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4,600 | 115 | 66 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa thought about it carefully weighing the pros and cons of the decision she would make. Not really looking at anything as she stopped when Alex jumped in front of her allowing her to make the decision. "My forest brother only needs a part of the deer to keep going, and I do not need to eat as often as humans find they need to. Once I give something to the tiger we can at least check out what the smoke is to see if there is danger. If so, we help where we can and if we can. If the problem is too big I find no guilt in running to live another day. Then I make a proper meal. Is this acceptable?" She said getting the deer she had gotten some time as they wondered having forgotten it in the fight against the monsters and professionally cut a piece of the deer for the tiger to consume anyway to be prepared to give it. She might be good at this sort of thing but she couldn't skin an animal without losing needed meat or saving the skin for winter supplies, which was why she went to the butcher in the first place when she wanted to. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,601 | 115 | 67 | 563 | 531 | Alex nodded a bit then replied. "Yes it is..." Fact is though, even if the problem was too big Alex would attempt to stop whoever or whatever is causing the problem. Running away is to reasonably cowardly. Alex just observed his surroundings and when the tiger was being fed. He felt no hatred or any negative feelings toward animals consuming other animals. Alex sorta would like to dash for the enemy. Not because he did not agree with Elsa's decision but it tends to be harder to pinpoint someone then when they are moving. Alex felt somewhat tempted to try the meat but then impaled his own hand with the hooks inside of his gloves more powerfully then a graze with a small amount of blood staining his glove. A small reminder of the indecency and impurity... Alex's morals were a bit off compared to everyone else's but they kept him in line.
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Along with what was inside of his room their was strangely an object out of place. It would become visible rather quickly like a crack in a mirror. When a place as sacred as your bedroom is violated in the littlest ways it tends to cause an overreaction of a sort. In the room, lying on his bed for whatever reason, was what appeared to be a mirror. Except it did not appear to be like a modern mirror. It flowed almost as if the glass was water moving inside of a container. But the water was black. The closest thing in resemblance being an obsidian mirror. But even then the beauty of this was far superior. But still out of place. It was about a 2 feet tall with a foot log width. The outside adorned with what appeared to be incredibly black wood carved to give the mirror a less rectangular appearance adding more curves and twists. It was on his bed facing the opposite side of the room with the bed to its back and being supported by its shorter one foot bottom. It was rather majestic. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,602 | 115 | 68 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa nods and tossed the meat to the tiger who ate it, chewing and swallowing in little time. "Alright then let's go toward the smoke. And please do not do anything stupid like still fight if the trouble is big. It is not cowardice to make sure you live. It has certainly saved my skin the many times I've had to run." She said as she went forward, her long gait closing the distance between them and the smell of the smoke closer. She had no sense of pride. Just survival instincts that have led her to living this long in this dangerous forest. Once more she made very little sound as she moved not really putting much thought into where she placed her feet. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,603 | 115 | 69 | 563 | 531 | ...
Alex couldn't do that. His pride was too large. He did not display much arrogance in many other aspects then fighting. Rather die then run. "... Of course." Alex looked like he was lying all the time with his strange clothing an appearance and the fact he always tapped his foot or shook a bit. But then he realized she asked him to sorta try and stay alive. He wasn't sure if it was for concern that see may need some assistance fighting or just because she didn't want him to die. Alex went for the one that made him feel like he had some form of purpose in this mysterious world. Alex reconsidered a few things. Choosing to wait and see the enemy.
Alex began to follow leaping and climbing a tree then trait by moving tree to tree.
A few of the creatures appeared trampled on the ground. Emitting a terrible stench. Alex ignored said smell and continued. Eventually a small village became visible, burning. The small black huts collapsing and becoming ash. People running around in the chaos, looking for family members or trying to escape alive. Many of which burnt, singed, and a few burning alive. The fire already spread across the village and smoke filled the air. Multiple beasts eating at the dead bodies. Especially the Helldwellers. One actually human appeared calm. In all the smoke not much could be seen of the person. But why would they react with such calmness? | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,604 | 115 | 70 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa became a bit worried for the two she called parents looking as the villagers scattered and ran this way and that trying to escape even those burning. She saw that there was one person who seemed too calm in the crowd becoming instantly suspicious of that person taking the bow in her hand wanting a weapon in her hands biting her lip. She wasn't too sure what to do. She wanted to attack the person responsible for this mess but her instincts said for her to wait for a few more seconds. For what she wasn't sure but trusted her instincts. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,605 | 115 | 71 | 563 | 531 | The creatures were no longer in an orderly fashion but basking in the chaos. Alex turned couldn't see Elsa in all the smoke. Either she moved or the smoke thickened. Or both. Alex couldn't do much for the burning villagers. The spikes had taken much out of him. But that wasn't the real problem. He could not think in all the smoke. And he was somewhat worried since he could not find Elsa. Alex just used his gloves to take out the creatures that would happen to pass by. He would no try to escort the villagers. Why? Because majority of them were on fire or dead. Plus he did not know any of them who is to say they wouldn't think about him as an enemy? What if this happened for a reason?
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Within the smoke what appeared to bea calm person had became more visible as smoke in the area cleared a bit. The man was no ordinary man if he was even a person. It had worn beaten up rags for shoes. It sported what were probably supposed to light blue shorts but had been beaten up and covered in dirt and grime. They went past its kneecaps to around the middle of its shin. It had wore casual villager clothin of a brown best and cream colored shirt. It had appeared to be human in these aspects. Having a muscular build and talk stature. What had clearly not made it human was its head. Instead of a face it had been replaced by a black human skull. A strangely clean skull. No meat on it. Attached by a neck packing flesh in some areas. In its hands a blade. A black obsidian handle with a double edged silver blade. In its other hand a torch. It used both to kill a few of the remainder of the villagers.
•••
Alex had been in a small house that had not burned down. Looting. It may seem wrong, but the village should not be forgotten. He was planning for the future already believing the village was doomed.
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The humanoid had found a villager still alive only singed slightly and had placed a blade to his throat. Asking about an artifact of a sort. The villager pushed up against a fallen black tree. Strangely, majority of the sorry around was untouched. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,606 | 115 | 72 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa during the time the smoke gathered around saw a bit of the man beyond it her eyes widening a bit in fear. This was an abnormal thing. She placed the bow carefully on her back.
