not absorbing any blood for some time.
Other: |
427 | 9 | 21 | 904 | 2,988 | Uhmm, yeah thanks. That would be nice Mags. Graham said. He then went to the owner and pulled around $25 out of his wallet. "It's uhh not much but could you hold my gear for me please." He asked politely. The owner slowly nodded, still a bit shook up. "I'll give you more tomorrow." He said before turning around and out the door. "I'll be outside, we need to leave soon though in case the police or worse turn up." He said, for once advising Magdeline instead of the other way around. He then looked up to Inari. "Whether you come or not, you might want to get out of here quick too." He said | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
428 | 9 | 22 | 1,918 | 8,272 | The Beast Released
Inside the truck, the men strapped in the girl near the front of the truck, looking behind themselves fearfully at the hunched over body that was the Butcher. Every now and then, it would twitch and spasm, causing the men to back away in fear, only to give a sigh of relief as when it calmed down. Grundai was a monster that all around him feared, and even worse was when he lost control of his more monstrous side, which is the reason why he always wore that visor. It injected a type of suppressant directly into his mind, dulling down his insatiable need to kill to as low as it could go. But it couldn't hold it back forever, and when he got excited in a fight, it became even harder for the drugs to take effect. Seeing Magdeline, hearing the rage in her voice, seeing the two new toys she had brought with her, it had gotten to him, made him hungry for their blood. He had very nearly lost himself back their, but it would've been too soon, too easy, to crush them all into a sweet red paste. He wanted his blood to be earned, and when he drank it after a glorious battle, it would taste just like the finest of wines, all of which are perfected with time.
However, it seemed that the universe was not wishing for him to calm down anytime soon. He didn't notice at first, too deep inside his own self-enforced hibernation, but after awhile it became apparent to him. A creature was on the truck, hanging from the back, radiating murderous intent, though it was no were near as potent as his own. Still, the Grimm inside of him was drawn to this foul emotion, it called to him, awakened him. He rose, scaring the shit out of his Boys as he turned to them with his trademarked grin.
"Tell Torchwick everything that happened. . . and that I'm taking care of a nasty little bug at the moment."
And with that, The Butcher turned and lashed out with a clawed hand, easily tearing through the metal of the truck door to grab the head of the stowaway. He tore himself a hole as he stepped out, and then he threw the man onto the empty street, following soon after him, cleaver in hand. Now that he could see the man, he could tell that he was similar to himself, a man gifted with the touch of darkness, buyt he could also see that he was not inline with his instincts. He was trying to be the thing that Grundai had left behind, human. To say that it sickened him was an understatement, as it fueled a sense of hatred in him that couldn't be cooled by merely killing this whelp. He was going to tear him apart, slowly and painfully, going to make him scream his throat out until it's raw and bloody. He would revert this thing back into the animal it was meant to be, into the animal that he himself was.
Without a word of greeting, nor threat, The Butcher charged at the other half-grimm with a blast of energy to propel him, swing at him with the wide blade, then moving to lash out with a unyielding barrage of slashes with his Cleaver, randomly adding in powerful punches and kicks so as to keep his opponent from recognizing a pattern to the movements, and to keep him on his toes. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
429 | 9 | 23 | 2,058 | 266 | Indigo flinched slightly when a shadowy hand punched through the back of the truck and grabbed his head. At the same time, he felt an abnormally strong killing intent. Well, this is bad, he thought plainly as he was flung off the back, whipping out his Wind Needle in a split second. Twisting his body, he made a slashing motion at the ground with it to give himself the time to land on his feet. Mistaking the location of this guy was a critical error on his part. But Indigo had no time to think about what went wrong, as the man--more a monster--launched himself forward with incredible momentum and a crushing swing.
Indigo leaned backwards to avoid the huge blade, using one hand to punch it up and above his face, the other to create a cushion of air below him. Getting nicked by each strike during the assault, he realized that there wasn't really a pattern in the attacks. However, he laughed out loud when he realized something. It was like music to him: just an annoying, pounding rhythm. Every punch and kick was merely an additional beat between the swings. So it does have a use! he grinned as the dodging became less and less difficult. Indigo quickly turned to his regular modus operandi: take hits and hit them more. He redirected each swing of the weapon with a nudge while countering with two more clawed slashes, taking fists and feet to the face and gut, but at no point slowing down; rather, the speed of Indigo's attacks eventually increased into a blur from his bloody semblance absorbing every drop that fell from himself and whatever wounds he managed to inflict upon his opponent.
The girl, the truck was suddenly forgotten by Indigo as his mind began to empty. In contrast to his previous, hateful snarl, the instantaneous swap into almost pure tranquility, very slightly tainted by not-so-slight bloodthirst, was much more terrifying. The Butcher had successfully, albeit only temporarily, reverted him into mindlessness. But unlike the past, unlike the half-Grimm in front of him, Indigo had no fury and would have found no joy in shedding blood; it was more like an insatiable wonder for it, amazement mixed with cruel curiosity. "More..." he panted aloud, staring at the figure before him. "I want to see more blood." | Name: Indigo Beryl
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human/Grimm
Appearance:
Due to his half-blood, Indigo's body from the neck down is shadowy like a Grimm's, and his arms could be described as clawed gauntlets with bone spikes forming something akin to vambraces. Nonetheless, his figure is still quite humanoid. In order to hide his inhuman traits, he wears a metal azurite cloak that doubles as a layer of protection.
Personality:
Indigo is a distant and quiet person. He's not one to initiate conversation, but will gladly chat with others(albeit not usually paying attention while doing so). Despite actually being quite kind, Indigo has dreadful morals and is completely unfazed by death. He sees nothing wrong with killing others, but doesn't because there's no point in doing it, either. He's surprisingly adept at understanding the situation and will protect whatever is important to him, though he won't understand why.
Background:
His past foggy even to himself, Indigo doesn't know the circumstances of how his controversial existence came to be. The earliest memory of his was when he massacred a group of hunters and, for the first time in his life, had a thought. What's the point in killing these people? And, just like that, Indigo stopped attacking fighting and ventured deeper into Vale. Eventually, Indigo adapted to life there, adopting a friendlier attitude and becoming surprisingly comfortable. Torchwick's henchmen, after figuring out that he was generally passive, decided to just ignore him.
Affiliation: Rusty
Weapon: Wind Needle - A long shard of wind Dust that is capable of stirring up powerful winds. Stabbing motions result in a piercing cone of wind, while slashing with it will either rend or knock-back depending on the closeness of the target. Due to the power and range of the attacks, using it indoors can result in self injury. Dust can be added for additional effects.
Indigo can also use his natural claws.
Fighting style: Indigo prefers to either snipe or disrupt his enemies' movements from afar with his needle, avoiding the use of his semblance when possible. If he's forced to engage in close-quarters, he pursues his foes while disregarding whatever wounds he sustains. If he catches his target, Indigo will violently and literally tear them to shreds with his claws.
Sembalance: Vampirism - Absorbing blood allows him to regenerates his body at an incredible rate. His body becomes stronger and more Grimm-like while doing so, and lowers his mental stability. The effect, for better or worse, wear off after not absorbing any blood for some time.
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430 | 9 | 24 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Carver had to turn away, pinching his nose to stop the nosebleed that he felt coming on. Too cute, way too cute for wolf-boy, the lucky bastard After he settled himself down, he turned back to the faunus couple with a smile plastered o hus face. "Just ask and ye shall recieve, I'll even throw in a discount just because of how adorable you are."
Silme's ears lightly pressed against his head, a sign of slight annoyance and discomfort with the rubbing, a bit of a glare in his violet eyes. However, a ruffling behind him was a sign if his tail wagging though he quickly surpressed the urge as soon as it hit him. One thing he hated about being a wolf faunus, his tail had a habit of giving away what he was thinking. "Yeah, I guess that's true. You're a good friend Sapphire." He gave her a scratch behind her ear in the spot she liked, giving Carver a weird look when he offered a discount. Carver never offered discount to anyone.
Sapphire's face turns a little more red, and she purrs even more when she is scratched behind the ear, taking note that the wolf-boy's tail was wagging. "You're so sweet," She giggles. Her heart thumping, she leans up and gives him a single peck on the cheek, wrapping her arms even tighter around Silme. Turning her head to look at Carver, she tilts her head in slight shyness. She had only just met him, so she did not know how often he handed out discounts. She thanks him anyways.
"Thank you for your offer," Sapphire says to him, a shy smile on her face. "I'll be sure to take it up. S-Sometime." Once again, her head switches back to looking at the handsome man in her arms. She lets out a yawn, pressing her head to his chest. "Silme, do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" She asks, looking up at his face.
Silme gave her an incredulous look as she called him 'sweet', looking over the side at the guy who had driven him here. "I think that guy disagree with you on that front, Sapphire, wouldn't you say Carver. . . . Carver?" Turning his head back to Carver, he saw the man sulking at the corner of the truck, muttering something about how clueless idiots get all the luck. Weird
"As for your offer, I'm fine with it but were are you going to sleep? The couch is comfortable I guess, but wouldn't you prefer sleeping in your own room." He questioned before he noticed something about his current situation. Sapphire was pressed up very close to him, very close and he could feel her rather sizable chest pressing against his body. His ears immediately flattened themselves against his head, and despite all of his willpower, his tail began to wag furiously, making his already redding face turn a bright scarlet. Some of Carver's men started chuckling at his predicament, only to feel a chill run down their backs as he his head snapped to them, the amount of murderous intent in his Violet eyes sending them scurrying back to work unloading the cargo.
Turning back to Sapphire, the blush on his cheeks still rather prominent, Silme cleared his throat to get her attention. "Uh, Sapphire, I don't know how to tell you this but, um, they're kinda touching me. . . alot." He made a vague gesture to her chest as he spoke to clarify things, though it probably didn't need much clarification in the first place. Carver was both reveling in Silme's discomfort, and coursing the fool for not knowing what he had, a sexy cat girl who was begging him for it, literally, and all he could focus on was some intimate contact. It pissed Carver off a great deal it did, so he decided to poke some fun at the boy's embarrassment.
"Oh, come now Wolf-boy, don't act like you're not enjoying this. Your tail's wagging so hard I'm half-expecting it to fall off." Turning to Sapphire, he placed a hand on his chest and tipped his head to her, leaning on his sword as he did so like a cane. "I truly feel sorry for you, he's such an oblivious idiot, isn't he, almost to the point where you'd think he's a prude. You have my condolences, Kitten." Raising his head back up, he fund himself staring into angry violet eyes and down the barrel of Scarlet Ravager. Carver merely pushed the weapon out of the way with his sword, giving Silme a look as if to say, 'Is that really necessary?'
"Kitten, you'd should probably keep your boy here on a collar, lest he rips someones throat for giving him a bad look. Why so sensitive, Silme, trying to over-compensate for something?" Carver grin grew very wide as he saw the boy's confusion as he tried to work out the hidden meaning of his sentence. It's just to easy to mess with this idiot, really, it's not a fair fight in the slightest.
"Well, I'll be sleeping... With you. In the same bed." Sapphire giggles, watching as his face turns scarlet. Awwww, that's so cute! The cat-girl thinks to herself, starting to purr, before her own face turns red because of his comment about her breasts touching him. It was a little embarrassing, but she didn't care as long as it was Silme that was with her. Sapphire turns and looks at Carver as he begins to speak.
After Carver finishes speaking, Sapphire turns back to Silme. She leans up, standing on her tiptoes, and gives Silme a kiss on the nose. Completely ignoring what Carver said (so she would not try to attack him for making fun of Silme), her face turns red. We've been friends for such a long time. If he's not going to ask it... I will. Sapphire closes her eyes, returning to standing flat on her feet. "S-Silme..." She says, her voice suddenly quiet. "D-Do you think... T-That there is any c-chance of us... Dating?" She asks shyly.
"Huh?" was Silme's eloquent reply, unsure if he had heard her right. "Wait, you mean, like, a Date-date, like, with hanging out, and holding hands and k-k-k-k-kissing?!?!?" Silme was a man of many skills, but they were all violent or criminal in nature, he was not good with dealing with his emotions, so he honestly didn't know how to feel about Sapphire's request. On one hand, he could openly say he didn't hate her(which for him, was almost as good as a declaration of love), but on the other. . . he was afraid. He hadn't ever let anyone in like he felt like Sapphire was asking him to let her in, not since his parent's had left him. Would she do the same, once he let her in, would she leave him all alone, out in the cold, alone again in the world with his heart ripped out and stomped.
He couldn't deal with this, he wouldn't deal with this. It was just, just too much, too soon. His heart was pounding, his pupils dialated, his ears back and tail between his legs, he disengaged himself from Sapphire, looking like a cornered wolf. Just as he was about to say something, however, a ominous howl tore through the night, and it was soon followed by many, many more, along with the clacking of claws against concrete, and the growls of hungry beast coming towards a meal. A pack of Beowolves burst from the darkness, descending on the group with a savage ferocity that only Grimm could possess.
Immediately, Silme's mind was cleared of all his worries, his woes, all of his senses turned towards fighting these monsters. He acivated Scarlet Ravager, shifting them into short sword mode as he ran forward jumping off the truck into the midst of the pack in a swirl of blades, an explosion soon following as he mixed Fire and Wind Dust together in the air, giving him some space and spreading the corrosive air across the pack, blinding them for a few moments at best. Carver's men began to fire on the Grimm that got to close to the shipment, but they were in no hurry to help Silme, as was the Loner way. It was every man for himself in the Loner zone, and you only looked out for others if they were your own.
Carver leaped down from the truck on to the ground, swinging his sword around as he called out to Silme. "I fucking told you that killing the guy would attract Grimm, Wolf-Boy, so please do the dirty work while me and my boy's get this cargo to safety. Thank you." As Carver was speaking, a Beowolf came up from behind him, about to strike him down, when he suddenly turned around and stabbed the beast in it's chest with his blade, before pressing a button that caused the blade to become heavily serrated. "I fucking hate it when dogs like you don't know your place. GET SHREDDED, YOU FUCKING FLEABAG!!!" Pressing a second button, the serrations on the blade began to spin around rapidly, turning the sword into a type of chainsaw as it tore the beast insides to piece, before he slashed upward with it, effectively bifurcating the Beowolf. Carver clicked his tongue before walking away from the Grimm's dissolving Carcass toward his men, yelling them to pick up the pace before he turned them into Grimm chow himself.
Silme, on the other hand, was in a litte bit of trouble. As he was slashing through the Grimm, his focus wasn't a 100% because he was still thinking about Sapphire's question, what it meant, what he should do about it. This caused him not to notice as the Bewolves surrounded him until it was too late, and then he was stuck trying to hold them off while he attempted. Every time he tried, a Grim would charge at him from all sides, looking for an opening,and getting a sword in their throat instead, but they still mangaed to keep him effectively trapped, and he was beginning to tire. He was used to using his aura, but he had been expecting to have another intense fight today, so he had used more of it in his first attack against the mech and when he fired at those goons as they exited the store, wanting to make sure the job got done.
Now he was paying the price, panting heavily as he fended off a seemingly never ending wave of Grimm, barely able to keep them back. The only reason he was able to keep them all from charging him at once was because he had surrounded an area with a corrosion field using special Dust cartridges he had on him just in case. It was very painful to go through, though essentially harmless, and helped stem the flow of Beowolves coming at him. But it would only last so long, and even if it did last a while, the Grimm were beginning to attack in higher and high numbers as they figured out that it wasn't going to kill them upon entering. Suddenly, Silme got bull rushed from the side by one of the Beowolves, and ad to use more Aura to keep it from tearing his arm of, which it had firmly in its grasp.
This is it he thought with grim finality, feeling himself get weaker and weaker as the struggle continued. I'll die the same way I cam into the world. . . alone
Sapphire felt a little bit like she was going to sob. "Y-Yes... T-That stuff..." She whispers, looking at Silme with an embarrassed look. Shouldn't have asked, shouldn't have asked, she thinks to herself sadly, her face entirely red. Like starving men fighting for food, her mind fought for what to do. Fragments fought for pushing in, deeper, and making Silme date her, others fought to begin convincing him he should, and a few fragments fought to drop everything she had said, and pretend like she never said a thing.
Her lips tremble as Silme parts from her, and tears well up in her eyes as he backs away. H-He... I... I didn't expect this to... Feel so bad. Sapphire opens her mouth, and sucks in half of a breath -which sounds like a sad wheeze- and opens her mouth to speak, however is interrupted by a howl so loud it makes her squeal. Grimm! She thinks, whipping out Zanishlash and turning it into it's separate shield and sword forms-
Just in time, as a Beowolf leapt onto her, the shield protecting her from it's swipes.
Sapphire twists around, knocking it onto the ground and rolling out of the way to avoid a swipe from a second one. Rolling to her feet, she manages to clip the throat of the second Beowolf on the way, and spies a third behind her. As the first one gets onto it's feet, she drops her sword, twisting her hand around so that the bottom of the hilt was facing where the blade was meant to be, the blade it'self going along her arm now, so she was holding it backwards. Sapphire did this with great precision and skill, so she was ready when the first Beowolf attempts a swipe. She fires, and the cat-girl uses the blast from the gun to push her arm backwards, straight into the stomach of the third Beowolf that attempted to make sure she wouldn't get home.
Suddenly, the battle picked up. Aura helped a lot with avoiding the attacks of two Beowolves that had leapt onto her, looking like some pervert's twist of a girl and Grimm. She kicked her knee up, catching one in the crotch, but she fought with tooth and nail to keep their claws from hitting her head, as she had her shield protecting her chest. Her eyes darted around, looking for a way to escape. Through the blurs of stressful tears in her eyes, she spotted Silme fighting for his life. The sight killed her. Sapphire had just asked him if they wanted to date, she had asked him the question of all questions, and there he was. Fighting. She bursts out with tears at the sight, pushing hard against the Beowolves on top of her.
Pushing her shield up, hard, she shoved the Beowolves high before Sapphire turns, her eyes a dark red shade, as if she had just came for a cup of tea and a souvenir to bring back to hell with her. As the Beowolves fall back down behind her, she connects her sword and shield together, forming the strength-draining power that was her weapon's final form. She cries out loudly, charging straight to the Beowolves attacking Silme, causing a few of them to turn. She fires, taking one out immediately, before she slams into another, firing as she does. As she shreds the wolf, another attempts to pounce on her from behind. Sapphire turns, whacking it out of the air with her shield as if she was whipping a fly away. Now that she had a good shot, she fired at the Beowolf clinging to Silme.
The beast had let go of Silme to growl at Sapphire, only to get it's head blown off instead. Silme was quick to get back on his feat and was now back-to-back with Sapphire. There were just too many, ad even with Sapphire's Tearfuel, she couldn't hold them back forever. Switching Scarlet Ravager to SMG mode, he prepared himself what was likely going to be their end, when a golden flash appeared before them, revealing Carver standing there with a smile on his face.
"Well, lookie here, Wolf-boy, you seem to be in a spot of trouble, so let me help you out, okay. Consider this a favor, one that I expect you to payback in the future." Carver said, his smile turning from charming to devious within seconds, before he turned to face the Grimm that had appeared, tut-tutting at them while he wagged his finger. "Naughty, naughty beasties you all are, attacking my wolf boy like that, haven't you read the villain's hand book, you're supposed to be attacking one at a time, like the proper cannon fodder you filthy excuse for monster you mutts are."
Carver, what are you doing, their are too many." Silme began, only to find himself get pelted in the head by a pebble. The thing was, it had fucking hurt, and he reached up to feel the spot on his head, he found that it came away bloody. How had he done that?!?!
"Wolf-boy, didn't you know what I used to be before the breach happened, the man was," Carver stated, as a horde of Beowolves stormed through the Aura dorm towards him tied off waiting for their food to shut up. "I was a damn good hunter, so please don't patronize me." As the first Beowolf reached him, it suddenly found it's self split into, as did the one behind it, falling to Carver's side as he turned to face the monster's that surrounded him, his jacket beginning to take an intense glow, 3 colors of red, white and green.
In another flash of gold, he was in the thick of it, spinning his blade in a compete circle faster than one could blink, soon followed by the spray of blood as the Grimm's faded away, falling to the ground in a smoking hip. from their on, it was a massacre, completely one-sided as Carver tore through Grimm after Grim, again and again. either flashing from one place to another, or moving his blade at a nearly untraceable speed. For times when the blade wasn't enough, however, he'd use the dust in his clothes to launch either a devastating blade or gust of wind at the beast, or completely incinerate them in columns of intense white flame. He was like a god of war, and soon, the few Grimm left alive fled for the hills,fleeing back into the interior. Carver turned backed to the two with a smirk, knowing that they were probably dumbstruck by mind-numbingly cool he was. I'm a fucking boss, and now they fucking know it, so they better respect me or else I'll be kicking some serious ass!
"And that, Silme, is why I never flinched once when ever you pointed any kind of weapon at me, because my Sembalance is Instant Acceleration," Carver explained, enjoying the way he saw the boy flinch when he actually used his real name,"allowing me for a single instant, wither increase the speed of my blade swings, and thus their power, or move near instanteously from one point to the next. So basically, as you are now, you'd be no match for me. So then, you'll be coming with me and my boys now, I assume, not safe for you and Kitten to wonder the upper levels. I doubt that was the whole pack, and neither of you are in any shape tto face off against any Grimm on your way back." Pointing with his blood-stained blade, he showed them the entrance/exit he and his men were using to transport the goods. "Come on now, don't be shy. . . and also be quick about it, we don't have all night."
Watching what Carver did, Sapphire was awestruck by his pure power. However, she also took him as a bit of a bragger because of his power. As he killed most of the Grimm, she still took out her aggression on those that were near her. She took heavy breaths, and obliterated those near her. A final Beowolf managed to climb onto her, however a strong punch to the side of it's head threw it off of her before she activated the blade of her weapon and drug it straight into the stomach, doing a pirouette and cutting all the way up to the creatures neck. She pulled Zanislash out and looked around as the final of the Grimm retreated.
Wiping stray tears away from her eyes, tears of struggle and sadness, Sapphire looks to Silme as she turns her weapons back to their small, portable form. He's alright... He's alright... The cat-girl, recovering from what had just happened, looks to Carver as he picks on Silme again. She tried to say something, but now that she no longer had Tearfuel, she felt tired, so very tired. She stumbles her way over, attempting to follow Carver and his men to where they were moving to, when she just tilted and fell over sideways. Now that her Tearfuel was over, it's additional strength had perished with her, and her normal strength had been used in the fight, combined with the drain of Zanislash's combined form, she had stressed herself way too far and was weak. Sapphire's eyelids drooped halfway closed, and she whispered the word, "Help," laying down on the ground.
Silme, who had been walking with Sapphire towards the tunnel, went to catch her before she completely hit the ground. He then decided to carry her on his back, coaxing her on before he followed Carver and his men down the tunnels. Carver was walking next to him, looking at Silme with an expectant gleam in his eye.
"I'm not saying thanks, because I know you didn't do that out of the kindness of your heart, Carver, you want something." Silme glared at the older man, but it quickly turned into a look of suspicion and confusion as he thought back to Carver's earlier words. "Tell me, Carver, if you were such a good Hunter, then why didn't you try and put an end to Torchwick, or at least try and fight him like the others did?"
"Simple kid, I wanted to live more than I ever wanted to protect the people. Being a hunter wasn't working out for me as well as I thought around the time the breach happened, so when the Grimm began to overrun the city, I took the opprotunity to have myself a little accident, then I changed my name and badda-bing, badda-boom, Carver's in business by creating safe travel routes for anyone who wants to start a smuggling business. Then I took over the business and have become a very wealthy man."
"You're a smart guy, but what happened to your team?"
"I don't know, and for the sake of my conscious, I'd like to believe they all are alive and kept their heads low."
Silme nodded, before he began to recognize the tunnels they were in. He gave Carver a nod, then went down a branching tunnel which would lead to Faunus Plaza, a makeshift underground settlement that is populated mostly by Faunus, though it was more of a patrol station and outpost than anything else. While these Tunnels were great at keeping people safe, Grimm still came in, and Faunus were elected to be the best watchmen due to most having excellent night vision. He navigated through the empty streets until he made it to Sapphire's home, usin his key to open the door.
Walking upstairs, he laid her down on her bed, where she curled up unconsciously, since she had fallen asleep along the way. For a second, Silme remembered her offer, but he shook his head of it and walked out of the room. He did't want to give her false hope that he would reciprocate her feelings, he didn't even now if he wouldn't. He needed time to think about this, but it would have to wait until tomorrow, he was much too tired to deal with that tonight. So he walked down the stairs, into the living room and crashed onto the couch, letting the sweet release of sleep wash over him like a river.
TL;DR: Silme and Sapphire now have awkward romantic tension, due to Sapphire kinda confessing(she asked for a date) and Silme not responding. Grim attack happened, Carver revealed himself to be a hunter of great skill | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
431 | 9 | 25 | 681 | 986 | Roman Torchwick
The men finally returned with the truck in the airlift. Roman noticed a... sizeable hole in the back. "Um... What is that?" Pointing at the hole, Roman asks the van's driver. "Sir. The Butcher did so after saying to tell you what happened and that he was going to take care of a bug." After a few seconds of silence, the dictator facepalmed and finally asks: "Well, what happened!?" "Oh, right! We were ambushed at the club. The DJ, Magdeline, and some masked bitch came in and interrupted the extraction, sir. Several men died, but we got the girl." "... You mean her?" Roman asked, pointing the hook of his cane at a tied up female hopping away. "Yes sir. Her. ... OH! I'll get her, sir!" The soldier took a while to realize his mistake, but Roman lifted his hand to stop him. "I can do that. Thanks for the offer, though. Dolt." With that, he launched the hook at the escapee, catching her by the rope that bound her hands. Roman then dragged her back, apologizing to the miss that he was so rough. Helping her up and undoing her leg bindings, Roman explained how she wouldn't be leaving until her father paid his taxes plus the debt he owes. "Well, at the earliest. There may be a 5-7 business day shipping time, but we'll make sure you aren't harmed. Needlessly." Now guiding the young lady by the small of her back, Roman explains her position. "I now own you. You are now collateral for the money your father owes. Until the debt is paid, you get to stay here with me. We'll have fun." Looking her over, he repeats "Lots of fun. Heh."
Magdeline
Magdline takes the company she has with her back to her place, taking back roads and underground tunnels. Once home, she opens the door, takes a few steps in, turns and welcomes her company. "Well, home sweet home. The couch in the living room has a pull out bed, I have a... um... guest room." Calling her son's old room a guest room was hard. It was the first time she'd thought about the room in a long time. Refocusing on getting her company settled in, she continued, a little less enthused. "Um... You can sleep wherever you'd like. Feel free to get some food or drinks. The kitchen is right through the archway in the living room there." Magdeline points through the living room to the kitchen. "If you need clothes, I have some, both for guys and girls. Whichever you prefer..." After a deep breath, she continued. "So yeah, make yourself at home. I'm gonna head to bed though. I'm tired from all the fighting... And thanks for sticking with me, even when I asked to fight him alone. I probably couldn't have done much but buy a few dozen seconds. I really appreciate your help." With a bow of respect. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to head on to bed." With that, Magdeline heads up the stairs, unzipping her jacket once at the top and, once in her room, removing the jacket. Now that she was in her PJs as before: tank top and fuzzy pants, neither of which she'd taken off or changed out of when she'd left the house, she slid back into bed. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
432 | 9 | 26 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham followed Mags to her house. After her very kind offer, she went off to bed in the PJs he didn't notice she was wearing the entire time. "Thanks Magdeline." He then called out "I've got the couch." Graham then helped himself to a glass of soda he poured out. He set the glass on the table and sat on the couch. He stared to ceiling and rubbed his hands on his face. "Ughh, what a shit night." He murmured to himself. Graham was going to train, train in fighting and then set out to find the managers daughter. A bit of a heroic and ironic quest for Graham but if he was going to pay the manager back somehow, it would be this way. Graham cancelled all bookings through his phone, he needed as much time as possible. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
433 | 9 | 27 | 1,918 | 8,272 | That's more like it, boy, The Butcher smiled as he heard the boy asking for blood. "Ask and ye shall recieve, let's see what happens when you really let loose." The Bucther hadn't suffered much from the boy's attacks, a few scratches of vary severity, but nothing that would be a hinderance to him. He lifted his blade to, which he shifted into it's hand-cannon form aiming it at one of the nesrby houses, where people were looking outside to see what was going on.
A pull of the trigger, a streak of black, a cry in the night, then a split-second of desthly silence followed immediately by a loud boom as part of the house exploded, the corner, which brought the rest of the house down as well. The Butcher walked over to the mangled mess, sniffing the air before he found whag he was looking for. Reaching into the rubble he pulled out a man that was barely clinging to life, with several stakes in his body, taking a second to make sure he was conscious before tossing him at the feet other half-grimm. "There is your blood, take it and show me who you truly are, or else you'll find yourself in the very unpleasant condition of being my new toy. Funny thing about toys, they are always the most fun to play with right before they break."
Be free to tell me how much I suck for taking so long. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
434 | 9 | 28 | 681 | 986 | PLOT
The Butcher's fight with the half-Grimm ended when Indigo took a hit purposefully, stealing the momentum to catapult away. The Butcher was inclined to follow to finish what he started, but he was paged by Torchwick, so he went back to the ex-Academy. At some point before sunrise, Inari had headed off to complete her own agenda. Magdeline slept well into the day, which wasn't too bad since her legitimate job was closed for the day.
It is now almost noon of the next day. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
435 | 9 | 29 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham stayed at Mags house until she woke up. He had a very important question to ask. The event at the night club kept him up all night. He had failed his job to protect innocents, and he hadn't done anything useful. He needed to get her back. Torchwick needs to know he will have a hard job now. His time as a dictator is over. Graham gave Mags time to wake up fully before asking her is question. "Hey Mags?" He began. "You're a much better fighter than me and last night... well, what I want to ask is, will you train me?" He asked. "I want to become a better fighter." He stated, determined to show his resolve towards his goal. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
436 | 9 | 30 | 681 | 986 | Magdeline
Magdeline woke up in a haze. Last night's events had started to eat her away in her dreams. It just kept replaying. The carnage. The brutality. The screaming. The blood... Finally shaking herself mentally once she was in the kitchen, she noticed Graham who was probably about to leave, asking to help him train. "Well, I can try, sweetie. I don't know how to fight with your weapon, but I can help you read opponents better and help you learn Grundai better, if you're really worried about him. He's gonna be tough. He's gotten a lot better at blocking out psychological warfare than I remember, but he's gotta have a weakness..." After staring off into space for a few seconds, she turned to the fridge to grab some eggs and bacon she'd bought the other day.
Magdeline placed her hand on Graham's head and smiled at him. "Don't worry so much about last night. I know we can get his daughter back. And not with a fundraiser. Now, would you like some food? And if you want to start training today, I can help you after work. Which I'll have to leave for in about half an hour. You're welcome to stay here if you like. The spare key's under the brick with the 'X' on it under the back door mat if you need to go out and come back. Just remember that you're already a great fighter. You just need to know how to fight this enemy. Alright?" And with that, Magdeline returned to her ingredients to start cooking up some food. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
437 | 9 | 31 | 681 | 986 | Melanie
The young girl held ransom lay in the fetal position on the ratty old bed she was put in. It had been one day, and the club owner's daughter had been dragged through hell. She was unable to do much more than cry and remember all the shit that had hit the fan in the past few hours. She was a virgin before tonight...
After being kidnapped from the club, Melanie had been brought to Torchwick's palace and told she is now just a... a possession of Torchwick's. The guards had barely taken her into the room they called hers, 231, before nobody in the room had clothes on. Torchwick had put a special chastity belt on Melanie, to prevent unwarranted... 'use of his property'. But it only covered her frontal opening, and the guards who brought her in, and a few White Fang guards, and a few other guys who happened to wander by, all took every inch they could get out of her. After almost two hours of repeated... 'use', Torchwick finally arrived. Maybe he planned for it to be the way it was, but he was nicer than his guards. Yeah, he still pulled her hair a bit, forced her head movement during... 'oral presentations', and was rough from the moment he was aroused, but it wasn't as bad as the men before him. Maybe Melanie had just become numb to it, after dozens of men before Torchwick in the past hour or two.
After this last memory round and a few minutes of crying, Melanie finally fell asleep. She didn't know why. Maybe it was just out of pure exhaustion. Melanie had horrible dreams, but slept soundly well into the day. The sun hitting her face finally woke her up. She looked around the room. She saw a dresser, and in it were a few outfits. Maid's outfit, "nurse's" outfit, and a nice sun dress. It looked pretty. She decided to at least be hopeful that things wouldn't get worse than they were and put on the sun dress. Only to notice how opaque it was. You could almost see completely through it. With a little ingenuity, Melanie put together an outfit that used items from each of the provided ones that was as modest as possible and looked cute. Well, I can at least look decent.
Deciding to face her fear head on, Melanie walked out of the room to the entry room Torchwick had a throne in. She met no guards on the way. The throne room had a few guards. A few she knew a little too personally. Deciding to throw everyone off, Melanie smiled and greeted Torchwick cheerfully. Torchwick looked confused to see her, and more so that she seems happy. "Hello there, Mr. Torchwick. Is there anything I can do for you? I couldn't find too decent of a dress, so I kinda improvised. I hope you like it." Melanie winked at Torchwick and bowed once she finished. Torchwick and his guards were speechless. The ruling dictator finally reigned in his mind and responded. "Oh, wow. I wasn't expecting this. I usually leave some sexy dresses for the... 'collateral' I have. Your positive attitude and willingness to serve are refreshing. If you would make some food for the two of us, that would be splendid. I'll be back shortly to dine with you. Can't wait to see you." Torchwick called Melanie's playful bluff. With no cards left to pull out of her sleeves, Melanie nodded and made her way to the kitchen. | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
438 | 9 | 32 | 904 | 2,988 | Thanks Maggie, Graham said. "Umm, I'm not hungry but thanks anyway for the offer." Graham added. He really appreciated this from Magdeline, she didn't have to help him but he's glad she agreed. He had to get her back. He felt... responsible, for what happened, and it's the least he could do. Graham was about to exit when Mags mentioned the key. "Then I guess you won't mind if I let myself in." He said jokingly. "Thanks again Mags." He said again, hoping to show his gratitude. With that, Graham left the house. He searched for a way to the roof, and after doing that he looked out across Vale. "Time for a new look." He said to himself before setting of to his house to grab his wallet. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
439 | 9 | 33 | 580 | 1,924 | After a sleep that she hoped would last forever (though it did last quite a while), Sapphire awoke, eyes lifting halfway. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around to find she was alone in the room, guessing that Silme had crashed on the couch again. In this time of solitude, Sapphire derobed, showered and then put on a fresh set of clothes before heading downstairs. Sapphire felt slightly weak from the overuse of her strength the previous time she was awake, however she was determined to get her strength back by going through a nice meal and relaxing a bit. So, she dumped her robes to get washed (She had a spare set somewhere), making herself a simple meal of milk and toast. I could do with a break, she thinks to herself, sitting down and eating. | Name: Sapphire Applecat (Though she goes around by the name of Sif )
(Adding race because Faunus/Human) Race: Faunus (cat Faunus, black cat ears, black cat tail)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normal appearance:
What she wears most of the time:
Personality: Sapphire is a normally cheerful girl. She occasionally comes out with a joke, usually bad ones, but she tries to keep spirits high. Despite this, she is very easily made upset. Sapphire likes to read, listen to music, and practice with her weapons, and use his laptop. Sapphire is also very shy. Her favourite colour is blue. Despite being a cat Faunus.
Background: Sapphire was born to a heavily abused Faunus family. For years, she had to be moved from school to school because she was being abused by humans. She used to cry over it, being quite upset, but eventually grew slightly used to it. As she grew up, she slowly dreamed of becoming a huntress. She felt it would make her stronger, and it would give her a purpose in life. So, she studied hard at her school, and then went to Signal to study further. In her spare time, she built himself a sword and a shield that both suited her. She also learned about aura and semblences, and even discovered her own semblence (even though she beat someone that was abusing her really hard because of the aggression that came with it)! However, everything went down. Grimm attacked, her parents died, and she was left alone, to live by herself.
Affiliation: Loner
Weapon: Zanislash - A sword which comes in three forms. The first form is just the hilt of a sword, from which the sword extends and retracts. The hilt of the sword also shoots semi-explosive shots, like those from Yang's weapons. The second form is a shield which comes in the form of a flat, small disk with a handle, which extends open to a medium sized, strong blue shield. The hilt and disk are both attached together, and can detach to be used as a sword and shield individually. However when they are attached and when activated at the same time, the two items combine. The shield has the hilt sticking out of it, and it can fire a lot more powerful shots and act as a much more powerful weapons. This heavily draws upon her strength, however, as it uses Sapphire's own strength to make more power in the weapon. Prolonged use can lead to pain and even passing out, though if the weapon senses she has gone too far it will automatically detach so she can regain her strength.
Fighting style: Sapphire prefers to fight close up. She is extremely talented in swordplay, which is the reason for her preference to be close up. Usually, however Sapphire does not want to fight.
Sembalance: Tearfuel; If Sapphire is upset to the point where she cries, her strength will grow, and with that her will to go on. Every drop of a tear is another gain to her strength. A crying person will usually be weak, and will give up, however if she cries, she pushes hard, and pushes forward. Sometimes, this may not be the case, but the majority of the time it is. However, this also can make her very, very angry and aggressive
Other: N/A |
440 | 9 | 34 | 1,918 | 8,272 | Silme was still asleep on the couch, though Sapphire's arrival downstairs woke him up, signified by an annoyed flip of his left ear. With a groan, he ross up from the bed, strething slight before his body painfully reminded him that last night had been rather stressful. Scratching his head, he lookec around in a daze before he saw Sapphire, who he gave a quick wave of greeting before he walked over to a nearby closet, pulled out some clothes to change into after his shower, than finally deemed it appropriate to speak.
"Hey Sapphire, um, regarding what you asked me . . . last night. . . .I'm not against the idea, so whenever you want to go, just tell me." Silme muttered under his breath(totally wasn't blushing or anything) as he passed by, but with Sapphire level of hearing, she'd probably hear it just fine. After that, he went upstairs to shower, which he really needed if his nose was anything to go by. | Name: Silme Raana, goes by a nicknames of Sil or Raana
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Faunus
Species: Timber Wolf
Appearance: Shown below, but with wolf ears, tail, claws, and fang-like canines.
Personality: He's a bit of a wild card, never really taking people seriously outside of a fight. He has a short temper, especially if someone decides it's a good idea to make fun of his faunus lineage. When that happens, they should fully expect to get punched in the face if he likes them, or have it clawed off if he doesn't. Along with his brash behavior is an undercurrent of not only a blunt honesty, but slight cluelessness as well. In a fight, he's like a tactical genuis, but when it comes to almost anything else, he's a bit slow on the uptake.
Background: When he was child, Silme lived with his parents in Vale, both of them being hunters who frequently went on missions, leaving him alone for a lot of the time. Then, one day, they never came back, and it took him a few weeks to realize that he was truly on his own. He soon found himxelf on the street, treated like crap by many for being a faunus, something he was slowly growing to hate about himself as more people put him down and mocked him. Then, he was recruited by the White Fang, swiftly risinng through the ranks with his impressive fighting skills, until he sabotaged the robberyof a Schnee freighter, blowing up the whole thing and faking his own death in the explosion.
After that, he returned to Vale at the age of 15, spending his days in a fancy hotel with some money he acquired in his escape. He also reconnected with his old friend, Sapphire Applecat, who he had met when he beat the crap out of some guys for bullying her. He didn't tell her about any of his activities in the White Fang(or that he was even a member), as it isn't something that he's necessarily proud of. That's not to say he hated it, far from it, but he just didn't like fighting for a guy like Torchprick(his special little nickname for the fucker), or anyone for that matter. He liked being a Loner, because that was what he had been from the beginning, and that's the way he'd like to die, a man whose only ruler is Death, and he's a pretty lenient boss once you get to know him.
And then the Breach happened, the world went to hell with in days, and oblivion in weeks. He spent most of those early months healing up from that first wave at Sapphires house, having gotten ambushed by some Beowolves. One of the fuckers had busted through his Aura barrier and sliced uo his back real bad. Even now, months later, it still hurts a bit when he moves, and is a definite weakspot for him, the pain being intense and disorienting if he gets hit there. Now a days, he does what he can to get by, helping the Uprisers on occasion because they pay well and Torchprick's a prick. He'll never join them, though, he lost his faith in others looking over him a long time ago.
Affiliation: A Loner by trade, he does help the Uprisers on occasion, provided that they pay a fee.
Weapon: The Scarlet Ravagers: He uses a pair of Specialized Customizable Clawed Gauntlets that he can alter for various combat and utility functions, as well as changing into either a pair of Customized SMGs, with rapid- and burst-fire modes, for him to dual wield, or into two double-sided short swords. All variations of weapons can be augmented with with Dust cartridges for various effects and attacks.
Fighting Style: Hit them faster and hit them hard, he is a Striker type fighter, extremely good at offense even against superior numbers. However, his defensive capabilities aren't the greatest, but they aren't the worst either.
Sembalance: Corrosion, It is a very offensive Sembalance that allows Silme to imbue his attacks with a reddish-silver aura. This Aura is extremely effective at dealing damage, but it's usefulness truly shines when it comes with dealing with heavily armored enemies. With this ability, he can easily weaken most types of armors, making him especially effective against Torchwick's mech suits, but he can even apply his ability against the defensive aura of others, though it isn't as effective it still allows him to do a bit more damage then normal.
Other: Wears this most of the time
He has a scar on his back from when Grimm attack him during the breach, 3 long jagged claw marks
He doesn't like talking to Magdaline, her motherly attitude reminding him, painfully, of how he never really recieved much in the way of love from either of his parents, but especially his mother. |
441 | 9 | 35 | 876 | 752 | Danny woke up still tired as hell because it was hard to sleep last night because of all the noise that went on through the night. He slowly got up and showered hanging his head backwards when he was in there. After showering Danny got dressed and then grabbed his weapons first his gun which he holstered and second his gloves which he then put on. "Another day of madness..." Danny said with a sigh. | Name: Danny
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Personality: Danny is kind and sweet and he will help the the weak when they call for him. He is also can be quite friendly to people he hasn't met yet, but if they throw hate at him he throws it back. Basically Danny treats people how they treat him.
Background: Danny lived in vale with his parents until he became 18 that's when he moved out and started a life of his own. He took the job as assistant teacher for a local kids school, and when he wasn't busy helping out at the school he was busy inventing.
On the day of the grim attack Danny was helping a teacher out in her class. When a grim came bursting through the school wall followed by a few others. Many of the children and school faculty died that day leaving Danny with tragic memories. Of what happened just so a corrupted man could become leader of what is now a dying city. From that point on Danny swore that Torchwick would pay for the innocent blood he spilled that day.
Affiliation: Loner/Upriser
Weapon: Danny's main focus is in weaponry is ones that use/control dust, and has so far created a few successful weapons that follow the lay out.
Weapon: Desert storm - A small handgun that doubles as a flare gun that can fire bullets with different effects depending on the dust he used. To fire a flare Danny has to load the gun with a bullet infused with red rust (fire) and when he fires a flare would come out.
Twin Ice Dragon - Danny has ice, wind, and earth dust infused with his gloves that can allow him to create two twin blades that are hard as obsidian. They can slice through most things in a clean slice, and are a force to reckon with.
Fighting style: Danny prefers to attack faster than his enemy, but not use brute force. He has decided that light but fast attacks work best when trying to do offense and defense at the same time.
Sembalance: Clone/replicas of himself. |
442 | 9 | 36 | 681 | 986 | ???
The young lad strolled down the street without a care in the world. He passed several nice ladies, many genlement on their way to work, but most of all, he passed children. Hm... Even in the face of dictatorship and possible annihilation, they still procreate prominantly? Intriguing. Master Torchwick will be pleased with this informaton. Now, I must go see this club manager about his dues... Though he does owe our Master quite a large sum of money, he will still pay the owner for the damage that Beast caused. Stupid animal can't think past the next five seconds unless he's in battle. No matter, at least I might be able to get the poor fellow on our side.
Once he arrives at the destroyed club, the late teenager approaches, looking for the owner of the establishment. Once located and engaged, he lays out exactly how much the owner owes, how long he has until interest hits, how much the interest will be, and a suggested payment plan. After seeing the worry on the man's face, he assures the owner that his club will be repaired of all damages caused by the previous night's interruption due to the Butcher and his fight with the Uprisers. Bullet holes, craters, the wall, and blood stains will all be fixed up, good as new, at no charge to the owner. "See, I personally apologize that the Butcher took your daughter as collateral, but we weren't very specific. Master Torchwick jsut said 'something of value to the owner', and she's the something he picked. But still, our Master is tryiing to be reasonable with his demands, since he knows what it's like to own a business by yourself. And he's in general a pretty nice person. Just please remember to return your loans on time. I'm sorry it came to this, but we're doing all we can from our side. Have a nice day, sir." Once he's said his spiel, the boy left with a confident grin and a friendly tone. Once he was about a block from the club, he radioed in. "Hey. We're in business with the guy. I think we can turn him to our favor. Yeah. Alrught. See ya soon, Master." | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
443 | 9 | 37 | 580 | 1,924 | Sapphire begin to drink her milk, smiling at the words that Silme said. "Then, I want to go as soon as possible." She says, giggling to herself like a maniac, laying on her back on the couch and playing with her tail cutely. She was going crazy with the idea of dating Silme. "I want to go anywhere with you!" She says, giggling her head off as she rolls around. | Name: Sapphire Applecat (Though she goes around by the name of Sif )
(Adding race because Faunus/Human) Race: Faunus (cat Faunus, black cat ears, black cat tail)
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Appearance: Normal appearance:
What she wears most of the time:
Personality: Sapphire is a normally cheerful girl. She occasionally comes out with a joke, usually bad ones, but she tries to keep spirits high. Despite this, she is very easily made upset. Sapphire likes to read, listen to music, and practice with her weapons, and use his laptop. Sapphire is also very shy. Her favourite colour is blue. Despite being a cat Faunus.
Background: Sapphire was born to a heavily abused Faunus family. For years, she had to be moved from school to school because she was being abused by humans. She used to cry over it, being quite upset, but eventually grew slightly used to it. As she grew up, she slowly dreamed of becoming a huntress. She felt it would make her stronger, and it would give her a purpose in life. So, she studied hard at her school, and then went to Signal to study further. In her spare time, she built himself a sword and a shield that both suited her. She also learned about aura and semblences, and even discovered her own semblence (even though she beat someone that was abusing her really hard because of the aggression that came with it)! However, everything went down. Grimm attacked, her parents died, and she was left alone, to live by herself.
Affiliation: Loner
Weapon: Zanislash - A sword which comes in three forms. The first form is just the hilt of a sword, from which the sword extends and retracts. The hilt of the sword also shoots semi-explosive shots, like those from Yang's weapons. The second form is a shield which comes in the form of a flat, small disk with a handle, which extends open to a medium sized, strong blue shield. The hilt and disk are both attached together, and can detach to be used as a sword and shield individually. However when they are attached and when activated at the same time, the two items combine. The shield has the hilt sticking out of it, and it can fire a lot more powerful shots and act as a much more powerful weapons. This heavily draws upon her strength, however, as it uses Sapphire's own strength to make more power in the weapon. Prolonged use can lead to pain and even passing out, though if the weapon senses she has gone too far it will automatically detach so she can regain her strength.
Fighting style: Sapphire prefers to fight close up. She is extremely talented in swordplay, which is the reason for her preference to be close up. Usually, however Sapphire does not want to fight.
Sembalance: Tearfuel; If Sapphire is upset to the point where she cries, her strength will grow, and with that her will to go on. Every drop of a tear is another gain to her strength. A crying person will usually be weak, and will give up, however if she cries, she pushes hard, and pushes forward. Sometimes, this may not be the case, but the majority of the time it is. However, this also can make her very, very angry and aggressive
Other: N/A |
444 | 9 | 38 | 904 | 2,988 | Graham stood atop a building with his new garments on, a gas mask to hid his face and he wore long, hooded, black leather jacket over his black t-shirt with some sort of rock band logo on it and black cargo pants to give him some movement when running. Graham then took off his mask with a sigh. "This shit is stuffy as hell, but if I'm going to get in there and protect my identity from that night..." He said to himself, looking at the gas mask before reluctantly putting it back on. "It will have to do." Graham then set off running to the club to see if anything changed from the night prior. About a block away Graham noticed a particular man on a phone, secluded from the hustle and bustle of the city. Graham got closer and listened in. "Business with the guy... Master." He heard, this "master" had to be Torchwick, and this was his accomplice. Graham nimbly crept down the building before reaching ground level and creeping low on the ground. The man was unaware and near an ally, hopefully Graham could do this. He bursted out of the crowd and ducked behind him before covering his mouth with his hand and putting an arm around his neck, slowly dragging him into the alley. Graham pulled out a cinderhulk in gun form and pointed it to his head. "Shout, scream, do anything to get attention and I will shoot, got it?" Graham warned before letting go of his mouth. "Now, you're gonna tell me what I need to know. Where's the girl? Exactly. And what is Torchwick hiring to guard her?" He interrogated. | Name: Graham Malcolm
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: A fun loving teenager with a lust for adrenaline, fighting and jamming bass lines. He likes being social and being the light-hearted joker around people, always trying to bring up down trodden people and make them laugh or happy again.
Background: Graham loves his music and nightclubs, not actually partying but making the music for the party. He's been DJing since as long as he can remember but he can actually do this at nightclubs because he doesn't drink alcohol and stuff, (been given permission by club owners and promoters.) This all changed when the shut down of Beacon occurred and Grimm infested the city. With the oppression of Torchwick, he decided to fight back. One value he could always believe in was freedom. Freedom of expression, freedom of speech and freedom to life.
Affiliation: Upriser
Weapon: "Cinderhulks" Two tonfas he use in speed and brutality, made from metal and can encase themselves in fire for extra damage. They can both transform into two pistols resempling flintlock pistols but more powerful.
Fighting style: His keyword is "Endurance." He can't hit the hardest or fastest but he'll be standing until the very end. He believes that resilience makes a good fighter and has trained his body and mind to fit this.. It's no wonder he goes on for so long at the clubs.
Sembalance: Can control soundwaves.
Other: Knows basic parkour for the sake of manoeuvrability. (Think Mirror's Edge level) |
445 | 9 | 39 | 681 | 986 | The interrogation
The man struggled against Graham, before giving up fairly quickly. "All right, I'll talk. Can you just be a little more calm? And put the gun away?" He requested. Graham quickly patted the man down before putting cinderhulk in its holster, however, unrelenting, Graham pushed him to the wall and grabbed him by the shirt. "You gonna tell me?" He asked threatingly. "I will. Just calm down. I'm in no hurry." The man implored. Graham stayed silent. "I work for Torchwick, to an extent. I'm just a numbers guy whom he hired." The guy explained. "Like an accountant." He summarised. Graham took it all in. "You got five minutes, keep going." Graham ordered. "The butcher was told to get something 'of value', and that the owner was behind on payment, Torchwick wanted a collateral." He continued. "We didn't expect a person! Not that Torchwick was displeased, but we were imagining a watch, gem, or television, not his daughter. I don't know anything else." He said. Graham looked down at the ground then back to the "accountant." "Look, kid. I know it sucks, but I'm just doing business. He's still getting his place fixed for free. It should be done by tomorrow night, so he can resume business as soon as possible. We just want the loans paid off. This isn't a 'kidnap the daughter and hold her forever' type of thing, she's just collateral for the loan money and she'll be returned when the debt is paid. Based on the schedule, it should be in the next 3-4 months. Unless he's late or short on payments. Is that enough of my business to get you off my back?" The numbers guy looks at Graham expectantly as he awaits an answer from his assailant.
Something didn't add up in Graham's head. "Wait... what is he paying you for?" Graham asked, all this for some lousy payment? Can't be right. can it?. The accountant-gone-rogue rolled his eyes. "I'm getting paid to make all the calculations for loan payment, contacting the contractors and talk to them about their payment, and get Master Roman kept up with all of it. The most devious thing I'm doing, from your perspective, is showing the club owner that our Master isn't a horrible guy like the Uprisers think. He's just another guy. Except with a lot of power." | I posted, now we play waiting game for others to join. Namely GingerBoi, so Graham can respond to all dis that is aimed at him |
446 | 10 | 0 | 1,713 | 314 | Tallshade Tales
Monday, February 22nd, 2016
It was a full moon. Which meant all of them were coming together at the Cabin. First dinner, then Grimbold would have a job to give to them.
Robert Taylor
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Grimbold and whoever is sitting next to him.
It was only february, and it would still take a month before the sun would rise above the mountain again. The frozen leaves rustled under Robert's boots as he walked through to forest on his way to Grimbold's Cabin. He knew some of the others had to tell their parents stories of where they were going. Maybe they would say they were helping this old man who could use an extra hand. How noble. Or maybe they told them they went to their theatreclub practice. But not him. Robert lived alone and just needed to make sure nobody saw him when he went out, or where he was heading. It was simple enough, but a necessary thing to pay attention to. He thought of the time that he had had no other choice than to transform into his fox form to be stealthy enought to get past some people without being noticed. Ofcourse he had to leave his clothes behind. So the entire evening he had been wrapped up in one of Grimbold's blankets to cover him and to keep warm. They had made fun of him. But it happened to others from time to time as well.
Grimbold opened the door slightly and peered through the opening with one eye, as he always did.
“Ah, Robert my boy! Come in!” The man said with a heavy voice that wouldn't look strange on a seasond sailor. He patted him on the back only slightly too rough to be comfortable. “Almost everybody is here already. Just a few more. Come! Give me your jacket and take a seat. I made soup!” The man practically took Robert's jacket of him before he was even prepared for that. He just let it all happen. It was meant as a nice gesture.
Robert went into the cabin where he found the familiar comfortable, cozy and sort of romantic cabin atmosphere. It smelled of forest and smoke and vegetable soup. It was the wood, the fire place, the hand-crafted furniture, that all made it seem so welcoming. And there were the animal skulls on the wall, and the old fashioned candles everywhere, that gave of something slightly sinister. But it was a perfect place for them. It seemed to match Grimbold's personality as well. Warm, comforting, mysterious and slightly off. Entering the room, Robert saw about half of the crew already at the table. Chatting, eating the soup Grimbold made, telling jokes, arguing. The way things usually went on these gatherings.
“Hey guys!” He said while looking around for Eddie. Sitting down, he sighed. It had been a long day at the library. And the night had yet to begin. “Pour me some soup, will ya” He said to the person next to him, as he stretched out his arm with his bowl in his hand, towards the large stockpot. “So, how was your day?” | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
447 | 10 | 1 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Teryn Ikeda
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Robert Taylor
Grimbold liked to have them all meet up at his cabin. Most people should probably be wary of an old man who invited a bunch of young adults to his cabin all the way in the woods far away from the eyes of society but then again, most people don't have the ability to transform into little woodland creatures. They weren't exactly normal people. Grimbold was nice enough to serve them food each time they made the trip up there though. Today he was serving some sort of vegetable soup.
Unfortunately, Terry was not very hungry. She doesn't make it a habit to eat at Grimbold's cabin and always made sure she ate beforehand. So she sat quietly at the edge of the table while everyone else was chattering about their day or what not. She was simply waiting for Grimbold to begin the meeting so she could figure out what she needed to do and go home. But they could not start because not everyone was there yet. "People should learn to come on time," she thought to herself as she made another count of who was here.
Just then, Robert had arrived and had taken the seat next to her. "Of all people..." He was the only person that didn't seem to get when she didn't feel like talking, which was most of the time.
She stared at him, then his bowl, then back at him. "What am I? Your server?" she muttered quietly before grabbing the ladle. Despite her annoyance, she did get the boy some soup. It wasn't out of her way and she didn't want him reaching over her to serve himself anyways.
"You should really learn some manners," she added coldly after his bowl was filled. "And get a haircut while you're at it." | Teryn Ikeda
"I just can't deal with people right now... or ever."- -Teryn IkedaPersonal Information
Name:
Teryn Kanae Ikeda
Nickname:
Terry, TK, Scary Terry (Though she would glare at you for calling her this)
Birth Date:
February 20th, 19XX
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual but starting to feel a bit bi-curious.
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Terry is fairly tall for a Japanese girl, standing at 5"7. She has long, sleek black hair and always gets it cut in the same blunt fashion. Don't even bother trying to ask her to change her hair because it will never happen. She has pale skin from lack of sun exposure and delicate facial features. Some might say she has a "resting bitch face", but at least she makes up for it with her nice, slim body. Her brown eyes are cold and always seem like they're looking straight through you.
Clothing Style:
Terry likes to wear long-sleeved dresses paired off with tights or lace leggings. She enjoys wearing lace a lot. She generally wears a lot of black but also likes other dark colors like dark red because they don't make her look like a ghost. She wears a lot of accessories such as scarves, hats, sunglasses, and more to add more to her look. When she feels lazy, she'll wear an oversized sweater and leggings. Her shoes of choice are heels because she likes feeling tall and believes they show off her legs more.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Cloudy days
Art History
Shiny objects
Mint
Tea
Photography
Dislikes:
Sunlight
Heavy foods
Racist jokes about her ethnicity
Loud noises
Dogs
Fears:
Her Grandmother
Dying
The Ocean
Habits:
Rolling her eyes
Chewing mint-flavored gum
Putting on sunblock
Personality:
♦ Observant ♦ Cynical ♦ Stubborn ♦ Standoffish
Terry isn't the most optimistic person around. She doesn't have that much faith in others and more than often assumes the worse will occur. Regardless, she thinks highly of herself and her ability to be able to observe the world around her. However, once she believes she is correct about something, it is hard for anyone to convince her otherwise even if she was actually wrong. It is rather hard for her to make friends because of this, but she is not necessarily a bad person, just a hard person to get along with. It suits her fine though, she doesn't feel like she needs friends anyways.
Background:
Terry had a normal childhood. Her dad was a somewhat wealthy business man and her mother was a stay at home mom. She was never neglected or abused. Her grandmother was always harsh and scary, but besides that Terry lived a peaceful life. She was never good at making friends and was only average in her school work. Her parents always let her do what she wanted, which wasn't much. She simply wanted to be alone and have a nice camera to take photos with.
Tallshade was a weird town. Perfect for an outcast like Terry. She was looking up universities her junior year of high school when she discovered Tallshade. She particularly liked the fact that it was dark and covered in shade half of the year. She managed to convince her parents to let her apply to the small university there and found out that she was accepted her senior year.
At the university, she is currently studying as an art history major. One day after class, she went into the woods to take some photos. A strange, old man approached her. She tried to ignore him at first, but he began to talk to her. He offered to give her powers as long as she promised to do what he said. It felt like a scene from Harry Potter which wasn't a good thing because she hated the series, but decided to accept his offer. Actually now that she thought about it, she still didn't know why she accepted his offer. He was very convincing...
Position in the group:
Terry understands that they are all working together for some unknown cause so she simply sees them as a group of coworkers or a rag-tag team. She would be the quiet one who does what she is supposed to do, but would never go the extra lengths to befriend everyone.
☮Sloane: Terry admires Sloane's artistic abilities and finds her to be an agreeable person. Terry isn't sure whether or not they could be considered friends, but Terry respects Sloane and is more likely to listen to her than to others.
☯Eddie: Terry has noticed that Eddie is very much a pushover. He appears to be afraid of her so they don't talk much. She is somewhat amused by the fact that she intimidates him so much but doesn't know a lot about him besides the obvious.
☯Nina: Nina likes to be in the center of attention, Terry doesn't. Nina isn't the nicest person around but as long as she doesn't bother her, Terry is fine with it.
☯Robert: Terry is quick to put Robert down when he tries to get her and the others to join in on his schemes. She believes that he is childish and arrogant. Despite the fact that he should know very well that she doesn't like him, he still tries to talk to her from time to time and she can't figure out why. She is interested in his music and poetry, but would never vocally express that.
☯Tobias: Well, she won't deny that he is easy on the eyes. But that's about it. They don't bother to talk to each other at all.
⚡Cara: At first glance, Cara is like Terry's opposite. Though Terry is aware of her somewhat two-faced nature, she doesn't care. All she knows is that she won't be falling for her 'sweet smile'. Still, she tends to stay away from Cara. Something about her just rubs Terry the wrong way, well more than most people do.
☮ Nick: She has sort of a soft spot for Nick, probably because he is so youngand she never had siblings before. She's very subtle about it though. For instance, she isn't as harsh and not as likely to shoot him down. She also keeps an eye out for him and would be willing to show him her photos from time to time.
☯Skye: She's a very nice person. Not a person Terry would associate herself with, but still Skye is a good person.
☯Angel: Terry's aware that Angel doesn't like her, but doesn't let it bother too much. She won't argue needlessly with the girl, but she won't try to get her to like her either.
☯Daniel: Though they don't talk, he seems like a person that Terry could get along with. He seems to understand her better than most people and gets that she is just who she is.
Extra:
Terry is like bazillionth-generation Japanese American so she doesn't even know how to speak Japanese. She will begrudgingly admit that she had watch anime when she was younger but will deny that she watches them anymore. The secret to her classic hair style? She cuts it herself because she doesn't even trust a hair stylist with it.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Raven
Power:
She can create light breezes that could result in things like bad hair days and important papers getting lost |
448 | 10 | 2 | 28 | 71 | Edward Hansen
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting with:Robert Taylor
Eddie smiled at Robert as he took the seat between him and Terry.
"Hey man, how was the library?" Eddie asked while Robert got his soup.
Eddie actually really liked coming to the cabin. Normally a large open fire would put him on edge, but here it made him comfortable. Far away from everything else, with his friends, with Grimbold. He could even tolerate the people who are usually really pushy.
Eddie picked his bowl back up and ate, while listening to the idle chatter of the room. Wonder what old Grimbold has in store for us tonight? News? A new mission? Eddie thought, excited at the prospect of getting a new mission, and discussing plans with Robert. Hopefully the rest didn't run into any trouble and would get here soon.
Eddie's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of knocking, and then the standard Grimbold greeting. He turns around to see who it is. | Name:
Edward Anthony Hansen
Nickname:
Eddie. Don't call me Ed.
Birth Date:
January 31st, 1993
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Standing at 5' 7" and weighing 200 lbs, Eddie is a bit lumpy, but stays in shape with running. He has light brown hair and a meticulously kept goatee. His eyes are a light green, hiding behind thick black rimmed glasses. Caucasion, with vague traces of ethnicity. A pretty standard American mutt.
Clothing Style:
Likes solid color shirts with a pocket on the chest, loosely tucked into dark blue jeans. Dirty sneakers at the brink of falling apart. He doesn't usually buy new shoes unless his old pair are unuseable.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Tinkering
Reading (Mostly fiction)
Girls with red hair
Cracking jokes, being sarcastic
Dislikes:
Bodily fluids
Violence/Tense situations
Cats
Repetition
Fears:
Claustrophobic
Fire
Spiders
Habits:
Fidgets with his tools (Usually carries around a phillips screwdriver in his pocket, and twists it around when nervous)
Loves junk food
Prone to laughing in uncomfortable situations
Personality:
♦ Honest ♦ Creative ♦ Inquisitive ♦ Timid
Eddie is soft-hearted and good natured. Tends to stray away from conflicts and tense situations, and quick to give in to another's will. Enjoys taking things apart, seeing how they work, and attempting to put them back together. Pretty much at home with wherever his toolbox lands. Likes to spend time with friends, but tries to steer any conversation away from debate, especially if he thinks it might get heated. Will usually side with whoever has the greatest show of force, despite his actual feelings. Isn't afraid to do what needs to be done, to an extent.
Background:
Eddie comes from a broken house, on the outskirts of the nearest city. His mother was abusive, she would bully him into doing what she wanted and threatened to burn the house down when he wouldn't. His father was a gentle understanding man, and did his best to do damage control for his wife. As a result, Eddie decided he would follow his father's lead, which was to try to defuse any possible situation.
Growing up, he discovered a fascination with machines, and was eager to practice. Unfortunately, his practice involved taking apart household appliances, sure he could put them back together. But, being inexperienced, kept losing pieces and forgetting the steps to repair them. Then his mother made good on her promise. She set the house on fire, with Eddie and his father inside. Eddie doesn't really remember what happened, but his father didn't make it. His mother was found criminally insane.
Years later, Eddie moved to Tallshade. Eddie decided he wanted to go to the university, where he could hone his craft, and get away from bad memories. There he met Grimbold, late one night while out walking. Eddie was immediately enamored. Something about his voice was so warm and comforting... fatherly. He promised Eddie gifts in exchange for Eddie's loyalty and service, to which Eddie eagerly agreed. All he had to do was loosen the screws on a bike so it makes a squeaky sound. Mostly harmless, right?
Position in the group:
As far as position goes, Eddie would be considered support. He wouldn't dare take a leadership role, any opposition would easily succeed. No, Eddie would much rather be in the back, quietly performing whatever task was required of him.
As far as relationships go:
Sloane:☯ Eddie doesn't mind Sloane. She pushes him around a little, but no different than most of the people he grew up with. He admires her ability to stand out and be proud. Also, he is attracted to her. Not her looks, necessarily, but the way she carries herself. Though he would never have the courage to say that out loud. Sloane might hit him.
Terry:☯ Terry is different from almost anyone Eddie's met from home. She doesn't really yell at or hit him, but he is still terrified of her. The way she looks right through him. She knows he's a coward, Eddie is sure of it. When they first made eye contact, it was like he was watching her read his life story, pulled from his eyes. And she didn't seem impressed. Or sympathetic. Or, anything at all, really.
Robert:♫ Eddie and Robert became friends soon after he moved to Tallshade. Robert could easily see the advantages of having a guy who has access to tools, and is easy to persuade, as a friend. Eddie is more willing to take Robert's side, easily taken in by his "plans".
Tobias:☯ Seems dangerous, but mostly leaves Eddie alone, which is fine by him.
Cara:☮ She's nice to Eddie, if not a little controlling. Sometimes she will give Eddie (strongly worded) advice on various aspects of his life. Eddie will usually go along with it, mostly because he's seen how she reacts to others taking control away.
Nick:☮ Eddie likes Nick's impulsiveness, and wants to look out for him, even though he doesn't seem like he needs it.
Nina:⚔ Eddie tries to avoid Nina whenever possible, just the same as Nina makes snide comments whenever possible.
Extra:
Eddie usually carries a few loose screws, nuts, and bolts in his shirt pocket. Never know when you'll need them, right? Also carries a phillips screwdriver in his right pocket. Can usually be seen carrying his toolbox, with an assortment of wrenches, drivers, a hammer, etc. Not a full set, being one that was scavenged over the years, so the tools are also usually in poor condition. Other than that, pretty standard young adult gear. Wallet, phone, etc.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
German Shepherd
Power:
Can give metal things static charge. Not enough to power anything, but enough to give people a zap when touched. Eddie can affect any metal object he can see in detail, so if he loses his glasses he can only affect objects he can touch. |
449 | 10 | 3 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Sloane Shields
Location: Entering Grimbold's cabin
Interacting with anyone already there & Terry
The tattoo artist had been out of town for the last week, and even worried she wouldn't be back on time for Grimbold's dinner. So, after returning to her own apartment, unpacking, feeding the cat, and freshening up, she rushed over. Bundled up against the cold February air, she finally arrived and knocked at the cabin door. Ever paranoid, Grimbold peered at her before opening the door with a welcoming smile--one that she returned. "Thank you, I got it," she assured as she walked in, taking care of her coat and scarf and hat and gloves... Sloane liked the silence of the cold winter air, but she was admittedly a freezebaby.
Warmth comforted her as she stepped further into the cabin. The fire crackled and she inhaled the aroma of a good homecooked meal. A rare, genuine smile came to the woman's face as she unwound the knitted scarf from her neck. Even the creepy skulls and the air of mystery was enjoyable to Sloane, though everyone here was a little weird in their own way. She certainly wasn't the only one. Her grin faded and she looked bored again as she shoved her gloves in her coat pocket.
After putting her outter layers away, the click of her heels announced her arrival as she stepped into the dining area, green eyes taking the lot in as they got comfortable. Despite being late, Sloane wasn't one to apologize. "Hello, lovelies," she greeted as she stalked over to the seat across from Terry and Robert. She offered a friendly nod to Terry before she stretched her colorful arm across the table to fill a bowl with soup. She seemed to ignore Eddie as she sat back, shoulders straight, legs crossed, arms crossed, and her hungry eyes on the soup in front of her. | You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art.
Personal Information
NAME
Sloane Shields
NICKNAMES
Ona: given to her by her grandfather, but only her immediate family wastes time giving her name an extra syllable.
Lo: she was first called this by her high school sweetheart and resents it being used by anyone else.
BIRTH DATE
November 21, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a light and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. Her nails are typically painted black, but are sometimes accented with whites, golds, reds, or purples as well. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well. In her heels, she stands over 6' tall and weighs about 140 lbs.
Notable tattoos: due to her dark skin, plain black tattoos are less than flashy. So she uses a lot of color in her work. On her left wrist is a compass, splattered with water color ink. The compass bleeds up her arm and into the rest of her sleeve. On the inside of her opposite arm is her first tattoo, gotten while taking Latin her freshmen year of high school: carpe noctem is scripted in hard, bold letters. This arm is sleeved, too, and compliments the phrase though overall it's not as colorful as her left arm. On her back is a decorated tree, decorated with reds and oranges. Finally, "1988" scripted on the side of her left ring finger. This is Winston's--her high school sweetheart's--birth year. These aren't all of her tattoos, but probably her most notable / important ones.
CLOTHING
A little athletic, a little slutty, all sexy: Sloane has a lean, beautiful body and she isn't afraid to show it off or the tattoos that decorate it. Her style can be described as a little grunge and a little street; she's always looks ready to go to a club. And unless she's working out, she's wearing heels.
Sample wardrobe: X X X X X X X X
Delving Deeper
♦ Ambitious ♦ Cold ♦ Creative ♦ Independent
PESONALITY
When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town. Her less-than-conservative style stands out in a small town and she welcomes rumors of her being in a cult or a witch or in a gang or anything.
LIKES
Animals
Art (tattoos, photography, paint, you name it)
Foreign movies
Tea
Dance and rap
Cities
DISLIKES
People (especially dull men)
Feeling dumb: she dropped out of high school so, while clever, she isn't educated. And this can lead her to feeling self conscious about her intelligence.
Fast food
Boy bands
Ross from FRIENDS
FEARS
Death
Weakness
Intimacy
HABITS
Playing with her hair
StaringDoodling if she has a pen or pencil in hand
BACKGROUND
Sloane was born to an interracial couple (most notably of Sudanese and Iranian descent among others), but was raised by her mother and grandfather. There isn't much else to be said for the early years of her life because she was raised happily and healthily. Her sense of style growing up scared away potential friends, as she tended to take on a gothic/emo appearance, but she was content. And she was particularly happy when her first boyfriend (who on the surface was an idiot but friendly jock) asked her out and they became an item. They were happy together for only about six months:
A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. With support from both their families, she had planned to raise it with him. However, he died in an accident and she put the baby up for adoption instead--this being her biggest regret and a decision she made out of grief. Then she dropped out of her sophomore year of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.
While other people studied through and graduated from high school, Sloane spent those years studying the art of tattoos. She was a fast learner and talented artist. And now, at 25, she owns her own tattoo shop and apartment above it: Ink Shields. It's of course popular with university students, but she gets both people travelling far and paid extra to leave town for her artwork.
It was soon after dropping out of high school that the Mentor appeared before her and gave her first task: key some guy's car. She was in a vulnerable place emotionally and psychologically, so she did. And the powers and the sense of family that came with them allowed her to toughen up and grow into the woman she is today.
RELATIONSHIPS
What I'm thinking so far (correct me if I'm mischaracterizing anyone):
Sloane can come off as the stern but caring big-sister type. However, the latter is a lot harder to see, and she has little patience for weaknesses in herself or others.
Terry: likes Terry enjoys her company as they have a lot of common--including the types of issues they face being a minority in a small town. She sees herself in Terry.
Eddie: she has nothing against Eddie personally, but he seems to lack spine. She's impatient and snippy with him, partly because he just lets her.
Robert: Finds him impulsive and obnoxious, but she knows there's more to him than that. He's not afraid to speak his mind, which she can at least respect.
Cara: she comes off as friendly enough, but Sloane has seen the control freak side as well. She doesn't really mind allowing Cara to do what she wants, it's usually harmless to her.
Toby: Dick. Sloane is p sure he's afraid of her since he doesn't always speak up. Makes her want to antagonize him more.
Nina: They're both powerful, confident, and ambitious. So alike that they clash: Nina is really the only other member she considers worthy of rivalry.
Nick: He's refreshing and bright--probably partly because he's the youngest of the group. But she admires his work and sees potential in Nick. Probably particularly protective of him.
Angel: She doesn't have a problem with Angel; the girl seems tough as nails and Sloane admires her confidence. She's not ignorant to the issues between her and Terry, though, and would like to see them get along.
Sky: Sloane was less than impressed with Sky when they first meant, but the woman's kindness and wisdom grew on her over time. And while she considers her a friend, she's also attracted to her as a person.
EXTRA
She has a Maine Coon named Nox. Her favorite color is deep red and she likes the scent of leather.
Song: Life in Her Yet by Rag’n’Bone Man and Muse by OCAD.
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
Sloane's deer form is, of course, black as coal. However, she's relatively large for what would be a female deer, but nothing impossible for the species. Ironically, deer--especially does--are docile creatures whereas Sloane is anything but; however, she shares its lean, graceful figure and long limbs.
POWER
Umbra: Sloane can darken and manipulate shadows to a small degree, creating what would otherwise be a trick of the eye. She has exercised control over the power; however, her mental state can easily affect her control. Rage or depression can cause the lights to flicker and dim. |
450 | 10 | 4 | 53 | 1,622 | Cara Osborne
Location; Home > Grimbold's cabin
Interacting With; Grimbold and anyone sitting at the table
'Of all the things to forget...' Cara sighed, shutting her apartment's front door behind her with a slam. She threw her bag off to the side, quickly checking her watch. She knew she was late, very late. Gandalf - I mean Grimbold - would probably not appreciate her tardiness, especially on the full moon.
Cara slid off her wedges, instead moving to her bedroom to change into something a lot more comfortable in order to meet the other critter-family at Grimbold's cabin for dinner. After fifteen minutes, Cara was dressed appropriately and feeling fresh, the stress from the morning medical lecture slowly draining as Cara returned to the front hallway, her hands in her hair trying to tie it into a bun.
Her apartment wasn't too far off from the forest, so Cara decided to hike it up to Grimbold's cabin instead. It took another twenty minutes, but she was finally there and knocking at the front door.
The door seemed to have opened almost immediately, as if Grimbold had been standing there the entire time. Cara gave him a charming smile, "Lectures, sorry." She vaguely explained, before slipping past the elderly man and towards the gathered group of misfits.
She took the seat beside Sloane, grabbing herself a serving of soup before sitting down. "So, did I miss anything important?" | Name:
Catherine Amaya Osborne
Nickname:
Cara
Birth Date:
November 7th
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Barely reaching 5'1" and weighing only 50kg (110lbs), Cara gives the impression of being cute and harmless. While she likes to be known as cute, harmless is something she's certainly not. The petite girl has an hourglass figure, hips wide but waist slender, usually maintained by her rapid metabolism and strict diet (other than chocolate, Cara can never resist anything chocolatey).
Cara has a dimple on her left cheek, an indication of her smiley nature. She also has a naturally tanned complexion, complementing her brown hair and eyes. Speaking of eyes, Cara has wide doe eyed brown orbs, giving her an innocent look which is framed with thick, dark eyebrows. She also has shoulder-length brown hair, thick and kept straight with overgrown fringes that frame her somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly.
Clothing Style:
Cara loves to dress up, no matter the occasion. She loves to wear various skirts and dresses, as long as it's chic and cute (to match her bubbly-looking appearance). She also likes experimenting with her clothes, so one day she may go for a bold design, or the other she'd wear something simple.
Make-up wise, Cara loves to define her eyes, either with some eyeliner or with dark eyeshadow. Lip colours vary depending on her mood or the situation, usually switching from naturals, pinks and bold reds.
Deeper
Likes:
Tea
Terrible romance drama films
Cycling
Reading
Chocolate
Dislikes:
Doing nothing
Coffee
People who call her a control freak
Anything cold
Debby-downers
Fears:
Losing control of her life
Suffocating
Letting people too close
Habits:
Tapping her fingers against surfaces
Playing with her hair
Pouting her lips while in thought
Personality:
♦ Kind ♦ Control Freak ♦ Blunt ♦ Stubborn ♦ Manipulative ♦
At first glance, people assume that Cara is docile and harmless, the cutesy one, if you will. However, Cara is anything but docile. She has been known to argue and stand by her points (and values) no matter what, her stubborn streak comparable to that of a boulder. Her stubbornness paired with her controlling personality can make her quite the unpleasant person to hang around with, most of the time. However, Cara refuses to acknowledge herself as a control-freak, that's one thing that would piss her off.
Cara is very confident, in herself and her abilities. She is also always found with a smile (whether its fake or genuine, people usually can't tell). Don't get fooled by her sweet smile, however, as Cara can potentially use her 'sweet, innocent appearance' to dupe people. Cara also likes to consider herself honest, but most of her 'honesty' is just the blunt truth. She never sugar-coats her words (unless she's fooling someone), her words usually unfiltered.
Overall, Cara can be nice when she needs to be, but piss her off and she can be a vindictive little bitch.
Background:
Born in the English countryside, in a small town where everyone knew everything, Catherine had a normal childhood. Or, as normal as one could get having seven older siblings. It wasn't like she was neglected or abused in the household, but Catherine knew that she wasn't the most wanted child. Having to compete with seven other children for any attention, Catherine developed into a loud, stubborn child that was hard to reason with unless she was bribed with chocolates.
Catherine was encouraged to pick up many hobbies, including dancing and painting alongside furthering her education. Most of her siblings were average students, Catherine included. However, the girl had found her calling in life: to be a surgeon, where she had the contol and power to save lives. The medicine path motivated the girl throughout her childhood and teenage years, making her a hard-working student and achieving good grades even though she wasn't a genius.
This remained until Cara finished her secondary education, achieving high grades - especially in science and maths. The girl, during her hunt for a university, stumbled on a town named Tallshade hidden within the forest. Liking the prospect of moving away from the stuffy town, Cara applied immediately for a medical course, before packing up and moving out as soon as she hit eighteen.
Cara performed well during the first few years of her medical degree, studying hard and maintaining her work ethic like back at home. Cara met The Mentor during one of her panic-study sessions at the local library. Funnily enough, the girl actually screamed out 'I wish I could get them to listen to me!' before she noticed The Mentor beside her. Offering her powers in exchange doing whatever he wanted, the girl accepted immediately.
That was a year ago, and now, Cara loves her life.
Position in the group:
Cara's desire for control means that she strives to be a leader, even if she's not the best person to lead a team. She likes to consider everybody in the group as friends, or at least some of them, but it doesn't mean that they're exempt to her blunt and bold personality.
☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || 💕 Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚡ Rivals || ⚔ Nemesis
☮ Eddie ☮
Sweet guy, but he just needs to stand up for himself. Cara likes Eddie enough to try and tame her bold personality so she doesn't scare him off (even if it's not much difference). Cara doesn't like Nina's tendancy to bully Eddie, which often results in her advising him on ways to defend himself - her advice usually coming out as forceful.
☯ Terry ☯
Cara appreciates her observant nature, knowing that her fake smiles don't work on the quiet girl. Cara tends to just stay away from Terry, more because she doesn't know how to approach her without losing her cool.
☮ Sloane ☮
Bold and proud, Cara definitely likes Sloane, acting friendly enough to her. If she were attracted to women, she would've been attracted to Sloane.
☯ Robert ☯
Robert's playful nature reminds her of an excitable puppy. Cara doesn't mind going along with many of his schemes, as long as she doesn't consider it stupid. Again, like with many of the others, Cara remains friendly with Robert, as long as he doesn't make her feel like she doesn't have control during his schemes.
☮ Toby ☮
He's quite the looker, but withdrawn. She doesn't know much about Toby, and while she's curious, she doesn't bother to ask. There is a possibility that Cara could be attracted to Toby, but its more of a physical thing, rather than an emotional one.
☮ Nick ☮
Like the little brother of the group, Cara can understand what its like to be the youngest sibling, but she doesn't baby Nick either, no matter how adorable he looks in his ferret form.
⚡ Nina ⚡
Nina and Cara have a hot and cold friendship: one day they could get along well enough to watch movies and hang out with each other, the next they could easily grate on each other's nerves.
☮ Angel ☮
Angel is one girl that Cara knows she can have a argument debate with, no matter how heated it may get due to their stubborn nature. Both also from England, Cara likes to think that the two are friends. She doesn't mind showing Angel around Tallshade, since Cara understands what its like to be new in a different environment.
Extra:
Cara speaks with a hint of a British accent, one of the only hints to her British background.
She's trying to give up smoking, after having a little health scare a while ago. powers:
Animal Form:
Power:
Cara has the ability to make people hear whispers. It's not her speaking, but just simple idle chatter as if someone is right behind them, even if no one is there. Serves as a great distraction tool during exam season, though. |
451 | 10 | 5 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Angeline "Angel" Hardwicke
Location; House o' Fun; Grimbold's cabin
Interacting With;Whoever
"I can't stop this feelin'.... deep inside of me.... girl you just don't realize.... what you do to me..."
Singing along - not too quietly - to her music, Angel grabbed her jacket from her chair, glancing in the mirror before leaving her bedroom. Not that this was necessarily first impressions, she still felt as thought people weren't too sure on how to judge her. Which meant impressions were still being made - ergo, her outfit was slightly more thought out this night. She was definitely feeling the rocker vibe tonight, despite the very jazzy and upbeat tunes of Blue Swede, and had dressed accordingly. Black leather jacket, ripped jeans, her favourite AC/DC vest, black boots, and dark make-up, she seemed good to go.
Walking downstairs, her boots made satisfying thuds on the hardwood flooring. She's probably nicked the floors more than once with her variety of heels, but Uncle James didn't particularly care. He didn't care about a lot of things - just as long as she and her brother didn't get involved with illegal activities or... y'know, died. Now, she knew for sure that her graffitiing and drinking of alcohol was breaking the law - but she was yet to come into contact with the police over it.
As for where she was going tonight, well... she doubted there were even laws that existed in the modern world regarding the strange little family she had recently found herself a part of.
Glancing at her watch, Angel stifled a sigh as she reached her front door - perfect. Late. Hopefully taking the dog for walkies was a good enough excuse for the old coot.
Despite her heels, it didn't take Angel all that long to make her way to the cabin - upon arrival, she was slightly out of breath, headphones dangling around her neck as she knocked on the door. Joan Jett could still be heard blaring from either speaker as she entered, offering up an apologetic smile to Grimbold for her lateness.
"I'll keep the jacket on, I think. I didn't really consider the cold when I was dressing myself earlier." She said with an easy smile towards the Mentor, and then taking her place at the table, beside Cara.
"Howdy all. Hope you didn't do anything fun without me." Grabbing a bowl of the soup as she talked, Angel was more than pleased that she had skipped dinner tonight. Homemade soup definitely trumped microwave chips. | Name:
Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:
Angel
Birth Date:
24th November
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:
Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
Cooking
Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
Chocolate
Day-dreaming
ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
Marvel
Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:
Marvel-bashers
Screamo or death metal
Messing up her paintings
Nosiness
Apathy
Slyness
Ignorance
The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:
Heights
Insects and arachnids
Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:
Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
Tapping out drum beats.
Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:
Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:
Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:
Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮ The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮ Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮ Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮ Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮ If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯ Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯ A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡ Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮ Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯ He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:
Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Black Coyote
Power:
Déjà Vu:
Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising. |
452 | 10 | 6 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Tobias Rieper
Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting with anyone sitting at the table
It was tiring really. Tobias had been working double shifts at his job, and now Grimbold wanted everyone to meet on one of the coldest days all year. Not exactly the break Tobias would get if he simply went home and slept the night away, but Grimbold was always persistent about these meetings, and he'd rather not have Grimbold show up at his apartment asking why he wasn't there.
After a short trek to the lonely cabin in the woods, Tobias meant to knock, but Grimbold was already there, opening the door for him. Creepy guy indeed. "Had to stay at work a bit to close, so I'm a bit late, I know." Entering the cabin, he could already tell everyone wasn't here yet. Robert, Eddie, Terry, Cara were already here. And Sloane, but Tobias would rather pretend she wasn't. His nerves would appreciate it if he didn't interact at all with her tonight. Work had already tested his patience, Tobias didn't need her to do so as well.
Tobias decided to stand next to Angel, hoping she and Cara would act as a buffer between him and Sloane. Also, it would ensure he wouldn't even have to look at Sloane at all tonight, as long as he didn't look to the side. The soup looked appetizing enough, but Tobias had eaten at work already, so he didn't take any of it for himself. Not to mention it would be a hassle to eat standing.
"Hey." Wasn't much of a greeting, but Tobias wasn't particularly close to anyone, so he felt it was adequate. | Tobias Rieper
“Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.”
Personal Information
NAME
Tobias Rieper
NICKNAMES
Toby
BIRTH DATE
October 13th, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Tobias's light blue eyes highlight his strongly german ancestry, if the pale white skin didn’t tip you off already. No makeup, nor any special hairdos, as one would expect from the average male, but has a beard/moustache. Tobias is exactly six feet tall, weighing around 170 pounds, fit as a fiddle, as his previous gang/prison lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to become weak. Tobias generally has a non expressive face, but he generally tries to smile for his own sake.
CLOTHING
Tobias doesn’t really wear anything too flashy in terms of his fashion, preferring to wear a simple jacket, jeans and some nikes. On occasion, he will wear a suit if he feels the situation requires it. And dress shoes too, because only a heathen would wear sneakers with a suit.
Delving Deeper
♦Thoughtful ♦ Calm ♦ All Talk ♦ Remorseful
PESONALITY
While Tobias used to be aggressive in the past, now he attempts to be calm and less confrontational. While his anger still has a short fuse, Tobias manages to keep it in check, at least for now. Conflict is something he is not afraid of, but will avoid violence at all costs.Tobias would willingly allow another person to beat him, as he feels fighting back would drive him back to his previous life. As such, he tries to talk and bluff his way out of tricky situations. He can be withdrawn at times, as Tobias learned in therapy to mentally remove himself from the picture if his anger is getting out of control.
LIKES
Peace and quiet
Snow
Structure
Cats/Dogs
DISLIKES
Tattoos
Drugs
Smug People
Physical Fighting
FEARS
loss of self control
Reversion to his precious lifestyle
Addiction
HABITS
Plays with his rosary a bit when in deep thought.
As stated before, has a habit of being withdrawn at random times.
BACKGROUND
Tobias was supposed to be the perfect model for the american dream. Four years of college, internship at a major accounting firm, steady and safe job. There was really nothing Tobias should have been complaining about, as he was practically set for life.
But privately, he hated the life. Tobias felt little purpose in his studies, and later, his internship. While his family had paid for his college, and their connections earned him the internship, Tobias felt empty. His dissatisfaction led to his membership in a gang. The drugs helped, and beating up some poor sucker on the wrong side of town gave him a different high. Tobias was hooked. The drugs made him feel immortal, beating up other people gave him purpose and thrills. The gang made use of him as an enforcer, to collect debts, participate in gang fights, you name it.
Ironically, Tobias was arrested for drug use/possession rather than being caught for beating people to near death. He was given three years in jail, losing his job, house, and his car. At first, Tobias blamed everything but himself for this sentence. The system, society, his circumstances. He constantly picked fights with other inmates to get a “high” again. After a year in prison, he “sobered” up and came to a different conclusion.
His downfall was his own fault. There was nothing else to blame. There was something twisted, dark in his head if he had to do drugs or fight to feel satisfied. The system worked exactly as it should have, society was right this time, and he could offer no realistic excuses to his behavior. Tobias started to turn his life around as best he could in prison. Tobias no longer fought, he spent time in drug therapy sessions, and even became a Catholic, attending mass at the prison ministry.
But as soon as he his sentence ended and he was let out, the empty feeling came back. Tobias tried to ignore the feeling, moving to a small town and acquiring a minimum wage job. He no longer cared much about the faith, ignoring it completely.
But a man approached him, and offered him another purpose in life. Grimbold, he called himself. Supposedly Tobias had a higher calling, and as long as he would be willing to follow. Tobias accepted, but there was something in the back of the head telling him this might not be any different from his previous gang lifestyle..
RELATIONSHIPS
Tobias probably comes off as the skeptic. The thinker of the group. He may take charge if no one else is willing.
☯Eddie☯ Weird guy, but nothing to hate him over. Tobias wonders why he’s in such a group however.
☯Teryn/Terry☯ Weird girl, but not as weird as Eddie. Not much to say about her as she rarely says much at all.
⚔Sloane⚔ Troublesome. While he may not backtalk to her, there are certainly times Tobias feels he might lose his temper with her and attempt to beat the living shit out of her. For this reason, Tobias acts cold to her in an attempt to get her to ignore him.
☯Robert☯ Too naive. Kind of reminds him of when he was younger, except with less angst, so he holds little ill will towards Robert.
☮Cara☮A bit on the short side, but she seems nice enough.
☯Nick☯Toby feels like he should say something about his illicit activities, but he feels he'd be a hypocrite considering he was no better at that age.
⚡Nina⚡Reminds him of Sloane.
EXTRA
None
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
A simple raccoon.
POWER
Can predict bad events, but has no idea of the severity/context, just that something bad will happen. |
453 | 10 | 7 | 652 | 587 | Location: Grimbold's Cabin
When people started arriving at the old man's cabin the feline moved into the shadows apparently going unnoticed as her intent.
Eddie and Teryn were the first to arrive. The slender black cat quietly watched as they sat at the table and ate Grimbold's vegetable soup. Lumpy four-eyed Eddie with his dirty sneakers and Teryn with her modelesque figure and shimmering black hair sat at the table with an empty chair between them. Eddie was the classic stereotypical nerd. He seemed to be a good guy with a good heart but never stood up for himself and thus made himself an easy target for those with more abrasive personalities. Teryn was confident enough in herself by all appearances but she could a little too strong-willed to the point of hardheadedness when it came to her opinions, even if proven wrong.
Robert soon arrived after them. If cat's could smile she would have when the young man with the long bangs entered. Out of the entire motley crew that had been brought together by old mysterious Grimbold she liked Robert the most. The young man had an adventurous spirit, and had a way of talking to people, of persuading them to help him in whatever plan he was concocting next. He was easy on the eyes too. If he would just cut back on the drinking.
Next to enter was the amazonian Sloane. The dark-skinned beauty was not only tall but lean and toned, and carried herself with an abundance of confidence. The black feline's green eyes narrowed as she watched the young tattoo artist make her way to the table to join the others. Despite Sloane's love of animals, she and the cat did not get along. Perhaps they were too alike in their near arrogant and vindictive natures.
Cute, petite Cara arrived almost immediately after Sloane. She was a beautiful young twenty-something girl with her brunette hair up in a tight bun, a curvaceous figure, and an enticing British accent. Shame she wasn't into girls. Then again, Cara could be more than a little bossy. She and the cat had a complex relationship, one that could be defined as frenemies. One day they could the best of friends while the next day could be determined to claw each other's eyes out.
Angeline followed a few moments after. The rocker chick with the gorgeous blue eyes was the newest member of the group, so new that the black feline didn't truly know that much about her. As for now, they got along just fine.
Then, came Tobias. Six foot tall, handsome and fit, looking as if he just walked out of a Clavin Klein ad. He and the cat didn't get along. She didn't know why, but they seemed to rub one another the wrong away. Still, it didn't stop the little animal from admiring boy from afar.
With the majority of the group here in the cabin, Nina finally decided to let her presence be known to the others. She had been the first to arrive, roughly fifteen minutes earlier than Eddie and Teryn. Having gotten into yet another fight with her mother and stepfather, the nineteen year old had little choice but to sneak out of her house in feline form. With her home towards the opposite end of town it took a while to reach Grimbold's cabin in the woods. When she finally arrived she was more than a little cold, and the old man quickly invited her inside to warm herself by the fireplace. Now, warm and rested, Nina silently padded towards the table, not making a sound as she weaved through the chairs and table legs, rubbing herself against Tobias in greeting. Yeah, they really didn't along, but he was hot. She did the same with Cara and Angel, sliding against their legs underneath the table. Ignoring Sloane and Eddie, Nina made her may to the opposite side of the table to greet Teryn and Robert in the same way, rubbing the side of her sleek little feline body against there legs, her long black tail up in the air. | -- |
454 | 10 | 8 | 1,713 | 314 | Robert Taylor
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Teryn , Eddie and Nina
Somewhat taken aback by Teryn's reaction, Robert was glad she still poured him some soup. Actions always meant more than words. Technically you are my server right now. He thought as she took his bowl. Her other comments he just ignored. "I take it you had a rough day then." He said half to her and half to himself. He still had no idea why she was acting like this. And the different forces inside him, like his curiosity for her and his pride, were a frustrating combination. But tonight he was not in the mood to play this game. So he was glad his friend showed up right on time.
"Thanks" He told Teryn with a wink, that he assumed would probably piss her off.
Robert made some space for Eddie as he came to sit between him and his soup-server. It was unclear whether Eddie had chosen that position strategically, or whether it was just a random move. But Rob was thankful nevertheless. "Hey Eddie, good to see you!" He said as he fistumped his homie. "It was boring as usual. There was a guy who just wouldn't respect the silence rule. So I made him fall from his chair. It made a lot of noise. After that he was too embarrased to say anything else. So yeah.. that was the most exciting part of my day." He ended with a sigh. It was actually pretty pathetic.
"So how was college today?"
Robert started eating while he listened to Eddie's answer. It worked miracles on his mood. Good food after a long day, nothing better.
"You should try the soup" he said to Eddie while glancing at Teryn, who was in a way better position than he was, to help his friend to the delicious meal..