"No matter what, stay. Away. From. That. Thing." Elsa told her tiger companion looking around trying to find the house her parents were in making a birds song with her hands that she used when calling out to her parents. If they were somewhere near...they would answer. If there was a way to know of Elsa's temper like an alarm, it'd be blazing hot right now and blaring alarms. Or if she had the ability like Amber had had of controlling flames, they'd be shooting out of her mouth to show just how angry she was getting. But the rule of not messing with whatever that was applied to her too and the tiger knew it. She also looked around for Alex coughing as some smoke entered her lungs and froze going to the floor and to a house that hadn't crumpled and was completely destroyed staying still, not even daring to breathe. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,607 | 115 | 73 | 563 | 531 | In a few last glances, the villager screamed as the black-skulled thing sliced the person throat. Clearly more intelligent then he ither creatures. Fightig with skill and knowledge rather than rage or raw power. It had more male features. He wiped his blade on his trousers and then continued to slay surviving villagers. He would get to Elsa eventually
•••
Alex was probably the most calm person in this situation. Fire poses little threat to him along with many other things, well at least in his mind. The smoke not posing much danger with him being capable of making incited incredibly crappy but usable oxygen in his lungs. It took away energy, him passing out would be his biggest problem with such over use of his power. Supporting his body through artificial things created by him, who has almost no knowledge on elements with biology being his best subject. He just kept throwing objects behind him until he found a coin. Around an inch wide and circular. Made of what was probably not but resembled gold. He put it in his pocket.
Alex turned and saw Elsa. "... Elsa... Find anything?" He was referring to loot, people, and the leader of the beasts. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,608 | 115 | 74 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Shh! Elsa hissed looking around making sure that whatever that was, wasn't around and sighs softly looking around the small area of house she was hiding behind moving a beam when something caught in the sun, shining a bit. She took out a small black piece of something. It seemed like glass, but nothing she's ever seen before. "I did see who was commanding these things. And I do not think it's wise to attack him." She said as she hit the wall, it crumbling under her force of the hit needing to take her anger out on something rubbing her eyes as tears fell with the hand not currently holding onto whatever it was she had. "He was frightening in visage. We should get out of here. NOW!" She said on the verge of running herself caught between worrying for Alex and wanting to get out of here. She had a very very bad feeling and she didn't want to stick around to know if it would come to pass or not. "I'll worry about what to do once we're as far away from here as possible. And even then I don't think I'll be sleeping at all tonight." She said shivering a bit at the fear she still felt. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,609 | 115 | 75 | 563 | 531 | Alex didnt really the reason why she was so cautious telling him to be quiet. Alex did shut up though. At mention of the leader he then proceeded to dust off his coat and adjust his hat, pulling his gloves downward on his wrist. When she punched the wall he simply expected such behavior. When she had cried he felt a bit awkward and in a way feared having to deal with such things. He did not understand the concept of crying. Emotions are understandable majority of the time but he never felt the need to cry in any situation ever. He did not understand it but it clearly wasnt a pleasant kind of experience.He didnt exactly know how to comfort her but he did the first thing that came to mind.
"... Whatever it is I'm going to materialize the image of being hanged, drawn, and quartered as something desirable." Threatening to torture the problem. He did not see his "frightening" appearance but he was confident in his belief that appearances did not mean much. "... We should not leave until the thing that caused this dies..." Alex was actually thinking more about Elsa's tears then the death of the many villagers. "... Do not worry...." He awkwardly placed a hand on her arm trying to calm her. Alex says with a smirk as he proceeded to try and walk outside of the house. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,610 | 115 | 76 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa grabbed Alex's arm getting him to stop and look at her. "Don't. Please. I don't know what that thing is. And I highly doubt it can be killed." She wasn't used to crying herself. She hadn't had much reason to do it, beyond as a kid when she got really hurt. But even then, she hasn't cried much. She gave him a small smile barely there beyond her fear of whatever the heck that thing had been, thankful for his small show of comfort. He must have been as uneasy in giving it as she was still unused to getting it. "You might not have seen this thing, but I promise, there is something extremely unnatural about it. I don't know its strengths and that worries me. Not to mention I never in my entire existence saw that thing before in my travels in the forest. So can we please get out of here? I have a terrible feeling in my gut, and I always listen to my instincts as they never led me wrong." She pleads, only once having to plead for something before this in her life. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,611 | 115 | 77 | 563 | 531 | Alex automatically turned when grabbed. Alex did not fear much and something that cannot be killed is not one of his fears. The idea of leaving made him feel weak. Pride aside it would probably be best to run. Not for his sake but because Elsa wanted him to.
"... Lets go than... But how will we leave without being seen?" Alex asks.
The smoke in the air began to lessen. Things could be seen more clearly and breathing would be slightly easier. Also it would be easier to be seen. Alex still wanted to kill the beast. Killing it will be an even greater feat when it is unable to be killed. But he would put her wishes before his. That's too bad, only little minions were slain today.
Alex was hunk in of multiple things. The childish idea or even a joke of trying to dig downward and leave underground came to mind. Suicide, Running, Teleporting, and etc. Most of which were out of reach way to get out of there. He would leave he decision up to Elsa trusting her judgement. But attempting to run seemed best to him. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,612 | 115 | 78 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Well a few moments ago I heard screaming which means it could be looking for survivors. It will take five minutes for it to get back here, let's get to the bit of forest. At least there, we can hide in holes or caves as long as the inhabitants do not mind. Elsa said sighing in relief. He had agreed her way of doing this was best. Even when they both knew that he detested doing so. She took the lead knowing this place well, and also knowing a short cut out of there. She went behind the particular house they were in. "Be prepared to run." She said and went to the beginnings of the forest her senses on the look out for any and everything. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,613 | 115 | 79 | 563 | 531 | Alex nodded. Hiding in a hole or cave wouldn't be unpleasant but bearable. He had given up before even seeing his adversary. Coward. Alex followed around the home moving behind then following Elsa, running gradually faster and then jumping into a tree. He wanted to ask her what t looked like but felt it may be too soon.
In the forest around them the trees were dark with beautifully matching dark violet leaves. Some of them reaching around 30 feet tall but majority less then 20 feet. A few caves were in the area. Most of which made from stone with a cold interior. The trees could be slept in. The holes were mainly incredibly small and for small animals. No other villages were close but the ocean was a mile or two away.
Alex felt the coin in his pocket for a second as he jumped from tree to tree. Least they won't be forgotten entirely. Unless he tries to buy something... Focusing again he continued waiting for Elsa to locate a habitable temporary resting place. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,614 | 115 | 80 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa and the tiger began to run through the forest, Elsa checking once in a while to make sure that Alex was following and then once she felt they were far enough, which happened to be a half-hours run, she stopped motioning him to come down as she found a cave having inspected it to see that nothing had lived here for at least a week which suggested that the family of wolves got bigger. "This should suffice. I am unsure if a cooked meal will be a good idea or not but I can always prepare something cold. Like a 'salad' that I heard about." She said uncertainty showing on her features. She had no idea what to do now and was confused on their next steps in what they were to do. She still had that gut feeling saying they weren't safe. And probably wouldn't be for a long while yet, so knew she would not get any sleep that night too anxious for it.
"Protect Alex for the time I am away. I will not be very long." She promised the tiger as she got out and searched for edible vegetables in the forest her eyes also searching for trouble. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,615 | 115 | 81 | 563 | 531 | Alex came down when Elsa motioned for him too. Alex walked into the cave that Elsa found. When she mentioned a salad not really knowing what it is probaby Alex chuckled a bit in his mind. Alex just picked a corner of the cave. It wasn't all that small. Around 15 feet in depth and 10 feet wide. The entrance much smaller not how if the size of the cave inside. Alex proceeded to twiddle his thumbs when Elsa left and create random things that came to mind. Alex did not feel all that safe here.
. What if the beasts continued there ravaging? You left Elsa go alone you dumbass... It'll be fine probably...
•••
The forest was filled with plenty of vegetation. Some edible some not. Easily identifiable with majority of it on the trees and ground. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,616 | 115 | 82 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa went around the forest finding some edible vegetables as well as some spices she could use for a dressing on them and looked around making sure that there had been no one that had followed them there for a moment checking the wild life and listening to the conversations. So far, there were no skeleton strangers, which was good news, but she wasn't going to let down her guard so easily. She walked back to the cave and got inside the cave with a small snarl to let her forest brother know she was there and safe sitting by Alex. "I got these things, I thought they'd be good." She said showing him what she had gathered for him. "I hope this will be alright. I never before prepared a meal for a vegetarian before so I ask forgiveness if I got something wrong." She said actually asking for something. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,617 | 115 | 83 | 563 | 531 | You fool. Weak dastardly bastard. Should have gone with her what if something happened? Are you too cowardly to even attempt to protect your allies? Perhaps this is why you are tolerating the fact you can never go back. You could not help them any longer and you knew how useless you really are. Surrounded by bringers of kindness when you can't pull your fucking head out of your ass. No amount of effort to even try to be of use...
Alex observed the cave enterance and one exit and enterance seemed unsafe. Alex just nodded then replied. "Don't worry about it. Whatever it is I'm sure it'd be great." Alex stood up and walked towards the cave enterance peering outside .He could not fight the for he had not seen back there and still could not care for himself in this forest. Sitting down made him feel smaller.
Your incentive is selfish. To come back to your world where you are not wanted and the deeds you have committed worsened what you tried to better.
Alex had felt tears begin to form but he just blinked them away. "... Elsa what did the being look like?" He asked. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,618 | 115 | 84 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa bit her lip as she looked up at Alex and sighs rubbing her hands. "It was tall, perhaps as tall as you are or even a few inches taller, and had a black skeleton head. I think the proper term is 'grim reaper'? 'Walking dead?' Whichever works. It seemed to be looking for something. Not that I have any idea what. It could have been after anything." She said taking a rock and smashing it hard enough to break, creating a small bowl and put the vegetables in it and mixed water with the ingredients to make a dressing for the meal she was preparing a look of concentration. "Alex? If you are beating yourself up for not coming with me do not. I have lived in these woods all my life and am used to it. I had also needed to make sure that it wasn't here by listening." She said seeming to once again tell what was bothering her companion simply by looking at him. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,619 | 115 | 85 | 563 | 531 | Alex just took in it's description. A black skull? Weird. Alex would have to make sure to cut it off and keep it. Sounds rather rare and possibly could just be used to decorate. Alex would just carry it around in his coat though. Alex looked back when she smashed the rock then looked back to the outside of the cave. Gradually getting dark.
"..." Alex didn't respond and sorta just froze.
Can she know what I'm thinking at any time? Please be no. Mind-readers can invade my privacy. Know everything. Differ my thoughts knowing what is real or not. Capable of telling me what is reality or not. Ignorance exists for a reason.
"... Wouldnt want such a beautiful maiden to be hurt." Alex barely smirked. If she could read his mind he could try and wear a mask to at least try to give the impression he didnt care about certain things he was thinking about, his comrades were important not his own insecurities. His past is something to be kept to himself, the only benefit of a new beginning would not be ruined. Distraction of a sort could help.
Alex eventually turned around.
It was going to be night soon. He was a bit cold but didn't complain. He had seen enough fire for today.
"... We should get some rest..." Alex sorta attempting to ignore his inner self telling him to not waste time and kill the man with a black skull. Alex said that but still stood at the enterance of the cave. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,620 | 115 | 86 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa only smiles letting loose a bit of laughter. "Thank you, I never was complemented before." She then read how frozen he was after her observations and tilts her head. "I cannot read minds. More like moods. And yours is like an open book with bent pages so I know what to look for." She explained biting her lip softly as she handed him his meal. "You say that, but stand at the entrance. I will possibly not sleep this night neither. I still have a faint bad feeling in my gut, and besides that thing might give me nightmares. So please get some sleep. My forest brother is a great warmth provider and a soft surface to lay ones head on if you want somewhere to sleep. He wont mind." She smiles meaningfully at the tiger who just looked like it shrugged and lay down in the cave getting comfortable. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,621 | 115 | 87 | 563 | 531 | Open book... Oh well. Alex grabbed it and looked down at it. It looked good but he still felt strange eating. Someone else could be using these resources when he does not need to. Alex actually picked up a rock and covered it, put it in a coat pocket. He wouldn't need it currently. Could come in handy when starving. Even though he was starving, starving more than now. That thing might give me nightmares.. Alex still couldn't believe he just walked away from there. He won't.