Something rubbed against his leg. Looking under the table, Robert saw the familiar black cat greeting him. "Hi Nina!" He said while petting her. It was a weird thing to do with humans, but in animal form it became way more natural. To him at least, it was a form of friendly communication. "Did Grimbold bring you the clothes? I can get them for you if you want." | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
455 | 10 | 9 | 426 | 102 | Daniel Reyes
Location: Castle Street Cafe > Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Grimbold and anyone already at the cabin
Daniel hated doing inventory. He hated his worthless manager even more. Releasing a heavy sigh, he placed the last box of cream and sugar on the shelf. Grabbing the clipboard from the counter, he finished checking off the last couple items, thinking back in frustration how his manager had "volunteered" Daniel to assist in end of the month inventory then running off to an "important appointment". Daniel wasn't stupid. He had overheard his manager talking to some of the other employees earlier that day about a party. Taking one final glance through the checklist, a sly smirk ghosted his lips as a rebellious thought popped in his head. He didn't know if it was because of his exposure to Grimbold and the group over the years, but his subtle acts of rebellion were becoming more frequent it seemed. Erasing a checkmark, he instead wrote, "Expired, one box" next to an item and signed off on the list. Setting the clipboard back in it's rightful spot under the register, Daniel grabbed his jacket and a box from the back before leaving the cafe, locking the door behind him.
It was a cold February evening, the stars twinkling overhead while the full moon illuminated the cobblestone streets in shimmering shades of silver. Tonight they were to meet at Grimbold's cabin. Checking his watch, he knew he was already running late but he couldn't really bring himself to care. Daniel had been making the trek through the woods at the edge of town for the better part of five years already and figured he had earned himself some leniency at least. Shoving his free hand into his jacket pocket for warmth and adjusting his hold on the box in his hand, Daniel took his time walking, enjoying the silence of the crisp winter evening.
Twenty minutes later found him at the door to the all-too familiar cabin. He knocked twice and waited. It didn't take long for the wizened old man to open the door and let him in with a warm smile. Daniel handed him the box in his arms and hung up his jacket on the hook by the door. At Grimbold's questioning look, Daniel merely shrugged and said,
"A gift from the Cafe," as the sweet smell of cakes wafted from the box.
Daniel gave a brief wave in the direction of the group as he took a seat at the table, quietly serving himself a bowl of soup. | Name:
Daniel Anton Reyes
Nickname:
Danny
Birth Date:
June 3rd
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Daniel hides his emotions behind a veil of sea green eyes and controlled expressions. His perfectly arched eyebrows and flawless skin are merely a reflection of his upbringing and the mask his father unknowingly created. The only true expression of himself is the wild nature of his messy brown hair and small smiles he sometimes allows himself to show. Danny is average height for his age, standing at 5’8” and has a lean muscular build.
Clothing Style:
Not liking to stand out, his wardrobe consists mostly of simple neutral colored button-ups with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of comfortable jeans, dark blue or black. His shoe of choice is a pair of black high-top Converse. The only indication of his rebellious nature is a black studded belt he wears around his waist.
Delving Deeper
Guarded ♦ Observant ♦ Wary ♦ Rebellious
Background & Personality (because I believe it takes one to determine the other):
From a young age Daniel has learned to create a different outward persona dependent upon what the situation calls for at the time. Being raised in upscale Paris by his father, money, and a prestigious name to boot, appearances were everything. Social functions, garden parties, hosting important people from around the world. These were but a few examples of Daniel’s childhood. While other children his age were fussing over skinned knees and the newest video game, young Daniel was expected to be seen but not heard. Raised to be the heir to eventually take over his father’s company; composed, reserved, only speak when spoken to, everything you do elegant and refined. Everything was fine at first because he didn’t know any different. It was simply the world he lived in. But as he reached his teenage years Daniel’s observant nature started telling him a different story. A story of cloaks-and-daggers, false smiles and pretty lies. Friendly conversation was only a guise for some deeper ill intent. All the pretty gowns and well-tailored suits he had admired as a child became loud exclamations of one’s wealth and nothing more. His father’s stern lectures and strict instructions for Daniel’s upbringing turned out to be no more than a business plan for his future heir. There was no longer any warmth in his father’s eyes nor kindness in his words. If they had ever been there to begin with Daniel no longer trusted himself to know. He lost trust in people and closed himself off, becoming wary of the deeper meaning behind their intentions. This also led to a rebellious streak in Daniel. Not the kind of hell-raising rebellion they show in movies, but the more subtle rebellion of not listening to orders or making a rude comment to a guest while he knew his father was watching. However, these rebellious outbursts were few and far between as he didn’t like bringing more attention to himself than was necessary. He already had enough of that as it is.
Hating the idea of being his father’s puppet and being no more than a pretty face with a powerful name, Daniel decided to run away when he turned 18. Saving up his allowance over the years and claiming his inheritance at his coming of age party granted him the ability to do just that. He sat through the tutoring sessions his father arranged and continued to smile gracefully at his father’s side. When the time finally came, under the cloak of darkness while the mansion slept, Daniel packed as much clothing and various necessities as he could fit in a backpack and fled. He hailed a taxi to the airport and bought the soonest ticket out of Paris.
This led him to Tallshade, a tiny town in America nestled between a huge forest at the base of a mountain. The perfect sense of seclusion he had been looking for. Seemingly isolated from the rest of the world, it gave Daniel the freedom to make a new life for himself. However, he learned real quick how unforgiving the world can be. He also soon realized that he didn’t really possess a true identity for himself. Having grown up in the shadow of his father and knowing nothing other than what he had been taught, who was he now that he was free from all that? Who was Daniel Reyes when we wasn’t acting the perfect model son? He had a collection of “masks” and nothing more.
He settled down in a modest apartment and stashed his money somewhere out of sight. Daniel didn’t want to have to rely on his namesake to get what he needed but having it readily available gave him a security blanket to fall back on should he need it. He did odd jobs around town, took a couple random classes at the local university, anything to give him a sense of purpose in a world that was foreign to him. The one thing he was grateful for however, was all the language classes his father made him take. He couldn’t imagine how much of a nightmare arriving in a new country would be not knowing the language. He spoke with a subtle French accent but was able to be understood by the locals well enough.
Daniel met Grimbold one night when he decided to take a late night walk to clear his head. He had been feeling especially lost lately and homesick in a Stockholm’s Syndrome sort of way. He rationalized this by telling himself it was the security of familiarity and structure that he missed. Settled down amongst the grass in a clearing in the woods, he stared up at the stars and wished for things he couldn’t have. Almost as if in answer, The Mentor appeared as quiet as a whisper and promised him freedom and power, among other things. He had been chosen for a reason, Grimbold told him. There were others too. The only condition was to serve him whenever Daniel was called upon. That almost caused Daniel to deny the old man on the spot. Here was another puppetmaster looking to take hold of Daniel’s severed strings. However, Daniel couldn’t sense any hidden agendas or twisted ideals from the man and the promise of purpose and a place to belong was too strong a temptation to ignore. Looking back on it now, Daniel should’ve seen it as an omen, something too good to be true. He was right back at square one, taking orders from a higher power for some unknown greater purpose. But 5 years later Daniel finds himself working as a barista at the local coffeehouse, still obeying The Mentor’s wishes when the time came.
Likes:
People-watching
Being around people but not overly interacting with them
Books/Reading
Running
Pastries/Bread
Dislikes:
Bringing unnecessary attention to himself
Being forced to do something
Alcohol and the loss of control it provides
Sycophants, brown-nosers
Anything that reminds him of his past life
Fears:
Losing purpose
Removing his “mask”
Getting close to anyone and getting hurt
Being found and brought back to Paris
Habits:
Tends to fake smiles out of habit due to his upbringing
Closes his eyes when a situation makes him feel uncomfortable
Leaves unannounced to go for a run to clear his head, sort his thoughts
Night owl and suffers from slight insomnia
Position in the Group:
Hangs out in the background to observe others. Doesn’t trust easily and even though he’s been in this for the better part of 5 years, Daniel still feels like everyone is merely an acquaintance and prefers to keep it that way. He’ll never admit it aloud but he’s afraid of letting others in. He admires everyone in the group, mostly for things he feels he lacks, but feels safer keeping everyone in neutral standing and only working together as a team if it’s absolutely necessary.
☯ Eddie – Seems nice enough. Appreciates his honesty.
☯ Teryn – Feels he can relate with her on an indirect level due to both their tendencies to not trust easily. She can sometimes come off as rude or defensive but he can respect that she has her reasons as he has his.
☯ Sloane – He admires her sense of individuality and confidence.
☯ Robert – Seems like a troublemaker but Daniel can appreciate his sense of adventure and spontaneity.
☯ Tobias – Feels almost as if they could be twin brothers but will not openly acknowledge this.
☯ Cara – He knows all too well of her fake smiles and pretty words and sees her as an annoying little sister-type.
☯ Nick – Jealous of his carefree nature and lack of worry of what the future might bring.
☯ Nina – Likes her confidence but gets annoyed by her spoiled attitude towards others. Enjoys having someone to talk to in his native language.
☯ Angel – Intrigued by her ability to blend in and relate to anybody. Thankful for her humor that quickly diffuses tense situations.
☯ Sky – Respects her maturity and feels like she would listen the most if he ever felt the need to confide in someone.
Dark Powers:
Animal Form:
Black Bat
Power: Echolocation
Being able to cause headaches from as minor as a constant throbbing to as severe as vertigo, dizziness and a loss of balance.
Much like how bats use echolocation by creating a sound and processing the information they receive from the echo, Daniel uses his power by whistling while maintaining line of sight with his target. He is also able to determine the severity of the target's headache by changing the pitch of his whistle. Prolonged use of his power causes Daniel to become extremely fatigued.
EDIT: Updated information on how Daniel uses his power. |
456 | 10 | 10 | 652 | 587 | Nina Constantine
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Robert
"Hi Nina!" greeted Robert from beneath his bangs as reached down and gave Nina a little pet which she welcomed with a tiny mew. When she first was able to transform into a cat Nina had been hesitant to let anyone touch her. As a rule, the nineteen didn't like to be touched unless the touch was invited. But, then Grimbold picked her up in his warm arms, cuddling and gently rubbing her, and before she knew it Nina was purring. So now, Nina was a little less wary when it came to letting people pet her while a feline.
The one down side to transforming from human to feline was that Nina lost her clothing. She either had to undress beforehand or wiggle her way out of them after transforming. Tonight she has stripped before changing, opening and leaning upon her window so after she could jump out of her room through the window with ease. Nina's bedroom was on the second story of her family's large home so her window lead to the roof. From the roof Nina the cat padded over to the large fir tree beside her home, her footsteps inaudible. An effortless jump from the roof to the closest branch, taking but a couple seconds to steady herself before carefully leaping down to the next branch. And then the next. And the next. Until she was close enough to leap down to the ground below. Nina was well practiced at descending the tree for she had done it quite a few times in the roughly two years she had been blessed by Grimbold's gift.
"Did Grimbold bring you the clothes?" asked Robert. "I can get them for you if you want." Nina had thought about simply remaining in her current shape for the rest of her time in the cabin tonight, perhaps in curled up in someone's lap. But, after a moment decided she should join the others at the table properly.
Walking away from Robert and the the others with her long towards the shadowy room where Grimbold kept the extra clothing, her thin tail in the air, Nina began to revert to her human form. Her figure started to lengthen. Silky black fur seemly gave way to her natural lightly tanned Caucasian skin tone, except for the top of her head. Upon her head feline fur turned to human hair and grew and an uncanny rate. By the time Daniel Reyes entered the cabin and made his way to the table Nina was fully transformed and quite naked. Her backside towards the table as she sashayed slowly toward the room. Her long dark hair tickled the middle of her bare back, the light from the fireplace giving her heart-shaped derriere a beautiful orange glow. Her hips swayed flirtatiously with every movement of her endless legs. Looking back over her shoulder she smirked at Robert. "I can handle it, Mr Fox," she said sweetly. And then, Nina disappeared into the room. | -- |
457 | 10 | 11 | 2,235 | 2,290 | Skylar Montgomery
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Anyone at the table
Sky washed her hands in the bathroom sink before looking at herself in the mirror. Moving a red lock of hair behind her ear she looked carefully at herself. Was she really turning 22 in six days? "I'm glad my twenties are looking better than my teen years." Sky thought to herself before leaving the bathroom.
In moment she was sitting down again at the table and it wasn't long before everyone started to arrive. She herself had gotten to the cabin early as her shift at work had been from 8am to 5pm. Not the best hours in the world due to how much of a night owl she is but they worked for tonight. Now-a-days she found herself waiting for nights like this. While she saw a lot of these guys around town and talked to each other often, it was different being together as a group.
Serving herself some of the soup Grimbold made she started to eat. The soup was nice with how cold it was getting outside. The trek up here could be very cold at times. To her the cold was welcomed as the heat and harshness of summer made her annoyed. The soup was a nice way to warm up though and made sure no one was hungry when the meeting came around.
As time went on she was sitting next to Sloane and across from Foxy, Eddie, and Terry. Nina, Angel, and Cara sitting on the side of the table she was on. Toby took a seat amoung the group and it seemed like everyone was almost here.
Sky watched as a black cat came out from under the table and transformed back into Nina. Being in the group, she's started to not really mind if some became randomly naked around her. It wasn't like you could transform and still have clothes on. When she did transform however she didn't want anyone to really see her when she untransformed.
"Sloane, how's your day been?" Sky asked wanting to start joining in on the conversations. | Name:
Skylar Jane Montgomery
Nickname:
Sky or Fawn
Birth Date:
February 28
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Unlike the slim figures of all the other women in the Montgomery family Sky got more of a curvy figure. Along with being 5"2 and having unusual grey eyes it was safe to say she stuck out a bit compared to her four sisters. Freckles dot her face and body being something she loathed as a child and something she`s come to find as apart of who she is as an adult. The sun is usually an enemy because of her pale skin color. Her hair is naturally red and is curly and thick. She`s learned after cutting it short once that it`s best to leave it long, it`s a untamable beast. The redness in her hair varies by season, in summer months it turns copper due to the sun, in winter it turns a crimson red color(her preferred color of her hair). When it comes to make up she would rather skip it for a more natural look, though she does like lipstick. Even though she hides it, because mostly everyone in the group finds her to be the innocent one, she has a tattoo of a broken heart on the right side of her ribcage. The reason behind this tattoo no living soul knows, no one even knows she has it.
Clothing Style:
Sky`s clothing choices vary by how she feels. On a Friday she might be feeling a edgy black dress with three inch wedges while on a Monday she`d be wearing a white sundress with a light pink sweater. There are also the days where she dresses up like what she calls "witchy" or "hippy" styles. You can be assured whatever she`d wearing always has a necklace though and if she`s not feeling well sweat pants usually follow.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Music
Coffee
Strawberry pastries
Literature
Cats
Art
Dislikes:
Rap
Dishonesty
Cherry anything
Body shaming
Public Speaking
Drugs
Fears:
Abandonment
Hurting other people
Alienation
Always being seen as the little sister
Habits:
When she`s nervous she`ll often start spinning her necklace or a piece of jewelry she`s wearing at the time.
As she gets excited she goes from speaking normally to loudly.
Whenever she`s uncomfortable she puts her hair into a ponytail.
Often stays up way too late at night.
Personality:
♦ Clumsy ♦ Wise ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Understanding
Even as a child most people said she was far beyond her years and as she reached her teen years people started to say she was the wise old woman in a teenager`s body. She tries to understand someone before she says anything against them. This leads to her being very trusting and understanding towards others. The advice she gives to problems is usually a lot more than someone her age should be able to give. It`s also one of her biggest downfalls as others can betray her quite easily. In all she`s rather clumsy and lightheaded, someone could tell her something and she`d forget it in two seconds. This has always been something she`s hated because while she`s very smart no one can see that with how forgetful and sporadic her nature is. In sad situations she feels rather uncomfortable, because while she tries her best to comfort someone she always feels like she`s doing everything wrong. Even though she looks down on herself a lot she does have confidence in her decisions and she believes that believing in yourself is the best thing you can do. She does feel like the owl represents her a lot. Like the owl she prefers being up all night than being awake during the day. It`s also seen as a wise creature and has aspects that she wants for herself, to be more precise and strong are two of them.
Background:
In her family there`s five daughters, Sky being the youngest. Meaning her childhood was full of hand-me-downs and often being misplaced. Her oldest sister Delilah is seven years older than her. The second and third daughters, Mary and May, are twins and are six years from Sky. Jamie who`s the closest to Sky at only two years apart. When Sky was born her parents had been hoping to finally have a boy. She`s always felt like her father didn`t approve of her because of this. The Montgomery family is known for being a very rich and successful family in a town a few towns away from Tallshade. As she grew up she had trouble trying to convince people she wasn`t a snob like they tried to make her believe. Many people bullied her for her intelligence and the difference of her looks compared to her sisters. Even her sisters would laugh and joke about how she was adopted. It really did make her feel like she had no one, her parents were always working, and it was very easy to just isolate herself in their huge house. Due to all of this she fell into depression and at some points self harmed.
In high school she got involved in a lot of bad groups. She often snuck out to get high or drunk with people she thought were her friends. It wasn`t until she was almost 18 that things went completely downhill. At a party she overdosed unintentionally. If the cops hadn`t broken up the party a few minutes later she would have died. In the hospital her family didn`t have anything nice to say to her and only yelled at her for being so irresponsible. They sent her off to a clinic for 6 months and she was released when she turned 18. Instead of going back to her family she broke off all ties to them. She got a job and lived in a small apartment till she finished high school and got a broken heart tattooed on the right side of her ribs. She saved up money and moved to Tallshade to go to college as soon as she had enough money. It was a step by step process.
The day she got to Tallshade she went to the Castle Street Café and ordered a cup of coffee and some breakfast. The things she owned were in a small suitcase next to her in the booth. As she sat there silently reading her book an older man came and sat across from her in the booth and ordered a drink from the waitress before looking at her. Sky asked him who he was and they eventually got into a conversation about her life somehow. She found out his name was Grimbold and he asked her if she wanted a way to completely change her life and be in an actual family for once, as long as she did what he said. It took awhile but she agreed and he told her to walk out of the shop and not pay for her coffee or breakfast. It was history after that and she`s been with the group for three years now. She finally has a place where she can be herself.
Relationships:
Sky thinks of the entire group as her family. As such she has compassion and understanding for all of them. Most she considers as friends and even if she doesn`t feel too confident in a member of their family she still treats them with respect and gives them the benefit of the doubt.
☮ Eddie ☮ - Eddie is a good guy, she finds it interesting to watch him tinker, and talking about fiction books is always fun. Sky always tries to convince him to like cats more. He`s the person she goes too to talk about the books she`s reading at the time.
☯ Terry ☯ - In Sky`s eyes Terry is alright, her observant nature makes her an okay person to talk too, although her crude nature sometimes makes her a bit uncomfortable.
☮ Sloane ☮ - When they first met she knew the woman didn`t think too highly of her, some friendships start out a bit rocky though. In present day she finds Sloane to be a very good friend of hers, even if they don`t agree on rap music.
☮ Rob(Foxy) ☮ - Foxy as she likes to call him. She likes to think of him like the older brother she never had as his middle name happens to be her last name. Like her she also values how he thinks of them like a family.
♥ Toby ♥ - Ever since she met him Sky`s always had a crush on Toby. At first she thought it was just his looks and tried to talk herself out of it. As she got to know him more she found to really like his calm nature and that he himself also had some bad experiences with drugs and such, in which she could relate.
⚡ Cara ⚡ - Cara makes Sky feel rather uneasy. While she seems very nice Sky can feel the other side of her personality and has seen it a few times. This rather scares her. On the outside Sky is usually very nice to her however.
☮ Nick ☮ - Much like most of the group she sees Nick as a younger brother. She likes that if either of them aren`t feeling talkative the other person can rant as long as they want. It can also just be a conversation or sitting in silence.
☯ Nina ☯ - At first Nina seemed like the type of person Sky would never be on great terms with. She was the queen bee in high school while Sky had been the rebellious/druggy girl. As time went on she`s started to become perfectly fine with her. Even if she`s hot tempered and can be rather hard to work with Nina does protect those she cares for and Sky admires that.
☮ Angel ☮ - Angel`s compassion is what Sky appreciates the most about her. Even though she went through some hard stuff in life she still jokes and laughs. In Sky`s eyes she`s the person to go to if you`re having a bad day.
☯ Danny ☯ - Sky can't say she knows Danny too much. He was here before she was. Danny keeps to himself but he's not a bad person at all. She does trust him even if they don't know a ton about eachother.
Extra:
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
pic of animal form goes here
power:
She can hear the darker parts of someone's mind. Regrets, pain, dark secrets, are just a few. When she uses this power it causes paranoia in the victim. Even though she is kindhearted and understanding the old dark side of her understands a lot of the thoughts she receives. |
458 | 10 | 12 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Sloane Shields
Location: Grimbold's cabin
Interacting with Sky
Sloane had been relatively quiet while people entered, occasionally throwing a nod at the newest person to enter the cabin and listening to the conversations around her. Until, oddly, the table fell relatively silent and she cocked an eyebrow, spoon of soup half way to her mouth. She lowered it back into the bowl and glanced over at Nina, who had taken on her human form. Damn, she was gorgeous if insufferable. The thought brought a smirk to her face, and Sloane watched unapologetically as Nina disappeared into the next room. Amused but rolling her eyes, SLoane turned back to the table just as Sky spoke up.
"Long," she answered after clearing her throat. "I just got off the bus an hour ago." It wasn't news to anyone that Sloane tended to be in and out of Tallshade, her artwork one of the very few things that put the small town on the map. If it weren't for Grimbold and the family she made here, Sloane wouldn't still be here at all. She glanced to Sky finally, reminding herself of a third reason to stick around. She sighed, a little tired, a little exasperated with herself and leaned forward again. "What about you?" | You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art.
Personal Information
NAME
Sloane Shields
NICKNAMES
Ona: given to her by her grandfather, but only her immediate family wastes time giving her name an extra syllable.
Lo: she was first called this by her high school sweetheart and resents it being used by anyone else.
BIRTH DATE
November 21, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a light and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. Her nails are typically painted black, but are sometimes accented with whites, golds, reds, or purples as well. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well. In her heels, she stands over 6' tall and weighs about 140 lbs.
Notable tattoos: due to her dark skin, plain black tattoos are less than flashy. So she uses a lot of color in her work. On her left wrist is a compass, splattered with water color ink. The compass bleeds up her arm and into the rest of her sleeve. On the inside of her opposite arm is her first tattoo, gotten while taking Latin her freshmen year of high school: carpe noctem is scripted in hard, bold letters. This arm is sleeved, too, and compliments the phrase though overall it's not as colorful as her left arm. On her back is a decorated tree, decorated with reds and oranges. Finally, "1988" scripted on the side of her left ring finger. This is Winston's--her high school sweetheart's--birth year. These aren't all of her tattoos, but probably her most notable / important ones.
CLOTHING
A little athletic, a little slutty, all sexy: Sloane has a lean, beautiful body and she isn't afraid to show it off or the tattoos that decorate it. Her style can be described as a little grunge and a little street; she's always looks ready to go to a club. And unless she's working out, she's wearing heels.
Sample wardrobe: X X X X X X X X
Delving Deeper
♦ Ambitious ♦ Cold ♦ Creative ♦ Independent
PESONALITY
When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town. Her less-than-conservative style stands out in a small town and she welcomes rumors of her being in a cult or a witch or in a gang or anything.
LIKES
Animals
Art (tattoos, photography, paint, you name it)
Foreign movies
Tea
Dance and rap
Cities
DISLIKES
People (especially dull men)
Feeling dumb: she dropped out of high school so, while clever, she isn't educated. And this can lead her to feeling self conscious about her intelligence.
Fast food
Boy bands
Ross from FRIENDS
FEARS
Death
Weakness
Intimacy
HABITS
Playing with her hair
StaringDoodling if she has a pen or pencil in hand
BACKGROUND
Sloane was born to an interracial couple (most notably of Sudanese and Iranian descent among others), but was raised by her mother and grandfather. There isn't much else to be said for the early years of her life because she was raised happily and healthily. Her sense of style growing up scared away potential friends, as she tended to take on a gothic/emo appearance, but she was content. And she was particularly happy when her first boyfriend (who on the surface was an idiot but friendly jock) asked her out and they became an item. They were happy together for only about six months:
A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. With support from both their families, she had planned to raise it with him. However, he died in an accident and she put the baby up for adoption instead--this being her biggest regret and a decision she made out of grief. Then she dropped out of her sophomore year of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.
While other people studied through and graduated from high school, Sloane spent those years studying the art of tattoos. She was a fast learner and talented artist. And now, at 25, she owns her own tattoo shop and apartment above it: Ink Shields. It's of course popular with university students, but she gets both people travelling far and paid extra to leave town for her artwork.
It was soon after dropping out of high school that the Mentor appeared before her and gave her first task: key some guy's car. She was in a vulnerable place emotionally and psychologically, so she did. And the powers and the sense of family that came with them allowed her to toughen up and grow into the woman she is today.
RELATIONSHIPS
What I'm thinking so far (correct me if I'm mischaracterizing anyone):
Sloane can come off as the stern but caring big-sister type. However, the latter is a lot harder to see, and she has little patience for weaknesses in herself or others.
Terry: likes Terry enjoys her company as they have a lot of common--including the types of issues they face being a minority in a small town. She sees herself in Terry.
Eddie: she has nothing against Eddie personally, but he seems to lack spine. She's impatient and snippy with him, partly because he just lets her.
Robert: Finds him impulsive and obnoxious, but she knows there's more to him than that. He's not afraid to speak his mind, which she can at least respect.
Cara: she comes off as friendly enough, but Sloane has seen the control freak side as well. She doesn't really mind allowing Cara to do what she wants, it's usually harmless to her.
Toby: Dick. Sloane is p sure he's afraid of her since he doesn't always speak up. Makes her want to antagonize him more.
Nina: They're both powerful, confident, and ambitious. So alike that they clash: Nina is really the only other member she considers worthy of rivalry.
Nick: He's refreshing and bright--probably partly because he's the youngest of the group. But she admires his work and sees potential in Nick. Probably particularly protective of him.
Angel: She doesn't have a problem with Angel; the girl seems tough as nails and Sloane admires her confidence. She's not ignorant to the issues between her and Terry, though, and would like to see them get along.
Sky: Sloane was less than impressed with Sky when they first meant, but the woman's kindness and wisdom grew on her over time. And while she considers her a friend, she's also attracted to her as a person.
EXTRA
She has a Maine Coon named Nox. Her favorite color is deep red and she likes the scent of leather.
Song: Life in Her Yet by Rag’n’Bone Man and Muse by OCAD.
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
Sloane's deer form is, of course, black as coal. However, she's relatively large for what would be a female deer, but nothing impossible for the species. Ironically, deer--especially does--are docile creatures whereas Sloane is anything but; however, she shares its lean, graceful figure and long limbs.
POWER
Umbra: Sloane can darken and manipulate shadows to a small degree, creating what would otherwise be a trick of the eye. She has exercised control over the power; however, her mental state can easily affect her control. Rage or depression can cause the lights to flicker and dim. |
459 | 10 | 13 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Angel Hardwicke
Location; Merlin's Shack Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Cara
As the others soon piled into the cabin, Angel regarded them somewhat curiously as she ate. Tobias entered soon after her, standing nearby rather than sitting. The guy ticked all the boxes for tall, dark and handsome. However, he took the 'dark' bit just a little too far into the realm of mystery. Fair enough that she herself didn't know much about him - Angel hadn't been in the town for three months, if that. However, she had the strange inkling he was a mystery to the rest of the group as well.
Cara seemed to be the closest to him, from what she could tell - but then again, Cara was a total sweetheart in Angel's eyes. On her first meeting she'd been surprised to find a fellow English gal among all the yanks. Not that she had many ties left to England, other than an insane father and dead mother, but Hell, the surprise was a nice one all the same.
"Girl knows how to put up her own in an argument too." She added as an afterthought.
As for the others, they seemed cool. Robert was definitely someone to rock out with sometime. Sloane - obviously an epic artist, if her tattoos were anything to judge her by. Eddie... well, he hadn't really made many impressions on her, good or bad.
Grabbing a breadroll from the middle of the table, Angel broke it in half as she continued her own recap of her new "family". Teryn... Hmm. Well, the less said about her, the better. Fair to say, their first meeting hadn't gone swimmingly. In Angel's eyes, anyhow.
Glancing up as Daniel entered, followed swiftly by Skylar, she sent the latter a bright smile. Skylar was another friend she had made swiftly, finding her more than easy to talk to. As for Daniel - well, therein lay another enigma. The boy was harder to figure out than Toby.
And then Nina appeared - or rather, made herself more known. In the most revealing manner possible.
Now, Angel wasn't all too used to the whole shape-shifting thing. She'd shifted all of five times, and she was still learning how to run properly on all fours without eating a face full of dirt each time. Additionally, the whole naked thing was a surprise.
Yes, she had foolishly believed that clothes shifted with the body, Harry Potter style, because hey, with all the magic shit she'd been introduced to, it wasn't too hard to believe. Therefore, it had been surprising.
As it was now, seeing Nina's perfectly shaped ass staring at all of them. An unpleasant sight? Not really. It wasn't the first naked girl Angel had seen before. But for it to appear rather suddenly while enjoying a bowl of soup and a half-eaten bread roll, it caused Angel to avert her eyes for a few moments, stifling a giggle. Because when shown a full moon, naturally one has to find humour in it.
"Jeez, I really need to get used to this whole "going commando" thing we got going here." She said with a grin to Cara, sitting beside her. | Name:
Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:
Angel
Birth Date:
24th November
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:
Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
Cooking
Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
Chocolate
Day-dreaming
ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
Marvel
Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:
Marvel-bashers
Screamo or death metal
Messing up her paintings
Nosiness
Apathy
Slyness
Ignorance
The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:
Heights
Insects and arachnids
Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:
Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
Tapping out drum beats.
Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:
Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:
Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:
Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮ The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮ Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮ Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮ Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮ If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯ Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯ A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡ Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮ Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯ He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:
Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Black Coyote
Power:
Déjà Vu:
Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising. |
460 | 10 | 14 | 53 | 1,622 | Cara Osborne
Location; Grimbold's cabin
Interacting With; Angel
The feeling of fur brushing Cara's bare leg caused her to almost jolt in her seat. Cara knew she should've expected it, seeing as she's known this group of misfits for almost a year by now. Instead of peering down under the table, Cara moved her leg back in response, knowing that the furry creature below had already gone to greet other people in her odd way.
Robert's greeting to the feline shifter confirmed Cara's suspicions, a grin on her face as she realised that Nina would not have any clothes on if she shifted back in front of everyone. The situation would possibly be hilarious, seeing everyone's reactions. Cara snickered at the thought. Over time, Cara had come to love the group as her family, trusting them more than her true family back home even though she's only known the shifting family for a year.
Just like how Cara's imagination played out, Nina transformed back to her human self, quite proudly in front of everyone. Naked, just like the day she was born.
Cara was proudly a straight woman, liking her men more. But of course, no one could deny that Nina looked great. And she knew it too, with her confident stride and flirtatious attitude towards Robert. Supressing a snort as Nina returned to the room to change, Cara turned to Angel as she spoke up. "Jeez, I really need to get used to this whole "going commando" thing we got going here."
"Takes a while to get used to," Cara admitted. When she had shifted for the first time, the girl was lucky enough to have done it in the comfort of her own home, to try and test out her magical powers as soon as Gandalf - Grimbold - let her leave the library. "But hey, as long as we don't follow in Nina's footsteps out with the normal people, we should be good." | Name:
Catherine Amaya Osborne
Nickname:
Cara
Birth Date:
November 7th
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Barely reaching 5'1" and weighing only 50kg (110lbs), Cara gives the impression of being cute and harmless. While she likes to be known as cute, harmless is something she's certainly not. The petite girl has an hourglass figure, hips wide but waist slender, usually maintained by her rapid metabolism and strict diet (other than chocolate, Cara can never resist anything chocolatey).
Cara has a dimple on her left cheek, an indication of her smiley nature. She also has a naturally tanned complexion, complementing her brown hair and eyes. Speaking of eyes, Cara has wide doe eyed brown orbs, giving her an innocent look which is framed with thick, dark eyebrows. She also has shoulder-length brown hair, thick and kept straight with overgrown fringes that frame her somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly.
Clothing Style:
Cara loves to dress up, no matter the occasion. She loves to wear various skirts and dresses, as long as it's chic and cute (to match her bubbly-looking appearance). She also likes experimenting with her clothes, so one day she may go for a bold design, or the other she'd wear something simple.
Make-up wise, Cara loves to define her eyes, either with some eyeliner or with dark eyeshadow. Lip colours vary depending on her mood or the situation, usually switching from naturals, pinks and bold reds.
Deeper
Likes:
Tea
Terrible romance drama films
Cycling
Reading
Chocolate
Dislikes:
Doing nothing
Coffee
People who call her a control freak
Anything cold
Debby-downers
Fears:
Losing control of her life
Suffocating
Letting people too close
Habits:
Tapping her fingers against surfaces
Playing with her hair
Pouting her lips while in thought
Personality:
♦ Kind ♦ Control Freak ♦ Blunt ♦ Stubborn ♦ Manipulative ♦
At first glance, people assume that Cara is docile and harmless, the cutesy one, if you will. However, Cara is anything but docile. She has been known to argue and stand by her points (and values) no matter what, her stubborn streak comparable to that of a boulder. Her stubbornness paired with her controlling personality can make her quite the unpleasant person to hang around with, most of the time. However, Cara refuses to acknowledge herself as a control-freak, that's one thing that would piss her off.
Cara is very confident, in herself and her abilities. She is also always found with a smile (whether its fake or genuine, people usually can't tell). Don't get fooled by her sweet smile, however, as Cara can potentially use her 'sweet, innocent appearance' to dupe people. Cara also likes to consider herself honest, but most of her 'honesty' is just the blunt truth. She never sugar-coats her words (unless she's fooling someone), her words usually unfiltered.
Overall, Cara can be nice when she needs to be, but piss her off and she can be a vindictive little bitch.
Background:
Born in the English countryside, in a small town where everyone knew everything, Catherine had a normal childhood. Or, as normal as one could get having seven older siblings. It wasn't like she was neglected or abused in the household, but Catherine knew that she wasn't the most wanted child. Having to compete with seven other children for any attention, Catherine developed into a loud, stubborn child that was hard to reason with unless she was bribed with chocolates.
Catherine was encouraged to pick up many hobbies, including dancing and painting alongside furthering her education. Most of her siblings were average students, Catherine included. However, the girl had found her calling in life: to be a surgeon, where she had the contol and power to save lives. The medicine path motivated the girl throughout her childhood and teenage years, making her a hard-working student and achieving good grades even though she wasn't a genius.
This remained until Cara finished her secondary education, achieving high grades - especially in science and maths. The girl, during her hunt for a university, stumbled on a town named Tallshade hidden within the forest. Liking the prospect of moving away from the stuffy town, Cara applied immediately for a medical course, before packing up and moving out as soon as she hit eighteen.
Cara performed well during the first few years of her medical degree, studying hard and maintaining her work ethic like back at home. Cara met The Mentor during one of her panic-study sessions at the local library. Funnily enough, the girl actually screamed out 'I wish I could get them to listen to me!' before she noticed The Mentor beside her. Offering her powers in exchange doing whatever he wanted, the girl accepted immediately.
That was a year ago, and now, Cara loves her life.
Position in the group:
Cara's desire for control means that she strives to be a leader, even if she's not the best person to lead a team. She likes to consider everybody in the group as friends, or at least some of them, but it doesn't mean that they're exempt to her blunt and bold personality.
☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || 💕 Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚡ Rivals || ⚔ Nemesis
☮ Eddie ☮
Sweet guy, but he just needs to stand up for himself. Cara likes Eddie enough to try and tame her bold personality so she doesn't scare him off (even if it's not much difference). Cara doesn't like Nina's tendancy to bully Eddie, which often results in her advising him on ways to defend himself - her advice usually coming out as forceful.
☯ Terry ☯
Cara appreciates her observant nature, knowing that her fake smiles don't work on the quiet girl. Cara tends to just stay away from Terry, more because she doesn't know how to approach her without losing her cool.
☮ Sloane ☮
Bold and proud, Cara definitely likes Sloane, acting friendly enough to her. If she were attracted to women, she would've been attracted to Sloane.
☯ Robert ☯
Robert's playful nature reminds her of an excitable puppy. Cara doesn't mind going along with many of his schemes, as long as she doesn't consider it stupid. Again, like with many of the others, Cara remains friendly with Robert, as long as he doesn't make her feel like she doesn't have control during his schemes.
☮ Toby ☮
He's quite the looker, but withdrawn. She doesn't know much about Toby, and while she's curious, she doesn't bother to ask. There is a possibility that Cara could be attracted to Toby, but its more of a physical thing, rather than an emotional one.
☮ Nick ☮
Like the little brother of the group, Cara can understand what its like to be the youngest sibling, but she doesn't baby Nick either, no matter how adorable he looks in his ferret form.
⚡ Nina ⚡
Nina and Cara have a hot and cold friendship: one day they could get along well enough to watch movies and hang out with each other, the next they could easily grate on each other's nerves.
☮ Angel ☮
Angel is one girl that Cara knows she can have a argument debate with, no matter how heated it may get due to their stubborn nature. Both also from England, Cara likes to think that the two are friends. She doesn't mind showing Angel around Tallshade, since Cara understands what its like to be new in a different environment.
Extra:
Cara speaks with a hint of a British accent, one of the only hints to her British background.
She's trying to give up smoking, after having a little health scare a while ago. powers:
Animal Form:
Power:
Cara has the ability to make people hear whispers. It's not her speaking, but just simple idle chatter as if someone is right behind them, even if no one is there. Serves as a great distraction tool during exam season, though. |
461 | 10 | 15 | 28 | 71 | Edward Hansen
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting with:Robert Taylor
Eddie was busy recalling the highlights of his day to Robert, including but not limited to: giving static charge to every tool his teacher was about to pick up, skipping a class to test the new treads on his bike (the trip out here tonight was a breeze), and getting closer to one of his classmates. She was a tomboy redhead, and Eddie was smitten. He kept using his power to zap her and himself whenever they passed tools ("Wow, I guess there's some sparks between us!")
Once Eddie realized most everyone had stopped talking besides him, he turned to see what they were looking at. "I can handle it, Mr Fox." Eddie blushed and immediately looked at Robert to see his reaction. Eddie hadn't even known Nina was here, but that wasn't surprising. There were people he didn't get along with in the group, but Eddie trusts Grimbold, and Grimbold trusts them, so they can't be that bad. Plus, he had people like Robert and Sky to hang out with.
Eddie's mind came back to Nina transforming in front of everyone. All of them could change, under the same restrictions, but still. Eddie had only had to take his animal form twice. Once when his bike broke halfway, and the only way to be on time was to hide the bike and his clothes and come back for them later. The second was... a little more embarrassing. But that's a story for another time. Both times, though, Eddie made sure was completely covered in shadow before reverting.
"So... I guess there's that" Eddie said, almost inaudibly, as he reached for a pastry that Daniel brought. He leaned back in his chair and gauged the room. | Name:
Edward Anthony Hansen
Nickname:
Eddie. Don't call me Ed.
Birth Date:
January 31st, 1993
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Standing at 5' 7" and weighing 200 lbs, Eddie is a bit lumpy, but stays in shape with running. He has light brown hair and a meticulously kept goatee. His eyes are a light green, hiding behind thick black rimmed glasses. Caucasion, with vague traces of ethnicity. A pretty standard American mutt.
Clothing Style:
Likes solid color shirts with a pocket on the chest, loosely tucked into dark blue jeans. Dirty sneakers at the brink of falling apart. He doesn't usually buy new shoes unless his old pair are unuseable.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Tinkering
Reading (Mostly fiction)
Girls with red hair
Cracking jokes, being sarcastic
Dislikes:
Bodily fluids
Violence/Tense situations
Cats
Repetition
Fears:
Claustrophobic
Fire
Spiders
Habits:
Fidgets with his tools (Usually carries around a phillips screwdriver in his pocket, and twists it around when nervous)
Loves junk food
Prone to laughing in uncomfortable situations
Personality:
♦ Honest ♦ Creative ♦ Inquisitive ♦ Timid
Eddie is soft-hearted and good natured. Tends to stray away from conflicts and tense situations, and quick to give in to another's will. Enjoys taking things apart, seeing how they work, and attempting to put them back together. Pretty much at home with wherever his toolbox lands. Likes to spend time with friends, but tries to steer any conversation away from debate, especially if he thinks it might get heated. Will usually side with whoever has the greatest show of force, despite his actual feelings. Isn't afraid to do what needs to be done, to an extent.
Background:
Eddie comes from a broken house, on the outskirts of the nearest city. His mother was abusive, she would bully him into doing what she wanted and threatened to burn the house down when he wouldn't. His father was a gentle understanding man, and did his best to do damage control for his wife. As a result, Eddie decided he would follow his father's lead, which was to try to defuse any possible situation.
Growing up, he discovered a fascination with machines, and was eager to practice. Unfortunately, his practice involved taking apart household appliances, sure he could put them back together. But, being inexperienced, kept losing pieces and forgetting the steps to repair them. Then his mother made good on her promise. She set the house on fire, with Eddie and his father inside. Eddie doesn't really remember what happened, but his father didn't make it. His mother was found criminally insane.
Years later, Eddie moved to Tallshade. Eddie decided he wanted to go to the university, where he could hone his craft, and get away from bad memories. There he met Grimbold, late one night while out walking. Eddie was immediately enamored. Something about his voice was so warm and comforting... fatherly. He promised Eddie gifts in exchange for Eddie's loyalty and service, to which Eddie eagerly agreed. All he had to do was loosen the screws on a bike so it makes a squeaky sound. Mostly harmless, right?
Position in the group:
As far as position goes, Eddie would be considered support. He wouldn't dare take a leadership role, any opposition would easily succeed. No, Eddie would much rather be in the back, quietly performing whatever task was required of him.
As far as relationships go:
Sloane:☯ Eddie doesn't mind Sloane. She pushes him around a little, but no different than most of the people he grew up with. He admires her ability to stand out and be proud. Also, he is attracted to her. Not her looks, necessarily, but the way she carries herself. Though he would never have the courage to say that out loud. Sloane might hit him.
Terry:☯ Terry is different from almost anyone Eddie's met from home. She doesn't really yell at or hit him, but he is still terrified of her. The way she looks right through him. She knows he's a coward, Eddie is sure of it. When they first made eye contact, it was like he was watching her read his life story, pulled from his eyes. And she didn't seem impressed. Or sympathetic. Or, anything at all, really.
Robert:♫ Eddie and Robert became friends soon after he moved to Tallshade. Robert could easily see the advantages of having a guy who has access to tools, and is easy to persuade, as a friend. Eddie is more willing to take Robert's side, easily taken in by his "plans".
Tobias:☯ Seems dangerous, but mostly leaves Eddie alone, which is fine by him.
Cara:☮ She's nice to Eddie, if not a little controlling. Sometimes she will give Eddie (strongly worded) advice on various aspects of his life. Eddie will usually go along with it, mostly because he's seen how she reacts to others taking control away.
Nick:☮ Eddie likes Nick's impulsiveness, and wants to look out for him, even though he doesn't seem like he needs it.
Nina:⚔ Eddie tries to avoid Nina whenever possible, just the same as Nina makes snide comments whenever possible.
Extra:
Eddie usually carries a few loose screws, nuts, and bolts in his shirt pocket. Never know when you'll need them, right? Also carries a phillips screwdriver in his right pocket. Can usually be seen carrying his toolbox, with an assortment of wrenches, drivers, a hammer, etc. Not a full set, being one that was scavenged over the years, so the tools are also usually in poor condition. Other than that, pretty standard young adult gear. Wallet, phone, etc.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
German Shepherd
Power:
Can give metal things static charge. Not enough to power anything, but enough to give people a zap when touched. Eddie can affect any metal object he can see in detail, so if he loses his glasses he can only affect objects he can touch. |
462 | 10 | 16 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Teryn Ikeda
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Robert Taylor , Sloane Shields Nina Constantine
Terry was slightly taken aback by Robert's thanks. "You're welcome, I guess," she said as she rolled her eyes. She was not used to such forward behavior, especially since she scared most people away. Much to her relief, Robert was busy talking to Eddie now and left her alone.
If there was anyone who knew Terry well enough, they would notice that her face lit up slightly when Sloane arrived. "Hey Sloane," she said with a small wave. They didn't talk too much, but she always felt a little better once Sloane is there. She was interesting to talk to and even Terry needed some social interaction once in a while.
Then a black cat finally made her presence known to the group. The cat made her way around the table, rubbing against the legs of people she liked (or maybe was just okay with). Terry fought the urge to pet the cat when it approached her. The cat was a real person after all. That would be weird. Robert seemed to have no qualms with it though. Then suddenly, the cat turned into a Nina Constantine, a naked Nina Constantine. Terry's cheeks slightly reddened and she began to feel jealous of the girl's body. It was so beautiful and smooth. And the confidence that she wore with it...
After what felt like eternity, Terry finally peeled her eyes away and Nina had went into the other room. Shit, was she really staring?
More people have seemed to arrive. Or were they here before that whole scene? She wasn't paying attention nor did she really care.
"Though this place is starting to get really crowded." | Teryn Ikeda
"I just can't deal with people right now... or ever."- -Teryn IkedaPersonal Information
Name:
Teryn Kanae Ikeda
Nickname:
Terry, TK, Scary Terry (Though she would glare at you for calling her this)
Birth Date:
February 20th, 19XX
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual but starting to feel a bit bi-curious.
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Terry is fairly tall for a Japanese girl, standing at 5"7. She has long, sleek black hair and always gets it cut in the same blunt fashion. Don't even bother trying to ask her to change her hair because it will never happen. She has pale skin from lack of sun exposure and delicate facial features. Some might say she has a "resting bitch face", but at least she makes up for it with her nice, slim body. Her brown eyes are cold and always seem like they're looking straight through you.
Clothing Style:
Terry likes to wear long-sleeved dresses paired off with tights or lace leggings. She enjoys wearing lace a lot. She generally wears a lot of black but also likes other dark colors like dark red because they don't make her look like a ghost. She wears a lot of accessories such as scarves, hats, sunglasses, and more to add more to her look. When she feels lazy, she'll wear an oversized sweater and leggings. Her shoes of choice are heels because she likes feeling tall and believes they show off her legs more.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Cloudy days
Art History
Shiny objects
Mint
Tea
Photography
Dislikes:
Sunlight
Heavy foods
Racist jokes about her ethnicity
Loud noises
Dogs
Fears:
Her Grandmother
Dying
The Ocean
Habits:
Rolling her eyes
Chewing mint-flavored gum
Putting on sunblock
Personality:
♦ Observant ♦ Cynical ♦ Stubborn ♦ Standoffish
Terry isn't the most optimistic person around. She doesn't have that much faith in others and more than often assumes the worse will occur. Regardless, she thinks highly of herself and her ability to be able to observe the world around her. However, once she believes she is correct about something, it is hard for anyone to convince her otherwise even if she was actually wrong. It is rather hard for her to make friends because of this, but she is not necessarily a bad person, just a hard person to get along with. It suits her fine though, she doesn't feel like she needs friends anyways.
Background:
Terry had a normal childhood. Her dad was a somewhat wealthy business man and her mother was a stay at home mom. She was never neglected or abused. Her grandmother was always harsh and scary, but besides that Terry lived a peaceful life. She was never good at making friends and was only average in her school work. Her parents always let her do what she wanted, which wasn't much. She simply wanted to be alone and have a nice camera to take photos with.
Tallshade was a weird town. Perfect for an outcast like Terry. She was looking up universities her junior year of high school when she discovered Tallshade. She particularly liked the fact that it was dark and covered in shade half of the year. She managed to convince her parents to let her apply to the small university there and found out that she was accepted her senior year.
At the university, she is currently studying as an art history major. One day after class, she went into the woods to take some photos. A strange, old man approached her. She tried to ignore him at first, but he began to talk to her. He offered to give her powers as long as she promised to do what he said. It felt like a scene from Harry Potter which wasn't a good thing because she hated the series, but decided to accept his offer. Actually now that she thought about it, she still didn't know why she accepted his offer. He was very convincing...
Position in the group:
Terry understands that they are all working together for some unknown cause so she simply sees them as a group of coworkers or a rag-tag team. She would be the quiet one who does what she is supposed to do, but would never go the extra lengths to befriend everyone.
☮Sloane: Terry admires Sloane's artistic abilities and finds her to be an agreeable person. Terry isn't sure whether or not they could be considered friends, but Terry respects Sloane and is more likely to listen to her than to others.
☯Eddie: Terry has noticed that Eddie is very much a pushover. He appears to be afraid of her so they don't talk much. She is somewhat amused by the fact that she intimidates him so much but doesn't know a lot about him besides the obvious.
☯Nina: Nina likes to be in the center of attention, Terry doesn't. Nina isn't the nicest person around but as long as she doesn't bother her, Terry is fine with it.
☯Robert: Terry is quick to put Robert down when he tries to get her and the others to join in on his schemes. She believes that he is childish and arrogant. Despite the fact that he should know very well that she doesn't like him, he still tries to talk to her from time to time and she can't figure out why. She is interested in his music and poetry, but would never vocally express that.
☯Tobias: Well, she won't deny that he is easy on the eyes. But that's about it. They don't bother to talk to each other at all.
⚡Cara: At first glance, Cara is like Terry's opposite. Though Terry is aware of her somewhat two-faced nature, she doesn't care. All she knows is that she won't be falling for her 'sweet smile'. Still, she tends to stay away from Cara. Something about her just rubs Terry the wrong way, well more than most people do.
☮ Nick: She has sort of a soft spot for Nick, probably because he is so youngand she never had siblings before. She's very subtle about it though. For instance, she isn't as harsh and not as likely to shoot him down. She also keeps an eye out for him and would be willing to show him her photos from time to time.
☯Skye: She's a very nice person. Not a person Terry would associate herself with, but still Skye is a good person.
☯Angel: Terry's aware that Angel doesn't like her, but doesn't let it bother too much. She won't argue needlessly with the girl, but she won't try to get her to like her either.
☯Daniel: Though they don't talk, he seems like a person that Terry could get along with. He seems to understand her better than most people and gets that she is just who she is.
Extra:
Terry is like bazillionth-generation Japanese American so she doesn't even know how to speak Japanese. She will begrudgingly admit that she had watch anime when she was younger but will deny that she watches them anymore. The secret to her classic hair style? She cuts it herself because she doesn't even trust a hair stylist with it.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Raven
Power:
She can create light breezes that could result in things like bad hair days and important papers getting lost |
463 | 10 | 17 | 426 | 102 | Daniel Reyes
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Everyone
Daniel took his time with his bowl of soup, glancing around at the others at the table as he did. Everyone was like a giant dysfunctional family, more so than any family he had ever had living back in France. He must have been almost the last to arrive as he noticed everyone was here but Nick. Daniel hadn't realized he had been running that late. Maybe everyone else had simply gotten here early. He reached across the table to the bread basket and grabbed himself a crusty roll, perfect to go with the hearty soup. Daniel allowed himself a small smile as he ripped off a piece and popped it in his mouth. Nothing beat the taste of fresh bread. Not nearly as good as the bread back home but the local bakery here definitely knew what they were doing.
At the sudden silence that fell around the room, Daniel looked up and nearly choked on his bread. "Oh la vache," he stuttered out as he swallowed. Mademoiselle Nina just made herself very publicly known and Daniel quickly averted his eyes out of respect for the lady. He realized Nina liked to flaunt her body on purpose but Daniel was still a gentleman. Instead he busied himself with observing everyone else's reactions. Skylar didn't seem bothered much by the situation. It was expected after all. They had all been warned in the beginning by Grimbold that this would happen should they transform back into their human forms. Sloane openly stared and Angel stifled a giggle while making a joking remark to Cara. Cara didn't seem too bothered either, just like Skylar, and simply continued conversing with Angel after giving Nina a brief glance. Edward blushed and looked down, much like Daniel had, then turned to Robert. From Daniel's seat at the table, he couldn't quite tell how Tobias and Robert were reacting to Nina's performance but he was quite curious what was going on in Robert's mind. Her little act had been obviously directed at him after all. It wasn't too difficult to tell the two had something between them, be it one-sided or mutual. Lastly, Daniel's gaze fell upon Teryn. Her cheeks were dusted pink with a slight blush but she didn't look away the entire time Nina sauntered across the room. "You're staring," Daniel whispered to Teryn with a chuckle. Only when conversation had returned to the table and Teryn shook herself out of her daze did Daniel conclude that Nina must have disappeared into the back room where the spare clothes were kept. He shook his head with a laugh as he returned to his bowl, finishing the last spoonfuls of soup. He leaned back in his chair with a contented sigh as he munched on the rest of his bread. | Name:
Daniel Anton Reyes
Nickname:
Danny
Birth Date:
June 3rd
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Daniel hides his emotions behind a veil of sea green eyes and controlled expressions. His perfectly arched eyebrows and flawless skin are merely a reflection of his upbringing and the mask his father unknowingly created. The only true expression of himself is the wild nature of his messy brown hair and small smiles he sometimes allows himself to show. Danny is average height for his age, standing at 5’8” and has a lean muscular build.
Clothing Style:
Not liking to stand out, his wardrobe consists mostly of simple neutral colored button-ups with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of comfortable jeans, dark blue or black. His shoe of choice is a pair of black high-top Converse. The only indication of his rebellious nature is a black studded belt he wears around his waist.
Delving Deeper
Guarded ♦ Observant ♦ Wary ♦ Rebellious
Background & Personality (because I believe it takes one to determine the other):
From a young age Daniel has learned to create a different outward persona dependent upon what the situation calls for at the time. Being raised in upscale Paris by his father, money, and a prestigious name to boot, appearances were everything. Social functions, garden parties, hosting important people from around the world. These were but a few examples of Daniel’s childhood. While other children his age were fussing over skinned knees and the newest video game, young Daniel was expected to be seen but not heard. Raised to be the heir to eventually take over his father’s company; composed, reserved, only speak when spoken to, everything you do elegant and refined. Everything was fine at first because he didn’t know any different. It was simply the world he lived in. But as he reached his teenage years Daniel’s observant nature started telling him a different story. A story of cloaks-and-daggers, false smiles and pretty lies. Friendly conversation was only a guise for some deeper ill intent. All the pretty gowns and well-tailored suits he had admired as a child became loud exclamations of one’s wealth and nothing more. His father’s stern lectures and strict instructions for Daniel’s upbringing turned out to be no more than a business plan for his future heir. There was no longer any warmth in his father’s eyes nor kindness in his words. If they had ever been there to begin with Daniel no longer trusted himself to know. He lost trust in people and closed himself off, becoming wary of the deeper meaning behind their intentions. This also led to a rebellious streak in Daniel. Not the kind of hell-raising rebellion they show in movies, but the more subtle rebellion of not listening to orders or making a rude comment to a guest while he knew his father was watching. However, these rebellious outbursts were few and far between as he didn’t like bringing more attention to himself than was necessary. He already had enough of that as it is.
Hating the idea of being his father’s puppet and being no more than a pretty face with a powerful name, Daniel decided to run away when he turned 18. Saving up his allowance over the years and claiming his inheritance at his coming of age party granted him the ability to do just that. He sat through the tutoring sessions his father arranged and continued to smile gracefully at his father’s side. When the time finally came, under the cloak of darkness while the mansion slept, Daniel packed as much clothing and various necessities as he could fit in a backpack and fled. He hailed a taxi to the airport and bought the soonest ticket out of Paris.
This led him to Tallshade, a tiny town in America nestled between a huge forest at the base of a mountain. The perfect sense of seclusion he had been looking for. Seemingly isolated from the rest of the world, it gave Daniel the freedom to make a new life for himself. However, he learned real quick how unforgiving the world can be. He also soon realized that he didn’t really possess a true identity for himself. Having grown up in the shadow of his father and knowing nothing other than what he had been taught, who was he now that he was free from all that? Who was Daniel Reyes when we wasn’t acting the perfect model son? He had a collection of “masks” and nothing more.
He settled down in a modest apartment and stashed his money somewhere out of sight. Daniel didn’t want to have to rely on his namesake to get what he needed but having it readily available gave him a security blanket to fall back on should he need it. He did odd jobs around town, took a couple random classes at the local university, anything to give him a sense of purpose in a world that was foreign to him. The one thing he was grateful for however, was all the language classes his father made him take. He couldn’t imagine how much of a nightmare arriving in a new country would be not knowing the language. He spoke with a subtle French accent but was able to be understood by the locals well enough.
Daniel met Grimbold one night when he decided to take a late night walk to clear his head. He had been feeling especially lost lately and homesick in a Stockholm’s Syndrome sort of way. He rationalized this by telling himself it was the security of familiarity and structure that he missed. Settled down amongst the grass in a clearing in the woods, he stared up at the stars and wished for things he couldn’t have. Almost as if in answer, The Mentor appeared as quiet as a whisper and promised him freedom and power, among other things. He had been chosen for a reason, Grimbold told him. There were others too. The only condition was to serve him whenever Daniel was called upon. That almost caused Daniel to deny the old man on the spot. Here was another puppetmaster looking to take hold of Daniel’s severed strings. However, Daniel couldn’t sense any hidden agendas or twisted ideals from the man and the promise of purpose and a place to belong was too strong a temptation to ignore. Looking back on it now, Daniel should’ve seen it as an omen, something too good to be true. He was right back at square one, taking orders from a higher power for some unknown greater purpose. But 5 years later Daniel finds himself working as a barista at the local coffeehouse, still obeying The Mentor’s wishes when the time came.
Likes:
People-watching
Being around people but not overly interacting with them
Books/Reading
Running
Pastries/Bread
Dislikes:
Bringing unnecessary attention to himself
Being forced to do something
Alcohol and the loss of control it provides
Sycophants, brown-nosers
Anything that reminds him of his past life
Fears:
Losing purpose
Removing his “mask”
Getting close to anyone and getting hurt
Being found and brought back to Paris
Habits:
Tends to fake smiles out of habit due to his upbringing
Closes his eyes when a situation makes him feel uncomfortable
Leaves unannounced to go for a run to clear his head, sort his thoughts
Night owl and suffers from slight insomnia
Position in the Group:
Hangs out in the background to observe others. Doesn’t trust easily and even though he’s been in this for the better part of 5 years, Daniel still feels like everyone is merely an acquaintance and prefers to keep it that way. He’ll never admit it aloud but he’s afraid of letting others in. He admires everyone in the group, mostly for things he feels he lacks, but feels safer keeping everyone in neutral standing and only working together as a team if it’s absolutely necessary.
☯ Eddie – Seems nice enough. Appreciates his honesty.
☯ Teryn – Feels he can relate with her on an indirect level due to both their tendencies to not trust easily. She can sometimes come off as rude or defensive but he can respect that she has her reasons as he has his.
☯ Sloane – He admires her sense of individuality and confidence.
☯ Robert – Seems like a troublemaker but Daniel can appreciate his sense of adventure and spontaneity.
☯ Tobias – Feels almost as if they could be twin brothers but will not openly acknowledge this.
☯ Cara – He knows all too well of her fake smiles and pretty words and sees her as an annoying little sister-type.
☯ Nick – Jealous of his carefree nature and lack of worry of what the future might bring.
☯ Nina – Likes her confidence but gets annoyed by her spoiled attitude towards others. Enjoys having someone to talk to in his native language.
☯ Angel – Intrigued by her ability to blend in and relate to anybody. Thankful for her humor that quickly diffuses tense situations.
☯ Sky – Respects her maturity and feels like she would listen the most if he ever felt the need to confide in someone.
Dark Powers:
Animal Form:
Black Bat
Power: Echolocation
Being able to cause headaches from as minor as a constant throbbing to as severe as vertigo, dizziness and a loss of balance.
Much like how bats use echolocation by creating a sound and processing the information they receive from the echo, Daniel uses his power by whistling while maintaining line of sight with his target. He is also able to determine the severity of the target's headache by changing the pitch of his whistle. Prolonged use of his power causes Daniel to become extremely fatigued.
EDIT: Updated information on how Daniel uses his power. |
464 | 10 | 18 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Tobias Rieper
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Daniel, Nina
The sweet smell of baked pastries filled the cabin, and although Tobias had already ate it was hard to resist. After all, the cafe usually sold these cakes in small pieces, and they cost enough to to buy a meal or two elsewhere. The Castle Street Café tried to justify it through one hundred percent fresh ingredients or something, but it was probably just fancy vocab so hipsters would recommend buying an overpriced snack to their friends and family. "Thanks Daniel. Real nice of ya."
Though it seemed Daniel was averting his gaze from something. Tobias looked in the direction Daniel was avoiding, and it was naked Nina. "Oh come on...." Did she really have to use her powers now? It was hardly necessary to transform in front of everyone, this was just wanton usage.. She literally just had to walk a few more steps and there would be an empty room where she could change. Granted, seeing how almost everyone was gawking at her naked body, it might have been a grab for attention.
Hell, Terry was staring for quite some time. Tobias didn't want to jump to conclusions, as it might have been just pure shock, but it certainly seemed that she was staring out of lust. Yeah, Tobias was a guy, he couldn't say there was no impure thoughts, but even he and Daniel restrained themselves better than Terry had.
"You know, even though I'm sure a lot of us enjoyed the show, you might wanna change instead of being butt naked in front of the group." Tobias raised his voice a bit louder than usual just in case she couldn't hear in the room over. | Tobias Rieper
“Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.”
Personal Information
NAME
Tobias Rieper
NICKNAMES
Toby
BIRTH DATE
October 13th, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Tobias's light blue eyes highlight his strongly german ancestry, if the pale white skin didn’t tip you off already. No makeup, nor any special hairdos, as one would expect from the average male, but has a beard/moustache. Tobias is exactly six feet tall, weighing around 170 pounds, fit as a fiddle, as his previous gang/prison lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to become weak. Tobias generally has a non expressive face, but he generally tries to smile for his own sake.
CLOTHING
Tobias doesn’t really wear anything too flashy in terms of his fashion, preferring to wear a simple jacket, jeans and some nikes. On occasion, he will wear a suit if he feels the situation requires it. And dress shoes too, because only a heathen would wear sneakers with a suit.
Delving Deeper
♦Thoughtful ♦ Calm ♦ All Talk ♦ Remorseful
PESONALITY
While Tobias used to be aggressive in the past, now he attempts to be calm and less confrontational. While his anger still has a short fuse, Tobias manages to keep it in check, at least for now. Conflict is something he is not afraid of, but will avoid violence at all costs.Tobias would willingly allow another person to beat him, as he feels fighting back would drive him back to his previous life. As such, he tries to talk and bluff his way out of tricky situations. He can be withdrawn at times, as Tobias learned in therapy to mentally remove himself from the picture if his anger is getting out of control.
LIKES
Peace and quiet
Snow
Structure
Cats/Dogs
DISLIKES
Tattoos
Drugs
Smug People
Physical Fighting
FEARS
loss of self control
Reversion to his precious lifestyle
Addiction
HABITS
Plays with his rosary a bit when in deep thought.
As stated before, has a habit of being withdrawn at random times.
BACKGROUND
Tobias was supposed to be the perfect model for the american dream. Four years of college, internship at a major accounting firm, steady and safe job. There was really nothing Tobias should have been complaining about, as he was practically set for life.
But privately, he hated the life. Tobias felt little purpose in his studies, and later, his internship. While his family had paid for his college, and their connections earned him the internship, Tobias felt empty. His dissatisfaction led to his membership in a gang. The drugs helped, and beating up some poor sucker on the wrong side of town gave him a different high. Tobias was hooked. The drugs made him feel immortal, beating up other people gave him purpose and thrills. The gang made use of him as an enforcer, to collect debts, participate in gang fights, you name it.
Ironically, Tobias was arrested for drug use/possession rather than being caught for beating people to near death. He was given three years in jail, losing his job, house, and his car. At first, Tobias blamed everything but himself for this sentence. The system, society, his circumstances. He constantly picked fights with other inmates to get a “high” again. After a year in prison, he “sobered” up and came to a different conclusion.
His downfall was his own fault. There was nothing else to blame. There was something twisted, dark in his head if he had to do drugs or fight to feel satisfied. The system worked exactly as it should have, society was right this time, and he could offer no realistic excuses to his behavior. Tobias started to turn his life around as best he could in prison. Tobias no longer fought, he spent time in drug therapy sessions, and even became a Catholic, attending mass at the prison ministry.
But as soon as he his sentence ended and he was let out, the empty feeling came back. Tobias tried to ignore the feeling, moving to a small town and acquiring a minimum wage job. He no longer cared much about the faith, ignoring it completely.
But a man approached him, and offered him another purpose in life. Grimbold, he called himself. Supposedly Tobias had a higher calling, and as long as he would be willing to follow. Tobias accepted, but there was something in the back of the head telling him this might not be any different from his previous gang lifestyle..
RELATIONSHIPS
Tobias probably comes off as the skeptic. The thinker of the group. He may take charge if no one else is willing.
☯Eddie☯ Weird guy, but nothing to hate him over. Tobias wonders why he’s in such a group however.
☯Teryn/Terry☯ Weird girl, but not as weird as Eddie. Not much to say about her as she rarely says much at all.
⚔Sloane⚔ Troublesome. While he may not backtalk to her, there are certainly times Tobias feels he might lose his temper with her and attempt to beat the living shit out of her. For this reason, Tobias acts cold to her in an attempt to get her to ignore him.
☯Robert☯ Too naive. Kind of reminds him of when he was younger, except with less angst, so he holds little ill will towards Robert.
☮Cara☮A bit on the short side, but she seems nice enough.
☯Nick☯Toby feels like he should say something about his illicit activities, but he feels he'd be a hypocrite considering he was no better at that age.
⚡Nina⚡Reminds him of Sloane.
EXTRA
None
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
A simple raccoon.
POWER
Can predict bad events, but has no idea of the severity/context, just that something bad will happen. |
465 | 10 | 19 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Sloane Shields
Location: Grimbold's cabin
Interacting with Sky, Tobias, & Daniel
It was as if Sloane had been waiting all night to pick on him. When he spoke, she held a finger up to Sky and turned her head, green eyes finding Tobias' blue ones. Even if it was Nina she was speaking to defend, she enjoyed any opportunity to mouth off at the guy. "Don't be such a prude, Toby. We've all seen each other naked," she said, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Some of us just look more impressive than others." She looked him up and down with a teasing smirk. Then she offered a melodramatic tilt of her shoulder before returning her attention to Sky, re-invested in the conversation they had started.
As she listened, she returned to eating her soup--and when she finished, helping herself to a pasty that Daniel had brought. As she did she nodded a thanks in his direction. The guy was cute and had a certain, quite charm to him. Though he never had a lot to say about himself; and on that thought, Sloane eyed him quietly for a moment. She could be pretty withdrawn from the group--all of them could--but he was particularly careful. She shrugged it off, though, and fell back into listening to the noise around her. | You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art.
Personal Information
NAME
Sloane Shields
NICKNAMES
Ona: given to her by her grandfather, but only her immediate family wastes time giving her name an extra syllable.
Lo: she was first called this by her high school sweetheart and resents it being used by anyone else.
BIRTH DATE
November 21, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a light and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. Her nails are typically painted black, but are sometimes accented with whites, golds, reds, or purples as well. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well. In her heels, she stands over 6' tall and weighs about 140 lbs.
Notable tattoos: due to her dark skin, plain black tattoos are less than flashy. So she uses a lot of color in her work. On her left wrist is a compass, splattered with water color ink. The compass bleeds up her arm and into the rest of her sleeve. On the inside of her opposite arm is her first tattoo, gotten while taking Latin her freshmen year of high school: carpe noctem is scripted in hard, bold letters. This arm is sleeved, too, and compliments the phrase though overall it's not as colorful as her left arm. On her back is a decorated tree, decorated with reds and oranges. Finally, "1988" scripted on the side of her left ring finger. This is Winston's--her high school sweetheart's--birth year. These aren't all of her tattoos, but probably her most notable / important ones.
CLOTHING
A little athletic, a little slutty, all sexy: Sloane has a lean, beautiful body and she isn't afraid to show it off or the tattoos that decorate it. Her style can be described as a little grunge and a little street; she's always looks ready to go to a club. And unless she's working out, she's wearing heels.
Sample wardrobe: X X X X X X X X
Delving Deeper
♦ Ambitious ♦ Cold ♦ Creative ♦ Independent
PESONALITY
When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town. Her less-than-conservative style stands out in a small town and she welcomes rumors of her being in a cult or a witch or in a gang or anything.
LIKES
Animals
Art (tattoos, photography, paint, you name it)
Foreign movies
Tea
Dance and rap
Cities
DISLIKES
People (especially dull men)
Feeling dumb: she dropped out of high school so, while clever, she isn't educated. And this can lead her to feeling self conscious about her intelligence.
Fast food
Boy bands
Ross from FRIENDS
FEARS
Death
Weakness
Intimacy
HABITS
Playing with her hair
StaringDoodling if she has a pen or pencil in hand
BACKGROUND
Sloane was born to an interracial couple (most notably of Sudanese and Iranian descent among others), but was raised by her mother and grandfather. There isn't much else to be said for the early years of her life because she was raised happily and healthily. Her sense of style growing up scared away potential friends, as she tended to take on a gothic/emo appearance, but she was content. And she was particularly happy when her first boyfriend (who on the surface was an idiot but friendly jock) asked her out and they became an item. They were happy together for only about six months:
A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. With support from both their families, she had planned to raise it with him. However, he died in an accident and she put the baby up for adoption instead--this being her biggest regret and a decision she made out of grief. Then she dropped out of her sophomore year of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.
While other people studied through and graduated from high school, Sloane spent those years studying the art of tattoos. She was a fast learner and talented artist. And now, at 25, she owns her own tattoo shop and apartment above it: Ink Shields. It's of course popular with university students, but she gets both people travelling far and paid extra to leave town for her artwork.
It was soon after dropping out of high school that the Mentor appeared before her and gave her first task: key some guy's car. She was in a vulnerable place emotionally and psychologically, so she did. And the powers and the sense of family that came with them allowed her to toughen up and grow into the woman she is today.
RELATIONSHIPS
What I'm thinking so far (correct me if I'm mischaracterizing anyone):
Sloane can come off as the stern but caring big-sister type. However, the latter is a lot harder to see, and she has little patience for weaknesses in herself or others.
Terry: likes Terry enjoys her company as they have a lot of common--including the types of issues they face being a minority in a small town. She sees herself in Terry.
Eddie: she has nothing against Eddie personally, but he seems to lack spine. She's impatient and snippy with him, partly because he just lets her.
Robert: Finds him impulsive and obnoxious, but she knows there's more to him than that. He's not afraid to speak his mind, which she can at least respect.
Cara: she comes off as friendly enough, but Sloane has seen the control freak side as well. She doesn't really mind allowing Cara to do what she wants, it's usually harmless to her.
Toby: Dick. Sloane is p sure he's afraid of her since he doesn't always speak up. Makes her want to antagonize him more.
Nina: They're both powerful, confident, and ambitious. So alike that they clash: Nina is really the only other member she considers worthy of rivalry.
Nick: He's refreshing and bright--probably partly because he's the youngest of the group. But she admires his work and sees potential in Nick. Probably particularly protective of him.
Angel: She doesn't have a problem with Angel; the girl seems tough as nails and Sloane admires her confidence. She's not ignorant to the issues between her and Terry, though, and would like to see them get along.
Sky: Sloane was less than impressed with Sky when they first meant, but the woman's kindness and wisdom grew on her over time. And while she considers her a friend, she's also attracted to her as a person.
EXTRA
She has a Maine Coon named Nox. Her favorite color is deep red and she likes the scent of leather.
Song: Life in Her Yet by Rag’n’Bone Man and Muse by OCAD.
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
Sloane's deer form is, of course, black as coal. However, she's relatively large for what would be a female deer, but nothing impossible for the species. Ironically, deer--especially does--are docile creatures whereas Sloane is anything but; however, she shares its lean, graceful figure and long limbs.
POWER
Umbra: Sloane can darken and manipulate shadows to a small degree, creating what would otherwise be a trick of the eye. She has exercised control over the power; however, her mental state can easily affect her control. Rage or depression can cause the lights to flicker and dim. |
466 | 10 | 20 | 2,235 | 2,290 | Skylar Montgomery
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Sloane and Daniel
As she was about to respond back to Sloane she watched once again as Sloane and Toby didn`t get along. As embarrassing as it is sometimes Sloane did have a point though. At some point, unless you were new, you`ve seen a majority of the group naked in some way. Some were more open with it, she however wasn`t as confident. It was her childhood that she could blame for that one. The confidence issue was something she still couldn`t quite get around. A lot of them did have reason to be so confident however, they weren`t exactly hard on the eyes. "You do have a very valid point"
Reaching to the pastries she took a piece for herself. "Thank you Daniel," Sky said to him with an upbeat attitude before turning back to Sloane. "I`m sorry that it took so long to get back here, it must be a real drag sometimes." She replied and ate a spoonful of her soup before continuing. "I`m alright, the rehab clinic had a client today that was rather determined to not have treatment. He tried to break the glass in the lobby and when he couldn`t he tried to use force on all of us." She said like it was a normal every day occurrence. The rehab clinic she worked at could be rather dangerous at times. It was money though and she could afford a place of her own. It helped she had personal experience in the field personally.
Seeing the people that came in her powers sometimes seemed to become hyper sensitive. It was hard to not use them at times. It did make her feel guilty because even though she would find out ways to help them, she also gave them to paranoia to worry about. Even if it was only a minor, temporary affect; she couldn`t help but feel guilty about it. Some people came in completely overturned by the addiction they possessed. It was her nature to want to help them get through it. | Name:
Skylar Jane Montgomery
Nickname:
Sky or Fawn
Birth Date:
February 28
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Unlike the slim figures of all the other women in the Montgomery family Sky got more of a curvy figure. Along with being 5"2 and having unusual grey eyes it was safe to say she stuck out a bit compared to her four sisters. Freckles dot her face and body being something she loathed as a child and something she`s come to find as apart of who she is as an adult. The sun is usually an enemy because of her pale skin color. Her hair is naturally red and is curly and thick. She`s learned after cutting it short once that it`s best to leave it long, it`s a untamable beast. The redness in her hair varies by season, in summer months it turns copper due to the sun, in winter it turns a crimson red color(her preferred color of her hair). When it comes to make up she would rather skip it for a more natural look, though she does like lipstick. Even though she hides it, because mostly everyone in the group finds her to be the innocent one, she has a tattoo of a broken heart on the right side of her ribcage. The reason behind this tattoo no living soul knows, no one even knows she has it.
Clothing Style:
Sky`s clothing choices vary by how she feels. On a Friday she might be feeling a edgy black dress with three inch wedges while on a Monday she`d be wearing a white sundress with a light pink sweater. There are also the days where she dresses up like what she calls "witchy" or "hippy" styles. You can be assured whatever she`d wearing always has a necklace though and if she`s not feeling well sweat pants usually follow.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Music
Coffee
Strawberry pastries
Literature
Cats
Art
Dislikes:
Rap
Dishonesty
Cherry anything
Body shaming
Public Speaking
Drugs
Fears:
Abandonment
Hurting other people
Alienation
Always being seen as the little sister
Habits:
When she`s nervous she`ll often start spinning her necklace or a piece of jewelry she`s wearing at the time.
As she gets excited she goes from speaking normally to loudly.
Whenever she`s uncomfortable she puts her hair into a ponytail.
Often stays up way too late at night.
Personality:
♦ Clumsy ♦ Wise ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Understanding
Even as a child most people said she was far beyond her years and as she reached her teen years people started to say she was the wise old woman in a teenager`s body. She tries to understand someone before she says anything against them. This leads to her being very trusting and understanding towards others. The advice she gives to problems is usually a lot more than someone her age should be able to give. It`s also one of her biggest downfalls as others can betray her quite easily. In all she`s rather clumsy and lightheaded, someone could tell her something and she`d forget it in two seconds. This has always been something she`s hated because while she`s very smart no one can see that with how forgetful and sporadic her nature is. In sad situations she feels rather uncomfortable, because while she tries her best to comfort someone she always feels like she`s doing everything wrong. Even though she looks down on herself a lot she does have confidence in her decisions and she believes that believing in yourself is the best thing you can do. She does feel like the owl represents her a lot. Like the owl she prefers being up all night than being awake during the day. It`s also seen as a wise creature and has aspects that she wants for herself, to be more precise and strong are two of them.
Background:
In her family there`s five daughters, Sky being the youngest. Meaning her childhood was full of hand-me-downs and often being misplaced. Her oldest sister Delilah is seven years older than her. The second and third daughters, Mary and May, are twins and are six years from Sky. Jamie who`s the closest to Sky at only two years apart. When Sky was born her parents had been hoping to finally have a boy. She`s always felt like her father didn`t approve of her because of this. The Montgomery family is known for being a very rich and successful family in a town a few towns away from Tallshade. As she grew up she had trouble trying to convince people she wasn`t a snob like they tried to make her believe. Many people bullied her for her intelligence and the difference of her looks compared to her sisters. Even her sisters would laugh and joke about how she was adopted. It really did make her feel like she had no one, her parents were always working, and it was very easy to just isolate herself in their huge house. Due to all of this she fell into depression and at some points self harmed.
In high school she got involved in a lot of bad groups. She often snuck out to get high or drunk with people she thought were her friends. It wasn`t until she was almost 18 that things went completely downhill. At a party she overdosed unintentionally. If the cops hadn`t broken up the party a few minutes later she would have died. In the hospital her family didn`t have anything nice to say to her and only yelled at her for being so irresponsible. They sent her off to a clinic for 6 months and she was released when she turned 18. Instead of going back to her family she broke off all ties to them. She got a job and lived in a small apartment till she finished high school and got a broken heart tattooed on the right side of her ribs. She saved up money and moved to Tallshade to go to college as soon as she had enough money. It was a step by step process.
The day she got to Tallshade she went to the Castle Street Café and ordered a cup of coffee and some breakfast. The things she owned were in a small suitcase next to her in the booth. As she sat there silently reading her book an older man came and sat across from her in the booth and ordered a drink from the waitress before looking at her. Sky asked him who he was and they eventually got into a conversation about her life somehow. She found out his name was Grimbold and he asked her if she wanted a way to completely change her life and be in an actual family for once, as long as she did what he said. It took awhile but she agreed and he told her to walk out of the shop and not pay for her coffee or breakfast. It was history after that and she`s been with the group for three years now. She finally has a place where she can be herself.
Relationships:
Sky thinks of the entire group as her family. As such she has compassion and understanding for all of them. Most she considers as friends and even if she doesn`t feel too confident in a member of their family she still treats them with respect and gives them the benefit of the doubt.
☮ Eddie ☮ - Eddie is a good guy, she finds it interesting to watch him tinker, and talking about fiction books is always fun. Sky always tries to convince him to like cats more. He`s the person she goes too to talk about the books she`s reading at the time.
☯ Terry ☯ - In Sky`s eyes Terry is alright, her observant nature makes her an okay person to talk too, although her crude nature sometimes makes her a bit uncomfortable.
☮ Sloane ☮ - When they first met she knew the woman didn`t think too highly of her, some friendships start out a bit rocky though. In present day she finds Sloane to be a very good friend of hers, even if they don`t agree on rap music.
☮ Rob(Foxy) ☮ - Foxy as she likes to call him. She likes to think of him like the older brother she never had as his middle name happens to be her last name. Like her she also values how he thinks of them like a family.
♥ Toby ♥ - Ever since she met him Sky`s always had a crush on Toby. At first she thought it was just his looks and tried to talk herself out of it. As she got to know him more she found to really like his calm nature and that he himself also had some bad experiences with drugs and such, in which she could relate.
⚡ Cara ⚡ - Cara makes Sky feel rather uneasy. While she seems very nice Sky can feel the other side of her personality and has seen it a few times. This rather scares her. On the outside Sky is usually very nice to her however.
☮ Nick ☮ - Much like most of the group she sees Nick as a younger brother. She likes that if either of them aren`t feeling talkative the other person can rant as long as they want. It can also just be a conversation or sitting in silence.
☯ Nina ☯ - At first Nina seemed like the type of person Sky would never be on great terms with. She was the queen bee in high school while Sky had been the rebellious/druggy girl. As time went on she`s started to become perfectly fine with her. Even if she`s hot tempered and can be rather hard to work with Nina does protect those she cares for and Sky admires that.
☮ Angel ☮ - Angel`s compassion is what Sky appreciates the most about her. Even though she went through some hard stuff in life she still jokes and laughs. In Sky`s eyes she`s the person to go to if you`re having a bad day.
☯ Danny ☯ - Sky can't say she knows Danny too much. He was here before she was. Danny keeps to himself but he's not a bad person at all. She does trust him even if they don't know a ton about eachother.
Extra:
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
pic of animal form goes here
power:
She can hear the darker parts of someone's mind. Regrets, pain, dark secrets, are just a few. When she uses this power it causes paranoia in the victim. Even though she is kindhearted and understanding the old dark side of her understands a lot of the thoughts she receives. |
467 | 10 | 21 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Angel Hardwicke
Location; Merlin's Shack Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Cara , Sloane
"You're right there, Cara." Angel said in reply to her last comment. "Although I'm all for a dinner with my family, too much nudity will make me think of Game of Thrones... wherein dinner parties rarely end well." She chuckled, then paused. "Also, partial spoiler alert, I guess." She added in afterthought.
However, things took a far more interesting turn as she realized Daniel had brought cakes from the cafe he worked at. She enjoyed that café, and spent a lot of her time there. It wasn't too large or too small, and the food there was awesome.
"Oh sweet Zeus, and the milkshakes. The freakin' milkshakes made from heaven itself." Mouth watering at the mere prospect of this, she took one of the chocolate cakes from the box with a sweet smile directed at Daniel.
As she overheard Tobias' and Sloane's comments, she chuckled slightly, looking towards her dark skinned comrade.
"Speak for yourself, Sloane. This baby of the group has only had the fortune of seeing one of you naked - just now." Grinning at Sloane, she popped a bit of the cake into her mouth, munching thoughtfully. "As for impressiveness - I think there's plenty of butts in the room that definitely tick that box." | Name:
Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:
Angel
Birth Date:
24th November
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:
Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
Cooking
Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
Chocolate
Day-dreaming
ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
Marvel
Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:
Marvel-bashers
Screamo or death metal
Messing up her paintings
Nosiness
Apathy
Slyness
Ignorance
The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:
Heights
Insects and arachnids
Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:
Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
Tapping out drum beats.
Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:
Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:
Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:
Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮ The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮ Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮ Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮ Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮ If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯ Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯ A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡ Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮ Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯ He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:
Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Black Coyote
Power:
Déjà Vu:
Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising. |
468 | 10 | 22 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Tobias Rieper
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With:Sloane
Sloane decided to pick on him of course. It was to be expected after all, seeing as she hated his guts and he hated hers. "Yeah sure, but there's a thing called human decency. Not that you're decent at all anyway, so I wouldn't expect you to understand." Yes, he had probably already seen most of the group naked already, but by no means did that mean Tobias wanted to see the naked all the time. It wasn't like he was some teenage boy high on hormones, desperate for any glance of the female body. "I honestly could care less if you want to be a rebel and walk around naked."
Tobias wished that would be the end of the conversation, but seeing how Angel and Skylar were joining the conversation, he doubted it. Sloane wasn't the type to just let these things go. It was another reason why Tobias swore one of these days he'd lose his temper and start beating the living shit out of her. Granted, had he met the girl 3-4 years back, Tobias probably would have just swung at her during their first encounter.
Yes, Tobias's constant backtalk wasn't helping much with the situation, but he had to release the anger somehow, seeing how flipping the table over and then losing his shit wasn't much of an option. | Tobias Rieper
“Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.”
Personal Information
NAME
Tobias Rieper
NICKNAMES
Toby
BIRTH DATE
October 13th, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Tobias's light blue eyes highlight his strongly german ancestry, if the pale white skin didn’t tip you off already. No makeup, nor any special hairdos, as one would expect from the average male, but has a beard/moustache. Tobias is exactly six feet tall, weighing around 170 pounds, fit as a fiddle, as his previous gang/prison lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to become weak. Tobias generally has a non expressive face, but he generally tries to smile for his own sake.
CLOTHING
Tobias doesn’t really wear anything too flashy in terms of his fashion, preferring to wear a simple jacket, jeans and some nikes. On occasion, he will wear a suit if he feels the situation requires it. And dress shoes too, because only a heathen would wear sneakers with a suit.
Delving Deeper
♦Thoughtful ♦ Calm ♦ All Talk ♦ Remorseful
PESONALITY
While Tobias used to be aggressive in the past, now he attempts to be calm and less confrontational. While his anger still has a short fuse, Tobias manages to keep it in check, at least for now. Conflict is something he is not afraid of, but will avoid violence at all costs.Tobias would willingly allow another person to beat him, as he feels fighting back would drive him back to his previous life. As such, he tries to talk and bluff his way out of tricky situations. He can be withdrawn at times, as Tobias learned in therapy to mentally remove himself from the picture if his anger is getting out of control.
LIKES
Peace and quiet
Snow
Structure
Cats/Dogs
DISLIKES
Tattoos
Drugs
Smug People
Physical Fighting
FEARS
loss of self control
Reversion to his precious lifestyle
Addiction
HABITS
Plays with his rosary a bit when in deep thought.
As stated before, has a habit of being withdrawn at random times.
BACKGROUND
Tobias was supposed to be the perfect model for the american dream. Four years of college, internship at a major accounting firm, steady and safe job. There was really nothing Tobias should have been complaining about, as he was practically set for life.
But privately, he hated the life. Tobias felt little purpose in his studies, and later, his internship. While his family had paid for his college, and their connections earned him the internship, Tobias felt empty. His dissatisfaction led to his membership in a gang. The drugs helped, and beating up some poor sucker on the wrong side of town gave him a different high. Tobias was hooked. The drugs made him feel immortal, beating up other people gave him purpose and thrills. The gang made use of him as an enforcer, to collect debts, participate in gang fights, you name it.
Ironically, Tobias was arrested for drug use/possession rather than being caught for beating people to near death. He was given three years in jail, losing his job, house, and his car. At first, Tobias blamed everything but himself for this sentence. The system, society, his circumstances. He constantly picked fights with other inmates to get a “high” again. After a year in prison, he “sobered” up and came to a different conclusion.
His downfall was his own fault. There was nothing else to blame. There was something twisted, dark in his head if he had to do drugs or fight to feel satisfied. The system worked exactly as it should have, society was right this time, and he could offer no realistic excuses to his behavior. Tobias started to turn his life around as best he could in prison. Tobias no longer fought, he spent time in drug therapy sessions, and even became a Catholic, attending mass at the prison ministry.
But as soon as he his sentence ended and he was let out, the empty feeling came back. Tobias tried to ignore the feeling, moving to a small town and acquiring a minimum wage job. He no longer cared much about the faith, ignoring it completely.
But a man approached him, and offered him another purpose in life. Grimbold, he called himself. Supposedly Tobias had a higher calling, and as long as he would be willing to follow. Tobias accepted, but there was something in the back of the head telling him this might not be any different from his previous gang lifestyle..
RELATIONSHIPS
Tobias probably comes off as the skeptic. The thinker of the group. He may take charge if no one else is willing.
☯Eddie☯ Weird guy, but nothing to hate him over. Tobias wonders why he’s in such a group however.
☯Teryn/Terry☯ Weird girl, but not as weird as Eddie. Not much to say about her as she rarely says much at all.
⚔Sloane⚔ Troublesome. While he may not backtalk to her, there are certainly times Tobias feels he might lose his temper with her and attempt to beat the living shit out of her. For this reason, Tobias acts cold to her in an attempt to get her to ignore him.
☯Robert☯ Too naive. Kind of reminds him of when he was younger, except with less angst, so he holds little ill will towards Robert.
☮Cara☮A bit on the short side, but she seems nice enough.
☯Nick☯Toby feels like he should say something about his illicit activities, but he feels he'd be a hypocrite considering he was no better at that age.
⚡Nina⚡Reminds him of Sloane.
EXTRA
None
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
A simple raccoon.
POWER
Can predict bad events, but has no idea of the severity/context, just that something bad will happen. |
469 | 10 | 23 | 1,713 | 314 | Robert Taylor
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With;Eddie
Dang, Nina
Robert had been watching her transform and had kept watching her as she walked away. When she turned around and spoke to him, he felt something warm shoot up in his chest and his face. Was she flirting with him? Or was this just Nina? He laughed it off. "I can see that." He said to the door opening through which Nina had just dissapeared.
The girl definitely stirred up the group, with all the looks and comments that followed her. Listening to both Toby and sloane giving their opinions on this matter, he found that he actually agreed with Sloane. "hear hear." He added to her statement as he raised his rumflask, before taking a sip.
He turned back to Eddie who had just told him about his day. "You smooth motherfucker, by the way." He said with a grin as he softly punched his friend on the shoulder. "I really hope she will fall for the spark thing" Rob hold out his flask in an offer for him to have a sip a well. It was also nice to hear that the timid Eddie was secretly tormenting his teacher. Definitely progress.
The cakes that Daniël had brought were fantastic. Sugary goodness. Being with his 'family' like this, made him forget his crappy workdays. What's there to want more than being with friends to eat and drink, with the occasional naked beauty. Well and ofcourse a mission from the dark lord Grimbledore.
Speaking of the devil, the man was coming back from his station at the door, where he had been greeting everyone. He sat down at the head of the table and started eating his soup, and mumbling something about Nick being late.
Robert guessed this would mean it wouldn't take long before they would get to the news or activity of the evening. Which was a shame, because after the long day, he felt a lot for just laying around by the fire place in his fox form. He hoped they didn't have to go outside. That shrine, did it even do anything? | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
470 | 10 | 24 | 1,482 | 3,728 | Nick
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Everyone, a bunny
Finally wedging the door open with some difficulty, pushing it open further with the bottom of his shoe, Nick scrambled inside a number of minutes after Nina left for the other room. Loose laughter came out of him as gave Grimbold a lazy salute, before pulling off his jacket off his shoulders and crossing to find a free spot on the floor, absently fixing his shirt as he did so…carrying the fuzzy bunny on his other arm? The bunny looked both confused and less than amused. Nick was fine with this. He pet it on the head.
Opening his mouth as he pointed a finger to the small animal on his arm, whose nose twitched at the smell of food, food the teen had largely ignored that in his own excitement…eyes darting around a second, Nick snapped his mouth shut, his brows raising high at the topic of discussion. There was some quiet snickering before more amused laughter.
While the teen liked to think he was mature enough to hang with people a few years older than himself, that he might have gotten used to the presence of the rest of them, somehow it still amused him greatly, the idea of one of them running around scrambling for clothing. Then again, some of them were rather shameless about their nudity, and Nick wasn’t exactly an exception to this either.
If someone told he’d be hanging out with an older, magical, semi-nudist colony people…might’ve joined the club sooner. Hah.
Letting his tongue hang out the side of his mouth as he directed his attention to a box, reaching for a cake to hold up for the bunny's inspection, giving the nearest person to his right a wink and a grin, ”Whose butt? Who was naked? You guys weren’t…doing something weird before I came in here, right?” Waggling his eyebrows in good fun, Nick really didn’t mean anything by what he said. For the most part, he did consider most of them family…that’s why it was kind of getting fucking weird with some of them, but ah, he wasn’t going to judge. | Name:
Nicholas Foster
Nickname:
Nick, Ferret-boy
Birth Date:
December 25, 1999…a Christmas baby
Age:
16
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
1 on the Kinsey Scale
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Nick, like his own older siblings, ended up going through puberty early on. Standing at five foot ten inches, a lean build that has filled in somewhat during the summer, the teen is often mistaken for someone a handful of years older than the reality. His natural hair and eye color are a light brown, though he recently let his sister style and his hair ‘her way’, resulting in his current look. As part of his test of boundaries, the teen got tattooed and several piercings, though he decided against piercings after a number of months with them.
Clothing Style:
The teen hasn’t really thought on his own personal style. If he owns it, if it fits, if the colors aren’t harmful to the eyes, he will wear it…graphic t-shirts, jeans, and running shoes tend to be his jam, however.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Being around people
Taking about everything, and nothing
Funny animals
Sketching tattoo designs
Climbing and hiking
Graffiti
Dubstep
Dislikes:
Taking medicine
Spicy foods
Raisins
Fears:
Responsibility
Boredom
Loneliness
Losing the friendship of a long-time friend
Habits:
Oft volunteers himself to sneaking booze and cigarettes for his fellow under aged teens.
When it gets too quiet for him, he either starts whistling or starts narrating quietly to himself.
Personality:
♦ Creative ♦ Easy-going ♦ Fun-Loving ♦ Impulsive
Going with the flow of life, Nick can go from having a perfect attendance one week to skipping out a month the very next, taking pictures of graffiti to making improvements to them. With both of his older siblings having barely graduated high school in their own days, not seeking higher educations before getting to work right away, the teen always saw fit to just go with that as well. He strongly admires more dedicated artist types, and after getting tattooed, strongly desires learning more about the art of tattoo itself.
Like any other teen, Nick does have a bit of insecurity when it comes to acceptance, and after getting peer pressured into buying things that most teens are generally restricted from, now volunteers for such tasks without having to be asked. When it comes to his future, Nicholas really doesn’t know,
Background:
Around the time that he was born, his older brother was already eighteen and his sister thirteen, his father just leaving to teach overseas. At some point, his mother left, his father continued his teaching job, and his siblings doing what they could to support the household. A lot of this happened when he was too young, and he never thought to ask or bring it up, happened too long ago.
At aged ten, his father decided that everyone would relocate to some affordable housing in Tallshade, before skedaddling off to yet another country to teach. His brother got a job as a waiter at a local restaurant, his sister landed work at a beauty salon, and Nick would sometimes come to watch them work when school was over. When in high school, more specifically, when skipping a class of high school…Nicholas met their mentor. Enticed by the mystery of what this power was, rather than just having the power itself, and led along by his own curiosity…and this different sense of family…the teen conceded to join and fulfill these task, his first one having been to break into a house to steal a baby’s pacifier.