Alex hated sleep. It reminded him of how much he was a slave to human things. Sleep was another thing that overpowered him eventually. It was away out of what he considered reality but ways out are running and running is cowardly. Unless nightmares occurred.
"... I can't let you stay up alone..." Alex says. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,622 | 115 | 88 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa looked at Alex for a while and nods sitting down watching the entrance. "I will not stop you if that is what you wish to do. But if you do find yourself being tired, don't hesitate to tell me. I'd rather one of us have energy tomorrow. And please try the 'salad' out. I never made it before and I'm worried I got something wrong." She asked him politely as she sat there allowing herself to relax a little, taking off the arrows from her back so she could lay back against the cold rock trying to figure out what it was that thing had wanted. It wasn't gold, the village didn't have enough of it. It wasn't valuables for again this was merely a rest stop where very little people stayed long unless moving here for it was a poorer place. She then took out the glass from her pocket looking at it. She could remember seeing it as it had been in that store, just sitting there, not at all important looking. But appearances weren't always what they seemed, she knew that. So what was so important about this thing that, that thing needed it for? | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,623 | 115 | 89 | 563 | 531 | Alex still stood at the entrance of the cave. He wouldnt get tired. He wouldnt allow himself to be even a bit exhausted, he hadn't the task that was set before him. Rest is for those that have achieved their goals. And he wouldnt need energy, just will. Alex somewhat doubted she could get anything wrong even is she tried. Alex just nodded in reply then took the salad out, taking a leaf and placing it in his mouth. Alex didnt care about taste but he had to admit he wanted to pig out and finish the salad but put it back in his coat pocket. "...Its great." Alex stretched and placed his palms on the roof of the cave entrance. His coat feeling a bit heavier.
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Alex didnt intend on sleeping. But he did anyways. Using his powers weakened him quite a bit and Morpheus had overpowered him. Asleep in the fetal position at the entrance of the cave. Snoozing. Dreaming of nothing. He never had dreams. Him being awake and finding something to not have really happened, not being reality, was more common. He breathed lightly and any sophistication of any shape or form was taken away as he slept like a child.
The forest outside was the same but brighter and more quite. No birds chirping or footsteps. The wind must have been stabbed to death because it was completely silent. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,624 | 115 | 90 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa smiles softly glad that he liked what she made. "Thank you." She said having only made things for her parents and so wasn't all that used to people complementing her work beyond them really. She was glad that she had lived here all her life, knowing what was edible and what wasn't certainly saved her butt on more than one occasion.
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Elsa didn't sleep that night, much like she thought she wouldn't listening to the night life of the forest, and when the sun rose, it was like everything just....stopped. The wind, the noises, everything. She grabbed her arrows and placed them on her back grabbing her dagger to feel some sort of weapon in her hands not liking how still the forest got. It always spelled out bad news when it got silent. She wasn't sure what to do. Alex was still sleeping and she didn't want to stir him if it was nothing, but still, having him awake just in case something went south, might be a good idea. "Alex." She said softly in his ear as she softly shook his shoulder. "Please wake up." She asks him just as softly as before. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,625 | 115 | 91 | 563 | 531 | Alex didnt want to awaken and stayed asleep until his shoulder was shook. Alex slowly awakened squinting. He had a chance of avoiding the pains of life, now taken away. Whatever coma like state he had was gone now and he had to deal with real life. Oh well. Their were much worse ways of being woken up. He placed his hands on the ground and forced himself to stand up. He realized he fell asleep. Idiot. Stupid. Pathetic. He couldnt manage to stay awake. Humans are so ridiculous.
Alex noticed that the forest was quite.
"Morning." He didnt say very pleasantly. Mornings were the worst part of the day to him. Alex peered outside the cave. The silence was welcomed by Alex. He had always had problems with noise and it seemed peaceful. "...We should probably see what is making it so quite." He loved the quietness about what caused it, it was a nirvana of a sort with the lack of noise. But it was unusual. Alex dusted himself off and picked up his hat that had fallen off of his head during sleep. He didnt really wait for anything when he placed a foot outside of the cave. There was not that much visibility but no animals noises were in the area noticeable. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,626 | 115 | 92 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa ran out there placing a hand onto his shoulder hissing, "Are you nuts?! This kind of silence even in the early mornings is unnatural. You don't just go stomping about when its this quiet. I'm sorry I woke you up, but can you please think about your safety first before going headfirst into a situation?" She asked not wanting anything to happen to him. Now that she was alone, Elsa wanted someone to be around for her, and for now, the only human she knew and trusted with her life was Alex, and that wasn't easy to obtain her trust. "And besides there'd be some sort of animal life here, even a squirrel or something but there's absolutely nothing." She said looking at the forest floor. It looked as if nothing had passed by since last night and that wasn't natural. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,627 | 115 | 93 | 563 | 531 | Alex tilted his head a bit. When she asked if he was nuts a very smartass remark of maybeand walking nonetheless popped into his mind. Probably not the best call though.
".... Exactly, we must discover whats causing this...." Alex says, confident he can probably kill anything that he would come across. Alex looked around and the lack of life was strange. Strange, but something out of place would not stop him. ".... Come on we have to find out what happened, if we stay here we'll probably never know." Alex said tapping his foot repeatedly wanting to just find out, Curiosity overwhelming everything else. A peace of a sort had been made that cant be found on earth. He must go look for the cause. "What do you suggest we do?" Alex asks. The forest was all around the cave. They could not stay on the cave forever.
He could become so child like at times. He didnt like be restrained. Especially from discovering knowledge. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,628 | 115 | 94 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa read how excited he was in finding out what was causing this and sighs. "We'll see what's causing this. I don't want anything bad happening to you though. So please be careful." She asked him as she stood up fluidly staring into the mist that covered the forest and strode forward seeming all the world like nothing bothered her, but she was afraid for Alex and herself. If she lost him, she'd really be alone but for her forest brother and since getting a family she didn't ever want to lose it again. She was barely holding back the grief that threatened to take a hold over her and sink her under its waves. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,629 | 115 | 95 | 563 | 531 | Alex dashed. Reflecting a bit on what she said. I don't want anything bad happening to you though. ... This made him care about dying. Alex jumped up into a tree. His obviously preferred form of transportation.