Position in the group:
Considers himself the younger brother, which isn’t all that bad. He’s actually used to the role of younger brother, having two older siblings in his own family. He actually thinks everyone in the group are pretty cool.
He likes Eddie's sincerity.
Admires Sloane, her tattoos, and her work. He thinks she's pretty badass.
Doesn’t really know what to make of Terry, besides admiring her photography skills, but really doesn’t have enough faith in himself when it comes to sitting down to hear about that art history stuff.
Rob...
Feels like Toby is judging him, or at least doesn’t like something with him, but he can’t be certain.
Cara...
Nina...
Extra:Dark powers:
Animal Form: Ferret
This fuzzy little fucker.
Power:
Induction of restlessness? If he’s bugged by being ignored, or the lack of energy, someone may get restless leg syndrome for a short time, or later experience a small bit of insomnia. |
471 | 10 | 25 | 28 | 71 | Edward Hansen
Location: Grimbold's cabin
Interacting with: Robert , Nick
Eddie nodded in appreciation and took a sip from Robert's flask. It made him cough a little, but he mostly managed it. It was a fair bit stronger than what he usually drank (water). "Yeah, I hope so too." he replied. The room was dying down from Nina's little exposé. Eddie didn't particularly like Nina, but damn...
Eddie was relieved when Nick arrived. And confused when he saw the bunny. "Nina was in her cat form when we got here. Then she decided to give everyone something to talk about, apparently" Eddie explained in response Nick's inquiry. "Anyway, you should try the soup. It's vegetable, so your little friend might like some." Eddie entertained the thought of it being a new member of the group, but that was very unlikely.
Eddie sat back with a pastry in his hand, nodding his appreciation to Daniel. As he ate, he felt content with the atmosphere of the room. He got to see all his friends in one place, and even the not-so-friends were leaving him alone. He looked to Grimbold, who had brought them all together. It was nice, and Eddie was ready for whatever mission Grimbold had in store for them. | Name:
Edward Anthony Hansen
Nickname:
Eddie. Don't call me Ed.
Birth Date:
January 31st, 1993
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Standing at 5' 7" and weighing 200 lbs, Eddie is a bit lumpy, but stays in shape with running. He has light brown hair and a meticulously kept goatee. His eyes are a light green, hiding behind thick black rimmed glasses. Caucasion, with vague traces of ethnicity. A pretty standard American mutt.
Clothing Style:
Likes solid color shirts with a pocket on the chest, loosely tucked into dark blue jeans. Dirty sneakers at the brink of falling apart. He doesn't usually buy new shoes unless his old pair are unuseable.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Tinkering
Reading (Mostly fiction)
Girls with red hair
Cracking jokes, being sarcastic
Dislikes:
Bodily fluids
Violence/Tense situations
Cats
Repetition
Fears:
Claustrophobic
Fire
Spiders
Habits:
Fidgets with his tools (Usually carries around a phillips screwdriver in his pocket, and twists it around when nervous)
Loves junk food
Prone to laughing in uncomfortable situations
Personality:
♦ Honest ♦ Creative ♦ Inquisitive ♦ Timid
Eddie is soft-hearted and good natured. Tends to stray away from conflicts and tense situations, and quick to give in to another's will. Enjoys taking things apart, seeing how they work, and attempting to put them back together. Pretty much at home with wherever his toolbox lands. Likes to spend time with friends, but tries to steer any conversation away from debate, especially if he thinks it might get heated. Will usually side with whoever has the greatest show of force, despite his actual feelings. Isn't afraid to do what needs to be done, to an extent.
Background:
Eddie comes from a broken house, on the outskirts of the nearest city. His mother was abusive, she would bully him into doing what she wanted and threatened to burn the house down when he wouldn't. His father was a gentle understanding man, and did his best to do damage control for his wife. As a result, Eddie decided he would follow his father's lead, which was to try to defuse any possible situation.
Growing up, he discovered a fascination with machines, and was eager to practice. Unfortunately, his practice involved taking apart household appliances, sure he could put them back together. But, being inexperienced, kept losing pieces and forgetting the steps to repair them. Then his mother made good on her promise. She set the house on fire, with Eddie and his father inside. Eddie doesn't really remember what happened, but his father didn't make it. His mother was found criminally insane.
Years later, Eddie moved to Tallshade. Eddie decided he wanted to go to the university, where he could hone his craft, and get away from bad memories. There he met Grimbold, late one night while out walking. Eddie was immediately enamored. Something about his voice was so warm and comforting... fatherly. He promised Eddie gifts in exchange for Eddie's loyalty and service, to which Eddie eagerly agreed. All he had to do was loosen the screws on a bike so it makes a squeaky sound. Mostly harmless, right?
Position in the group:
As far as position goes, Eddie would be considered support. He wouldn't dare take a leadership role, any opposition would easily succeed. No, Eddie would much rather be in the back, quietly performing whatever task was required of him.
As far as relationships go:
Sloane:☯ Eddie doesn't mind Sloane. She pushes him around a little, but no different than most of the people he grew up with. He admires her ability to stand out and be proud. Also, he is attracted to her. Not her looks, necessarily, but the way she carries herself. Though he would never have the courage to say that out loud. Sloane might hit him.
Terry:☯ Terry is different from almost anyone Eddie's met from home. She doesn't really yell at or hit him, but he is still terrified of her. The way she looks right through him. She knows he's a coward, Eddie is sure of it. When they first made eye contact, it was like he was watching her read his life story, pulled from his eyes. And she didn't seem impressed. Or sympathetic. Or, anything at all, really.
Robert:♫ Eddie and Robert became friends soon after he moved to Tallshade. Robert could easily see the advantages of having a guy who has access to tools, and is easy to persuade, as a friend. Eddie is more willing to take Robert's side, easily taken in by his "plans".
Tobias:☯ Seems dangerous, but mostly leaves Eddie alone, which is fine by him.
Cara:☮ She's nice to Eddie, if not a little controlling. Sometimes she will give Eddie (strongly worded) advice on various aspects of his life. Eddie will usually go along with it, mostly because he's seen how she reacts to others taking control away.
Nick:☮ Eddie likes Nick's impulsiveness, and wants to look out for him, even though he doesn't seem like he needs it.
Nina:⚔ Eddie tries to avoid Nina whenever possible, just the same as Nina makes snide comments whenever possible.
Extra:
Eddie usually carries a few loose screws, nuts, and bolts in his shirt pocket. Never know when you'll need them, right? Also carries a phillips screwdriver in his right pocket. Can usually be seen carrying his toolbox, with an assortment of wrenches, drivers, a hammer, etc. Not a full set, being one that was scavenged over the years, so the tools are also usually in poor condition. Other than that, pretty standard young adult gear. Wallet, phone, etc.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
German Shepherd
Power:
Can give metal things static charge. Not enough to power anything, but enough to give people a zap when touched. Eddie can affect any metal object he can see in detail, so if he loses his glasses he can only affect objects he can touch. |
472 | 10 | 26 | 53 | 1,622 | Cara Osborne
Location; Grimbold's cabin
Interacting With; Angel , Toby , Sloane and Draco Malfoy Nick
"Well, at least we don't have any Lannisters around." A pause. "Or do we?" Cara grinned at Angel, jokingly hinting at her being a Lannister. Sometimes the girl could get annoying, but at least she wasn't as annoying as a certain someone from the series.
Giving Daniel an inviting smile, Cara reached over the table to grab the baked goodie. "Thanks," nodding in thanks, she sat back down as she began munching on the free cake. It wasn't often that Cara would treat herself to cakes and sweets, unless they were chocolate, however the café in town had baked goods to die for. Or at least some of them were, anyway.
Sitting between Sloane and Toby was somewhat ruining the zen moment in the cabin. Of course they had to bicker about decency even though everyone has pretty much seen each other naked a handful of times (giving quite the eyeful too, going by how Terry was previously enjoying the view). Dusting her hands of any extra cake crumbs, the girl commented, "Now now, children, momma loves you all only if you let her eat."
"Oh look, Draco's here." Cara nodded at Nick, still grinning as he entered the cabin and arrived at the table, the entire family - minus Nina, since she was still getting dressed after her change from a cat -finally surrounding the table. | Name:
Catherine Amaya Osborne
Nickname:
Cara
Birth Date:
November 7th
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Barely reaching 5'1" and weighing only 50kg (110lbs), Cara gives the impression of being cute and harmless. While she likes to be known as cute, harmless is something she's certainly not. The petite girl has an hourglass figure, hips wide but waist slender, usually maintained by her rapid metabolism and strict diet (other than chocolate, Cara can never resist anything chocolatey).
Cara has a dimple on her left cheek, an indication of her smiley nature. She also has a naturally tanned complexion, complementing her brown hair and eyes. Speaking of eyes, Cara has wide doe eyed brown orbs, giving her an innocent look which is framed with thick, dark eyebrows. She also has shoulder-length brown hair, thick and kept straight with overgrown fringes that frame her somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly.
Clothing Style:
Cara loves to dress up, no matter the occasion. She loves to wear various skirts and dresses, as long as it's chic and cute (to match her bubbly-looking appearance). She also likes experimenting with her clothes, so one day she may go for a bold design, or the other she'd wear something simple.
Make-up wise, Cara loves to define her eyes, either with some eyeliner or with dark eyeshadow. Lip colours vary depending on her mood or the situation, usually switching from naturals, pinks and bold reds.
Deeper
Likes:
Tea
Terrible romance drama films
Cycling
Reading
Chocolate
Dislikes:
Doing nothing
Coffee
People who call her a control freak
Anything cold
Debby-downers
Fears:
Losing control of her life
Suffocating
Letting people too close
Habits:
Tapping her fingers against surfaces
Playing with her hair
Pouting her lips while in thought
Personality:
♦ Kind ♦ Control Freak ♦ Blunt ♦ Stubborn ♦ Manipulative ♦
At first glance, people assume that Cara is docile and harmless, the cutesy one, if you will. However, Cara is anything but docile. She has been known to argue and stand by her points (and values) no matter what, her stubborn streak comparable to that of a boulder. Her stubbornness paired with her controlling personality can make her quite the unpleasant person to hang around with, most of the time. However, Cara refuses to acknowledge herself as a control-freak, that's one thing that would piss her off.
Cara is very confident, in herself and her abilities. She is also always found with a smile (whether its fake or genuine, people usually can't tell). Don't get fooled by her sweet smile, however, as Cara can potentially use her 'sweet, innocent appearance' to dupe people. Cara also likes to consider herself honest, but most of her 'honesty' is just the blunt truth. She never sugar-coats her words (unless she's fooling someone), her words usually unfiltered.
Overall, Cara can be nice when she needs to be, but piss her off and she can be a vindictive little bitch.
Background:
Born in the English countryside, in a small town where everyone knew everything, Catherine had a normal childhood. Or, as normal as one could get having seven older siblings. It wasn't like she was neglected or abused in the household, but Catherine knew that she wasn't the most wanted child. Having to compete with seven other children for any attention, Catherine developed into a loud, stubborn child that was hard to reason with unless she was bribed with chocolates.
Catherine was encouraged to pick up many hobbies, including dancing and painting alongside furthering her education. Most of her siblings were average students, Catherine included. However, the girl had found her calling in life: to be a surgeon, where she had the contol and power to save lives. The medicine path motivated the girl throughout her childhood and teenage years, making her a hard-working student and achieving good grades even though she wasn't a genius.
This remained until Cara finished her secondary education, achieving high grades - especially in science and maths. The girl, during her hunt for a university, stumbled on a town named Tallshade hidden within the forest. Liking the prospect of moving away from the stuffy town, Cara applied immediately for a medical course, before packing up and moving out as soon as she hit eighteen.
Cara performed well during the first few years of her medical degree, studying hard and maintaining her work ethic like back at home. Cara met The Mentor during one of her panic-study sessions at the local library. Funnily enough, the girl actually screamed out 'I wish I could get them to listen to me!' before she noticed The Mentor beside her. Offering her powers in exchange doing whatever he wanted, the girl accepted immediately.
That was a year ago, and now, Cara loves her life.
Position in the group:
Cara's desire for control means that she strives to be a leader, even if she's not the best person to lead a team. She likes to consider everybody in the group as friends, or at least some of them, but it doesn't mean that they're exempt to her blunt and bold personality.
☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || 💕 Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚡ Rivals || ⚔ Nemesis
☮ Eddie ☮
Sweet guy, but he just needs to stand up for himself. Cara likes Eddie enough to try and tame her bold personality so she doesn't scare him off (even if it's not much difference). Cara doesn't like Nina's tendancy to bully Eddie, which often results in her advising him on ways to defend himself - her advice usually coming out as forceful.
☯ Terry ☯
Cara appreciates her observant nature, knowing that her fake smiles don't work on the quiet girl. Cara tends to just stay away from Terry, more because she doesn't know how to approach her without losing her cool.
☮ Sloane ☮
Bold and proud, Cara definitely likes Sloane, acting friendly enough to her. If she were attracted to women, she would've been attracted to Sloane.
☯ Robert ☯
Robert's playful nature reminds her of an excitable puppy. Cara doesn't mind going along with many of his schemes, as long as she doesn't consider it stupid. Again, like with many of the others, Cara remains friendly with Robert, as long as he doesn't make her feel like she doesn't have control during his schemes.
☮ Toby ☮
He's quite the looker, but withdrawn. She doesn't know much about Toby, and while she's curious, she doesn't bother to ask. There is a possibility that Cara could be attracted to Toby, but its more of a physical thing, rather than an emotional one.
☮ Nick ☮
Like the little brother of the group, Cara can understand what its like to be the youngest sibling, but she doesn't baby Nick either, no matter how adorable he looks in his ferret form.
⚡ Nina ⚡
Nina and Cara have a hot and cold friendship: one day they could get along well enough to watch movies and hang out with each other, the next they could easily grate on each other's nerves.
☮ Angel ☮
Angel is one girl that Cara knows she can have a argument debate with, no matter how heated it may get due to their stubborn nature. Both also from England, Cara likes to think that the two are friends. She doesn't mind showing Angel around Tallshade, since Cara understands what its like to be new in a different environment.
Extra:
Cara speaks with a hint of a British accent, one of the only hints to her British background.
She's trying to give up smoking, after having a little health scare a while ago. powers:
Animal Form:
Power:
Cara has the ability to make people hear whispers. It's not her speaking, but just simple idle chatter as if someone is right behind them, even if no one is there. Serves as a great distraction tool during exam season, though. |
473 | 10 | 27 | 1,713 | 314 | Grimbold
Location; At the table
Interacting With;Everybody
Grimbold looked around the room. He enjoyed the energy that the youngsters had. the jokes, the sneers, the flirtations. It reminded him of his own youth. The time before he grew old and weary, and his heart heavy. He was in this business for a very long time now. Too long. He thought of the others that he had roamed the forests with. The group of which he was the only one left now.
Once he saw that everybody finished eating, he loudly cleared his throat and sat up straight. With his hands he held on to the corners of the table. "Boys! Girls! I want to welcome you again tonight on our full moon meeting. I hope you enjoyed the soup and tried the cakes that Daniel was so kind to bring."
His deep voice bellowed through the room.
He paused and made sure everybody was paying attention.
"I'm also glad to see the newest member of our family is fitting right in. I expect everybody to make her feel at home. We look after each other."
From Angel, he shifted his attention to Nick who had just entered. He just looked at the boy in silence for a second, as if to ask why he was late, and what he was planning with the rabbit. But he didn't say anything about it. Then continued his speech to the group.
"We'll be visiting the shrine tonight. But before we do, I'm pretty sure you're all curious to hear what our next task is." He cleared his throat again.
"For each of you, I have a person that needs to be brought bad luck. Whatever you do to him or her is up to you, but they need to stay in their house next saturday. They're not supposed to go out. You could make them feel bad or scared, you could lock them in. Have them break their legs. It's up to you. But they can't leave the house coming saturday."
Grimbold looked around the room to make sure everybody understood what he was saying.
"You can help each other. Ask others for help if you need it.
These are your targets..." Grimbold started calling the names of everybody in the group. After every name, there was the name of their target. Some were familiar. Some weren't.
"Oh, and one more thing" Grimbold added after he had finished the list. "Keep your saturday evening free. You might get a phonecall with a request. Accept the offer."
He gave them some time to take it in.
With a much softer voice he ended: finish your soup, if you still need to. Sorry Nina, but we're changing again. Tonight we're learning. We'll be heading out in ten minutes.” | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
474 | 10 | 28 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Teryn Ikeda
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; Daniel Reyes
Terry was taken aback by the sound of Daniel's voice. "I... whatever..." she muttered back, unable to come up with a decent excuse or defense. Her face quickly returned to its normal color and she pretended as if nothing had happened.
Luckily for her, everyone had apparently arrived and Grimbold was starting the meeting officially. She waited to hear what her mission was. Apparently they were trying to keep people inside their homes on Saturday. Another random task that somehow was a part of something bigger. The person she was assigned to was Ms. Victoria Young, a girl in her English class. She had nothing against the poor girl, she rarely had anything against her victims, but it was a mission. Now, how was she going to keep her inside? She would prefer to do it without hurting anyone but if it came to it, she wouldn't hesitate.
When Grimbold announced that they were going outside to "learn", Terry frowned. "Why did I ever agree to this?" she wondered, feeling exasperated. There were other ways she could have been spending her Monday night, like work on that 20 page research paper due next week. "Well, no use complaining now."
She went into the other room and decided to remove her clothes there before changing into her animal form. Unlike Nina, she wasn't going to show off her body to the entire group. After taking off her clothes, she was already starting to shiver. She quickly transformed into a raven so she didn't have to deal with the cold anymore. Even though it felt weird the first few times she has done it, she was quite used to transforming now. It was like putting on a sweater or something. She flew out the window and perched out on the branch of a nearby tree. She waited for the rest of the group to come out as well and wondered what Grimbold had in store for them. | Teryn Ikeda
"I just can't deal with people right now... or ever."- -Teryn IkedaPersonal Information
Name:
Teryn Kanae Ikeda
Nickname:
Terry, TK, Scary Terry (Though she would glare at you for calling her this)
Birth Date:
February 20th, 19XX
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual but starting to feel a bit bi-curious.
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Terry is fairly tall for a Japanese girl, standing at 5"7. She has long, sleek black hair and always gets it cut in the same blunt fashion. Don't even bother trying to ask her to change her hair because it will never happen. She has pale skin from lack of sun exposure and delicate facial features. Some might say she has a "resting bitch face", but at least she makes up for it with her nice, slim body. Her brown eyes are cold and always seem like they're looking straight through you.
Clothing Style:
Terry likes to wear long-sleeved dresses paired off with tights or lace leggings. She enjoys wearing lace a lot. She generally wears a lot of black but also likes other dark colors like dark red because they don't make her look like a ghost. She wears a lot of accessories such as scarves, hats, sunglasses, and more to add more to her look. When she feels lazy, she'll wear an oversized sweater and leggings. Her shoes of choice are heels because she likes feeling tall and believes they show off her legs more.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Cloudy days
Art History
Shiny objects
Mint
Tea
Photography
Dislikes:
Sunlight
Heavy foods
Racist jokes about her ethnicity
Loud noises
Dogs
Fears:
Her Grandmother
Dying
The Ocean
Habits:
Rolling her eyes
Chewing mint-flavored gum
Putting on sunblock
Personality:
♦ Observant ♦ Cynical ♦ Stubborn ♦ Standoffish
Terry isn't the most optimistic person around. She doesn't have that much faith in others and more than often assumes the worse will occur. Regardless, she thinks highly of herself and her ability to be able to observe the world around her. However, once she believes she is correct about something, it is hard for anyone to convince her otherwise even if she was actually wrong. It is rather hard for her to make friends because of this, but she is not necessarily a bad person, just a hard person to get along with. It suits her fine though, she doesn't feel like she needs friends anyways.
Background:
Terry had a normal childhood. Her dad was a somewhat wealthy business man and her mother was a stay at home mom. She was never neglected or abused. Her grandmother was always harsh and scary, but besides that Terry lived a peaceful life. She was never good at making friends and was only average in her school work. Her parents always let her do what she wanted, which wasn't much. She simply wanted to be alone and have a nice camera to take photos with.
Tallshade was a weird town. Perfect for an outcast like Terry. She was looking up universities her junior year of high school when she discovered Tallshade. She particularly liked the fact that it was dark and covered in shade half of the year. She managed to convince her parents to let her apply to the small university there and found out that she was accepted her senior year.
At the university, she is currently studying as an art history major. One day after class, she went into the woods to take some photos. A strange, old man approached her. She tried to ignore him at first, but he began to talk to her. He offered to give her powers as long as she promised to do what he said. It felt like a scene from Harry Potter which wasn't a good thing because she hated the series, but decided to accept his offer. Actually now that she thought about it, she still didn't know why she accepted his offer. He was very convincing...
Position in the group:
Terry understands that they are all working together for some unknown cause so she simply sees them as a group of coworkers or a rag-tag team. She would be the quiet one who does what she is supposed to do, but would never go the extra lengths to befriend everyone.
☮Sloane: Terry admires Sloane's artistic abilities and finds her to be an agreeable person. Terry isn't sure whether or not they could be considered friends, but Terry respects Sloane and is more likely to listen to her than to others.
☯Eddie: Terry has noticed that Eddie is very much a pushover. He appears to be afraid of her so they don't talk much. She is somewhat amused by the fact that she intimidates him so much but doesn't know a lot about him besides the obvious.
☯Nina: Nina likes to be in the center of attention, Terry doesn't. Nina isn't the nicest person around but as long as she doesn't bother her, Terry is fine with it.
☯Robert: Terry is quick to put Robert down when he tries to get her and the others to join in on his schemes. She believes that he is childish and arrogant. Despite the fact that he should know very well that she doesn't like him, he still tries to talk to her from time to time and she can't figure out why. She is interested in his music and poetry, but would never vocally express that.
☯Tobias: Well, she won't deny that he is easy on the eyes. But that's about it. They don't bother to talk to each other at all.
⚡Cara: At first glance, Cara is like Terry's opposite. Though Terry is aware of her somewhat two-faced nature, she doesn't care. All she knows is that she won't be falling for her 'sweet smile'. Still, she tends to stay away from Cara. Something about her just rubs Terry the wrong way, well more than most people do.
☮ Nick: She has sort of a soft spot for Nick, probably because he is so youngand she never had siblings before. She's very subtle about it though. For instance, she isn't as harsh and not as likely to shoot him down. She also keeps an eye out for him and would be willing to show him her photos from time to time.
☯Skye: She's a very nice person. Not a person Terry would associate herself with, but still Skye is a good person.
☯Angel: Terry's aware that Angel doesn't like her, but doesn't let it bother too much. She won't argue needlessly with the girl, but she won't try to get her to like her either.
☯Daniel: Though they don't talk, he seems like a person that Terry could get along with. He seems to understand her better than most people and gets that she is just who she is.
Extra:
Terry is like bazillionth-generation Japanese American so she doesn't even know how to speak Japanese. She will begrudgingly admit that she had watch anime when she was younger but will deny that she watches them anymore. The secret to her classic hair style? She cuts it herself because she doesn't even trust a hair stylist with it.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Raven
Power:
She can create light breezes that could result in things like bad hair days and important papers getting lost |
475 | 10 | 29 | 426 | 102 | Daniel Reyes
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: N/A
As everyone reached for the box of cakes and pastries that he had so kindly "borrowed" from the Cafe, Daniel nodded his acknowledgement to each member of the group in turn as they either verbally thanked him or otherwise made some gesture of thanks in his direction. Even the simple act of thanking him brought a warm feeling to his chest. It gave him that sense of belonging that he had longed for all his life. Even though he didn't interact much with the group, he felt more at home here, in this cabin in the woods, with these people he called family, than he ever has growing up in France. Daniel glanced towards the door as Nick finally made his appearance. Without so much as a reason for his tardiness, Nick simply plopped down on the floor. The familiar pang of jealously rose up in Daniel. To be so carefree must be a blessing. However, Daniel quickly quelled his emotions, merely glad that everyone was finally here.
Finishing the bread roll in his hand, Daniel's attention was captured once more as Grimbold stood and made his announcement. Simultaneously excited and anxious to hear what was in store for them, Daniel held onto every word that left the man's mouth. A wicked smirk graced Daniel's features, a rare expression for the young man to show. His target was none other than Monsieur Brian Cobald, the manager of the Castle Street Cafe and the source of Daniel's frustration while at work. The irony was almost laughable. Ready to finally stretch his wings, Daniel stood up from the table and left the cabin. Deciding to leave the privacy of the spare room for the girls, he walked around back behind the cabin to his usual shadowed alcove nestled between two large oak trees. Daniel quickly stripped and transformed. Lean muscled arms gave way to long leathery black wings while smooth white skin was covered in course fur. Smell and hearing became amplified to their maximum potential while vision, not so much. He didn't realize it until he transformed for the first time that there was a very literal meaning behind being "as blind as a bat". But the freedom of being able to fly was more than he could ever ask for. Daniel the Bat gave his wings one good stretch before taking flight, swooping back around to the front of the cabin, and hanging upside down from a branch near the door. He noticed a raven on a branch not too far from his own tree and figured Teryn must have not wasted any time in transforming either. If he could smile right now he would. They were both impatient people it seemed. | Name:
Daniel Anton Reyes
Nickname:
Danny
Birth Date:
June 3rd
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Daniel hides his emotions behind a veil of sea green eyes and controlled expressions. His perfectly arched eyebrows and flawless skin are merely a reflection of his upbringing and the mask his father unknowingly created. The only true expression of himself is the wild nature of his messy brown hair and small smiles he sometimes allows himself to show. Danny is average height for his age, standing at 5’8” and has a lean muscular build.
Clothing Style:
Not liking to stand out, his wardrobe consists mostly of simple neutral colored button-ups with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of comfortable jeans, dark blue or black. His shoe of choice is a pair of black high-top Converse. The only indication of his rebellious nature is a black studded belt he wears around his waist.
Delving Deeper
Guarded ♦ Observant ♦ Wary ♦ Rebellious
Background & Personality (because I believe it takes one to determine the other):
From a young age Daniel has learned to create a different outward persona dependent upon what the situation calls for at the time. Being raised in upscale Paris by his father, money, and a prestigious name to boot, appearances were everything. Social functions, garden parties, hosting important people from around the world. These were but a few examples of Daniel’s childhood. While other children his age were fussing over skinned knees and the newest video game, young Daniel was expected to be seen but not heard. Raised to be the heir to eventually take over his father’s company; composed, reserved, only speak when spoken to, everything you do elegant and refined. Everything was fine at first because he didn’t know any different. It was simply the world he lived in. But as he reached his teenage years Daniel’s observant nature started telling him a different story. A story of cloaks-and-daggers, false smiles and pretty lies. Friendly conversation was only a guise for some deeper ill intent. All the pretty gowns and well-tailored suits he had admired as a child became loud exclamations of one’s wealth and nothing more. His father’s stern lectures and strict instructions for Daniel’s upbringing turned out to be no more than a business plan for his future heir. There was no longer any warmth in his father’s eyes nor kindness in his words. If they had ever been there to begin with Daniel no longer trusted himself to know. He lost trust in people and closed himself off, becoming wary of the deeper meaning behind their intentions. This also led to a rebellious streak in Daniel. Not the kind of hell-raising rebellion they show in movies, but the more subtle rebellion of not listening to orders or making a rude comment to a guest while he knew his father was watching. However, these rebellious outbursts were few and far between as he didn’t like bringing more attention to himself than was necessary. He already had enough of that as it is.
Hating the idea of being his father’s puppet and being no more than a pretty face with a powerful name, Daniel decided to run away when he turned 18. Saving up his allowance over the years and claiming his inheritance at his coming of age party granted him the ability to do just that. He sat through the tutoring sessions his father arranged and continued to smile gracefully at his father’s side. When the time finally came, under the cloak of darkness while the mansion slept, Daniel packed as much clothing and various necessities as he could fit in a backpack and fled. He hailed a taxi to the airport and bought the soonest ticket out of Paris.
This led him to Tallshade, a tiny town in America nestled between a huge forest at the base of a mountain. The perfect sense of seclusion he had been looking for. Seemingly isolated from the rest of the world, it gave Daniel the freedom to make a new life for himself. However, he learned real quick how unforgiving the world can be. He also soon realized that he didn’t really possess a true identity for himself. Having grown up in the shadow of his father and knowing nothing other than what he had been taught, who was he now that he was free from all that? Who was Daniel Reyes when we wasn’t acting the perfect model son? He had a collection of “masks” and nothing more.
He settled down in a modest apartment and stashed his money somewhere out of sight. Daniel didn’t want to have to rely on his namesake to get what he needed but having it readily available gave him a security blanket to fall back on should he need it. He did odd jobs around town, took a couple random classes at the local university, anything to give him a sense of purpose in a world that was foreign to him. The one thing he was grateful for however, was all the language classes his father made him take. He couldn’t imagine how much of a nightmare arriving in a new country would be not knowing the language. He spoke with a subtle French accent but was able to be understood by the locals well enough.
Daniel met Grimbold one night when he decided to take a late night walk to clear his head. He had been feeling especially lost lately and homesick in a Stockholm’s Syndrome sort of way. He rationalized this by telling himself it was the security of familiarity and structure that he missed. Settled down amongst the grass in a clearing in the woods, he stared up at the stars and wished for things he couldn’t have. Almost as if in answer, The Mentor appeared as quiet as a whisper and promised him freedom and power, among other things. He had been chosen for a reason, Grimbold told him. There were others too. The only condition was to serve him whenever Daniel was called upon. That almost caused Daniel to deny the old man on the spot. Here was another puppetmaster looking to take hold of Daniel’s severed strings. However, Daniel couldn’t sense any hidden agendas or twisted ideals from the man and the promise of purpose and a place to belong was too strong a temptation to ignore. Looking back on it now, Daniel should’ve seen it as an omen, something too good to be true. He was right back at square one, taking orders from a higher power for some unknown greater purpose. But 5 years later Daniel finds himself working as a barista at the local coffeehouse, still obeying The Mentor’s wishes when the time came.
Likes:
People-watching
Being around people but not overly interacting with them
Books/Reading
Running
Pastries/Bread
Dislikes:
Bringing unnecessary attention to himself
Being forced to do something
Alcohol and the loss of control it provides
Sycophants, brown-nosers
Anything that reminds him of his past life
Fears:
Losing purpose
Removing his “mask”
Getting close to anyone and getting hurt
Being found and brought back to Paris
Habits:
Tends to fake smiles out of habit due to his upbringing
Closes his eyes when a situation makes him feel uncomfortable
Leaves unannounced to go for a run to clear his head, sort his thoughts
Night owl and suffers from slight insomnia
Position in the Group:
Hangs out in the background to observe others. Doesn’t trust easily and even though he’s been in this for the better part of 5 years, Daniel still feels like everyone is merely an acquaintance and prefers to keep it that way. He’ll never admit it aloud but he’s afraid of letting others in. He admires everyone in the group, mostly for things he feels he lacks, but feels safer keeping everyone in neutral standing and only working together as a team if it’s absolutely necessary.
☯ Eddie – Seems nice enough. Appreciates his honesty.
☯ Teryn – Feels he can relate with her on an indirect level due to both their tendencies to not trust easily. She can sometimes come off as rude or defensive but he can respect that she has her reasons as he has his.
☯ Sloane – He admires her sense of individuality and confidence.
☯ Robert – Seems like a troublemaker but Daniel can appreciate his sense of adventure and spontaneity.
☯ Tobias – Feels almost as if they could be twin brothers but will not openly acknowledge this.
☯ Cara – He knows all too well of her fake smiles and pretty words and sees her as an annoying little sister-type.
☯ Nick – Jealous of his carefree nature and lack of worry of what the future might bring.
☯ Nina – Likes her confidence but gets annoyed by her spoiled attitude towards others. Enjoys having someone to talk to in his native language.
☯ Angel – Intrigued by her ability to blend in and relate to anybody. Thankful for her humor that quickly diffuses tense situations.
☯ Sky – Respects her maturity and feels like she would listen the most if he ever felt the need to confide in someone.
Dark Powers:
Animal Form:
Black Bat
Power: Echolocation
Being able to cause headaches from as minor as a constant throbbing to as severe as vertigo, dizziness and a loss of balance.
Much like how bats use echolocation by creating a sound and processing the information they receive from the echo, Daniel uses his power by whistling while maintaining line of sight with his target. He is also able to determine the severity of the target's headache by changing the pitch of his whistle. Prolonged use of his power causes Daniel to become extremely fatigued.
EDIT: Updated information on how Daniel uses his power. |
476 | 10 | 30 | 2,235 | 2,290 | Skylar Montgomery
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With: Sloane and Grimbold
Once she heard Sloane`s response Grimbold called their attention and she looked over at the older man. She had a great deal of respect for him. Even if their missions were somewhat weird sometimes, they always had a reason behind them. There wasn`t much room to argue when they had chosen this path themselves. It was exactly a thing you could walk away from once you started it. He started to speak about their mission assignment, eagerly she listened to they would be doing. Apparently they were going to be given someone they had to keep indoors on Saturday. The next instructions that they themselves were to be free on Saturday as well. For her this was manageable but she didn`t know about the others who had careers to worry about. It`d probably be more difficult to move things around. Once again however, they had picked this life, there wasn`t any backing out.
The person she was assigned was a man named Henry Johnson. At the present moment she didn`t know who this man was or how she was going to know who he was. There would be many ways for her to meet him, the question of who he was, was kind of intimidating however. This was a small town, everyone knew mostly everyone, or at least who they were. This guy would either be a new resident or not a very known one. "I get Mr.John Doe, let`s see where this leads I guess. I do know that paranoia will be what keeps him out of the public."
Standing up she walked into the spare room once Terry had left as a raven and closed the door. She wasn`t the kind of girl to shift butt naked in front of a group of people. At this point she really should be used to it. This sadly wasn`t the case. Sky walked over to the window in the room and opened it enough for her to be able to get through. Taking off her clothes she put them in a pile on top of the dresser next to a clothing rack and shifted into the barn owl she called her other form. Taking a moment to shake out her feathers she flapped up and flew out of the room through the window.
The feeling of being able to fly wasn`t something she`d ever be able to get used too. It felt amazing to have such control over something that was so hard to do as a human. The small frame of her animal self also proved to make flying even easier for her. It was one out of the many things that made her life here feel so much better than the life that she put behind her. The person she was before she came here in her opinion was dead, and she was more than overjoyed by it. | Name:
Skylar Jane Montgomery
Nickname:
Sky or Fawn
Birth Date:
February 28
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Unlike the slim figures of all the other women in the Montgomery family Sky got more of a curvy figure. Along with being 5"2 and having unusual grey eyes it was safe to say she stuck out a bit compared to her four sisters. Freckles dot her face and body being something she loathed as a child and something she`s come to find as apart of who she is as an adult. The sun is usually an enemy because of her pale skin color. Her hair is naturally red and is curly and thick. She`s learned after cutting it short once that it`s best to leave it long, it`s a untamable beast. The redness in her hair varies by season, in summer months it turns copper due to the sun, in winter it turns a crimson red color(her preferred color of her hair). When it comes to make up she would rather skip it for a more natural look, though she does like lipstick. Even though she hides it, because mostly everyone in the group finds her to be the innocent one, she has a tattoo of a broken heart on the right side of her ribcage. The reason behind this tattoo no living soul knows, no one even knows she has it.
Clothing Style:
Sky`s clothing choices vary by how she feels. On a Friday she might be feeling a edgy black dress with three inch wedges while on a Monday she`d be wearing a white sundress with a light pink sweater. There are also the days where she dresses up like what she calls "witchy" or "hippy" styles. You can be assured whatever she`d wearing always has a necklace though and if she`s not feeling well sweat pants usually follow.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Music
Coffee
Strawberry pastries
Literature
Cats
Art
Dislikes:
Rap
Dishonesty
Cherry anything
Body shaming
Public Speaking
Drugs
Fears:
Abandonment
Hurting other people
Alienation
Always being seen as the little sister
Habits:
When she`s nervous she`ll often start spinning her necklace or a piece of jewelry she`s wearing at the time.
As she gets excited she goes from speaking normally to loudly.
Whenever she`s uncomfortable she puts her hair into a ponytail.
Often stays up way too late at night.
Personality:
♦ Clumsy ♦ Wise ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Understanding
Even as a child most people said she was far beyond her years and as she reached her teen years people started to say she was the wise old woman in a teenager`s body. She tries to understand someone before she says anything against them. This leads to her being very trusting and understanding towards others. The advice she gives to problems is usually a lot more than someone her age should be able to give. It`s also one of her biggest downfalls as others can betray her quite easily. In all she`s rather clumsy and lightheaded, someone could tell her something and she`d forget it in two seconds. This has always been something she`s hated because while she`s very smart no one can see that with how forgetful and sporadic her nature is. In sad situations she feels rather uncomfortable, because while she tries her best to comfort someone she always feels like she`s doing everything wrong. Even though she looks down on herself a lot she does have confidence in her decisions and she believes that believing in yourself is the best thing you can do. She does feel like the owl represents her a lot. Like the owl she prefers being up all night than being awake during the day. It`s also seen as a wise creature and has aspects that she wants for herself, to be more precise and strong are two of them.
Background:
In her family there`s five daughters, Sky being the youngest. Meaning her childhood was full of hand-me-downs and often being misplaced. Her oldest sister Delilah is seven years older than her. The second and third daughters, Mary and May, are twins and are six years from Sky. Jamie who`s the closest to Sky at only two years apart. When Sky was born her parents had been hoping to finally have a boy. She`s always felt like her father didn`t approve of her because of this. The Montgomery family is known for being a very rich and successful family in a town a few towns away from Tallshade. As she grew up she had trouble trying to convince people she wasn`t a snob like they tried to make her believe. Many people bullied her for her intelligence and the difference of her looks compared to her sisters. Even her sisters would laugh and joke about how she was adopted. It really did make her feel like she had no one, her parents were always working, and it was very easy to just isolate herself in their huge house. Due to all of this she fell into depression and at some points self harmed.
In high school she got involved in a lot of bad groups. She often snuck out to get high or drunk with people she thought were her friends. It wasn`t until she was almost 18 that things went completely downhill. At a party she overdosed unintentionally. If the cops hadn`t broken up the party a few minutes later she would have died. In the hospital her family didn`t have anything nice to say to her and only yelled at her for being so irresponsible. They sent her off to a clinic for 6 months and she was released when she turned 18. Instead of going back to her family she broke off all ties to them. She got a job and lived in a small apartment till she finished high school and got a broken heart tattooed on the right side of her ribs. She saved up money and moved to Tallshade to go to college as soon as she had enough money. It was a step by step process.
The day she got to Tallshade she went to the Castle Street Café and ordered a cup of coffee and some breakfast. The things she owned were in a small suitcase next to her in the booth. As she sat there silently reading her book an older man came and sat across from her in the booth and ordered a drink from the waitress before looking at her. Sky asked him who he was and they eventually got into a conversation about her life somehow. She found out his name was Grimbold and he asked her if she wanted a way to completely change her life and be in an actual family for once, as long as she did what he said. It took awhile but she agreed and he told her to walk out of the shop and not pay for her coffee or breakfast. It was history after that and she`s been with the group for three years now. She finally has a place where she can be herself.
Relationships:
Sky thinks of the entire group as her family. As such she has compassion and understanding for all of them. Most she considers as friends and even if she doesn`t feel too confident in a member of their family she still treats them with respect and gives them the benefit of the doubt.
☮ Eddie ☮ - Eddie is a good guy, she finds it interesting to watch him tinker, and talking about fiction books is always fun. Sky always tries to convince him to like cats more. He`s the person she goes too to talk about the books she`s reading at the time.
☯ Terry ☯ - In Sky`s eyes Terry is alright, her observant nature makes her an okay person to talk too, although her crude nature sometimes makes her a bit uncomfortable.
☮ Sloane ☮ - When they first met she knew the woman didn`t think too highly of her, some friendships start out a bit rocky though. In present day she finds Sloane to be a very good friend of hers, even if they don`t agree on rap music.
☮ Rob(Foxy) ☮ - Foxy as she likes to call him. She likes to think of him like the older brother she never had as his middle name happens to be her last name. Like her she also values how he thinks of them like a family.
♥ Toby ♥ - Ever since she met him Sky`s always had a crush on Toby. At first she thought it was just his looks and tried to talk herself out of it. As she got to know him more she found to really like his calm nature and that he himself also had some bad experiences with drugs and such, in which she could relate.
⚡ Cara ⚡ - Cara makes Sky feel rather uneasy. While she seems very nice Sky can feel the other side of her personality and has seen it a few times. This rather scares her. On the outside Sky is usually very nice to her however.
☮ Nick ☮ - Much like most of the group she sees Nick as a younger brother. She likes that if either of them aren`t feeling talkative the other person can rant as long as they want. It can also just be a conversation or sitting in silence.
☯ Nina ☯ - At first Nina seemed like the type of person Sky would never be on great terms with. She was the queen bee in high school while Sky had been the rebellious/druggy girl. As time went on she`s started to become perfectly fine with her. Even if she`s hot tempered and can be rather hard to work with Nina does protect those she cares for and Sky admires that.
☮ Angel ☮ - Angel`s compassion is what Sky appreciates the most about her. Even though she went through some hard stuff in life she still jokes and laughs. In Sky`s eyes she`s the person to go to if you`re having a bad day.
☯ Danny ☯ - Sky can't say she knows Danny too much. He was here before she was. Danny keeps to himself but he's not a bad person at all. She does trust him even if they don't know a ton about eachother.
Extra:
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
pic of animal form goes here
power:
She can hear the darker parts of someone's mind. Regrets, pain, dark secrets, are just a few. When she uses this power it causes paranoia in the victim. Even though she is kindhearted and understanding the old dark side of her understands a lot of the thoughts she receives. |
477 | 10 | 31 | 1,713 | 314 | Foxy
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Lame... Ofcourse they were going out. Well at least he could be Fox! His favorite alter ego. And derping as animals was always fun. The target he was assigned to was a problem though. He knew her name as she visited the library occasionally. His power was straightwforward enough to actually help her sprain an ankle. But she seemed like an innocent girl. She didn't deserve that. He had to find another way. But that was for later to worry about.
Robert stood up and stretched his arms up and out while yawning. After a last sip of rum, he put his flask on the table and started transforming. No need to change in secret somewhere. His clothes would pretty much fall off of him when he shrunk to fox form.
Though the entire body transforming was an unsettling feeling, the weirdest part was how the skull changed form. The protruding of the jaw and nose into a snout. Rob was pretty sure he could hear a grinding sound as the parietal and frontal bone in his skull flattened. The extension of the ears and the growing of the tail and fur were a more comfortable part of the transformation. He liked having a tail a lot. Within seconds the boy had seemingly dissapeared, only leaving behind the things he was wearing, as they fell to the ground.
And there was that.
The Fantastic mister fox wiggled around to find it's way out of the pile of clothes that he was in. His snout found an exit through the neck of his sweater. The struggle was short and easy, and within seconds he had escaped his cotton cage.
Smells were the first thing that came to him. everything was so strong. Plus the sounds. He could hear a mouse walking outside the cabin. And some bird flapping it's wings, probably Terry or Sky.
He jumped on the table to oversee how the rest was doing with their transformations. Then he rolled around a few times. And hugged his own tail. Being an animal had something liberating. You could act like one. | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
478 | 10 | 32 | 28 | 71 | Edward Hansen
Location: Grimbold's cabin
Interacting with: N/A
"Edward Hansen, Emily O'Reilly" Eddie's face turned beet red at the mention of his college crush's name after his own. He had to figure out a way to keep her at her house on Saturday? This mission might be difficult. Maybe Robert can give me an idea? He's good at that. Or maybe I could ask Cara or Sky for advice. They're girls, they'll probably know what would keep them in on a Saturday. Oh well, at least we have almost a week.
Eddie couldn't help but smile though, at the mention of learning something from Grimbold. The curiosity was almost overwhelming, and Grimbold was such a mysterious old man. We'll know soon enough.
Eddie's thoughts continued to race as he went outside, to "his spot", around the corner from the door. He moved autonomously, as his mind was busy. Although everyone had seen pretty much everyone naked, he still didn't want undress in front of anyone if there was no need or urgency. He also couldn't just transform and walk out of the clothes, like some of the others. A disadvantage of picking a larger animal. He had tried once, but his shirt and underwear were especially impossible to remove as a dog, and even more awkward when he changed back. He moved a flat rock he kept for just such an occasion, leaned against the cabin over another rock. His clothes should be safe there.
Before long he ventured back around the corner, and sat at the door, transformed into a dog. Eddie had always had a deep love for dogs, but never had the chance to keep one. And so when he met with Grimbold the first time, he knew immediately what form he wanted. A German Shepherd, like one he used to see at the pet store as a child.
As Eddie thought about his first meeting with Grimbold, his tail began to wag absentmindedly. When he remembered that they were going to get a new lesson from Grimbold, it doubled it's pace. | Name:
Edward Anthony Hansen
Nickname:
Eddie. Don't call me Ed.
Birth Date:
January 31st, 1993
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Standing at 5' 7" and weighing 200 lbs, Eddie is a bit lumpy, but stays in shape with running. He has light brown hair and a meticulously kept goatee. His eyes are a light green, hiding behind thick black rimmed glasses. Caucasion, with vague traces of ethnicity. A pretty standard American mutt.
Clothing Style:
Likes solid color shirts with a pocket on the chest, loosely tucked into dark blue jeans. Dirty sneakers at the brink of falling apart. He doesn't usually buy new shoes unless his old pair are unuseable.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Tinkering
Reading (Mostly fiction)
Girls with red hair
Cracking jokes, being sarcastic
Dislikes:
Bodily fluids
Violence/Tense situations
Cats
Repetition
Fears:
Claustrophobic
Fire
Spiders
Habits:
Fidgets with his tools (Usually carries around a phillips screwdriver in his pocket, and twists it around when nervous)
Loves junk food
Prone to laughing in uncomfortable situations
Personality:
♦ Honest ♦ Creative ♦ Inquisitive ♦ Timid
Eddie is soft-hearted and good natured. Tends to stray away from conflicts and tense situations, and quick to give in to another's will. Enjoys taking things apart, seeing how they work, and attempting to put them back together. Pretty much at home with wherever his toolbox lands. Likes to spend time with friends, but tries to steer any conversation away from debate, especially if he thinks it might get heated. Will usually side with whoever has the greatest show of force, despite his actual feelings. Isn't afraid to do what needs to be done, to an extent.
Background:
Eddie comes from a broken house, on the outskirts of the nearest city. His mother was abusive, she would bully him into doing what she wanted and threatened to burn the house down when he wouldn't. His father was a gentle understanding man, and did his best to do damage control for his wife. As a result, Eddie decided he would follow his father's lead, which was to try to defuse any possible situation.
Growing up, he discovered a fascination with machines, and was eager to practice. Unfortunately, his practice involved taking apart household appliances, sure he could put them back together. But, being inexperienced, kept losing pieces and forgetting the steps to repair them. Then his mother made good on her promise. She set the house on fire, with Eddie and his father inside. Eddie doesn't really remember what happened, but his father didn't make it. His mother was found criminally insane.
Years later, Eddie moved to Tallshade. Eddie decided he wanted to go to the university, where he could hone his craft, and get away from bad memories. There he met Grimbold, late one night while out walking. Eddie was immediately enamored. Something about his voice was so warm and comforting... fatherly. He promised Eddie gifts in exchange for Eddie's loyalty and service, to which Eddie eagerly agreed. All he had to do was loosen the screws on a bike so it makes a squeaky sound. Mostly harmless, right?
Position in the group:
As far as position goes, Eddie would be considered support. He wouldn't dare take a leadership role, any opposition would easily succeed. No, Eddie would much rather be in the back, quietly performing whatever task was required of him.
As far as relationships go:
Sloane:☯ Eddie doesn't mind Sloane. She pushes him around a little, but no different than most of the people he grew up with. He admires her ability to stand out and be proud. Also, he is attracted to her. Not her looks, necessarily, but the way she carries herself. Though he would never have the courage to say that out loud. Sloane might hit him.
Terry:☯ Terry is different from almost anyone Eddie's met from home. She doesn't really yell at or hit him, but he is still terrified of her. The way she looks right through him. She knows he's a coward, Eddie is sure of it. When they first made eye contact, it was like he was watching her read his life story, pulled from his eyes. And she didn't seem impressed. Or sympathetic. Or, anything at all, really.
Robert:♫ Eddie and Robert became friends soon after he moved to Tallshade. Robert could easily see the advantages of having a guy who has access to tools, and is easy to persuade, as a friend. Eddie is more willing to take Robert's side, easily taken in by his "plans".
Tobias:☯ Seems dangerous, but mostly leaves Eddie alone, which is fine by him.
Cara:☮ She's nice to Eddie, if not a little controlling. Sometimes she will give Eddie (strongly worded) advice on various aspects of his life. Eddie will usually go along with it, mostly because he's seen how she reacts to others taking control away.
Nick:☮ Eddie likes Nick's impulsiveness, and wants to look out for him, even though he doesn't seem like he needs it.
Nina:⚔ Eddie tries to avoid Nina whenever possible, just the same as Nina makes snide comments whenever possible.
Extra:
Eddie usually carries a few loose screws, nuts, and bolts in his shirt pocket. Never know when you'll need them, right? Also carries a phillips screwdriver in his right pocket. Can usually be seen carrying his toolbox, with an assortment of wrenches, drivers, a hammer, etc. Not a full set, being one that was scavenged over the years, so the tools are also usually in poor condition. Other than that, pretty standard young adult gear. Wallet, phone, etc.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
German Shepherd
Power:
Can give metal things static charge. Not enough to power anything, but enough to give people a zap when touched. Eddie can affect any metal object he can see in detail, so if he loses his glasses he can only affect objects he can touch. |
479 | 10 | 33 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Angel Hardwicke
Location; Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With; N/A
By the time Nick had entered with his friend - at the sight of the fluffy rabbit, naturally Angel's mind went into hyperdrive over how gosh darn cute it was - she and most of the others had finished up their meal. As Grimbold began talking, she finished off the rest of her cake, listening carefully.
On her first meeting last month, naturally she'd been skittish. Angel only turned the once before that meeting, and was so damned nervous changing with the others. The Shrine was a bit disconcerting too, but she just told herself to think about the shrines in Skyrim. They were totally normal in the Elder Scrolls Universe! I mean, they usually had necromancers and shit nearby too, but whatever... magic is magic.
This second time was a lot easier - not only did she know more of what to do, but she was more at home with the others. Friends with most of them at that - as Grimbold had mentioned, they looked after her pretty well.
However, last time, she hadn't been told to use her powers on another human - this human happened to be one Garrett Russell. She knew who he was - his older brother, Miguel, sat next to her in most of her Psychology lectures, and the pair were even friends. From her short time in Tallshade, she'd quickly found out Garrett had quite the reputation for himself; the 17 year old, still being in High School, was a notorious party goer and stereotypical jock. The few times she'd visited the Garrett house, either for parties or study sessions, Garrett had flirted quite nonchalantly with her, much to his brother's ire. What he lacked severely in brains the kid made up for in looks, height and muscle, so any arguments with his distinctly smaller and nerdier older brother didn't last very long.
Safe to say Angel wasn't too impressed by him, despite his efforts.
As for her job on keeping him indoors... that would be a tricky one. Being an ardent party goer and social butterfly, it was highly likely he'd be doing something Saturday night. Was there a High School football game on? He was on the team... hmm. It would either be that or some party. A guy like Garrett didn't stay in on the weekend.
Deciding to think on it later - and perhaps getting some help from a more experienced member of the group - Angel stood up with the others as Grimbold announced their plans for the night: Shrine Time with the Animal Fun-Time group. Huzzah.
Following Skye's departure from the back room - in the form of a gorgeous black owl - Angel entered, stripping her clothes quickly in case somebody else wanted some privacy. Underneath her fairly dark rock attire, Angel chuckled as she looked at her very not-rock underwear: White briefs and bra with multi-coloured paw prints all over them. Nice.
Taking them off too and folding them with the rest of her clothes, Angel shivered as she began to change. Suddenly, her head was elongating into a snout; teeth and nails elongating and sharpening into claws and fangs; and ebony fur sprouting all over her body. Eyes now taking on a pale golden glow, Angel looked down at her paws.
"Woo! Change successful! Now to try and walk straight and avoid eating dirt..." She thought to herself, then carefully walking to the door, scraping at it until it swung open. Barking lightly as she saw the others, Angel picked up her pace, trotting in a somewhat straight line outside.
Rather than going straight to the Shrine, she sat outdoors, gazing at the moon while she waited for Cara... who could potentially want a lift in her snake form.
"Girl better not choke me this time..." | Name:
Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:
Angel
Birth Date:
24th November
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:
Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
Cooking
Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
Chocolate
Day-dreaming
ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
Marvel
Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:
Marvel-bashers
Screamo or death metal
Messing up her paintings
Nosiness
Apathy
Slyness
Ignorance
The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:
Heights
Insects and arachnids
Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:
Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
Tapping out drum beats.
Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:
Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:
Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:
Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮ The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮ Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮ Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮ Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮ If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯ Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯ A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡ Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮ Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯ He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:
Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Black Coyote
Power:
Déjà Vu:
Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising. |
480 | 10 | 34 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Sloane Shields
Location: Grimbold's cabin
Interacting with Sky, Nick, Grimbold, others
"Shit, I don't know how you deal with that," Sloane had sympathized to Sky, scowling a bit. The young woman was so reserved and quiet; Sloane couldn't imagine her handling something willing to bring the building down to avoid treatment. Even though she cared for Sky, she still wasn't the type to worry, and she offered a helpless shrug. The worst she had to deal with were cheapskates and drunk frat boys that can't sit still, and she said as much as Nick was coming. "We'll tell you when you're older," she had teased, throwing a wink in his direction. It was soon after that she finished her soup and Grimbold spoke up.
At the mention of their newest member, Sloane had glanced over at Angel; new, but he was right, fitting right into the banter and atmosphere. She even offered a smile in agreement (though it was quickly gone). Then the mentor got down to business: Sloane didn't recognize the name. So not a local, she thought, green eyes narrowing as her next thoughts jumped to the university. And the artist was just fine with leaving her Saturday open; she enjoyed quiet nights at home, especially after being gone all week. Once Grimbold was done speaking, she popped another pastry into her mouth as she stood up.
She disappeared into another room, her shirt coming up and over head before she pushed the door almost closed (hooves couldn't open a door very well after all). Then a moment later, the doe emerged from the bathroom and Sloane's clothes were left behind. The deer was silent, watching the others with big dark eyes, before slowly trotting to the exit. | You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art.
Personal Information
NAME
Sloane Shields
NICKNAMES
Ona: given to her by her grandfather, but only her immediate family wastes time giving her name an extra syllable.
Lo: she was first called this by her high school sweetheart and resents it being used by anyone else.
BIRTH DATE
November 21, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a light and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. Her nails are typically painted black, but are sometimes accented with whites, golds, reds, or purples as well. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well. In her heels, she stands over 6' tall and weighs about 140 lbs.
Notable tattoos: due to her dark skin, plain black tattoos are less than flashy. So she uses a lot of color in her work. On her left wrist is a compass, splattered with water color ink. The compass bleeds up her arm and into the rest of her sleeve. On the inside of her opposite arm is her first tattoo, gotten while taking Latin her freshmen year of high school: carpe noctem is scripted in hard, bold letters. This arm is sleeved, too, and compliments the phrase though overall it's not as colorful as her left arm. On her back is a decorated tree, decorated with reds and oranges. Finally, "1988" scripted on the side of her left ring finger. This is Winston's--her high school sweetheart's--birth year. These aren't all of her tattoos, but probably her most notable / important ones.
CLOTHING
A little athletic, a little slutty, all sexy: Sloane has a lean, beautiful body and she isn't afraid to show it off or the tattoos that decorate it. Her style can be described as a little grunge and a little street; she's always looks ready to go to a club. And unless she's working out, she's wearing heels.
Sample wardrobe: X X X X X X X X
Delving Deeper
♦ Ambitious ♦ Cold ♦ Creative ♦ Independent
PESONALITY
When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town. Her less-than-conservative style stands out in a small town and she welcomes rumors of her being in a cult or a witch or in a gang or anything.
LIKES
Animals
Art (tattoos, photography, paint, you name it)
Foreign movies
Tea
Dance and rap
Cities
DISLIKES
People (especially dull men)
Feeling dumb: she dropped out of high school so, while clever, she isn't educated. And this can lead her to feeling self conscious about her intelligence.
Fast food
Boy bands
Ross from FRIENDS
FEARS
Death
Weakness
Intimacy
HABITS
Playing with her hair
StaringDoodling if she has a pen or pencil in hand
BACKGROUND
Sloane was born to an interracial couple (most notably of Sudanese and Iranian descent among others), but was raised by her mother and grandfather. There isn't much else to be said for the early years of her life because she was raised happily and healthily. Her sense of style growing up scared away potential friends, as she tended to take on a gothic/emo appearance, but she was content. And she was particularly happy when her first boyfriend (who on the surface was an idiot but friendly jock) asked her out and they became an item. They were happy together for only about six months:
A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. With support from both their families, she had planned to raise it with him. However, he died in an accident and she put the baby up for adoption instead--this being her biggest regret and a decision she made out of grief. Then she dropped out of her sophomore year of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.
While other people studied through and graduated from high school, Sloane spent those years studying the art of tattoos. She was a fast learner and talented artist. And now, at 25, she owns her own tattoo shop and apartment above it: Ink Shields. It's of course popular with university students, but she gets both people travelling far and paid extra to leave town for her artwork.
It was soon after dropping out of high school that the Mentor appeared before her and gave her first task: key some guy's car. She was in a vulnerable place emotionally and psychologically, so she did. And the powers and the sense of family that came with them allowed her to toughen up and grow into the woman she is today.
RELATIONSHIPS
What I'm thinking so far (correct me if I'm mischaracterizing anyone):
Sloane can come off as the stern but caring big-sister type. However, the latter is a lot harder to see, and she has little patience for weaknesses in herself or others.
Terry: likes Terry enjoys her company as they have a lot of common--including the types of issues they face being a minority in a small town. She sees herself in Terry.
Eddie: she has nothing against Eddie personally, but he seems to lack spine. She's impatient and snippy with him, partly because he just lets her.
Robert: Finds him impulsive and obnoxious, but she knows there's more to him than that. He's not afraid to speak his mind, which she can at least respect.
Cara: she comes off as friendly enough, but Sloane has seen the control freak side as well. She doesn't really mind allowing Cara to do what she wants, it's usually harmless to her.
Toby: Dick. Sloane is p sure he's afraid of her since he doesn't always speak up. Makes her want to antagonize him more.
Nina: They're both powerful, confident, and ambitious. So alike that they clash: Nina is really the only other member she considers worthy of rivalry.
Nick: He's refreshing and bright--probably partly because he's the youngest of the group. But she admires his work and sees potential in Nick. Probably particularly protective of him.
Angel: She doesn't have a problem with Angel; the girl seems tough as nails and Sloane admires her confidence. She's not ignorant to the issues between her and Terry, though, and would like to see them get along.
Sky: Sloane was less than impressed with Sky when they first meant, but the woman's kindness and wisdom grew on her over time. And while she considers her a friend, she's also attracted to her as a person.
EXTRA
She has a Maine Coon named Nox. Her favorite color is deep red and she likes the scent of leather.
Song: Life in Her Yet by Rag’n’Bone Man and Muse by OCAD.
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
Sloane's deer form is, of course, black as coal. However, she's relatively large for what would be a female deer, but nothing impossible for the species. Ironically, deer--especially does--are docile creatures whereas Sloane is anything but; however, she shares its lean, graceful figure and long limbs.
POWER
Umbra: Sloane can darken and manipulate shadows to a small degree, creating what would otherwise be a trick of the eye. She has exercised control over the power; however, her mental state can easily affect her control. Rage or depression can cause the lights to flicker and dim. |
481 | 10 | 35 | 53 | 1,622 | Cara Osborne
Location; Grimbold's cabin
Interacting With; N/A
A heavy sigh escaped Cara's lips, dropping her spoon beside the bowl she was once having soup from. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy changing into a snake and hanging out with the group of misfits in their animal form, it's just the fact that it had been a year since she had gotten her powers yet she still couldn't adjust to the no-limb situation. Cara eyed Angel as she entered the room to change into her coyote form. At least the newbie was lucky enough to have four legs instead of none. She waited for Angel to leave the room, deciding to take the moment to think about who her target was.
Janet Garrison. The name sounded familiar, like a prickling at the back of her mind, but she wasn't very sure where she heard it. Cara mentally flicked through a list of people from her class, crossing out each name and face as she tried narrowing down on the familar Miss Garrison.
'Ah, now I remember...'
Janet was one of the many girls hidden away at the back of the lecture hall, the shy and quiet type. Possibly smart too, Cara guessed. She didn't know much about the shy classmate, other than her age - twenty one - and which dorm she lived in. It was possible for Cara to use her usual scare tactics on the girl, maybe amped up a bit just to ensure she wouldn't leave her room on Saturday. Of course, Cara didn't want to completely traumatise the girl, but there was nothing she could do about it. A job was a job.
Cara got up slowly as she saw Sloane coming from the direction of the room, taking it as her cue to get ready. Leaving the door partially open behind her, Cara immediately started on her clothes. One by one, articles of clothing would drop to the ground, before a naked Cara would pick it back up and make sure to fold them carefully, the coldness of the room raising goosebumps on her bare flesh. She was always peculiar about her clothes, wanting everything to be pristine and perfect.
You could even say she was a bit of a control freak when it came to looking her best.
Not that she would ever admit it out loud.
Next, Cara readied herself for her change, sitting down with her legs pressed together and her arms against her sides. It was much easier and less painful for her to do so, as the scales slowly enveloped her skin and merged her limbs to her body. Cara's height shrunk even further and her eyes changing from the brown hue to an obsidian black, her eyelids disappearing completely until she finally took on the appearance of a Mexican Black Kingsnake.
Now was the hard part. Cara had left just enough of a gap for her to slither past, but she had to make sure she wouldn't make a fool out of herself by getting tangled into her own body while doing so. Slowly, but surely, Cara slid across the ground and towards the others, letting them know the room was empty before leaving through the front door, finding Angel waiting outside.
Cara would've smiled if she could, but she simply hissed letting the coyote know of her presence before she climbed - for the lack of a better word - up Angel's body and looped herself around her neck, securing herself to the coyote's body. It was a bit of a dangerous move, but Cara would try not to strangle the newbie. Well, as long as she didn't trip over her paws and send Cara flying into the air. | Name:
Catherine Amaya Osborne
Nickname:
Cara
Birth Date:
November 7th
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Barely reaching 5'1" and weighing only 50kg (110lbs), Cara gives the impression of being cute and harmless. While she likes to be known as cute, harmless is something she's certainly not. The petite girl has an hourglass figure, hips wide but waist slender, usually maintained by her rapid metabolism and strict diet (other than chocolate, Cara can never resist anything chocolatey).
Cara has a dimple on her left cheek, an indication of her smiley nature. She also has a naturally tanned complexion, complementing her brown hair and eyes. Speaking of eyes, Cara has wide doe eyed brown orbs, giving her an innocent look which is framed with thick, dark eyebrows. She also has shoulder-length brown hair, thick and kept straight with overgrown fringes that frame her somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly.
Clothing Style:
Cara loves to dress up, no matter the occasion. She loves to wear various skirts and dresses, as long as it's chic and cute (to match her bubbly-looking appearance). She also likes experimenting with her clothes, so one day she may go for a bold design, or the other she'd wear something simple.
Make-up wise, Cara loves to define her eyes, either with some eyeliner or with dark eyeshadow. Lip colours vary depending on her mood or the situation, usually switching from naturals, pinks and bold reds.
Deeper
Likes:
Tea
Terrible romance drama films
Cycling
Reading
Chocolate
Dislikes:
Doing nothing
Coffee
People who call her a control freak
Anything cold
Debby-downers
Fears:
Losing control of her life
Suffocating
Letting people too close
Habits:
Tapping her fingers against surfaces
Playing with her hair
Pouting her lips while in thought
Personality:
♦ Kind ♦ Control Freak ♦ Blunt ♦ Stubborn ♦ Manipulative ♦
At first glance, people assume that Cara is docile and harmless, the cutesy one, if you will. However, Cara is anything but docile. She has been known to argue and stand by her points (and values) no matter what, her stubborn streak comparable to that of a boulder. Her stubbornness paired with her controlling personality can make her quite the unpleasant person to hang around with, most of the time. However, Cara refuses to acknowledge herself as a control-freak, that's one thing that would piss her off.
Cara is very confident, in herself and her abilities. She is also always found with a smile (whether its fake or genuine, people usually can't tell). Don't get fooled by her sweet smile, however, as Cara can potentially use her 'sweet, innocent appearance' to dupe people. Cara also likes to consider herself honest, but most of her 'honesty' is just the blunt truth. She never sugar-coats her words (unless she's fooling someone), her words usually unfiltered.
Overall, Cara can be nice when she needs to be, but piss her off and she can be a vindictive little bitch.
Background:
Born in the English countryside, in a small town where everyone knew everything, Catherine had a normal childhood. Or, as normal as one could get having seven older siblings. It wasn't like she was neglected or abused in the household, but Catherine knew that she wasn't the most wanted child. Having to compete with seven other children for any attention, Catherine developed into a loud, stubborn child that was hard to reason with unless she was bribed with chocolates.
Catherine was encouraged to pick up many hobbies, including dancing and painting alongside furthering her education. Most of her siblings were average students, Catherine included. However, the girl had found her calling in life: to be a surgeon, where she had the contol and power to save lives. The medicine path motivated the girl throughout her childhood and teenage years, making her a hard-working student and achieving good grades even though she wasn't a genius.
This remained until Cara finished her secondary education, achieving high grades - especially in science and maths. The girl, during her hunt for a university, stumbled on a town named Tallshade hidden within the forest. Liking the prospect of moving away from the stuffy town, Cara applied immediately for a medical course, before packing up and moving out as soon as she hit eighteen.
Cara performed well during the first few years of her medical degree, studying hard and maintaining her work ethic like back at home. Cara met The Mentor during one of her panic-study sessions at the local library. Funnily enough, the girl actually screamed out 'I wish I could get them to listen to me!' before she noticed The Mentor beside her. Offering her powers in exchange doing whatever he wanted, the girl accepted immediately.
That was a year ago, and now, Cara loves her life.
Position in the group:
Cara's desire for control means that she strives to be a leader, even if she's not the best person to lead a team. She likes to consider everybody in the group as friends, or at least some of them, but it doesn't mean that they're exempt to her blunt and bold personality.
☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || 💕 Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚡ Rivals || ⚔ Nemesis
☮ Eddie ☮
Sweet guy, but he just needs to stand up for himself. Cara likes Eddie enough to try and tame her bold personality so she doesn't scare him off (even if it's not much difference). Cara doesn't like Nina's tendancy to bully Eddie, which often results in her advising him on ways to defend himself - her advice usually coming out as forceful.
☯ Terry ☯
Cara appreciates her observant nature, knowing that her fake smiles don't work on the quiet girl. Cara tends to just stay away from Terry, more because she doesn't know how to approach her without losing her cool.
☮ Sloane ☮
Bold and proud, Cara definitely likes Sloane, acting friendly enough to her. If she were attracted to women, she would've been attracted to Sloane.
☯ Robert ☯
Robert's playful nature reminds her of an excitable puppy. Cara doesn't mind going along with many of his schemes, as long as she doesn't consider it stupid. Again, like with many of the others, Cara remains friendly with Robert, as long as he doesn't make her feel like she doesn't have control during his schemes.
☮ Toby ☮
He's quite the looker, but withdrawn. She doesn't know much about Toby, and while she's curious, she doesn't bother to ask. There is a possibility that Cara could be attracted to Toby, but its more of a physical thing, rather than an emotional one.
☮ Nick ☮
Like the little brother of the group, Cara can understand what its like to be the youngest sibling, but she doesn't baby Nick either, no matter how adorable he looks in his ferret form.
⚡ Nina ⚡
Nina and Cara have a hot and cold friendship: one day they could get along well enough to watch movies and hang out with each other, the next they could easily grate on each other's nerves.
☮ Angel ☮
Angel is one girl that Cara knows she can have a argument debate with, no matter how heated it may get due to their stubborn nature. Both also from England, Cara likes to think that the two are friends. She doesn't mind showing Angel around Tallshade, since Cara understands what its like to be new in a different environment.
Extra:
Cara speaks with a hint of a British accent, one of the only hints to her British background.
She's trying to give up smoking, after having a little health scare a while ago. powers:
Animal Form:
Power:
Cara has the ability to make people hear whispers. It's not her speaking, but just simple idle chatter as if someone is right behind them, even if no one is there. Serves as a great distraction tool during exam season, though. |
482 | 10 | 36 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Tobias Rieper
Location: Grimbold's Cabin
Interacting With:N/A
Finally, Grimbold spoke up, telling them of the task he had for them. They were to keep someone inside their house next Saturday, either physically or mentally. And something about a call, perhaps Grimbold would check on them that evening. Tobias frowned as he wondered how he would keep his target inside his house. His power was predicative in nature, unlike most of the group, who had something that was more active in nature. His target didn't really help matters either, it was his landlord of all people. Tobias doubted his animal form, the raccoon could do much with the task Grimbold assigned him.
Tobias was sure he'd have to do something physical to keep his landlord inside. Hopefully it wouldn't have to come to something drastic, but he had a week to figure it out. In the meantime, he should probably change into his animal. "I always hated this part..." The transformation wasn't painful, but it felt strange. Yes, Tobias had changed before, but it never became normal to him. The whole losing all your clothes thing was very inconvenient, but he supposed even magic had it's limits.
Now a raccoon, Tobias slowly backed out of what was his shirt. He'd learned from his first few attempts that moving forward just usually led to his head getting stuck on his shirt, and Tobias would be running around with it stuck until he transformed back. Not like it obscured his vision, but it would ruin his t-shirt and people's attention would be drawn to him. Tobias then began his way to the shrine, not wishing to waste anymore time. | Tobias Rieper
“Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.”
Personal Information
NAME
Tobias Rieper
NICKNAMES
Toby
BIRTH DATE
October 13th, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Tobias's light blue eyes highlight his strongly german ancestry, if the pale white skin didn’t tip you off already. No makeup, nor any special hairdos, as one would expect from the average male, but has a beard/moustache. Tobias is exactly six feet tall, weighing around 170 pounds, fit as a fiddle, as his previous gang/prison lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to become weak. Tobias generally has a non expressive face, but he generally tries to smile for his own sake.
CLOTHING
Tobias doesn’t really wear anything too flashy in terms of his fashion, preferring to wear a simple jacket, jeans and some nikes. On occasion, he will wear a suit if he feels the situation requires it. And dress shoes too, because only a heathen would wear sneakers with a suit.
Delving Deeper
♦Thoughtful ♦ Calm ♦ All Talk ♦ Remorseful
PESONALITY
While Tobias used to be aggressive in the past, now he attempts to be calm and less confrontational. While his anger still has a short fuse, Tobias manages to keep it in check, at least for now. Conflict is something he is not afraid of, but will avoid violence at all costs.Tobias would willingly allow another person to beat him, as he feels fighting back would drive him back to his previous life. As such, he tries to talk and bluff his way out of tricky situations. He can be withdrawn at times, as Tobias learned in therapy to mentally remove himself from the picture if his anger is getting out of control.
LIKES
Peace and quiet
Snow
Structure
Cats/Dogs
DISLIKES
Tattoos
Drugs
Smug People
Physical Fighting
FEARS
loss of self control
Reversion to his precious lifestyle
Addiction
HABITS
Plays with his rosary a bit when in deep thought.
As stated before, has a habit of being withdrawn at random times.
BACKGROUND
Tobias was supposed to be the perfect model for the american dream. Four years of college, internship at a major accounting firm, steady and safe job. There was really nothing Tobias should have been complaining about, as he was practically set for life.
But privately, he hated the life. Tobias felt little purpose in his studies, and later, his internship. While his family had paid for his college, and their connections earned him the internship, Tobias felt empty. His dissatisfaction led to his membership in a gang. The drugs helped, and beating up some poor sucker on the wrong side of town gave him a different high. Tobias was hooked. The drugs made him feel immortal, beating up other people gave him purpose and thrills. The gang made use of him as an enforcer, to collect debts, participate in gang fights, you name it.
Ironically, Tobias was arrested for drug use/possession rather than being caught for beating people to near death. He was given three years in jail, losing his job, house, and his car. At first, Tobias blamed everything but himself for this sentence. The system, society, his circumstances. He constantly picked fights with other inmates to get a “high” again. After a year in prison, he “sobered” up and came to a different conclusion.
His downfall was his own fault. There was nothing else to blame. There was something twisted, dark in his head if he had to do drugs or fight to feel satisfied. The system worked exactly as it should have, society was right this time, and he could offer no realistic excuses to his behavior. Tobias started to turn his life around as best he could in prison. Tobias no longer fought, he spent time in drug therapy sessions, and even became a Catholic, attending mass at the prison ministry.
But as soon as he his sentence ended and he was let out, the empty feeling came back. Tobias tried to ignore the feeling, moving to a small town and acquiring a minimum wage job. He no longer cared much about the faith, ignoring it completely.
But a man approached him, and offered him another purpose in life. Grimbold, he called himself. Supposedly Tobias had a higher calling, and as long as he would be willing to follow. Tobias accepted, but there was something in the back of the head telling him this might not be any different from his previous gang lifestyle..
RELATIONSHIPS
Tobias probably comes off as the skeptic. The thinker of the group. He may take charge if no one else is willing.
☯Eddie☯ Weird guy, but nothing to hate him over. Tobias wonders why he’s in such a group however.
☯Teryn/Terry☯ Weird girl, but not as weird as Eddie. Not much to say about her as she rarely says much at all.
⚔Sloane⚔ Troublesome. While he may not backtalk to her, there are certainly times Tobias feels he might lose his temper with her and attempt to beat the living shit out of her. For this reason, Tobias acts cold to her in an attempt to get her to ignore him.
☯Robert☯ Too naive. Kind of reminds him of when he was younger, except with less angst, so he holds little ill will towards Robert.
☮Cara☮A bit on the short side, but she seems nice enough.
☯Nick☯Toby feels like he should say something about his illicit activities, but he feels he'd be a hypocrite considering he was no better at that age.
⚡Nina⚡Reminds him of Sloane.
EXTRA
None
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
A simple raccoon.
POWER
Can predict bad events, but has no idea of the severity/context, just that something bad will happen. |
483 | 10 | 37 | 1,713 | 314 | Slightly uphill, a silhouette appeared in front of the big full moon that shone behind it.
A wolf, with thick grey fur, was waiting for the other animals to follow him. Once they were all together, he led them up the mountain, over a hidden path, through the forest.
The Shrine was waiting for them. A circle of large hewn stones, with a stone that could resemble an altar in the middle. At the side of the circle, there were some other stone structures, leaning against the mountainside. Altogether it could remind one of an ancient druidic build. A small sister of stonehenge perhaps. But much less known ofcourse. It was highly likely nobody else but Grimbold and the critter family knew about this place.
The wolf made a circling movement with his head, indicating the others to form a circle within the circle of stones.
On the ground around the altar, some lines and circles had been drawn in the earth. Other lines were made up of different kinds of powders. One black, white, oker.
As the wolf slowly walked towards the altar, he started changing. The fur transformed into a grey cloak. Once Grimbold arrived at the center of the circle, he was completely in human form again.
On the altar, a swan had been waiting. Not making a sound, not startled by all the movements around her. She just lay there, seeming to be at total peace, while she looked around at the other critters.
Grimbold wasn't happy with what he was about to do. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. But he did what he had to do. And his pupils needed to learn, because they had a long road ahead of them. While he was getting old.
He took his dagger out and held it up with both hands, blade pointing downwards at the swan.
"Opako senar, hambra manu, sepa kharta latangra ghudul"
With one swift strike, Grimbold brought the blade down. It struck the swan on her back, right between her wings. Only faintly, you could hear the swan gasping for air one last time, before she lost strength in her neck, and her head fell onto the altar.
An eerie silence struck the forest for a few seconds. No birds, no insects. No sounds. Nothing.
Then vaguely, a black smoke started coming from the swan. As if the entire beasts body was evaporating. The feathers melted into a heavy black smoke that was almost liquid. And eventually, the entire swan dissapeared. Thick black smoke rolled over the side of the altar and onto the ground, from where the swan had just dissapeard. The smoke spread across the forest floor, before slowly evaporating into nothingness. On the altar only the skeleton of the swan remained.
Grimbold muttered some more words in an unknown language, as if he was paying his respect to the dead creature's body. Then he started collecting the bones in a bag, leaving the skull for last.
He looked around the circle.
“That was all for today”
He nodded in the direction of the cabin, the sign to head back.
After that Grimbold had changed into wolf from once again, and they all went back to the cabin. He didn't care to explain what just had happened, or even why it had. Once people had dressed themselves again, they started leaving. Heading home probably. Grimbold stood at the door, the same he had when they had entered. He greeted everyone, and watched them leave.
The next day, the sun rose above the horizon, meeting a cloudless blue sky. This time of the year, morning did allow the sun to shine her light on tallshade for a few hours, before the sun dissapeared behind the mountain. | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
484 | 10 | 38 | 1,713 | 314 | Robert Taylor
Location; Home -> Library
Interacting With; Texting Eddie
"..ate now to say sorry? -sorry. Cause I'm missing more then just your bo.. SLAM!
Robert smacked his radio alarmclock. Though he had initially thought that waking up to music was better than to wake up to an annoying and repetetive beeping, he was starting to have some doubts. While rubbing the sleep out of his face, he walked to the kitchen in his underwear to make himself some oatmeal. While the water was boiling, he looked in the mirror. A leaf was still stuck in his messy hair. With his fingers he combed his hair a bit, so that he would at least look good enough to go to work today. Not that he was planning to put much more effort into that. Well, getting dressed perhaps.
fifteen minutes later, Robert was walking towards the library, enjoying the only sunlight that would be touching his skin today. This sure was a good town for lightsensitive gingers. Though the work was not going to be very interesting, there was an interesting adventure waiting for him in the form of Grimbolds mission. In the form of Rachel Brooks, the girl that was going to have a bad time this week. It was the first time that Robert felt somewhat hesitant about Grimbold's orders. He would do it ofcourse. But she seemed so innocent. The sigh he let out, was visible as a small cloud that escaped his mouth, due to the cold.
Rob took his smartphone out of his pocket.
To: Eddard
From: Rob
Yo Eddie, any plans with your girl yet? You should definitely ask her out. You could keep her busy on saturday;) Except that you'll probably have to leave for that other thing though.
After hitting send, Robert looked up again to see where he was going. Just in time to evade a lamp post. That would've been ironic.
When he reached his destination, he saw his boss just opening the door. "Morning Martha"
He was totally ready for another extremely uneventful day. Yay, my life. | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
485 | 10 | 39 | 426 | 102 | Daniel Reyes
Location: Home > Castle Street Cafe
Interacting With: Brian Cobald (manager)
Daniel woke up with a groan. He didn't sleep much last night and the sleep he did manage to get was restless. Sitting up in bed, he glanced over at the clock on his bedside table. The bright green numbers that read 7:34am seemed to glare at him in the darkness of the room. Seeing as he probably wasn't going to get anymore sleep today, Daniel forced himself out of bed and started his usual morning routine. Thinking back on the night before was useless as it didn't make much sense to him then so why would it now? Grimbold had told them they would be learning something new at the Shrine but Daniel had yet to figure out exactly what that was. After he had dressed and cleaned himself up, he made his way to the kitchenette and prepared himself a bagel with cream cheese. Glancing at the clock again told him it was now 8:02am. He didn't have to be at work until 9 today but figured he could show up a little early. He had nothing better to do anyway. Maybe he could catch his manager before everyone else showed up for their shift. He did have a mission after all. Grabbing his jacket, Daniel headed out the door, deciding to finish his bagel on the go.
As he reached the Castle Street Cafe, a smile broke out as Daniel noticed that Brian was indeed already there. For a brief moment, a thought passed through Daniel's mind that he shouldn't be as happy as he was that his manager was going to be the target of his powers. Grimbold was sure to have a greater purpose for this mission than just some petty revenge but Daniel quickly dismissed the thought. He could at least have some fun, right? The little bell above the door signaling his arrival, Daniel walked to the employee break room to put his jacket in his locker and grab his apron before returning to the front. He found Brian near the register looking over the inventory checklist from last night. Looking up as he noticed Daniel's presence, Brian gave him a quick glance before returning his attention to the clipboard in his hand. It was brief but it was all the time Daniel needed to notice the discoloration around Brian's left eye. Releasing a low whistle, Daniel made himself give off the impression of concern. "That's some shiner you got there, Brian. Rough night?" Grabbing his head, Brian winced and grunted out, "Yeah, some jackwagon decided he had something to prove after drinking too much. And to top it off, I now have this damn headache..." Concealing his enjoyment of the situation, Daniel merely replied with, "Too bad. Next time maybe you should help with inventory instead of partying with 'jackwagons'." Brian's eyes widened slightly as he realized he had been caught in his lie but Daniel pretended he hadn't noticed as he turned around to busy himself with the display cases as the first few customers started to walk in. | Name:
Daniel Anton Reyes
Nickname:
Danny
Birth Date:
June 3rd
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Daniel hides his emotions behind a veil of sea green eyes and controlled expressions. His perfectly arched eyebrows and flawless skin are merely a reflection of his upbringing and the mask his father unknowingly created. The only true expression of himself is the wild nature of his messy brown hair and small smiles he sometimes allows himself to show. Danny is average height for his age, standing at 5’8” and has a lean muscular build.
Clothing Style:
Not liking to stand out, his wardrobe consists mostly of simple neutral colored button-ups with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of comfortable jeans, dark blue or black. His shoe of choice is a pair of black high-top Converse. The only indication of his rebellious nature is a black studded belt he wears around his waist.
Delving Deeper
Guarded ♦ Observant ♦ Wary ♦ Rebellious
Background & Personality (because I believe it takes one to determine the other):
From a young age Daniel has learned to create a different outward persona dependent upon what the situation calls for at the time. Being raised in upscale Paris by his father, money, and a prestigious name to boot, appearances were everything. Social functions, garden parties, hosting important people from around the world. These were but a few examples of Daniel’s childhood. While other children his age were fussing over skinned knees and the newest video game, young Daniel was expected to be seen but not heard. Raised to be the heir to eventually take over his father’s company; composed, reserved, only speak when spoken to, everything you do elegant and refined. Everything was fine at first because he didn’t know any different. It was simply the world he lived in. But as he reached his teenage years Daniel’s observant nature started telling him a different story. A story of cloaks-and-daggers, false smiles and pretty lies. Friendly conversation was only a guise for some deeper ill intent. All the pretty gowns and well-tailored suits he had admired as a child became loud exclamations of one’s wealth and nothing more. His father’s stern lectures and strict instructions for Daniel’s upbringing turned out to be no more than a business plan for his future heir. There was no longer any warmth in his father’s eyes nor kindness in his words. If they had ever been there to begin with Daniel no longer trusted himself to know. He lost trust in people and closed himself off, becoming wary of the deeper meaning behind their intentions. This also led to a rebellious streak in Daniel. Not the kind of hell-raising rebellion they show in movies, but the more subtle rebellion of not listening to orders or making a rude comment to a guest while he knew his father was watching. However, these rebellious outbursts were few and far between as he didn’t like bringing more attention to himself than was necessary. He already had enough of that as it is.
Hating the idea of being his father’s puppet and being no more than a pretty face with a powerful name, Daniel decided to run away when he turned 18. Saving up his allowance over the years and claiming his inheritance at his coming of age party granted him the ability to do just that. He sat through the tutoring sessions his father arranged and continued to smile gracefully at his father’s side. When the time finally came, under the cloak of darkness while the mansion slept, Daniel packed as much clothing and various necessities as he could fit in a backpack and fled. He hailed a taxi to the airport and bought the soonest ticket out of Paris.
This led him to Tallshade, a tiny town in America nestled between a huge forest at the base of a mountain. The perfect sense of seclusion he had been looking for. Seemingly isolated from the rest of the world, it gave Daniel the freedom to make a new life for himself. However, he learned real quick how unforgiving the world can be. He also soon realized that he didn’t really possess a true identity for himself. Having grown up in the shadow of his father and knowing nothing other than what he had been taught, who was he now that he was free from all that? Who was Daniel Reyes when we wasn’t acting the perfect model son? He had a collection of “masks” and nothing more.
He settled down in a modest apartment and stashed his money somewhere out of sight. Daniel didn’t want to have to rely on his namesake to get what he needed but having it readily available gave him a security blanket to fall back on should he need it. He did odd jobs around town, took a couple random classes at the local university, anything to give him a sense of purpose in a world that was foreign to him. The one thing he was grateful for however, was all the language classes his father made him take. He couldn’t imagine how much of a nightmare arriving in a new country would be not knowing the language. He spoke with a subtle French accent but was able to be understood by the locals well enough.
Daniel met Grimbold one night when he decided to take a late night walk to clear his head. He had been feeling especially lost lately and homesick in a Stockholm’s Syndrome sort of way. He rationalized this by telling himself it was the security of familiarity and structure that he missed. Settled down amongst the grass in a clearing in the woods, he stared up at the stars and wished for things he couldn’t have. Almost as if in answer, The Mentor appeared as quiet as a whisper and promised him freedom and power, among other things. He had been chosen for a reason, Grimbold told him. There were others too. The only condition was to serve him whenever Daniel was called upon. That almost caused Daniel to deny the old man on the spot. Here was another puppetmaster looking to take hold of Daniel’s severed strings. However, Daniel couldn’t sense any hidden agendas or twisted ideals from the man and the promise of purpose and a place to belong was too strong a temptation to ignore. Looking back on it now, Daniel should’ve seen it as an omen, something too good to be true. He was right back at square one, taking orders from a higher power for some unknown greater purpose. But 5 years later Daniel finds himself working as a barista at the local coffeehouse, still obeying The Mentor’s wishes when the time came.
Likes:
People-watching
Being around people but not overly interacting with them
Books/Reading
Running
Pastries/Bread
Dislikes:
Bringing unnecessary attention to himself
Being forced to do something
Alcohol and the loss of control it provides
Sycophants, brown-nosers
Anything that reminds him of his past life
Fears:
Losing purpose
Removing his “mask”
Getting close to anyone and getting hurt
Being found and brought back to Paris
Habits:
Tends to fake smiles out of habit due to his upbringing
Closes his eyes when a situation makes him feel uncomfortable
Leaves unannounced to go for a run to clear his head, sort his thoughts
Night owl and suffers from slight insomnia
Position in the Group:
Hangs out in the background to observe others. Doesn’t trust easily and even though he’s been in this for the better part of 5 years, Daniel still feels like everyone is merely an acquaintance and prefers to keep it that way. He’ll never admit it aloud but he’s afraid of letting others in. He admires everyone in the group, mostly for things he feels he lacks, but feels safer keeping everyone in neutral standing and only working together as a team if it’s absolutely necessary.
☯ Eddie – Seems nice enough. Appreciates his honesty.
☯ Teryn – Feels he can relate with her on an indirect level due to both their tendencies to not trust easily. She can sometimes come off as rude or defensive but he can respect that she has her reasons as he has his.
☯ Sloane – He admires her sense of individuality and confidence.
☯ Robert – Seems like a troublemaker but Daniel can appreciate his sense of adventure and spontaneity.
☯ Tobias – Feels almost as if they could be twin brothers but will not openly acknowledge this.
☯ Cara – He knows all too well of her fake smiles and pretty words and sees her as an annoying little sister-type.
☯ Nick – Jealous of his carefree nature and lack of worry of what the future might bring.
☯ Nina – Likes her confidence but gets annoyed by her spoiled attitude towards others. Enjoys having someone to talk to in his native language.
☯ Angel – Intrigued by her ability to blend in and relate to anybody. Thankful for her humor that quickly diffuses tense situations.
☯ Sky – Respects her maturity and feels like she would listen the most if he ever felt the need to confide in someone.
Dark Powers:
Animal Form:
Black Bat
Power: Echolocation
Being able to cause headaches from as minor as a constant throbbing to as severe as vertigo, dizziness and a loss of balance.
Much like how bats use echolocation by creating a sound and processing the information they receive from the echo, Daniel uses his power by whistling while maintaining line of sight with his target. He is also able to determine the severity of the target's headache by changing the pitch of his whistle. Prolonged use of his power causes Daniel to become extremely fatigued.
EDIT: Updated information on how Daniel uses his power. |
486 | 10 | 40 | 1,201 | 1,269 | Teryn Ikeda
Location; University -> Castle Street Cafe
Interacting With; Daniel Reyes
"Last night was strange, at least, stranger than usual," Terry thought to herself as she walked to school. She had never seen Grimbold do anything like it and wondered why they all had to be there to watch. He said that they were "learning" something, but he didn't even bother to explain what that something was. It had to be some sort of ritual, that much was obvious, but the purpose of the ritual remained unclear.
Teryn had walked all the way to school only to find out that her teacher had cancelled class. She was somewhat annoyed that she woke up early just to attend this morning class, but at the same time, she enjoyed having the day off. "Hm... so what do I do now?" she wondered as she sat on the bench outside her locked classroom. "Ah... I know."
She got up, grabbed her stuff, then made her way to the infamous Castle Street Cafe. Students loved to come here to drink coffee, study, and hang out. But unlike them, she had a different reason for going though: She was going to ask for a certain bat boy's help.
She didn't like asking for help, that was for sure. But it was kind of hard to keep a person indoors all day with only breezes. Daniel had the powers to give people headaches, which combined with her breezes might be able to keep her target inside. She thought about turning back and maybe going to the library instead to work on her report. She didn't want to owe anybody anything. But soon enough she was already outside the door of the cafe.
Terry internally groaned as she saw that there was already a line at the cafe. She fidgeted with her bag,made sure to not make eye contact with any of the other customers, and shuffled up the line whenever it was possible. A few stiff moments later, she found herself in front of the line at last. "I'd like a small chai latte please," she said to the man taking her order. She paid what she felt was overpriced for a small cup of latte, but that was capitalism. "Teryn," she answered when he asked for her name.
While she waited for her drink to be ready, she scanned the room for Daniel, only to find him by the display cases. "Good morning, Daniel," she approached the young man, who might have been too busy working to have noticed her right away. "When is your break?" | Teryn Ikeda
"I just can't deal with people right now... or ever."- -Teryn IkedaPersonal Information
Name:
Teryn Kanae Ikeda
Nickname:
Terry, TK, Scary Terry (Though she would glare at you for calling her this)
Birth Date:
February 20th, 19XX
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual but starting to feel a bit bi-curious.
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Terry is fairly tall for a Japanese girl, standing at 5"7. She has long, sleek black hair and always gets it cut in the same blunt fashion. Don't even bother trying to ask her to change her hair because it will never happen. She has pale skin from lack of sun exposure and delicate facial features. Some might say she has a "resting bitch face", but at least she makes up for it with her nice, slim body. Her brown eyes are cold and always seem like they're looking straight through you.
Clothing Style:
Terry likes to wear long-sleeved dresses paired off with tights or lace leggings. She enjoys wearing lace a lot. She generally wears a lot of black but also likes other dark colors like dark red because they don't make her look like a ghost. She wears a lot of accessories such as scarves, hats, sunglasses, and more to add more to her look. When she feels lazy, she'll wear an oversized sweater and leggings. Her shoes of choice are heels because she likes feeling tall and believes they show off her legs more.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Cloudy days
Art History
Shiny objects
Mint
Tea
Photography
Dislikes:
Sunlight
Heavy foods
Racist jokes about her ethnicity
Loud noises
Dogs
Fears:
Her Grandmother
Dying
The Ocean
Habits:
Rolling her eyes
Chewing mint-flavored gum
Putting on sunblock
Personality:
♦ Observant ♦ Cynical ♦ Stubborn ♦ Standoffish
Terry isn't the most optimistic person around. She doesn't have that much faith in others and more than often assumes the worse will occur. Regardless, she thinks highly of herself and her ability to be able to observe the world around her. However, once she believes she is correct about something, it is hard for anyone to convince her otherwise even if she was actually wrong. It is rather hard for her to make friends because of this, but she is not necessarily a bad person, just a hard person to get along with. It suits her fine though, she doesn't feel like she needs friends anyways.
Background:
Terry had a normal childhood. Her dad was a somewhat wealthy business man and her mother was a stay at home mom. She was never neglected or abused. Her grandmother was always harsh and scary, but besides that Terry lived a peaceful life. She was never good at making friends and was only average in her school work. Her parents always let her do what she wanted, which wasn't much. She simply wanted to be alone and have a nice camera to take photos with.
Tallshade was a weird town. Perfect for an outcast like Terry. She was looking up universities her junior year of high school when she discovered Tallshade. She particularly liked the fact that it was dark and covered in shade half of the year. She managed to convince her parents to let her apply to the small university there and found out that she was accepted her senior year.
At the university, she is currently studying as an art history major. One day after class, she went into the woods to take some photos. A strange, old man approached her. She tried to ignore him at first, but he began to talk to her. He offered to give her powers as long as she promised to do what he said. It felt like a scene from Harry Potter which wasn't a good thing because she hated the series, but decided to accept his offer. Actually now that she thought about it, she still didn't know why she accepted his offer. He was very convincing...
Position in the group:
Terry understands that they are all working together for some unknown cause so she simply sees them as a group of coworkers or a rag-tag team. She would be the quiet one who does what she is supposed to do, but would never go the extra lengths to befriend everyone.
☮Sloane: Terry admires Sloane's artistic abilities and finds her to be an agreeable person. Terry isn't sure whether or not they could be considered friends, but Terry respects Sloane and is more likely to listen to her than to others.
☯Eddie: Terry has noticed that Eddie is very much a pushover. He appears to be afraid of her so they don't talk much. She is somewhat amused by the fact that she intimidates him so much but doesn't know a lot about him besides the obvious.
☯Nina: Nina likes to be in the center of attention, Terry doesn't. Nina isn't the nicest person around but as long as she doesn't bother her, Terry is fine with it.