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The forest was rather quite. But the peace was ruined by Alex's thoughts not being interrupted letting his mid wander into places it usually wasn't let into. He purposely made more noise when jumping from tree to tree.
Eventually, a stench filled the air. A familiar smell. The same smell that tainted Alex's coat too long ago. Animal blood and guts. It was disgusting and Alex created a black cloth to cover his nose and mouth holding it in place with one hand. It smelled of death. But no corpses were visible currently. They were somewhere but the large black trees served to hide them and the bodies well. A few squirrels and birds shot by what appeared to be a black arrow tipped with a sharp metal point and a single wide cut or stab wound had became visible in a few. Alex walked over to the corpses still having the cloth over his face.
Baby birds and old alike were killed. Healthy or sick. And not even in a small amount probably the whole forest.
"..." Alex was quiet. But his fists shook a bit as he looked down at the dead animals. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,630 | 115 | 96 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa made sure to be close behind him as she ran looking forward as she did. She had come across the smell, much earlier than Alex had, her heart racing in fear and anger as she pushed herself to go faster. Elsa stopped looking at the dead bodies of the forest life going to each of them searching for any life she could save with her healing abilities going through all of them making sure that they were dead when one caught her attention. A fox that was barely alive. She rushed towards the creature and knelt by its side her hands glowing as she healed the wound. "Hush now, don't move too much. I'm sorry we couldn't make it here earlier. Your wound is healed but you lost a lot of blood. I'm not exactly sure if you'll make it beyond this morning. Please, can you tell me what or who did this? Quickly please." She asked of the fox hoping that it would pull through despite its blood loss. She might kill, but it was only to survive. This was a slaughter and she was starting to get pissed off as well. No one disrespected the lives of the forest without it destroying you. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,631 | 115 | 97 | 563 | 531 | A deer there. A bear here. Any creature of the forest had at least one corpse of its species visible.. The stench would never be forgotten. No amount of force Alex put in the cloth couldn't keep the smell away. No matter how hard he tried, death found its way into the different ways he perceived the situation. Inescapable.
Alex tilted his head and saw Elsa attempting to heal a fox.
Alex leaned over and actually picked up a dead bird. Examined it and than moved it from its past place into a row of birds. It was a silly effort. That would not effect anything but Alex began to slowly place animals that could have perhaps known each other in a row. It comforted him.
Alex looked upward and in a tree a murder of crowd were visible. All lined in a row lined up. Perhaps seeking to eat the carrion.
A few tears ran down his face. He would like to stop the cries but he could not defend the bodies forever. It was just nature but these crows had made Alex even more angered but he still did not truly express much except for the occasional light kick of a tree while placing the bodies in rows.
He walked over to Elsa eventually. "... Elsa..." | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,632 | 115 | 98 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa exploded shooting at the crows her eyes flashing that storm over the sea color but paler as she lost all control of her temper raving about everything that was bothering her. The deaths of the village, of her parents possibly being dead, how she hated that this slaughter happened. Being so close to being grief stricken it wasn't even funny. The fears she had over that unknown entity. The fact that she didn't want to lose her only human friend, Alex. Everything came out in a huge burst as she started slicing anything close by up, even herself, which coincidentally is how she got most of her scars on her body. Sometimes her raving didn't even make sense but she still went on about it for a minute. She then just sank to the floor of the forest looking a bit lost. Although she lost her temper she also let loose everything she was bottling up and it took a bit out of her, the wounds that she herself on herself healed over as she just sat there, not sure what she was supposed to do and she hated that. Feeling so out of control. She swore it was a mixture of whatever she was with her being raised in the wild. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,633 | 115 | 99 | 563 | 531 | Alex just stood and watched. His hat slanted in a way that shade captured his face. He watched as the crows actually flew off incredibly quickly screeching. Alex could see the anger in her eyes during her release of emotion. Alex stood generally close by and had taken a few cuts, slicing through his already beaten up coat. But he just stood. Not really expressing any emotion. Managing his emotions. His mind being completely different. He may have appeared as insensitive in a way.
..... Such a palatable person. So much rage and vexation. Ire displayed in such a fine manner. I'm somewhat galvanized by Elsa's actions.... Alex feeding off emotions like a dirty leech had created the moment into much more. He just didnt mind the cuts. The emotions and sleep made him feel more rejuvenated.
He watched as she sank to the floor. He slowly approached her and the put a hand on her shoulder. Somewhat wishing he knew of a better way to comfort someone.
His hand was a bit shaky. He was angry as well. But capable of controlling such things. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,634 | 115 | 100 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa looked up at Alex when he placed a hand onto her shoulder and she took a proper look at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like that." She said as she placed her hand over the cuts she made on him them closing up quickly and easily as her forest brother licked her face in sympathy causing her to giggle from the ticklish feel of the sandpaper tongue of the feline. "Thank you. For trying to comfort me." She said to the two that were doing their best to make her feel better, which in turn was actually working. "I appreciate it." She said with a smile standing with Alex's hand still on her shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that. It's often not that explosive but I've been holding onto that anger for a while now." | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,635 | 115 | 101 | 563 | 531 | Alex didnt need an apology. He knew what it was like to hold onto emotions for long periods of time and release them. In fact he had always believed they had always made for the most beautiful effects. It powered him the most.
"You dont need to apologize..." Alex says. He pauses. He didnt want to bring it up so quickly but did so anyway. "We need to kill the bastard that did this."
He says before awkwardly taking his hand off her shoulder. Alex turned a bit looking around. The forest was still quiet. Some kind of savage master hunter of a sort must have done this. Alex did not know a single person from this world but Elsa basically.
Alex did not know much about tracking at all. He wouldnt know what to look for. Luckily or unluckily a howl of agony could be heard, stopping before finishing.
More deaths probably. Alex began to prepare to dash towards it but Elsa wanted him to be careful.... He looked back at Elsa, hopefully she had some kind of plan. Alex just wanted to run and find the bastard that did this. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,636 | 115 | 102 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa heard the sound of a howl of agony not at all having a plan but raced off toward the sound her eyes thinning as she ran thinking of what could be the cause of all this death. Perhaps it was that thing she saw. After all she couldn't be sure it wasn't here after all, and what other explanation was there? She had none and she wanted to get rid of it. So if giving the shard would do it so be it. She wanted it gone forever and to never return. It was rare that she would rush into a situation like that but she wasn't really thinking having just gotten over a particularly violent temper explosion and what not, she tended not to think first but act without the thought to the consequences. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,637 | 115 | 103 | 563 | 531 | Alex seeing Elsa run, followed. Elsa usually thought things out more than he did and he was a bit surprised she decided to just run in there. Alex ran, feeling the crackling of a few leaves each step, he did not believe running in was the right call. At least trying to sneak up would give some kind of edge. He had a bad feeling in his gut about this. He could feel the negative bundle of emotions gathered in a single spot. This was somewhat ideal fighting for him but he felt like that couldn't save him. He felt some of his confidence leave him when after many steps over leaves and sticks the source of the howl was located.
•••
A large ring of monsters and beasts had circled around something. Mainly weak imps, infernos and the strange monkey things with wings. The ground at the infernos feet covered in ash. They may have absorbed and released heat now. Around 20 beasts made up the circle.
At the center of the circle their leader stood. He was barefoot. Now Nearly black pants with spots of blue here and there. His normal villager clothing seemed a lot more sinister when he wore them. His vest stained with blood. The light shirt underneath beaten up and actually cut up a bit, revealing his incredibly scarred torso from multiple batted. His most prominent feature had made an appearance, A black skull, strangely clean. He was now possessing a bow and arrow. Tallest out of anyone here.
The animal at his feet a bear. Impaled on his blade through the stomach. Laying down on top of it. The sword visible through the top of its body.A dagger in its head. He had removed the dagger placing it in its sheath. Removing his sword from the bear as if it were nothing, he then basked in the applause of his minions. Even though he was not facing them, a small but smooth voice would go through Elsa and Alex's mind.
Greetings... | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,638 | 115 | 104 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa stopped in her tracks as she saw the thing that had frightened her enough to want to run the first time but she straightened up her spine glaring at the thing forgetting about her fear in place for another stronger emotion, anger and hate. Her hands clenched as she stared at the thing not at all certain what to term it. "What do you think you're doing? Thoughtless slaughter will not go unpunished." She said sternly wanting to know why. Why would it do this? Why was it here to begin with? | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,639 | 115 | 105 | 563 | 531 | Alex wanted to just jump at it before it would turn around towards them but stood in place. He crouched a bit and widened his stance anticipating an attack. The blades in his gloves coming out. Nothing would allow him to run away now. But the fact it could speak to them mental unnerved Alex a bit
•••
It tilted its skull towards Elsa and turned around completely. His minions also tilting their heads towards the speaker.
It did not move its mouth when it seemed to speak. He seemed to be selectively giving the message to Elsa.
Thoughtless??? No amount of lecturing or questioning will change a thing. But, Elsa- He known her name. He did not need to be told. "Do you not realize the pointlessness of attempting to kill me? Or perhaps its just your insecure boyfriend there that wants to butcher me?
•••
Meanwhile the world around Alex was changing. It almost seemed as if the world was incomplete and dying. The white sky had cracked like glass and the shards had shattered turning into black snow, the trees became white and were being covered in the black snow. But no one was around him. He was alone. Left in the snow. Being covered in the fallen purity of everything. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,640 | 115 | 106 | 1,317 | 1,802 | I don't think it's possible to kill you. For you're already dead. Elsa tilts her head a confused look on her face. "Boyfriend? I do not know this term. He is my friend." She didn't have to ask why he knew her name. This must be the individual with the powers to read and control minds that she had theorized when she had seen that organized bout of monsters yesterday. She had known before that Alex was there, and now he was, yet wasn't. "Why are you here? And what will convince you to go and stay away?" She asked thinking she knew the answer to these questions. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,641 | 115 | 107 | 563 | 531 | Alex was wandering in some kind of imaginary world. He did not know this of course. In what most people would consider reality he was still in his fighting position but was incredibly tense shaking a bit in place.
He was wandering the snow alone. The trees collapsing around him falling threatening to crush him but he kept walking forward not really knowing why.
•••
".... Well yes I did bring together the beasts... I am here because I am like you, a hunter. And I have finished here, all animals in the forest that I care about are dead" He wiped his blade on the bear. " Well knowing you probably won't let me continue ravaging, I don't need to read anyone's mind to know that... If not you then your stupid 'friend'. Can't just allow your parents killer to live aye?" | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,642 | 115 | 108 | 1,317 | 1,802 | I do not find it in myself the need for vengeance. Elsa said shaking her head. Besides I am not sure at all certain you can be killed much like I said. And I'll do my best to convince him as I had yesterday that attacking you isn't wise at all." She said praying for the bear's spirit wanting it to find peace in the after life despite its brutal murder. "What are you hunting for? It would be a good idea to start showing respect to this forest. You might own most of the creatures minds, but there are those without them that will not hesitate to chew on your head." She said clearly serious as she had seen said creature doing it when she was six. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,643 | 115 | 109 | 563 | 531 | It was cold. Alex was usually capable of handling the cold but this was different. It was biting at his flesh. The wind whispering in his ear while clawing at any skin revealed to it. No trees or sky. Only black snow falling from the sky falling onto the ground that was no longer visible. The ground hiding from him. He could have been walking on nothing but snow. The whole world around him white except for the floor. The snow around him turning from black to gray in certain spots as a path began to form.
He had been walking for hours in his mind when only a minute or two has passed in reality, him still standing in place. He followed the black path, wanting to call out for Elsa, but he already knew that he was the only one here. He had not accepted the fact he could be here forever. He kept walking but it was a pointless venture. He fell onto his knees in the snow and placed his hands over his face, peeking through gaps in between his fingers at the dark floor.
This isnt real.... This isnt real.... This isnt real....
_____________
"You were more fun when you were scared." He had revealed he had actually known of her presence at the village, leaving her alive for unknown reasons."... I'm am hunting for life. Simple as that. You fortunately happen to be in the area. Those that cannot survive do not deserve my respect. I dont control the monsters I hunt, only bring them to me. He raises his arm and swings it in the air then points the blade towards Elsa. "Now I will continue to hunt." He said this while going into a fighting position. His blade in one hand, the other holding onto his sheathed dagger. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,644 | 115 | 110 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Don't misunderstand me. I'm frightened out of my skin. Elsa said taking an immediate stance of fighting staring at the thing. "I have no wish to fight you." She said her dagger out not feeling at all comfortable with attacking this way much more comfortable using her bow and arrows. She probably wouldn't last very long, even she could tell she was outclassed. The tiger growls threateningly.