☯Robert: Terry is quick to put Robert down when he tries to get her and the others to join in on his schemes. She believes that he is childish and arrogant. Despite the fact that he should know very well that she doesn't like him, he still tries to talk to her from time to time and she can't figure out why. She is interested in his music and poetry, but would never vocally express that.
☯Tobias: Well, she won't deny that he is easy on the eyes. But that's about it. They don't bother to talk to each other at all.
⚡Cara: At first glance, Cara is like Terry's opposite. Though Terry is aware of her somewhat two-faced nature, she doesn't care. All she knows is that she won't be falling for her 'sweet smile'. Still, she tends to stay away from Cara. Something about her just rubs Terry the wrong way, well more than most people do.
☮ Nick: She has sort of a soft spot for Nick, probably because he is so youngand she never had siblings before. She's very subtle about it though. For instance, she isn't as harsh and not as likely to shoot him down. She also keeps an eye out for him and would be willing to show him her photos from time to time.
☯Skye: She's a very nice person. Not a person Terry would associate herself with, but still Skye is a good person.
☯Angel: Terry's aware that Angel doesn't like her, but doesn't let it bother too much. She won't argue needlessly with the girl, but she won't try to get her to like her either.
☯Daniel: Though they don't talk, he seems like a person that Terry could get along with. He seems to understand her better than most people and gets that she is just who she is.
Extra:
Terry is like bazillionth-generation Japanese American so she doesn't even know how to speak Japanese. She will begrudgingly admit that she had watch anime when she was younger but will deny that she watches them anymore. The secret to her classic hair style? She cuts it herself because she doesn't even trust a hair stylist with it.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Raven
Power:
She can create light breezes that could result in things like bad hair days and important papers getting lost |
487 | 10 | 41 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Sloane Shields
Location: Ink Shields
Interacting with frat boy no. 1
Death. Sloane had practically grown up with it, looming over her and stealing from her, a constant reminder that her life would one day end. And although she had remained still as a deer, watching Grimbold take the life of the swan stirred a familiar fear within her and her little doe heart had quickly and loudly thumped against her ribcage. She had been with the Mentor for years and she had never seen a display like that, and the unfamiliarity only added to her anxiety. Needless to say, the walk back to the cabin was a somber one. Sloane had followed the little pack back to the cabin, gaze forward and hooves steady.
Once they had returned and dressed, Sloane remained quiet. It wasn't uncommon for her, but everyone had shared the heavy atmosphere before leaving one by one. And, she wasn't one to drink much at all, but that night Sloane had stopped at a bar. The young woman had went home with a stranger--some grad student with clear brown eyes--only to rush home the next the morning. She had clients (and a hangover) to attend to, after all.
And that's where her day really began, but she found herself being distracted even as she worked. She sipped tea between clients, and they were few and far between. Sloane got about as much business as you'd expect in a small town, but she got by. "It's done," she said, leaning away from her client and standing to her full height. Her open-toed, 4" heels weren't exactly business standard, but who were they going to tell? The owner?
After checking out his new, sick ink in one of the mirrors, the frat boy excitedly bounced up to Sloane's counter to pay off the hard work. "Thanks, it looks great!" he said simply before skipping out the door, a couple business cards in his saggy pockets.
The rest of her day would be a slow one, and her shoulders sank as she thought--she didn't want to think. Even as she sipped her tea, brewed specifically to help her relax, she grew tense. So, after double checking her appointment book, Sloane closed up shop for the day, bundled up, and stepped outside to do something. Maybe make up for missing her morning workout. | You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art.
Personal Information
NAME
Sloane Shields
NICKNAMES
Ona: given to her by her grandfather, but only her immediate family wastes time giving her name an extra syllable.
Lo: she was first called this by her high school sweetheart and resents it being used by anyone else.
BIRTH DATE
November 21, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a light and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. Her nails are typically painted black, but are sometimes accented with whites, golds, reds, or purples as well. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well. In her heels, she stands over 6' tall and weighs about 140 lbs.
Notable tattoos: due to her dark skin, plain black tattoos are less than flashy. So she uses a lot of color in her work. On her left wrist is a compass, splattered with water color ink. The compass bleeds up her arm and into the rest of her sleeve. On the inside of her opposite arm is her first tattoo, gotten while taking Latin her freshmen year of high school: carpe noctem is scripted in hard, bold letters. This arm is sleeved, too, and compliments the phrase though overall it's not as colorful as her left arm. On her back is a decorated tree, decorated with reds and oranges. Finally, "1988" scripted on the side of her left ring finger. This is Winston's--her high school sweetheart's--birth year. These aren't all of her tattoos, but probably her most notable / important ones.
CLOTHING
A little athletic, a little slutty, all sexy: Sloane has a lean, beautiful body and she isn't afraid to show it off or the tattoos that decorate it. Her style can be described as a little grunge and a little street; she's always looks ready to go to a club. And unless she's working out, she's wearing heels.
Sample wardrobe: X X X X X X X X
Delving Deeper
♦ Ambitious ♦ Cold ♦ Creative ♦ Independent
PESONALITY
When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town. Her less-than-conservative style stands out in a small town and she welcomes rumors of her being in a cult or a witch or in a gang or anything.
LIKES
Animals
Art (tattoos, photography, paint, you name it)
Foreign movies
Tea
Dance and rap
Cities
DISLIKES
People (especially dull men)
Feeling dumb: she dropped out of high school so, while clever, she isn't educated. And this can lead her to feeling self conscious about her intelligence.
Fast food
Boy bands
Ross from FRIENDS
FEARS
Death
Weakness
Intimacy
HABITS
Playing with her hair
StaringDoodling if she has a pen or pencil in hand
BACKGROUND
Sloane was born to an interracial couple (most notably of Sudanese and Iranian descent among others), but was raised by her mother and grandfather. There isn't much else to be said for the early years of her life because she was raised happily and healthily. Her sense of style growing up scared away potential friends, as she tended to take on a gothic/emo appearance, but she was content. And she was particularly happy when her first boyfriend (who on the surface was an idiot but friendly jock) asked her out and they became an item. They were happy together for only about six months:
A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. With support from both their families, she had planned to raise it with him. However, he died in an accident and she put the baby up for adoption instead--this being her biggest regret and a decision she made out of grief. Then she dropped out of her sophomore year of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.
While other people studied through and graduated from high school, Sloane spent those years studying the art of tattoos. She was a fast learner and talented artist. And now, at 25, she owns her own tattoo shop and apartment above it: Ink Shields. It's of course popular with university students, but she gets both people travelling far and paid extra to leave town for her artwork.
It was soon after dropping out of high school that the Mentor appeared before her and gave her first task: key some guy's car. She was in a vulnerable place emotionally and psychologically, so she did. And the powers and the sense of family that came with them allowed her to toughen up and grow into the woman she is today.
RELATIONSHIPS
What I'm thinking so far (correct me if I'm mischaracterizing anyone):
Sloane can come off as the stern but caring big-sister type. However, the latter is a lot harder to see, and she has little patience for weaknesses in herself or others.
Terry: likes Terry enjoys her company as they have a lot of common--including the types of issues they face being a minority in a small town. She sees herself in Terry.
Eddie: she has nothing against Eddie personally, but he seems to lack spine. She's impatient and snippy with him, partly because he just lets her.
Robert: Finds him impulsive and obnoxious, but she knows there's more to him than that. He's not afraid to speak his mind, which she can at least respect.
Cara: she comes off as friendly enough, but Sloane has seen the control freak side as well. She doesn't really mind allowing Cara to do what she wants, it's usually harmless to her.
Toby: Dick. Sloane is p sure he's afraid of her since he doesn't always speak up. Makes her want to antagonize him more.
Nina: They're both powerful, confident, and ambitious. So alike that they clash: Nina is really the only other member she considers worthy of rivalry.
Nick: He's refreshing and bright--probably partly because he's the youngest of the group. But she admires his work and sees potential in Nick. Probably particularly protective of him.
Angel: She doesn't have a problem with Angel; the girl seems tough as nails and Sloane admires her confidence. She's not ignorant to the issues between her and Terry, though, and would like to see them get along.
Sky: Sloane was less than impressed with Sky when they first meant, but the woman's kindness and wisdom grew on her over time. And while she considers her a friend, she's also attracted to her as a person.
EXTRA
She has a Maine Coon named Nox. Her favorite color is deep red and she likes the scent of leather.
Song: Life in Her Yet by Rag’n’Bone Man and Muse by OCAD.
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
Sloane's deer form is, of course, black as coal. However, she's relatively large for what would be a female deer, but nothing impossible for the species. Ironically, deer--especially does--are docile creatures whereas Sloane is anything but; however, she shares its lean, graceful figure and long limbs.
POWER
Umbra: Sloane can darken and manipulate shadows to a small degree, creating what would otherwise be a trick of the eye. She has exercised control over the power; however, her mental state can easily affect her control. Rage or depression can cause the lights to flicker and dim. |
488 | 10 | 42 | 2,235 | 2,290 | Skylar Montgomery
Location: Tallshade Rehab Clinic
Interacting With: Patients
Little talons digging into the ground Sky watched as Grimbold killed the swan. It was almost serial. This was supposed to be some kind of lesson? It could be that it was something about death and how life is precious, but even then, it was a gruesome way to teach it. Honestly she didn't know how to react to it. Sky knew these lessons were for a lesson, she's been with Grimbold and the others for years now. It just wasn't something she was expecting that night.
"Sir you have to calm down please. Everything is alright, nothing you're seeing is real. You're in a safe place." Sky said softly to a young man that was suffering from the after effects of a cocaine addiction. He was hallucinating right now and there wasn't really much she could currently do.
There was a wall blocking her from Interacting with him as his case of hallucinations tended to be violent. He tried to choke one of the nurses when he came in yesterday. As her job here was to be a counselor she wasn't aloud to interact with any kind of medication. She's learned though that certain words can benefit someone. The power she held could sometimes help, not that she liked using it.
"Sky I think we're going to have to wait a while more until the hallucinations stop. It's probably best if you talk to other patients for now." A nurse told her and Sky nodded walking back to her office in defeat.
Sitting down in her desk chair she sighed exhuasted. The only thing about this job is that she could always be called in. It just happened her work day started at 4am when she'd gotten home at 2am. At this rate she'd be cut soon and get to go home for the day.
The clinic wasn't the biggest but with the college around here it was good for it to be here. She was one of four counselors at this one. | Name:
Skylar Jane Montgomery
Nickname:
Sky or Fawn
Birth Date:
February 28
Age:
21
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Unlike the slim figures of all the other women in the Montgomery family Sky got more of a curvy figure. Along with being 5"2 and having unusual grey eyes it was safe to say she stuck out a bit compared to her four sisters. Freckles dot her face and body being something she loathed as a child and something she`s come to find as apart of who she is as an adult. The sun is usually an enemy because of her pale skin color. Her hair is naturally red and is curly and thick. She`s learned after cutting it short once that it`s best to leave it long, it`s a untamable beast. The redness in her hair varies by season, in summer months it turns copper due to the sun, in winter it turns a crimson red color(her preferred color of her hair). When it comes to make up she would rather skip it for a more natural look, though she does like lipstick. Even though she hides it, because mostly everyone in the group finds her to be the innocent one, she has a tattoo of a broken heart on the right side of her ribcage. The reason behind this tattoo no living soul knows, no one even knows she has it.
Clothing Style:
Sky`s clothing choices vary by how she feels. On a Friday she might be feeling a edgy black dress with three inch wedges while on a Monday she`d be wearing a white sundress with a light pink sweater. There are also the days where she dresses up like what she calls "witchy" or "hippy" styles. You can be assured whatever she`d wearing always has a necklace though and if she`s not feeling well sweat pants usually follow.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Music
Coffee
Strawberry pastries
Literature
Cats
Art
Dislikes:
Rap
Dishonesty
Cherry anything
Body shaming
Public Speaking
Drugs
Fears:
Abandonment
Hurting other people
Alienation
Always being seen as the little sister
Habits:
When she`s nervous she`ll often start spinning her necklace or a piece of jewelry she`s wearing at the time.
As she gets excited she goes from speaking normally to loudly.
Whenever she`s uncomfortable she puts her hair into a ponytail.
Often stays up way too late at night.
Personality:
♦ Clumsy ♦ Wise ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Understanding
Even as a child most people said she was far beyond her years and as she reached her teen years people started to say she was the wise old woman in a teenager`s body. She tries to understand someone before she says anything against them. This leads to her being very trusting and understanding towards others. The advice she gives to problems is usually a lot more than someone her age should be able to give. It`s also one of her biggest downfalls as others can betray her quite easily. In all she`s rather clumsy and lightheaded, someone could tell her something and she`d forget it in two seconds. This has always been something she`s hated because while she`s very smart no one can see that with how forgetful and sporadic her nature is. In sad situations she feels rather uncomfortable, because while she tries her best to comfort someone she always feels like she`s doing everything wrong. Even though she looks down on herself a lot she does have confidence in her decisions and she believes that believing in yourself is the best thing you can do. She does feel like the owl represents her a lot. Like the owl she prefers being up all night than being awake during the day. It`s also seen as a wise creature and has aspects that she wants for herself, to be more precise and strong are two of them.
Background:
In her family there`s five daughters, Sky being the youngest. Meaning her childhood was full of hand-me-downs and often being misplaced. Her oldest sister Delilah is seven years older than her. The second and third daughters, Mary and May, are twins and are six years from Sky. Jamie who`s the closest to Sky at only two years apart. When Sky was born her parents had been hoping to finally have a boy. She`s always felt like her father didn`t approve of her because of this. The Montgomery family is known for being a very rich and successful family in a town a few towns away from Tallshade. As she grew up she had trouble trying to convince people she wasn`t a snob like they tried to make her believe. Many people bullied her for her intelligence and the difference of her looks compared to her sisters. Even her sisters would laugh and joke about how she was adopted. It really did make her feel like she had no one, her parents were always working, and it was very easy to just isolate herself in their huge house. Due to all of this she fell into depression and at some points self harmed.
In high school she got involved in a lot of bad groups. She often snuck out to get high or drunk with people she thought were her friends. It wasn`t until she was almost 18 that things went completely downhill. At a party she overdosed unintentionally. If the cops hadn`t broken up the party a few minutes later she would have died. In the hospital her family didn`t have anything nice to say to her and only yelled at her for being so irresponsible. They sent her off to a clinic for 6 months and she was released when she turned 18. Instead of going back to her family she broke off all ties to them. She got a job and lived in a small apartment till she finished high school and got a broken heart tattooed on the right side of her ribs. She saved up money and moved to Tallshade to go to college as soon as she had enough money. It was a step by step process.
The day she got to Tallshade she went to the Castle Street Café and ordered a cup of coffee and some breakfast. The things she owned were in a small suitcase next to her in the booth. As she sat there silently reading her book an older man came and sat across from her in the booth and ordered a drink from the waitress before looking at her. Sky asked him who he was and they eventually got into a conversation about her life somehow. She found out his name was Grimbold and he asked her if she wanted a way to completely change her life and be in an actual family for once, as long as she did what he said. It took awhile but she agreed and he told her to walk out of the shop and not pay for her coffee or breakfast. It was history after that and she`s been with the group for three years now. She finally has a place where she can be herself.
Relationships:
Sky thinks of the entire group as her family. As such she has compassion and understanding for all of them. Most she considers as friends and even if she doesn`t feel too confident in a member of their family she still treats them with respect and gives them the benefit of the doubt.
☮ Eddie ☮ - Eddie is a good guy, she finds it interesting to watch him tinker, and talking about fiction books is always fun. Sky always tries to convince him to like cats more. He`s the person she goes too to talk about the books she`s reading at the time.
☯ Terry ☯ - In Sky`s eyes Terry is alright, her observant nature makes her an okay person to talk too, although her crude nature sometimes makes her a bit uncomfortable.
☮ Sloane ☮ - When they first met she knew the woman didn`t think too highly of her, some friendships start out a bit rocky though. In present day she finds Sloane to be a very good friend of hers, even if they don`t agree on rap music.
☮ Rob(Foxy) ☮ - Foxy as she likes to call him. She likes to think of him like the older brother she never had as his middle name happens to be her last name. Like her she also values how he thinks of them like a family.
♥ Toby ♥ - Ever since she met him Sky`s always had a crush on Toby. At first she thought it was just his looks and tried to talk herself out of it. As she got to know him more she found to really like his calm nature and that he himself also had some bad experiences with drugs and such, in which she could relate.
⚡ Cara ⚡ - Cara makes Sky feel rather uneasy. While she seems very nice Sky can feel the other side of her personality and has seen it a few times. This rather scares her. On the outside Sky is usually very nice to her however.
☮ Nick ☮ - Much like most of the group she sees Nick as a younger brother. She likes that if either of them aren`t feeling talkative the other person can rant as long as they want. It can also just be a conversation or sitting in silence.
☯ Nina ☯ - At first Nina seemed like the type of person Sky would never be on great terms with. She was the queen bee in high school while Sky had been the rebellious/druggy girl. As time went on she`s started to become perfectly fine with her. Even if she`s hot tempered and can be rather hard to work with Nina does protect those she cares for and Sky admires that.
☮ Angel ☮ - Angel`s compassion is what Sky appreciates the most about her. Even though she went through some hard stuff in life she still jokes and laughs. In Sky`s eyes she`s the person to go to if you`re having a bad day.
☯ Danny ☯ - Sky can't say she knows Danny too much. He was here before she was. Danny keeps to himself but he's not a bad person at all. She does trust him even if they don't know a ton about eachother.
Extra:
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
pic of animal form goes here
power:
She can hear the darker parts of someone's mind. Regrets, pain, dark secrets, are just a few. When she uses this power it causes paranoia in the victim. Even though she is kindhearted and understanding the old dark side of her understands a lot of the thoughts she receives. |
489 | 10 | 43 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Angel Hardwicke
Location; Home ~ Café
Interacting With; Nate Hardwicke
Fair to say, Angel's first experience with the "lesson" Grimbold had arranged for the group, wasn't a particularly pleasant one. Before this, she hadn't really considered the potential darkness she was messing with. Sure, a cool little power and shape-shifting seemed like awesome tricks, that weren't large or powerful enough to be something as anxiety-inducing and world-shaking as something like Magneto's powers in X-Men. Because of this, Angel had never figured there'd be a price - unless it was the small tasks that Grimbold asked of them. Like her first task, an innocent - and hella ironic - Pentagram on a church. Then it was ruin someone's weekend, and considering her target, would be simply dealing out some wicked bad karma on the guy.
But sacrificing something as pure and innocent as a swan?
Shit, Angel was hardly the first in line to sign up for PETA - she loved her meat too much. Damn, if somebody offered her a swan steak she'd try it. But what Grimbold did was just disturbing... along with what occurred afterwards.
Chills had gone down her back, as she and the others sat and watched in their animal forms. Suddenly, being a Coyote didn't feel so cool. It felt even less cool as this black stuff began emanating from the swan's lifeless body. A whine pitched in her throat almost subconsciously, thinking back to the Game of Thrones jokes she and Cara had been throwing around earlier.
"Didn't realize Grimbold had contacts with Melisandre and the shadow-baby army." She thought to herself weakly - trying to grasp at some form of humour to relax the situation. But alas, she could not share this quip, and she simply watched on uncomfortably until Grimbold dismissed them.
Fair to say, she'd found it hard to find sleep immediately that night - nothing a few drops of rum didn't cure, but still - she didn't like the fact that something their supposed Mentor had done was giving her second thoughts about sleeping.
"Nate, so help me GOD, if you don't turn off that music I'll burn your goddamn dick off in your sleep." Was Angel's second sentence of the morning. The first had been a similar threat, unheard by Nate, followed by a large string of muttered expletives.
What had brought on this particular threat to her charming younger brother, had been Daft Punk. Robot Rock, to be specific. Now, Angel didn't have a problem with Daft Punk - enjoyed them, in fact.
But not at 7AM, using the sounds system cranked high.
On her one weekday without class.
Not even bothering to get out of her bed, Angel had simply phoned her brother, and hung up once the threat was carried across. The music stopped.
Sadly, Angel's ire had been tickled enough to keep her awake, and she came to the unfortunate conclusion that her full bladder and empty stomach had now overtaken rule in her body, making sleep impossible at this point.
Waiting for her Gremlin of a brother to leave for High School, Angel commandeered the bathroom, putting on her own playlist as she showered. The soothing yet upbeat tunes of Clean Bandit were more than enough to relax her, paired with the warm water pounding away on her shoulders, and her orange scented shampoo and body wash. Angel was surprised to find herself so grimy - it's not like she had been rolling around in the dirt last night.
"Well... unless you count the falling over on the way back to the cabin." Chuckling to herself at the memory, she was relieved to find that the recollection of last night wasn't as haunting as she had thought before going to sleep. Still freaked out slightly by the whole "chanting and sacrificing" stunt Grimbold had pulled, but in the light of day, it seemed less disturbing.
It didn't take long for Angel to dry her hair and get dressed - and then feel somewhat bored. It seemed the right side of her brain was still snoozing away upstairs in her bedroom, as she felt no desire to draw or bust out some tunes on her guitar.
Which left food. And what better food could one ingest than bacon?
"Of course... no pig. Nice one, Uncle James." Pulling a face and turning away from the sadly swine-deprived fridge, Angel noticed her brother's wallet on the dining table, along with his half-empty cereal bowl.
"Jesus Nate; what am I, your housekeeper?" She muttered with a scowl, dumping his slowly congealing flakes in the bin before looking back at his wallet - which he had forgotten. Again.
Picking it up, a wicked smile appeared on Angel's face as she pulled out $20. "Ah, sweet, sweet revenge. Boy should know that I have a fee for cleaning up his shit." Chuckling to herself as she stuffed the bill in her pocket, Angel grabbed her keys as she headed for the door. Little brother was treating her to breakfast at the cafe...
Upon arriving, Angel had taken up her favourite seat after ordering a bacon sandwich and chocolate milkshake from the counter - a little booth tucked away in the corner. Now, one could consider combining milk, chocolate and bacon to be an abomination, but for her, it was a perfectly balanced breakfast. | Name:
Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:
Angel
Birth Date:
24th November
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:
Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
Cooking
Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
Chocolate
Day-dreaming
ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
Marvel
Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:
Marvel-bashers
Screamo or death metal
Messing up her paintings
Nosiness
Apathy
Slyness
Ignorance
The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:
Heights
Insects and arachnids
Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:
Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
Tapping out drum beats.
Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:
Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:
Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:
Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮ The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮ Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮ Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮ Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮ If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯ Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯ A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡ Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮ Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯ He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:
Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Black Coyote
Power:
Déjà Vu:
Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising. |
490 | 10 | 44 | 53 | 1,622 | Cara Osborne
Location; University
Interacting With; Her target and Sloane via text
The Shrine reminded Cara of Stonehenge back home. The careful placement of the boulders in an almost perfect circle around the alter still awed Cara, even if she had seen the exact same rocks almost twelve times within the year she'd met the critters. She carefully untangled her body away from Angel's neck, sliding down her body towards the ground.
And boy was she glad that she wasn't still hanging off the newbie's neck. If Grimbold's chanting wasn't creepy enough, he was holding a dagger in the direction of the swan, who was still laying by the alter helplessly. The sudden strike from Grimbold's dagger would've caused Cara to constrict around Angel's neck instinctively, but instead it looked like she was almost curling into her body as her black pupils stared at the scene ahead.
"---ne?"
This whole situation reminded Cara of a cult sacrifice - one you see in many weird films and horror flicks. It was definitely a first, to see Grimbold killing a woodland critter and watching black smoke ooze from the body like blood from a wound.
"---sborne?"
What was even weirder was that Grimbold dismissed everybody straight after; leading them back to his cabin to allow the others, including Cara, to return back to their home. Cara didn't have the heart to say anything as she ducked out of the cabin after changing. She just gave a small nod in the direction of the elder man, her mind still processing the previous events carefully.
"Miss Osborne!"
The voice came from right beside Cara, the girl almost jolting out of her skin in response. She turned to the right, eyes widened and heart racing as her Professor stared at her with a disappointed look on his face. "S-sorry 'bout that." Cara apologised, looking away to stare down at her empty page that was supposed to be filled with notes. 'Crap, that's an hour wasted. Good job, Cara.'
The Professor turned to the front of the hall once more, returning to his teachings of the nervous system as Cara mentally berated herself. As he answered more questions, Cara realised that she was given a golden opportunity. Discreetly turning her head to the left, as if she were tilting her head to stare at the wall, she peered over her shoulder at the blonde head behind her, working hard like a good student. Cara could use the opportunity to talk to her target, get to know her enough to be able to figure out what scared the girl and use it against her.
Maybe things weren't too bad after all.
With the seminar over with, Cara immediately jumped out of her seat, spotting Janet already packing up hurriedly. Cara couldn't help but notice how shaky and jittery the girl was, storing the information in her mind as her mouth curled into the familiar sweet smile. Cara approached the blonde, eyes sparkling and a charming grin on her face as she clutched her notepad against her body. 'Gotta lay it on thick.'
"Hi~!" She greeted in a sing-song voice. Cara's mouth twitched as Janet didn't even bother to look up at her, instead busy with shoving her pen in her already filled pencil case. "I guess you already know why I'm here so um, could I maybe borrow some of your notes you took today?" I mean, you're the smartest one here, and if there's anyone I can trust to take good notes, it's you-" Cara was cut short by a cold glare.
"Save it, I need to get out of here."
Blinking twice, Cara barely managed to keep her façade from slipping as she continued, even tilting her head to the side to feign obliviousness. "Pardon? I- I was just hoping you could help me out-"
Once again, Cara was cut short by Janet, who finally slipped her bag over her shoulder, "ask someone else. I have... somewhere I need to be." One more look out the window, Janet brushed past the shorter girl and out towards the exit, leaving Cara's fake smile to immediately wash from her face. Instead of feeling angry, like she would've been after being brushed off like she was nothing, Cara couldn't help but grin to herself. After peering out of the window to find nothing but trees, Cara pulled out her phone, selecting the contact she needed before typing.
Sloane, mind if I drop by sometime soon? Need your help with something. | Name:
Catherine Amaya Osborne
Nickname:
Cara
Birth Date:
November 7th
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Barely reaching 5'1" and weighing only 50kg (110lbs), Cara gives the impression of being cute and harmless. While she likes to be known as cute, harmless is something she's certainly not. The petite girl has an hourglass figure, hips wide but waist slender, usually maintained by her rapid metabolism and strict diet (other than chocolate, Cara can never resist anything chocolatey).
Cara has a dimple on her left cheek, an indication of her smiley nature. She also has a naturally tanned complexion, complementing her brown hair and eyes. Speaking of eyes, Cara has wide doe eyed brown orbs, giving her an innocent look which is framed with thick, dark eyebrows. She also has shoulder-length brown hair, thick and kept straight with overgrown fringes that frame her somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly.
Clothing Style:
Cara loves to dress up, no matter the occasion. She loves to wear various skirts and dresses, as long as it's chic and cute (to match her bubbly-looking appearance). She also likes experimenting with her clothes, so one day she may go for a bold design, or the other she'd wear something simple.
Make-up wise, Cara loves to define her eyes, either with some eyeliner or with dark eyeshadow. Lip colours vary depending on her mood or the situation, usually switching from naturals, pinks and bold reds.
Deeper
Likes:
Tea
Terrible romance drama films
Cycling
Reading
Chocolate
Dislikes:
Doing nothing
Coffee
People who call her a control freak
Anything cold
Debby-downers
Fears:
Losing control of her life
Suffocating
Letting people too close
Habits:
Tapping her fingers against surfaces
Playing with her hair
Pouting her lips while in thought
Personality:
♦ Kind ♦ Control Freak ♦ Blunt ♦ Stubborn ♦ Manipulative ♦
At first glance, people assume that Cara is docile and harmless, the cutesy one, if you will. However, Cara is anything but docile. She has been known to argue and stand by her points (and values) no matter what, her stubborn streak comparable to that of a boulder. Her stubbornness paired with her controlling personality can make her quite the unpleasant person to hang around with, most of the time. However, Cara refuses to acknowledge herself as a control-freak, that's one thing that would piss her off.
Cara is very confident, in herself and her abilities. She is also always found with a smile (whether its fake or genuine, people usually can't tell). Don't get fooled by her sweet smile, however, as Cara can potentially use her 'sweet, innocent appearance' to dupe people. Cara also likes to consider herself honest, but most of her 'honesty' is just the blunt truth. She never sugar-coats her words (unless she's fooling someone), her words usually unfiltered.
Overall, Cara can be nice when she needs to be, but piss her off and she can be a vindictive little bitch.
Background:
Born in the English countryside, in a small town where everyone knew everything, Catherine had a normal childhood. Or, as normal as one could get having seven older siblings. It wasn't like she was neglected or abused in the household, but Catherine knew that she wasn't the most wanted child. Having to compete with seven other children for any attention, Catherine developed into a loud, stubborn child that was hard to reason with unless she was bribed with chocolates.
Catherine was encouraged to pick up many hobbies, including dancing and painting alongside furthering her education. Most of her siblings were average students, Catherine included. However, the girl had found her calling in life: to be a surgeon, where she had the contol and power to save lives. The medicine path motivated the girl throughout her childhood and teenage years, making her a hard-working student and achieving good grades even though she wasn't a genius.
This remained until Cara finished her secondary education, achieving high grades - especially in science and maths. The girl, during her hunt for a university, stumbled on a town named Tallshade hidden within the forest. Liking the prospect of moving away from the stuffy town, Cara applied immediately for a medical course, before packing up and moving out as soon as she hit eighteen.
Cara performed well during the first few years of her medical degree, studying hard and maintaining her work ethic like back at home. Cara met The Mentor during one of her panic-study sessions at the local library. Funnily enough, the girl actually screamed out 'I wish I could get them to listen to me!' before she noticed The Mentor beside her. Offering her powers in exchange doing whatever he wanted, the girl accepted immediately.
That was a year ago, and now, Cara loves her life.
Position in the group:
Cara's desire for control means that she strives to be a leader, even if she's not the best person to lead a team. She likes to consider everybody in the group as friends, or at least some of them, but it doesn't mean that they're exempt to her blunt and bold personality.
☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || 💕 Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚡ Rivals || ⚔ Nemesis
☮ Eddie ☮
Sweet guy, but he just needs to stand up for himself. Cara likes Eddie enough to try and tame her bold personality so she doesn't scare him off (even if it's not much difference). Cara doesn't like Nina's tendancy to bully Eddie, which often results in her advising him on ways to defend himself - her advice usually coming out as forceful.
☯ Terry ☯
Cara appreciates her observant nature, knowing that her fake smiles don't work on the quiet girl. Cara tends to just stay away from Terry, more because she doesn't know how to approach her without losing her cool.
☮ Sloane ☮
Bold and proud, Cara definitely likes Sloane, acting friendly enough to her. If she were attracted to women, she would've been attracted to Sloane.
☯ Robert ☯
Robert's playful nature reminds her of an excitable puppy. Cara doesn't mind going along with many of his schemes, as long as she doesn't consider it stupid. Again, like with many of the others, Cara remains friendly with Robert, as long as he doesn't make her feel like she doesn't have control during his schemes.
☮ Toby ☮
He's quite the looker, but withdrawn. She doesn't know much about Toby, and while she's curious, she doesn't bother to ask. There is a possibility that Cara could be attracted to Toby, but its more of a physical thing, rather than an emotional one.
☮ Nick ☮
Like the little brother of the group, Cara can understand what its like to be the youngest sibling, but she doesn't baby Nick either, no matter how adorable he looks in his ferret form.
⚡ Nina ⚡
Nina and Cara have a hot and cold friendship: one day they could get along well enough to watch movies and hang out with each other, the next they could easily grate on each other's nerves.
☮ Angel ☮
Angel is one girl that Cara knows she can have a argument debate with, no matter how heated it may get due to their stubborn nature. Both also from England, Cara likes to think that the two are friends. She doesn't mind showing Angel around Tallshade, since Cara understands what its like to be new in a different environment.
Extra:
Cara speaks with a hint of a British accent, one of the only hints to her British background.
She's trying to give up smoking, after having a little health scare a while ago. powers:
Animal Form:
Power:
Cara has the ability to make people hear whispers. It's not her speaking, but just simple idle chatter as if someone is right behind them, even if no one is there. Serves as a great distraction tool during exam season, though. |
491 | 10 | 45 | 1,713 | 314 | Isaac Lynch
Father Lynch emerged from the front doors of the church. He had just finished his letter and was now heading to the mailbox to post it. He enjoyed the morning hours when there still shone some sunlight on this otherwise so grim town. It was not only the eternal shadow of the mountain that they lived under. It was also in the atmosphere. Though many people where christians, it was as if the heathen spirits that dwelled here eons ago, never really left this place. As servant of the lord, he could sense these things. But with the awareness also came the responsibility. It was his holy duty, to rid this town once and for all, from the shadow that was cast, by evil spirits of the past. With the light of the lord, he would clense this place and it's people.
The last mayor had considered his ideas lunatic. But now with the new mayor, he was going to take it on all differently. He had his plans all worked out. And once he would get the chance to talk to her, he would make her see the things for how they were. With her help, he would finally be able to fullfill this dream that he had since he was appointed this church in this town, ten years ago.
For he, Father Lynch, was the shepherd of these people -these sheep, that needed guidance. And protection from the ever pressing presence of the wolf. The Darkness that these ungratefull inhabitants were so unaware of.
There was actual lore on this. Ancient tales, that many discarded as child's stories. some parts of the town were older than most people knew. The Library had very old books. The church was build on ruins of a mysterious building that he still didn't know the purpose for. And the mines had been abandoned for longer than anyone's grandparents remembered.
And HE knew. HE was going to figure out why. HE saw the hidden patterns in what people might call bad luck. HE was going to end this. HE, not the Lord.. but Father Lynch.
But ofcourse he was going to need some help.
When the letter slipped into the mailbox, father lynch snapped out of his daydream, before starting his way back to the church. | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
492 | 10 | 46 | 1,228 | 2,368 | Sloane Shields
Location: leaving Ink Shields...or not
Interacting with Cara
Sloane drew in a long, deep breath. The cold air sent a chill up her spine, but filled her with a new, fresh energy as she looked at the town. Beside her shop and home was the cafe, which she side glanced. It wasn't uncommon for the pack to hang around there. She stood still for a moment before turning in the opposite direction. However, she didn't make it very far until she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. As her heels clicked against the pavement, she pulled the device to check the message: Cara wanted to meet up. The woman dropped her arms and stared up the sky, shaking her head a bit. Why? she thought simply, musing over her options.
Eventually, she raised her phone again:
sure thing. ill be home all day.
Hesitantly, Sloane tapped the send button. She was a lot of things and loyal was one of them. Unfortunately. The woman drew in one last fresh breath of air and turned to return to Ink Shields...as she turned, her eyes followed the local Father as he crossed the street. She didn't think much of it, however, and she unlocked the door to her home to step back inside and get comfortable. | You should never feel afraid to become a piece of art.
Personal Information
NAME
Sloane Shields
NICKNAMES
Ona: given to her by her grandfather, but only her immediate family wastes time giving her name an extra syllable.
Lo: she was first called this by her high school sweetheart and resents it being used by anyone else.
BIRTH DATE
November 21, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Female
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Her pale green eyes stand out the most: although mostly a light and icy green, flecks of deeper emerald and gold dot the irises. She tends to wear dark eyeliner and eye shadow that compliments the color. Sloane’s skin is dark brown in contrast, and she wears make up to accent her high cheekbones. Her dreadlocks are dark brown–nearly black–in color and are styled like a Mohawk with both sides shaved close to her scalp. She walks with a tall, confident demeanor and tends to wear a combination of tight pants and layered tanktops to show off her tattoo sleeves. Toned arms and legs stretch far, emphasizing her height and slimness–high heels help, too. Her nails are typically painted black, but are sometimes accented with whites, golds, reds, or purples as well. She also has tattoos behind her ear, neck, on her back and legs, hips, below her chest, and..elsewhere. Said tattoos include but are not limited to her zodiac sign, favorite quote, a semi-colon, and tribal designs. When it comes to jewelry, she has small gauges in her ears and long necklaces that dangle over her chest. She’ll sometimes have thick bracelets and rings on, as well. In her heels, she stands over 6' tall and weighs about 140 lbs.
Notable tattoos: due to her dark skin, plain black tattoos are less than flashy. So she uses a lot of color in her work. On her left wrist is a compass, splattered with water color ink. The compass bleeds up her arm and into the rest of her sleeve. On the inside of her opposite arm is her first tattoo, gotten while taking Latin her freshmen year of high school: carpe noctem is scripted in hard, bold letters. This arm is sleeved, too, and compliments the phrase though overall it's not as colorful as her left arm. On her back is a decorated tree, decorated with reds and oranges. Finally, "1988" scripted on the side of her left ring finger. This is Winston's--her high school sweetheart's--birth year. These aren't all of her tattoos, but probably her most notable / important ones.
CLOTHING
A little athletic, a little slutty, all sexy: Sloane has a lean, beautiful body and she isn't afraid to show it off or the tattoos that decorate it. Her style can be described as a little grunge and a little street; she's always looks ready to go to a club. And unless she's working out, she's wearing heels.
Sample wardrobe: X X X X X X X X
Delving Deeper
♦ Ambitious ♦ Cold ♦ Creative ♦ Independent
PESONALITY
When it comes to people, she can come off friendly enough, though she’s rather apathetic behind the smiles. She’s far more interested in art and animals and magic, but she recognizes the importance and usefulness in others. Still, when her mood is soured, she can be sadistic and cruel to those she feel has wronged her–though, at times, she finds herself acting pointlessly cruel sometimes out of impatience or defensiveness. Needless to say, Sloane tends to look out for herself before others. However, she can easily bond with another over similar interests. She likes being active and loves to travel when she’s commissioned for a tattoo from someone out of town. Her less-than-conservative style stands out in a small town and she welcomes rumors of her being in a cult or a witch or in a gang or anything.
LIKES
Animals
Art (tattoos, photography, paint, you name it)
Foreign movies
Tea
Dance and rap
Cities
DISLIKES
People (especially dull men)
Feeling dumb: she dropped out of high school so, while clever, she isn't educated. And this can lead her to feeling self conscious about her intelligence.
Fast food
Boy bands
Ross from FRIENDS
FEARS
Death
Weakness
Intimacy
HABITS
Playing with her hair
StaringDoodling if she has a pen or pencil in hand
BACKGROUND
Sloane was born to an interracial couple (most notably of Sudanese and Iranian descent among others), but was raised by her mother and grandfather. There isn't much else to be said for the early years of her life because she was raised happily and healthily. Her sense of style growing up scared away potential friends, as she tended to take on a gothic/emo appearance, but she was content. And she was particularly happy when her first boyfriend (who on the surface was an idiot but friendly jock) asked her out and they became an item. They were happy together for only about six months:
A particularly romantic Valentines Day led to a teen pregnancy with her first boyfriend. With support from both their families, she had planned to raise it with him. However, he died in an accident and she put the baby up for adoption instead--this being her biggest regret and a decision she made out of grief. Then she dropped out of her sophomore year of high school to become a tattoo artist. Neither her grandfather nor mother were very happy, but they tried to be supportive due to the tragic loss.
While other people studied through and graduated from high school, Sloane spent those years studying the art of tattoos. She was a fast learner and talented artist. And now, at 25, she owns her own tattoo shop and apartment above it: Ink Shields. It's of course popular with university students, but she gets both people travelling far and paid extra to leave town for her artwork.
It was soon after dropping out of high school that the Mentor appeared before her and gave her first task: key some guy's car. She was in a vulnerable place emotionally and psychologically, so she did. And the powers and the sense of family that came with them allowed her to toughen up and grow into the woman she is today.
RELATIONSHIPS
What I'm thinking so far (correct me if I'm mischaracterizing anyone):
Sloane can come off as the stern but caring big-sister type. However, the latter is a lot harder to see, and she has little patience for weaknesses in herself or others.
Terry: likes Terry enjoys her company as they have a lot of common--including the types of issues they face being a minority in a small town. She sees herself in Terry.
Eddie: she has nothing against Eddie personally, but he seems to lack spine. She's impatient and snippy with him, partly because he just lets her.
Robert: Finds him impulsive and obnoxious, but she knows there's more to him than that. He's not afraid to speak his mind, which she can at least respect.
Cara: she comes off as friendly enough, but Sloane has seen the control freak side as well. She doesn't really mind allowing Cara to do what she wants, it's usually harmless to her.
Toby: Dick. Sloane is p sure he's afraid of her since he doesn't always speak up. Makes her want to antagonize him more.
Nina: They're both powerful, confident, and ambitious. So alike that they clash: Nina is really the only other member she considers worthy of rivalry.
Nick: He's refreshing and bright--probably partly because he's the youngest of the group. But she admires his work and sees potential in Nick. Probably particularly protective of him.
Angel: She doesn't have a problem with Angel; the girl seems tough as nails and Sloane admires her confidence. She's not ignorant to the issues between her and Terry, though, and would like to see them get along.
Sky: Sloane was less than impressed with Sky when they first meant, but the woman's kindness and wisdom grew on her over time. And while she considers her a friend, she's also attracted to her as a person.
EXTRA
She has a Maine Coon named Nox. Her favorite color is deep red and she likes the scent of leather.
Song: Life in Her Yet by Rag’n’Bone Man and Muse by OCAD.
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
Sloane's deer form is, of course, black as coal. However, she's relatively large for what would be a female deer, but nothing impossible for the species. Ironically, deer--especially does--are docile creatures whereas Sloane is anything but; however, she shares its lean, graceful figure and long limbs.
POWER
Umbra: Sloane can darken and manipulate shadows to a small degree, creating what would otherwise be a trick of the eye. She has exercised control over the power; however, her mental state can easily affect her control. Rage or depression can cause the lights to flicker and dim. |
493 | 10 | 47 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Tobias Rieper
Location: Home/Café
Interacting with: Angel
Tobias knew that their powers were the result of the occult, the arcane, as turning into an animal and having supernatural powers clearly was not the norm. Yes, last night's events should have been expected, but it seemed so surreal. Grimbold sacrificed a swan to someone.. or something. He tried not to dwell on the thought, but hell, this was the stuff of horror novels and movies. What could possibly be what he assumed was Grimbold's master? A bloodthirsty god? Unholy specters? Tobias hated to admit it, but he was a bit fearful of the truth.
Not that he was going to tell anyone anyway. If there was one thing he didn't need, it was Sloane finding out and giving him more shit than usual. Just the thought of it made Tobias cringe. The group was fine and all for small talk, but Tobias doubted giving the group personal information was the best idea. Tobias didn't quite trust any of them with anything significant either.
Damn, even when he was in that gang there wasn't much to worry about. Sure, there was the whole gang rivalry thing and cops beating you to a pulp trying to "arrest" you, but if you followed orders you'd be fine. The gang would have your back. Usually. That might also be the case with Grimbold as well, but when you added in black magic, Tobias wasn't so sure anymore. Perhaps if he crossed Grimbold one day, Tobias would be the one on the altar, being sacrificed up to whatever. But it was late and he needed the rest, so Tobias tried to dispel the thoughts from his mind and at least try and get some sleep.
He ended up getting very little sleep, his thoughts from last night preventing any sort of restful sleep. Tobias was used to it, as he woke up as early as 4 am to get to work, but the first few minutes of trying to get up was always a personal battle. Eventually, after using up every single drop of willpower, Tobias dragged himself out of the bed and then to the fridge, where he would whip up a breakfast of...
Nothing. Looks like Tobias would need to use his day off to hit the market to replenish his barren fridge. But first, he was going to get some breakfast at the Café. Luckily for his sleep and food deprived body, it wasn't much of a walk to reach the entrance. Quickly looking at his own reflection in the glass door, he made sure his hair was at least somewhat presentable.
Tobias eventually ordered some breakfast pastries and a cup of OJ. Tobias didn't really like Caffeine, and despite what anyone else said about it, he was pretty sure coffee was some sort of liquid narcotic. Why else would someone spend dozens of dollars buying that crap?
He had gotten his order, however; Tobias found his favorite spot taken. Well, not exactly taken, just that the table half occupied. Shame really, it was the only spot that you could eat your breakfast in some relative silence. But Tobias soon realized the person that had taken his spot was Angel, the newbie, so he took the opposite seat across from her. Looking at her breakfast, Tobias was no longer sure what invoked more fear into him, last night's events, or Angel's food choices. He opened his mouth, intending to make a remark on her diet, but in the end decided against it and decided to just greet her normally.
"Mornin Angel. I don't usually see you here." | Tobias Rieper
“Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.”
Personal Information
NAME
Tobias Rieper
NICKNAMES
Toby
BIRTH DATE
October 13th, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Tobias's light blue eyes highlight his strongly german ancestry, if the pale white skin didn’t tip you off already. No makeup, nor any special hairdos, as one would expect from the average male, but has a beard/moustache. Tobias is exactly six feet tall, weighing around 170 pounds, fit as a fiddle, as his previous gang/prison lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to become weak. Tobias generally has a non expressive face, but he generally tries to smile for his own sake.
CLOTHING
Tobias doesn’t really wear anything too flashy in terms of his fashion, preferring to wear a simple jacket, jeans and some nikes. On occasion, he will wear a suit if he feels the situation requires it. And dress shoes too, because only a heathen would wear sneakers with a suit.
Delving Deeper
♦Thoughtful ♦ Calm ♦ All Talk ♦ Remorseful
PESONALITY
While Tobias used to be aggressive in the past, now he attempts to be calm and less confrontational. While his anger still has a short fuse, Tobias manages to keep it in check, at least for now. Conflict is something he is not afraid of, but will avoid violence at all costs.Tobias would willingly allow another person to beat him, as he feels fighting back would drive him back to his previous life. As such, he tries to talk and bluff his way out of tricky situations. He can be withdrawn at times, as Tobias learned in therapy to mentally remove himself from the picture if his anger is getting out of control.
LIKES
Peace and quiet
Snow
Structure
Cats/Dogs
DISLIKES
Tattoos
Drugs
Smug People
Physical Fighting
FEARS
loss of self control
Reversion to his precious lifestyle
Addiction
HABITS
Plays with his rosary a bit when in deep thought.
As stated before, has a habit of being withdrawn at random times.
BACKGROUND
Tobias was supposed to be the perfect model for the american dream. Four years of college, internship at a major accounting firm, steady and safe job. There was really nothing Tobias should have been complaining about, as he was practically set for life.
But privately, he hated the life. Tobias felt little purpose in his studies, and later, his internship. While his family had paid for his college, and their connections earned him the internship, Tobias felt empty. His dissatisfaction led to his membership in a gang. The drugs helped, and beating up some poor sucker on the wrong side of town gave him a different high. Tobias was hooked. The drugs made him feel immortal, beating up other people gave him purpose and thrills. The gang made use of him as an enforcer, to collect debts, participate in gang fights, you name it.
Ironically, Tobias was arrested for drug use/possession rather than being caught for beating people to near death. He was given three years in jail, losing his job, house, and his car. At first, Tobias blamed everything but himself for this sentence. The system, society, his circumstances. He constantly picked fights with other inmates to get a “high” again. After a year in prison, he “sobered” up and came to a different conclusion.