"Leave it be my brother." Elsa said with a small smile to assure him that she'd be fine. Yet she was sure that the both of them knew that this statement would soon be proven wrong. She walked towards Alex's body placing the small black bit of glass inside his pocket for when he came to, not wanting it on her if she died. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,645 | 115 | 111 | 563 | 531 | Alex had been still on his knees on the snow. Like this for what seemed like years. Trying to convince himself it was a dream. A terrible dream. But it was as real as he feared it was. His hands covering his eyes. Occasionally moving them to look at the pitch black floor and white sky. Nothing but a flat plain. No marks covering the black floor.
Alex did not cry much. But he was truly terrified. He had lost whatever reality he had just been in that he was content with. Replaced by a perfect hell. The difference between dark and light incredibly visible. Immoral and moral clear. All of Alex's problems solved. anything he pondered useless and put to rest in this world. Any problem that existed was gone But why did he feel so sad? He began to weep. Black tears stained the gloves covering his face. He felt a slight jolt of the atmosphere. The specks of black covering the ground began to return to the sky while few remained. Things were reversing itself as Alex was too busy crying to notice.
_________
The creature almost grinned it seemed. If it could grin. It put both hands on its sword.
"Stupid tradition but you would give me your name and I mine. We would bury one another and pray to the gods whoever the loser was would make it into paradise. I already know the outcome of this battle as you do. I am not scared to give you my name though, its Narcissus."
He said before quickly swinging his sword horizontally at her body. Gritting his teeth. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,646 | 115 | 112 | 1,317 | 1,802 | My name is Elsa. But you knew that. Elsa said as she quickly rolled out of the way of the sword, going to the opposite way of the thing's swing looking at his sword doing her best to categorize it. She breathed out a bit not at all knowing just how long she could keep this up, her avoiding his attacks since she didn't have a sword of her own, just a dagger that she hated using. She then tried to determine just how strong this Narcissus was, a bit of some old wives tale at the back of her head which she tried to ignore. Tried of course being the main word. Please Alex, get out of that stupor you're in. She asked softly not using words but a birds song. If she could get far enough way, perhaps she could wind up using her bow and arrows causing this hunter to stay where he was. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,647 | 115 | 113 | 563 | 531 | Narcissus brought his blade back and prepared another swing. The pits that took the place of his eyes seemed to be aimed towards Elsa. He knew he was going to win. He always did. He had never lost. Except against himself. He no longer sent mental messages to Elsa. He stepped forward with one pointing toward Elsa and one hand on his sword, trusting it towards Elsa. He was just playing now. He could force her to impale herself on his blade if he wanted to.
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Alex kept weeping. His tears falling off of his face and gloves onto the floor. Staining the now completely white world. The tears slowly materializing to create a person. Himself, but he would not see it. His duplicate had kicked him in the back.
"Hey, Dumbass, get up." He had the same shape as him, he was more like a shadow with his lack of actual features though. Alex slowly got up on his feet.
"... Whats the point?" Alex asked.
"Because Elsa's in some deep shit Sherlock." The shadow replied. Alex didn't like how this guy talked. But it was him. A more sarcastic mean side of him. But it was the part of him he needed now more then any other. Alex looked around him. "How would i get out of here?" Alex asked.
"What is the only way of escape in your mind?" The shadow asked, slightly less sarcastic and serious.
"..." Alex already knew, this was something of his own making set in motion by someone else. He knew what he thought was the only real escape.
He manifested a black knife and stabbed himself repeatedly as he slowly regained consciousness in the real world.
His hand moved a bit and he opened his eyes a bit wider, He examined hi surroundings quickly and realized what the problem was. | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,648 | 115 | 114 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Elsa needed to buy time, any kind of time. "Narcissus answer me this question if you do not mind: how does a hunter become proficient in wielding a sword? I must admit I'm not used to one. So, how about this instead: we have a bit of a competition of whose the best shot. I want to try my hand at defeating you in this." She said quickly not wanting him to swing that blade again, not certain if she'd make it out alive if he did. She was fast on her feet, don't get me wrong, it's just that even she could guess that she had very little time before he grew bored and ended the game he seemed to be playing with her. So if she could buy time even with this, she'd do it. She just hoped that he was as self-centered as she had heard from her parents who heard it from a traveler from a land that no one knew. And that had been when her mother had been a little girl. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,649 | 115 | 115 | 563 | 531 | Alex had seen everything around him. But had trouble. This was fake too. It had to be. But even if it was, he still felt like that doesn't mean he should do nothing. He continued to observe his surroundings trying o find out what to do.
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"When one of your suitors impales himself with one, whatever causes the blood to spill will catch someone's eye." He transmits this to Elsa's mind while tapping the pit that replaced his eyeball with the tip of his sword.
He had multiple male suitors. Poor bastard, Aminias, was the first person killed with the blade. He had grasped his blade with his hands. He seemed to be admiring it for some reason.
It looked like a normal blade. But it seemed as if that is not what he saw.
His jaw creeped open actually and his mouth seemed to have moved slightly but not to the words he said as he continued.
"Is someone feeling confident? I am the best archer to have ever lived." He didn't realize how hypocritical he just sounded. "I accept. You will lose and I will get to kill you, your cat, and your friend deal?" His skull tilted a bit to the side.
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Alex still was having a few issues and still fell on his knees despite Elsa probably needing his help. Face in hands. The illusion created by Narcissus had taken a small toll on him and made him a bit scared... | Username: DarkDissolver
Name/Aliases: Alex Mavros.
Age: 18
Race:Rumor is he is Human with inhuman like capabilities
Appearance: Physical: 5'11. 145pounds. Skeletal looking but somewhat muscular build. Pitch black shaggy hair. Jet black eyes occasionally covered by his hair. Pale skin. Thin lips. Ears covered by hair. Each one of his fingernails on his left hand sharpened to a point.
Clothing: Wears a Obsidian black trench coat. Black fedora. Both stained with slightly darker splotches of black. Beaten up jeans. Black boots.
Bio: Not much is known about Alex's past
Skills/Good attributes: Great weapon improvising skills. Super human strength, speed, and etc. Intelligent. Brutally honest. Always collecting knowledge. Healing. Carries around a pistol. Good aim but limits in range. Asexual.