His downfall was his own fault. There was nothing else to blame. There was something twisted, dark in his head if he had to do drugs or fight to feel satisfied. The system worked exactly as it should have, society was right this time, and he could offer no realistic excuses to his behavior. Tobias started to turn his life around as best he could in prison. Tobias no longer fought, he spent time in drug therapy sessions, and even became a Catholic, attending mass at the prison ministry.
But as soon as he his sentence ended and he was let out, the empty feeling came back. Tobias tried to ignore the feeling, moving to a small town and acquiring a minimum wage job. He no longer cared much about the faith, ignoring it completely.
But a man approached him, and offered him another purpose in life. Grimbold, he called himself. Supposedly Tobias had a higher calling, and as long as he would be willing to follow. Tobias accepted, but there was something in the back of the head telling him this might not be any different from his previous gang lifestyle..
RELATIONSHIPS
Tobias probably comes off as the skeptic. The thinker of the group. He may take charge if no one else is willing.
☯Eddie☯ Weird guy, but nothing to hate him over. Tobias wonders why he’s in such a group however.
☯Teryn/Terry☯ Weird girl, but not as weird as Eddie. Not much to say about her as she rarely says much at all.
⚔Sloane⚔ Troublesome. While he may not backtalk to her, there are certainly times Tobias feels he might lose his temper with her and attempt to beat the living shit out of her. For this reason, Tobias acts cold to her in an attempt to get her to ignore him.
☯Robert☯ Too naive. Kind of reminds him of when he was younger, except with less angst, so he holds little ill will towards Robert.
☮Cara☮A bit on the short side, but she seems nice enough.
☯Nick☯Toby feels like he should say something about his illicit activities, but he feels he'd be a hypocrite considering he was no better at that age.
⚡Nina⚡Reminds him of Sloane.
EXTRA
None
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
A simple raccoon.
POWER
Can predict bad events, but has no idea of the severity/context, just that something bad will happen. |
494 | 10 | 48 | 426 | 102 | Daniel Reyes
Location: Castle Street Cafe
Interacting With: Teryn
Startled, Daniel looked up from the pastry display he had been busy organizing when he heard someone greeting him. He was even more shocked when he realized it was Teryn that had been trying to get his attention. It wasn't uncommon for him to see some of the others at the Cafe while he was working. It was a pretty popular meeting spot after all. However Teryn, like himself, didn't seem the type to go out of her way to interact with people unless it was necessary. Shaking himself from his reverie, Daniel quickly muttered, "Morning," as he straightened himself up from the display case. Before he could think of something to say, Teryn spoke up again. "When is your break?" Daniel dusted his hands off on his apron as he glanced towards the clock on the wall. She must really need help with something. Daniel highly doubted she merely wanted to hang out. "Umm, in about half an hour. If you want to just hang around, I can come find you when I'm done." Daniel offered her what he hoped was a friendly smile. In reality, he was actually pretty anxious to hear her reason for seeking him out. But in hindsight, she was probably more anxious than he felt since she willingly came to a crowded place just to talk to him. At that moment he heard someone calling her name over the buzz of conversation. "I think your order is ready. I won't be long."
Daniel decided to take his break a little early since he did arrive earlier than normal that morning. Hanging up his apron in the back and grabbing his jacket from his locker, Daniel made his way back up front where he found Teryn sitting near the back of the Cafe. He also noticed Angel and Tobias must have arrived not too long ago because Angel seemed to be tucking into her meal with enthusiasm. He nodded a quick greeting in their direction, not knowing if they really noticed or cared, and continued towards Teryn's table. Taking a seat across from her, Daniel offered a small smile. "I'm all yours for about 20 minutes. We can head outside if you like? A little less crowded out there..." | Name:
Daniel Anton Reyes
Nickname:
Danny
Birth Date:
June 3rd
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Daniel hides his emotions behind a veil of sea green eyes and controlled expressions. His perfectly arched eyebrows and flawless skin are merely a reflection of his upbringing and the mask his father unknowingly created. The only true expression of himself is the wild nature of his messy brown hair and small smiles he sometimes allows himself to show. Danny is average height for his age, standing at 5’8” and has a lean muscular build.
Clothing Style:
Not liking to stand out, his wardrobe consists mostly of simple neutral colored button-ups with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and a pair of comfortable jeans, dark blue or black. His shoe of choice is a pair of black high-top Converse. The only indication of his rebellious nature is a black studded belt he wears around his waist.
Delving Deeper
Guarded ♦ Observant ♦ Wary ♦ Rebellious
Background & Personality (because I believe it takes one to determine the other):
From a young age Daniel has learned to create a different outward persona dependent upon what the situation calls for at the time. Being raised in upscale Paris by his father, money, and a prestigious name to boot, appearances were everything. Social functions, garden parties, hosting important people from around the world. These were but a few examples of Daniel’s childhood. While other children his age were fussing over skinned knees and the newest video game, young Daniel was expected to be seen but not heard. Raised to be the heir to eventually take over his father’s company; composed, reserved, only speak when spoken to, everything you do elegant and refined. Everything was fine at first because he didn’t know any different. It was simply the world he lived in. But as he reached his teenage years Daniel’s observant nature started telling him a different story. A story of cloaks-and-daggers, false smiles and pretty lies. Friendly conversation was only a guise for some deeper ill intent. All the pretty gowns and well-tailored suits he had admired as a child became loud exclamations of one’s wealth and nothing more. His father’s stern lectures and strict instructions for Daniel’s upbringing turned out to be no more than a business plan for his future heir. There was no longer any warmth in his father’s eyes nor kindness in his words. If they had ever been there to begin with Daniel no longer trusted himself to know. He lost trust in people and closed himself off, becoming wary of the deeper meaning behind their intentions. This also led to a rebellious streak in Daniel. Not the kind of hell-raising rebellion they show in movies, but the more subtle rebellion of not listening to orders or making a rude comment to a guest while he knew his father was watching. However, these rebellious outbursts were few and far between as he didn’t like bringing more attention to himself than was necessary. He already had enough of that as it is.
Hating the idea of being his father’s puppet and being no more than a pretty face with a powerful name, Daniel decided to run away when he turned 18. Saving up his allowance over the years and claiming his inheritance at his coming of age party granted him the ability to do just that. He sat through the tutoring sessions his father arranged and continued to smile gracefully at his father’s side. When the time finally came, under the cloak of darkness while the mansion slept, Daniel packed as much clothing and various necessities as he could fit in a backpack and fled. He hailed a taxi to the airport and bought the soonest ticket out of Paris.
This led him to Tallshade, a tiny town in America nestled between a huge forest at the base of a mountain. The perfect sense of seclusion he had been looking for. Seemingly isolated from the rest of the world, it gave Daniel the freedom to make a new life for himself. However, he learned real quick how unforgiving the world can be. He also soon realized that he didn’t really possess a true identity for himself. Having grown up in the shadow of his father and knowing nothing other than what he had been taught, who was he now that he was free from all that? Who was Daniel Reyes when we wasn’t acting the perfect model son? He had a collection of “masks” and nothing more.
He settled down in a modest apartment and stashed his money somewhere out of sight. Daniel didn’t want to have to rely on his namesake to get what he needed but having it readily available gave him a security blanket to fall back on should he need it. He did odd jobs around town, took a couple random classes at the local university, anything to give him a sense of purpose in a world that was foreign to him. The one thing he was grateful for however, was all the language classes his father made him take. He couldn’t imagine how much of a nightmare arriving in a new country would be not knowing the language. He spoke with a subtle French accent but was able to be understood by the locals well enough.
Daniel met Grimbold one night when he decided to take a late night walk to clear his head. He had been feeling especially lost lately and homesick in a Stockholm’s Syndrome sort of way. He rationalized this by telling himself it was the security of familiarity and structure that he missed. Settled down amongst the grass in a clearing in the woods, he stared up at the stars and wished for things he couldn’t have. Almost as if in answer, The Mentor appeared as quiet as a whisper and promised him freedom and power, among other things. He had been chosen for a reason, Grimbold told him. There were others too. The only condition was to serve him whenever Daniel was called upon. That almost caused Daniel to deny the old man on the spot. Here was another puppetmaster looking to take hold of Daniel’s severed strings. However, Daniel couldn’t sense any hidden agendas or twisted ideals from the man and the promise of purpose and a place to belong was too strong a temptation to ignore. Looking back on it now, Daniel should’ve seen it as an omen, something too good to be true. He was right back at square one, taking orders from a higher power for some unknown greater purpose. But 5 years later Daniel finds himself working as a barista at the local coffeehouse, still obeying The Mentor’s wishes when the time came.
Likes:
People-watching
Being around people but not overly interacting with them
Books/Reading
Running
Pastries/Bread
Dislikes:
Bringing unnecessary attention to himself
Being forced to do something
Alcohol and the loss of control it provides
Sycophants, brown-nosers
Anything that reminds him of his past life
Fears:
Losing purpose
Removing his “mask”
Getting close to anyone and getting hurt
Being found and brought back to Paris
Habits:
Tends to fake smiles out of habit due to his upbringing
Closes his eyes when a situation makes him feel uncomfortable
Leaves unannounced to go for a run to clear his head, sort his thoughts
Night owl and suffers from slight insomnia
Position in the Group:
Hangs out in the background to observe others. Doesn’t trust easily and even though he’s been in this for the better part of 5 years, Daniel still feels like everyone is merely an acquaintance and prefers to keep it that way. He’ll never admit it aloud but he’s afraid of letting others in. He admires everyone in the group, mostly for things he feels he lacks, but feels safer keeping everyone in neutral standing and only working together as a team if it’s absolutely necessary.
☯ Eddie – Seems nice enough. Appreciates his honesty.
☯ Teryn – Feels he can relate with her on an indirect level due to both their tendencies to not trust easily. She can sometimes come off as rude or defensive but he can respect that she has her reasons as he has his.
☯ Sloane – He admires her sense of individuality and confidence.
☯ Robert – Seems like a troublemaker but Daniel can appreciate his sense of adventure and spontaneity.
☯ Tobias – Feels almost as if they could be twin brothers but will not openly acknowledge this.
☯ Cara – He knows all too well of her fake smiles and pretty words and sees her as an annoying little sister-type.
☯ Nick – Jealous of his carefree nature and lack of worry of what the future might bring.
☯ Nina – Likes her confidence but gets annoyed by her spoiled attitude towards others. Enjoys having someone to talk to in his native language.
☯ Angel – Intrigued by her ability to blend in and relate to anybody. Thankful for her humor that quickly diffuses tense situations.
☯ Sky – Respects her maturity and feels like she would listen the most if he ever felt the need to confide in someone.
Dark Powers:
Animal Form:
Black Bat
Power: Echolocation
Being able to cause headaches from as minor as a constant throbbing to as severe as vertigo, dizziness and a loss of balance.
Much like how bats use echolocation by creating a sound and processing the information they receive from the echo, Daniel uses his power by whistling while maintaining line of sight with his target. He is also able to determine the severity of the target's headache by changing the pitch of his whistle. Prolonged use of his power causes Daniel to become extremely fatigued.
EDIT: Updated information on how Daniel uses his power. |
495 | 10 | 49 | 1,552 | 2,234 | Angel Hardwicke
Location; Castle Street Café
Interacting With; Tobias
"Mornin Angel. I don't usually see you here."
Angel had been gazing out of the window, lazily stirring her milkshake with her straw when Tobias sat opposite her. She was slightly surprised - what little she knew of Toby was that he generally kept to himself. Not that she minded he'd sat down - she offered up a smile in welcome. Toby looked like he could use some company anyhow - he looked more tired than she felt.
"Yeah, I usually take my drinks to go. But my brother kindly woke me up on my morning off, so here I am." She explained, taking a bite of her sandwich as her mind drifted back to the last time she'd seen Toby - the night before.
Swallowing her mouthful, and return the nod with a smile as Daniel passed their table, Angel paused somewhat hesitantly before continuing to speak.
"So, that was really... something last night. Have to say, I wasn't expecting some druid-type shit to go down. Well... I wasn't sure what to expect actually." Angel said in a low tone, glad that they were parked somewhere quiet where nobody could hear their tale - Grimbold was pretty strict when it came to emphasizing how secret their second lives should be. "And judging by everyone's faces when they changed back, I'm guessing you weren't expecting it either? This is the first time he's done it, right?" She asked, the thought of more animals being brutally murdered like that creeping her out even more.
Jeez, fair enough you do it in a slaughterhouse - but the idea of Grimbold stabbing a little bunny to death on a stone slab in the middle of the woods, all while cackling maniacally as he sent it's soul to Cthulu or something, wasn't a nice one. | Name:
Angeline Megara Hardwicke
Nickname:
Angel
Birth Date:
24th November
Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Angel stands at a less than average height of 5’5, along with a slim hourglass figure, and a heart-shaped face; atop of which sits a mess of chocolate brown curls, often worn in a myriad of different styles, and various shades of brown depending on how she feels like dyeing it. Her eyes are a bright, clear blue, standing out thanks to her dark lashes and brows. Her tanned skin is mostly unmarred, barring tiny scars here and there from scuffles in the past and childhood accidents.
Clothing Style:
Angel’s clothing style very much changes with the wind and her mood – some days she’ll favour darker clothes in a punk style, paired with heavy make-up and an obvious attitude. Other days she’ll be natural, wearing dresses of various styles and colours and accompanying accessories. And then the day after that she’ll just dress comfortably, wearing jeans and over-sized sweaters. The only clothes that rarely change are her pyjamas – anything with teddy bears. Because teddy bears are awesome, guys.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Anything fluffy – particularly animals.
Face Painting (Well, any form of painting really, but face painting is a fun pastime for her.)
Way too Loud music (Particularly rock)
Cooking
Steak (Cooked blue – any more than that is blasphemy, in her eyes.)
Puns, quips, innuendos, and double entendres. (She’ll even sometimes sink so low as to pull the ‘That’s what he/she said’ joke.)
Chocolate
Day-dreaming
ELECTRIC GUITAAAAAARRRRRRR
Marvel
Nature, and all of her destructive and calm feelings.
Dislikes:
Marvel-bashers
Screamo or death metal
Messing up her paintings
Nosiness
Apathy
Slyness
Ignorance
The ever growing cacophony of irritating sounds often found issuing from children and babies.
Fears:
Heights
Insects and arachnids
Dying in some kind of meaningless, pointless manner.
Not having left something worthwhile on this earth before she dies.
Habits:
Humming snatches of songs, or simply guitar riffs, under her breath.
Tapping out drum beats.
Day dreaming, zoning out, or losing track of a conversation mid-sentence.
Clinging to a point rather stubbornly, should she believe she is correct and the other person is wrong.
Personality:
Entertaining ♦ Stubborn ♦ Opinionated ♦ Warm-Hearted ♦ Sharp
Despite the fact her looks – and occasionally scatter-braininess - can make Angel seem like a wee naive girl, she is far from it. She knows far more than she lets on, and she will never let anyone take advantage of her. However, when looking at what Angel truly is like, it is plain to see she can make quite the courteous friend. Not only is she happy to lend an ear to listen and a shoulder to cry on, but she gives fairly shrewd advice to people’s problems, in the hopes of helping them. Because of this, she is hardly one to judge others for their acts. One perspective of a story is hardly going to change her opinion of someone. Additionally, she’s quick to make jokes or light-hearted remarks in the hopes of getting someone’s spirits up. Humour rarely fails her, and is a very easy thing to fall back on.
As for her stubbornness... well, it’s a miracle her animal form isn’t a Bull. If she has a point in an argument she will fight it as long she believes she is correct – which can definitely cause irritation for others around her, but she does certainly enjoy being right in her views... not that that means she is not open to other people’s opinions. When it comes to hard facts, she will happily accept it if she is wrong in something. As for opinions, everyone is entitled to have them – unless some poor ignorant fool is under the impression that their opinions are indeed facts. In which case, she’s happy to deliver a few sharp words towards said ignoramous.
Background:
Angel has been living in Tallshade for a good few months now, alongside her younger brother and Uncle. Prior to this, the last time she could remember a normal home life was when she was 9 years old, and still living in England with her brother, and parents. As such, life was pretty good. Her Mother was a Detective, her Father was in the army, and she was doing pretty good in terms of friends and school. Even with an annoying 5-year-old brother hanging around her at all times.
Except, this annoying little brother arriving was one of the few good things she could remember in this time of her life – for a few months after her ninth birthday, her Mother died. A police raid gone wrong or something. She was too young to be given all of the details, not that it made it any easier. It had been while her Dad was away, on a tour in some country that she couldn’t pronounce yet. Naturally, he came home early, to attend the funeral and look after his young children. Shortly after this, he left the Army, under Compassionate leave.
However, his time abroad had left its mark already – he’d seen such horrors, comrades blown apart before him, that things weren’t so perfect for him mentally. He became paranoid, plagued with nightmares and the inclination that someone had killed his Wife, and was then after him and his two children.
Just before Angel’s tenth birthday, their house was sold and they moved to America. From there, they lived a very uncomfortable nomadic lifestyle – travelling from state to state when their Father became certain “people” had followed him there. He acted in the attempt to save his family, and Angel understood that. She knew her Dad was sick, so she just helped look after her brother and kept her head down in school, never really answering truthfully when people asked her why she never stayed for long.
However, she knew something had to be done when he grew distrustful of her. Over the years she was maturing into a young lady, body and accent changing – but in her Father’s demented mind, she should still be his little nine year old. She became unrecognizable, and after she came home from school one day at the age of 16, he attacked her, thinking she was some kind of assassin that had broken in.
Evading her Father, Angel fled the home with her brother, heading straight to the nearest police station for aid. She knew this would mean social services would get involved, but she couldn’t live with her Dad anymore, not when he was quite capable of killing her and her brother in their sleep.
After a few weeks of wrapping their heads around their case, and a few foster homes, social services were able to find a relative of theirs living in America. Although the offer to go back to England was there, Angel decided remaining in the USA was better. She didn’t particularly want to remain in the same country as her Dad (Who was being deported back to the UK to receive mental help), but she knew this life better than her English life.
Their fathers cousin – they simply call him Uncle James, it’s easier – happily took them in, being childless himself, and after a few years living in rainy Washington, James’ work had them moved to Tallshade.
Now 20 years old, Angel is approaching her final year at University, studying Psychology. Over the years, she has also developed into a low-key rebel. Although not far rebellious enough to joy-ride vehicles or break into houses, she does partake in some amusing deviant acts. Her Uncle is quite lax when it comes to curfews, but had they been in place, she wouldn’t have paid attention to them anyway. Also, as a lover of art, she is quite happy to graffiti the town – nothing as crude as tags, but things that actually look nice.
This was how she came across the Mentor. Late one night, she was busy spraying a moonlit lake on a wall when he appeared behind her, at first complimenting her art... and then asking her to spray something for him.
Although dubious at first, she swiftly deduced that he wasn’t a cop – a cop would have arrested her already. So, she quite happily sprayed a pentagram on the church wall prior to his instructions (And thoroughly enjoying the irony behind said act), and from there, the conversation grew far more... odd. Now here she is with super-powers like the guys in her favourite movies, and doing things for a guy for reasons unknown to her...
Position in the group & Relationships:
Quite easily, Angel is the joker of the group. The first to make a quip or crack a joke in a tense situation, and an easy-going source of entertainment. She's also in the younger half of the group, which makes her far more likely to look for support from the older ones - being the caretaker of her brother from a young age, it's a refreshing change. Although happy to take charge if needed, she’s more than at ease to let someone else take the job.
☮Robert☮ The boy is an adventure-loving musician; what's not to love? He isn't too hard on the eyes either...
☮Toby☮ Has a pretty calming air about him. Seems like a dependable friend.
☮Cara☮ Ah. Bluntness. What a refreshing change in this world of political correctness. Also a potential foe when it comes to debating.
☮Nick☮ Hell, the boy can draw. He seems pretty sweet too - although not overly so, thankfully. His bootlegging of alcohol tells me that.
☮Nina☮ If I were to describe her in one word, it would be bitch. But hell, being a bitch isn't always a bad thing. I do admire girls and their claws, and she's got the sharpest of them all. Quite the hellion one looks for in a friend.
☯Eddie☯ Seems kind of meek, not really one to stand up for himself. Which is slightly irritating, but hey, the guy hasn't done anything bad to me.
☯Sloane☯ A fellow admirer of art, and isn't irritating so far.
⚡Teryn⚡ Ugh. I admire stubbornness, but clinging to one's opinions when proven wrong is pathetic. Lady also has some severe issues with everything and everyone, it would seem. Also, she hates dogs. Who hates dogs? THEY'RE SO FLUFFY!
☮Skylar☮ Reminds me of me, somewhat – although she seems sweeter than myself. A good friend – almost motherly, which is appreciated more than she knows.
☯Daniel☯ He seems nice enough, but is almost like a puzzle – one which I am itching to try and solve.
Extra:
Likes to partake in some underage drinking – moreso than what one would consider to be healthy.
Dotes on the family dog – a clumsy Alsatian by the name of Dexter.
Is a supreme geek lord – will thrash your ass in any trivia in regards to her favourite fantasy novels or media.
Thanks to an extremely paranoid crazy army dad, was taught how to use Morse Code from a very young age.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Black Coyote
Power:
Déjà Vu:
Can give the feeling of Déjà Vu to anyone, by wiping their memory from the past few seconds – this can cause slight disorientation, or simply a repetition of a phrase or sentence. Useful if she needs to record or remember a conversation, or slip away without them realising. |
496 | 10 | 50 | 53 | 1,622 | Cara Osborne
Location; University → Sloane's house
Interacting With; Sloane
Cara was already on her way out from the university by the time she felt her cardigan pocket buzz, her skin vibrating from the sensation. Adjusting her grip on her bag on one hand, she used her other to fish out her phone carefully from her pocket to check what the message was. Grinning as she read through Sloane's reply, the girl simply hummed to herself.
Originally, Cara had planned to go home to catch up on any notes she had missed, using the notes kindly given to her by a friend who shared the same class as her. However, since Sloane responded so soon, and the fact that her home was between university and Cara's apartment, it was best to try and get it done with sooner, rather than keep Sloane waiting.
Securing her bag on her body and slipping on the black helmet, Cara began riding on her motorbike in the direction of Sloane's home.
Not too long later, the university student finally parked on the sidewalk, grabbing her bag before heading towards the tattoo parlour. Cara knew Sloane enough to know that fake smiles and half-arsed compliments would not work on her, so her plan was to get straight to the point rather than wasting both their time.
Pushing the door open, Cara grinned. "G'morning." She nodded at Sloane. "Slow day, is it?" She gestured around the shop. | Name:
Catherine Amaya Osborne
Nickname:
Cara
Birth Date:
November 7th
Age:
Twenty-two
Gender:
Female
Sexuality:
Heterosexual In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Barely reaching 5'1" and weighing only 50kg (110lbs), Cara gives the impression of being cute and harmless. While she likes to be known as cute, harmless is something she's certainly not. The petite girl has an hourglass figure, hips wide but waist slender, usually maintained by her rapid metabolism and strict diet (other than chocolate, Cara can never resist anything chocolatey).
Cara has a dimple on her left cheek, an indication of her smiley nature. She also has a naturally tanned complexion, complementing her brown hair and eyes. Speaking of eyes, Cara has wide doe eyed brown orbs, giving her an innocent look which is framed with thick, dark eyebrows. She also has shoulder-length brown hair, thick and kept straight with overgrown fringes that frame her somewhat chubby cheeks perfectly.
Clothing Style:
Cara loves to dress up, no matter the occasion. She loves to wear various skirts and dresses, as long as it's chic and cute (to match her bubbly-looking appearance). She also likes experimenting with her clothes, so one day she may go for a bold design, or the other she'd wear something simple.
Make-up wise, Cara loves to define her eyes, either with some eyeliner or with dark eyeshadow. Lip colours vary depending on her mood or the situation, usually switching from naturals, pinks and bold reds.
Deeper
Likes:
Tea
Terrible romance drama films
Cycling
Reading
Chocolate
Dislikes:
Doing nothing
Coffee
People who call her a control freak
Anything cold
Debby-downers
Fears:
Losing control of her life
Suffocating
Letting people too close
Habits:
Tapping her fingers against surfaces
Playing with her hair
Pouting her lips while in thought
Personality:
♦ Kind ♦ Control Freak ♦ Blunt ♦ Stubborn ♦ Manipulative ♦
At first glance, people assume that Cara is docile and harmless, the cutesy one, if you will. However, Cara is anything but docile. She has been known to argue and stand by her points (and values) no matter what, her stubborn streak comparable to that of a boulder. Her stubbornness paired with her controlling personality can make her quite the unpleasant person to hang around with, most of the time. However, Cara refuses to acknowledge herself as a control-freak, that's one thing that would piss her off.
Cara is very confident, in herself and her abilities. She is also always found with a smile (whether its fake or genuine, people usually can't tell). Don't get fooled by her sweet smile, however, as Cara can potentially use her 'sweet, innocent appearance' to dupe people. Cara also likes to consider herself honest, but most of her 'honesty' is just the blunt truth. She never sugar-coats her words (unless she's fooling someone), her words usually unfiltered.
Overall, Cara can be nice when she needs to be, but piss her off and she can be a vindictive little bitch.
Background:
Born in the English countryside, in a small town where everyone knew everything, Catherine had a normal childhood. Or, as normal as one could get having seven older siblings. It wasn't like she was neglected or abused in the household, but Catherine knew that she wasn't the most wanted child. Having to compete with seven other children for any attention, Catherine developed into a loud, stubborn child that was hard to reason with unless she was bribed with chocolates.
Catherine was encouraged to pick up many hobbies, including dancing and painting alongside furthering her education. Most of her siblings were average students, Catherine included. However, the girl had found her calling in life: to be a surgeon, where she had the contol and power to save lives. The medicine path motivated the girl throughout her childhood and teenage years, making her a hard-working student and achieving good grades even though she wasn't a genius.
This remained until Cara finished her secondary education, achieving high grades - especially in science and maths. The girl, during her hunt for a university, stumbled on a town named Tallshade hidden within the forest. Liking the prospect of moving away from the stuffy town, Cara applied immediately for a medical course, before packing up and moving out as soon as she hit eighteen.
Cara performed well during the first few years of her medical degree, studying hard and maintaining her work ethic like back at home. Cara met The Mentor during one of her panic-study sessions at the local library. Funnily enough, the girl actually screamed out 'I wish I could get them to listen to me!' before she noticed The Mentor beside her. Offering her powers in exchange doing whatever he wanted, the girl accepted immediately.
That was a year ago, and now, Cara loves her life.
Position in the group:
Cara's desire for control means that she strives to be a leader, even if she's not the best person to lead a team. She likes to consider everybody in the group as friends, or at least some of them, but it doesn't mean that they're exempt to her blunt and bold personality.
☯ Neutral || ☮ Friends || ♫ Best Friends || ♥ Love Interest || 💕 Boyfriend/Girlfriend || ⚡ Rivals || ⚔ Nemesis
☮ Eddie ☮
Sweet guy, but he just needs to stand up for himself. Cara likes Eddie enough to try and tame her bold personality so she doesn't scare him off (even if it's not much difference). Cara doesn't like Nina's tendancy to bully Eddie, which often results in her advising him on ways to defend himself - her advice usually coming out as forceful.
☯ Terry ☯
Cara appreciates her observant nature, knowing that her fake smiles don't work on the quiet girl. Cara tends to just stay away from Terry, more because she doesn't know how to approach her without losing her cool.
☮ Sloane ☮
Bold and proud, Cara definitely likes Sloane, acting friendly enough to her. If she were attracted to women, she would've been attracted to Sloane.
☯ Robert ☯
Robert's playful nature reminds her of an excitable puppy. Cara doesn't mind going along with many of his schemes, as long as she doesn't consider it stupid. Again, like with many of the others, Cara remains friendly with Robert, as long as he doesn't make her feel like she doesn't have control during his schemes.
☮ Toby ☮
He's quite the looker, but withdrawn. She doesn't know much about Toby, and while she's curious, she doesn't bother to ask. There is a possibility that Cara could be attracted to Toby, but its more of a physical thing, rather than an emotional one.
☮ Nick ☮
Like the little brother of the group, Cara can understand what its like to be the youngest sibling, but she doesn't baby Nick either, no matter how adorable he looks in his ferret form.
⚡ Nina ⚡
Nina and Cara have a hot and cold friendship: one day they could get along well enough to watch movies and hang out with each other, the next they could easily grate on each other's nerves.
☮ Angel ☮
Angel is one girl that Cara knows she can have a argument debate with, no matter how heated it may get due to their stubborn nature. Both also from England, Cara likes to think that the two are friends. She doesn't mind showing Angel around Tallshade, since Cara understands what its like to be new in a different environment.
Extra:
Cara speaks with a hint of a British accent, one of the only hints to her British background.
She's trying to give up smoking, after having a little health scare a while ago. powers:
Animal Form:
Power:
Cara has the ability to make people hear whispers. It's not her speaking, but just simple idle chatter as if someone is right behind them, even if no one is there. Serves as a great distraction tool during exam season, though. |
497 | 10 | 51 | 1,704 | 1,024 | Tobias Rieper
Location: Café
Interacting with: Angel
"I always knew Grimbold was a strange one, but yeah. That was an new one." Tobias glanced around the Café, spotting Daniel, and returning his nod as Angel did. "I honestly have no idea what the hell the old man is doing anymore." Tobias found himself doubting whether he should really follow through on the task Grimbold gave him, but at this point it was too late to just turn around and pretend nothing happened. Not like he even had the money to move elsewhere. Besides, now Tobias wanted to find out what else Grimbold hadn't told them yet. If ended up being some creepy ass satanic cult shit where they offered their souls to the devil, he'd just call the cops and feign ignorance that he used to be a part of it.
Despite being the newbie, Tobias had to admit Angel was taking this pretty well. He'd expected some more shock, fear. Perhaps she was stronger than him at that aspect. If Tobias had seen what Grimbold had done on the first meeting, he'd probably just slowly back away and avoid the whole sacrifice to the blood god thing.
Tobias started to bite into a doughnut, savoring the sugary treat. Not a healthy breakfast in any way, but he figured he could spoil himself once in a while. "Anyway, Any idea how you're going to do what Grimbold asked of us?" | Tobias Rieper
“Home, sweet home. Something in the night felt like a door had been opened, an echo of the past, an old monster snapping its eyes open in the depths of my brain. Closing your eyes forces you to look at the darkness inside.”
Personal Information
NAME
Tobias Rieper
NICKNAMES
Toby
BIRTH DATE
October 13th, 1990
AGE
25
GENDER
Male
SEXUALITY
Heterosexual
In The Mirror
APPEARANCE
Tobias's light blue eyes highlight his strongly german ancestry, if the pale white skin didn’t tip you off already. No makeup, nor any special hairdos, as one would expect from the average male, but has a beard/moustache. Tobias is exactly six feet tall, weighing around 170 pounds, fit as a fiddle, as his previous gang/prison lifestyle hasn’t allowed him to become weak. Tobias generally has a non expressive face, but he generally tries to smile for his own sake.
CLOTHING
Tobias doesn’t really wear anything too flashy in terms of his fashion, preferring to wear a simple jacket, jeans and some nikes. On occasion, he will wear a suit if he feels the situation requires it. And dress shoes too, because only a heathen would wear sneakers with a suit.
Delving Deeper
♦Thoughtful ♦ Calm ♦ All Talk ♦ Remorseful
PESONALITY
While Tobias used to be aggressive in the past, now he attempts to be calm and less confrontational. While his anger still has a short fuse, Tobias manages to keep it in check, at least for now. Conflict is something he is not afraid of, but will avoid violence at all costs.Tobias would willingly allow another person to beat him, as he feels fighting back would drive him back to his previous life. As such, he tries to talk and bluff his way out of tricky situations. He can be withdrawn at times, as Tobias learned in therapy to mentally remove himself from the picture if his anger is getting out of control.
LIKES
Peace and quiet
Snow
Structure
Cats/Dogs
DISLIKES
Tattoos
Drugs
Smug People
Physical Fighting
FEARS
loss of self control
Reversion to his precious lifestyle
Addiction
HABITS
Plays with his rosary a bit when in deep thought.
As stated before, has a habit of being withdrawn at random times.
BACKGROUND
Tobias was supposed to be the perfect model for the american dream. Four years of college, internship at a major accounting firm, steady and safe job. There was really nothing Tobias should have been complaining about, as he was practically set for life.
But privately, he hated the life. Tobias felt little purpose in his studies, and later, his internship. While his family had paid for his college, and their connections earned him the internship, Tobias felt empty. His dissatisfaction led to his membership in a gang. The drugs helped, and beating up some poor sucker on the wrong side of town gave him a different high. Tobias was hooked. The drugs made him feel immortal, beating up other people gave him purpose and thrills. The gang made use of him as an enforcer, to collect debts, participate in gang fights, you name it.
Ironically, Tobias was arrested for drug use/possession rather than being caught for beating people to near death. He was given three years in jail, losing his job, house, and his car. At first, Tobias blamed everything but himself for this sentence. The system, society, his circumstances. He constantly picked fights with other inmates to get a “high” again. After a year in prison, he “sobered” up and came to a different conclusion.
His downfall was his own fault. There was nothing else to blame. There was something twisted, dark in his head if he had to do drugs or fight to feel satisfied. The system worked exactly as it should have, society was right this time, and he could offer no realistic excuses to his behavior. Tobias started to turn his life around as best he could in prison. Tobias no longer fought, he spent time in drug therapy sessions, and even became a Catholic, attending mass at the prison ministry.
But as soon as he his sentence ended and he was let out, the empty feeling came back. Tobias tried to ignore the feeling, moving to a small town and acquiring a minimum wage job. He no longer cared much about the faith, ignoring it completely.
But a man approached him, and offered him another purpose in life. Grimbold, he called himself. Supposedly Tobias had a higher calling, and as long as he would be willing to follow. Tobias accepted, but there was something in the back of the head telling him this might not be any different from his previous gang lifestyle..
RELATIONSHIPS
Tobias probably comes off as the skeptic. The thinker of the group. He may take charge if no one else is willing.
☯Eddie☯ Weird guy, but nothing to hate him over. Tobias wonders why he’s in such a group however.
☯Teryn/Terry☯ Weird girl, but not as weird as Eddie. Not much to say about her as she rarely says much at all.
⚔Sloane⚔ Troublesome. While he may not backtalk to her, there are certainly times Tobias feels he might lose his temper with her and attempt to beat the living shit out of her. For this reason, Tobias acts cold to her in an attempt to get her to ignore him.
☯Robert☯ Too naive. Kind of reminds him of when he was younger, except with less angst, so he holds little ill will towards Robert.
☮Cara☮A bit on the short side, but she seems nice enough.
☯Nick☯Toby feels like he should say something about his illicit activities, but he feels he'd be a hypocrite considering he was no better at that age.
⚡Nina⚡Reminds him of Sloane.
EXTRA
None
Dark Powers
ANIMAL FORM
A simple raccoon.
POWER
Can predict bad events, but has no idea of the severity/context, just that something bad will happen. |
498 | 10 | 52 | 1,713 | 314 | Robert Taylor
Location; Library
Interacting With;
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
That was as far as Robert got into Poe's poem. With not much people in the library, he had some time to read away. Not that he was allowed to do that, but hey, Martha couldn't watch him everywhere. This guy was a classic and when Rob saw 'the raven' in the index, he was planning on dreaming away and making unnecessary links to Terry.
But this was only the first verse, and the complete poem's length was too long for his attention span. It wasn't all that catchy. Metrum, seriously. How was he supposed to fit in:"Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore" if he was going to read that out loud.
The other Ed still hadn't replied to him. There was also a poem titled "alone". He sighed. Not going to dwell on being a failure today.
"Excuse me." A voice in front of him said. Quickly Rob closed the book and pretended to be inspecting it. "You work here, right?"
He looked up. If that wasn't what you would call an unrealistic coincidence. Before him stood the wide-eyed girl named Rachel Brooks. "Yes..?"
"I'm looking for a book. It's called eh.. "toxic parents"" She said almost without hesitating.
And this is the girl I'm supposed to do something to? Shit..
"Let me just check in the computer if we have that available."
As they walked towards the computer, Roberts mind was racing. This was his chance. Come on come on come on! Think of something!
Robert scrolled through the endless list of books, pretending to be searching. Then he thought of something. Not an actual plan yet. But it would buy him some time.
"Ah, looks like it's out at the moment. It should be coming back this week. I can give you a call when it's returned, if you want." He ran his hand through his hair. It could be considered good service, or it could be considered rude to implicitely ask for a customers number. Though she could take it as flirtatious. Which could work in his favor. So many if's. She wasn't his type though.
"eh sure. Here's my number." She wrote it down on a piece of paper for him. "Thanks!" Robert watched her leave.
Well that was easy. Should've tried this trick earlier. | Name:
Robert Montgomery Taylor
Nickname:
Fantastic Mister Fox, Rob, Foxy
Birth Date: january 4th, 1993
Age: 23
Gender: male
Sexuality: heterosexual
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
yellow-green eyes pierce from under his stubborn black hair. Though physically relaxed, the eyes give away that his mind is alert. Robert is slender and slightly taller than most. Because he is too lazy to shave daily, his chin is covered in stubble most of the time. He strides with a combination of authority and enibration. Sometimes one more than the other. It varies.
Clothing Style:
Robert's colors are mostly black combined with bordeaux red or dark green. He wears plain shirts, hoodies, jeans and boots. Outside he wears his black jacket.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
power
writing poetry
with quill and ink
adventure
chocolate chip cookies
playing the guitar
berries
red wine
rum
Dislikes:
poets
people who are not up for his ideas
people who disrespect him
chocolate and fruit combination
human stupidity
Fears:
Being a failure
Letting people down
Drowning
That humanity will destroy itself
Habits:
running his hand through his hair
whistling
playing with a coin.
Personality:
♦ proud ♦ playful ♦ caring ♦ brooding
Robert does what he wants, whenever he wants. Though life often doesn't agree with him. So he comes up with an extravagant plan to make it better, or to fix things. And sometimes it works. And often he gets in trouble even deeper. But he learned how to talk himself in and out of these situations. He doesn't like to be responsible for people, because they will only slow him down. But he feels responsible nevertheless. And often he can use a hand. His 'plans' are often not as much actual plans, as just a means to persuade people in aiding him.
Background:
Growing up, Robert had a rather normal childhood. In highschool he was one of the more alternative teenagers ofcourse. His most important problem at the time, was how society wanted him to be it's bitch by making him going to school and then study and work. That couldn't be what was meant for him. But other than that, not much weird stuff going on.
Philosophy turned out a lot more boring and less enlightening than Robert had hoped. But he didn't want to return home emtpy handed. So he got a job at the library and bided his time in this town. It was even more boring than studying, but at least he could pay the rent and didn't have to put up with pretentious students and professors. But still, far from any great destiny. Despite his cynical attitude about religion in general, and after a night of heavy drinking, he went to church to pray for something good to happen. But as he was about to declare himself officialy crazy and close his eyes to start praying, a man next to him spoke to him. For some reason he quickly figured out Robert's situation and proposed to help him, if Robert did him a small favor. He needed to steal the small crucifix hanging on the wall of the church. Regardless of how the man was going to help him, that sounded like an exciting idea to him. So when the priest wasn't looking, he sneaked out the little artefact. After that, Grimbold asked him over for dinner. And they talked a lot. About life and society. Then Grimbold offered him a chance at a whole new life. Next to his current one.
Relationships:
Robert views everybody in the group as family. Though family doesn't necessarily means without friction.
♫Eddie ♫ and Robert are buddies. Robert is persuasive and Eddie tends to give in quickly, so Robert drags him along on his plans, more or less willingly.
⚡ Sloane ⚡ and Robert both are strong-willed individuals. This leads to clashes from time to time. Though he has respect for her independence.
♥ Terry ♥ has something very intruiging to Robert. She seems untouchable by his current social vocabulary. It's frustrating. Especially since he finds her rather attractive.
☯ Tobias ☯ is someone that Robert is slightly more careful with. He comes of as distant but dense, so he's just a little less comfortable around him than with the others.
☯ Cara ☯ is oke, but her controlling side is rather annoying.
☮ Nick ☮ is a great younger brother to have. Robert feels sort of a protector role for him. He will teach him the important things in life. Like rum appreciation.
☮ Nina ☮ is on Robert's level. Someone that he can talk with and have fun with. She's like a sister. But she's also hot. which is confusing.
☮Angel☮ Though she is relatively new, Robert gets a good vibe from her. Sharp and fun to hang with.
☮Skylar☮ Warm hearts are good company. Sky is comforting, which Rob needs sometimes. But she's also innocent enough for him to feel a protector role over her.
☯Daniel☯ He seems like a good kid, but Robert has a hard time really connecting with him.
Extra: He wears a small flask filled with rum on his belt.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
Fox
power:
Loss of focus:
For just a second, your thoughts were drifting somewhere else. You weren't paying attention you didn't watch where you were going. And now you walked into that lamppost, or cut yourself with the scissors. You stumbled, you hit your thumb with the hammer. Just your luck. |
499 | 10 | 53 | 28 | 71 | Edward Hansen
Location: Castle Street Cafe
Interacting with: Angel , Tobias , texting Robert
Eddie checked his phone as he walked down the sidewalk. A text from Rob. A small smile split across his face. If anyone had a plan, it'd be Robert. Perhaps collaboration would be best for this mission. Eddie's feet kept pace absentmindedly as he typed out a response.
To: Rob
From: Eddie
Yeah, been working on it. No class today, so I'll drop by. Coffee?
Eddie added the last part as he stopped in front of the Castle Street Cafe, the social hotspot for many young adults and especially his... well, family is technically correct. The small bell dinged as he opened the door, seeing some of the others already there. He mainly avoided eye contact with Terry, and Daniel by proximity. Instead, he made his way past the table where Angel and Tobias sat.
"Hey guys, what's up?" he said, pausing on his way to the counter. "I don't mean to interrupt, but last night was kinda weird, huh?" Eddie laughed, showing a hint of nervousness. It was still swimming in his head, images from the brutal ritual they had all witnessed. He hadn't seen Grimbold do something like that before. He wasn't even sure how it was a lesson. What the hell was Grimbold trying to tell us? | Name:
Edward Anthony Hansen
Nickname:
Eddie. Don't call me Ed.
Birth Date:
January 31st, 1993
Age:
23
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Straight
In The Mirror
In Depth Appearance:
Standing at 5' 7" and weighing 200 lbs, Eddie is a bit lumpy, but stays in shape with running. He has light brown hair and a meticulously kept goatee. His eyes are a light green, hiding behind thick black rimmed glasses. Caucasion, with vague traces of ethnicity. A pretty standard American mutt.
Clothing Style:
Likes solid color shirts with a pocket on the chest, loosely tucked into dark blue jeans. Dirty sneakers at the brink of falling apart. He doesn't usually buy new shoes unless his old pair are unuseable.
Delving Deeper
Likes:
Tinkering
Reading (Mostly fiction)
Girls with red hair
Cracking jokes, being sarcastic
Dislikes:
Bodily fluids
Violence/Tense situations
Cats
Repetition
Fears:
Claustrophobic
Fire
Spiders
Habits:
Fidgets with his tools (Usually carries around a phillips screwdriver in his pocket, and twists it around when nervous)
Loves junk food
Prone to laughing in uncomfortable situations
Personality:
♦ Honest ♦ Creative ♦ Inquisitive ♦ Timid
Eddie is soft-hearted and good natured. Tends to stray away from conflicts and tense situations, and quick to give in to another's will. Enjoys taking things apart, seeing how they work, and attempting to put them back together. Pretty much at home with wherever his toolbox lands. Likes to spend time with friends, but tries to steer any conversation away from debate, especially if he thinks it might get heated. Will usually side with whoever has the greatest show of force, despite his actual feelings. Isn't afraid to do what needs to be done, to an extent.
Background:
Eddie comes from a broken house, on the outskirts of the nearest city. His mother was abusive, she would bully him into doing what she wanted and threatened to burn the house down when he wouldn't. His father was a gentle understanding man, and did his best to do damage control for his wife. As a result, Eddie decided he would follow his father's lead, which was to try to defuse any possible situation.
Growing up, he discovered a fascination with machines, and was eager to practice. Unfortunately, his practice involved taking apart household appliances, sure he could put them back together. But, being inexperienced, kept losing pieces and forgetting the steps to repair them. Then his mother made good on her promise. She set the house on fire, with Eddie and his father inside. Eddie doesn't really remember what happened, but his father didn't make it. His mother was found criminally insane.
Years later, Eddie moved to Tallshade. Eddie decided he wanted to go to the university, where he could hone his craft, and get away from bad memories. There he met Grimbold, late one night while out walking. Eddie was immediately enamored. Something about his voice was so warm and comforting... fatherly. He promised Eddie gifts in exchange for Eddie's loyalty and service, to which Eddie eagerly agreed. All he had to do was loosen the screws on a bike so it makes a squeaky sound. Mostly harmless, right?
Position in the group:
As far as position goes, Eddie would be considered support. He wouldn't dare take a leadership role, any opposition would easily succeed. No, Eddie would much rather be in the back, quietly performing whatever task was required of him.
As far as relationships go:
Sloane:☯ Eddie doesn't mind Sloane. She pushes him around a little, but no different than most of the people he grew up with. He admires her ability to stand out and be proud. Also, he is attracted to her. Not her looks, necessarily, but the way she carries herself. Though he would never have the courage to say that out loud. Sloane might hit him.
Terry:☯ Terry is different from almost anyone Eddie's met from home. She doesn't really yell at or hit him, but he is still terrified of her. The way she looks right through him. She knows he's a coward, Eddie is sure of it. When they first made eye contact, it was like he was watching her read his life story, pulled from his eyes. And she didn't seem impressed. Or sympathetic. Or, anything at all, really.
Robert:♫ Eddie and Robert became friends soon after he moved to Tallshade. Robert could easily see the advantages of having a guy who has access to tools, and is easy to persuade, as a friend. Eddie is more willing to take Robert's side, easily taken in by his "plans".
Tobias:☯ Seems dangerous, but mostly leaves Eddie alone, which is fine by him.
Cara:☮ She's nice to Eddie, if not a little controlling. Sometimes she will give Eddie (strongly worded) advice on various aspects of his life. Eddie will usually go along with it, mostly because he's seen how she reacts to others taking control away.
Nick:☮ Eddie likes Nick's impulsiveness, and wants to look out for him, even though he doesn't seem like he needs it.
Nina:⚔ Eddie tries to avoid Nina whenever possible, just the same as Nina makes snide comments whenever possible.
Extra:
Eddie usually carries a few loose screws, nuts, and bolts in his shirt pocket. Never know when you'll need them, right? Also carries a phillips screwdriver in his right pocket. Can usually be seen carrying his toolbox, with an assortment of wrenches, drivers, a hammer, etc. Not a full set, being one that was scavenged over the years, so the tools are also usually in poor condition. Other than that, pretty standard young adult gear. Wallet, phone, etc.
Dark powers:
Animal Form:
German Shepherd
Power:
Can give metal things static charge. Not enough to power anything, but enough to give people a zap when touched. Eddie can affect any metal object he can see in detail, so if he loses his glasses he can only affect objects he can touch. |
Subsets and Splits