Skills/Bad attributes: Arrogant. Doesnt bother to wear armor. When I say arrogant i mean very arrogant... When confronted about his past he isnt at his best. Soft spot for children and females. Mainly children. Not mentally stable. Hates many things and will not cooperate with many things or beings to save his life. Dat pride :D Misanthropic
Personality: Dark, Morbid, Sinister. Clever, intelligent, and rather wicked. Depressing. Humorous, Happy around certain people and places.
Ability (Certain abilities allowed...): Can create items/beams/many things out of emotions. Limited to what he knows how to create/ grasps.
Other: Alex is Asexual and has bipolar syndrome. Possible Scrooge syndrome. |
4,650 | 115 | 116 | 1,317 | 1,802 | Leave them out of this Narcissus. This is just between the two of us. Elsa said her eyes turning that storm color as she perceived the threat to those she considered close to her. The tiger was like kin to her and Alex was the closest thing to a friend she ever had. She got her bow and arrows. "So what are the first set of targets?" She asked angry testing the resistance of the string and the weight of the arrows as if never handling them before. | Name: Elsa Voss {Not exactly her real name}
Alias: Hunts woman
Age: possibly early teens or twenties. Isn't exactly sure.
Race: Half Elf half human
Appearance: Appearance
Theme Song: the fighting spirit
Bio: Ever since she was little, Elsa had been around lions and wildlife in general, being raised by and around them, for she never knew her family or parents. She is 5'9", has red hair, and blue/green eyes, and muscles that had come from many years of running through the forest, as well as fighting wildlife and lifting the carcasses of her kills. A life in the wild, Elsa has acquired many scars on her body, but not one is ugly or marring in her elvish beauty. She had to figure out what her abilities were on her own, and at the age of eight, she was caught in a human's trap and brought to their villiage. There she learned spoken language and about the spices that the forest couldn't provide and about her healing powers and noticed that she was magical. She also got a first name while staying there and picked a last name at random seeing that it meant 'fox' and thought it suited her. When she was ten she had gotten a tiger cub as a companion. He has followed her since then and always has her back and is pretty protective of her.
Skills/Good attributes: She is the best with any weapon she picks up, but her skill with the bow and arrow are almost legendary. She doesn't miss a target unless she makes herself miss it. She's also a real good cook having had to learn by trial and error. Once her friend, she will be loyal to you. Not to mention that her magical properties keep on getting stronger the more she learns about them. Is a fast learner. She is also very light on her feet, allowing her to sneak very easily and able to change her attack within moments.
Skills/Bad attributes: She is socially awkward, and so doesn't know when to stop. She's blunt to the point where it's rude, and when angered will attack without thought, and its almost impossible to draw her out of a rage once in it.
Personality: kind, loyal, valiant, blunt, warm hearted, hot tempered
Abilities: Healing, marksmanship, speaking to animals |
4,651 | 116 | 0 | 2,665 | 825 | Everything had happened so fast, it seemed like in a blink of an eye for Lorena. One minute, she was on her home planet with her two sisters, Vanessa and Angelique, and now they were on a different planet. They're what you'd call 'stars', they fell from the sky, much like a shooting star. Lorena was dressed in the traditional white gown she wore on their home planet. Her blonde, almost white, hair hang down her back, violet eyes looked around at her surroundings. She was in a field of some kind, there wasn't hardly any light except from the pale light from the moon overhead, and the millions of other stars decorating the dark ebony sky.
Lorena blinked a few times. She wasn't in pain, she checked herself over for any wounds, but didn't see any, or at least none she could notice. Lorena looked around for sign of her two sisters. "V? Angel?" She called out, her voice soft as she went to stand up. Her feet were bare, they didn't wear shoes on her home planet, just plain white, and for the more upper class Stars, silver.
She walked around helplessly, calling for her sisters again. "V? Angel?" She called out again. She winced as she felt something glide by her foot. Lorena looked down and didn't see anything, maybe just her imagination acting up. She wondered where her sister's were, have they woken up, yet? And Lorena wondered what on Earth happened on her planet. She remembered they were under attack by an enemy, but that's all she remembered. Next thing she knew, she was soaring through the sky and landed on this planet, was it Earth? She heard stories of Earth from her parents, good things, but more bad then anything, and that scared Lorena. She had no self defense, she never needed to learn it, they were always safe from harm. Well, until that day, anyways. | Name:
Lorena
Nickname:
Lora
Age:
Twenty-One
Personality:
Lorena is the more outgoing of her two sisters. She likes to meet new people and gets pretty excited when she does. She likes to make new friends and learn new things, there isn't much this girl wouldn't do. She likes adventure, the adrenaline pumping through her veins at trying and doing something new. Her heart is full of love, she likes to see the good in people, in everybody. She doesn't like to think of someone doing something bad or criminal, she believes people can be changed.
Lorena sometimes gets herself into trouble, getting herself into situations she doesn't belong in, but she's a curious girl and that usually gets the best of her. She is witty and can lighten the mood with her humor and her smile, it's just the type of person she was. She has a gentle air to her and that's what she is, gentle and wouldn't harm a fly.
Additional Information:
She is very close to her sister's and would do anything for them. |
4,652 | 116 | 1 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Starlight. Grant was a city boy by nature so the grandeur of the great outdoors wasn't something he was used to, and that included the sparkling sky; the Milky Way in all its beauty. It was easy to see why writers long dead waxed poetic about it. Sleeping under it especially was powerful, it was primal–
And just a bit pretentious.
His legs ached from the morning hike and no matter how much he enjoyed the scenery and the life-experience of a lad's holiday, the consequences of walking for hours with no relief but a few momentary stops here and there were dire. Then he had to help set up the tents (and his own was in a muddle of ropes and plastic and all-sorts), start a fire, break out the drink from the small cooler they carried with them and somehow sleep before waking up in the morning to pack it all up again. Yeah, it was lovely, but next time he was staying near civilisation.
Grant stretched on the barren rock he was perched on, looking out over alien horizons and the light show in the night sky. "Hey, Raj? Tommy? Better make a wish." He waved a dismissive hand towards the shooting stars which were almost blinding in their intensity, so close to their campsite. Too close. "That's a bit weird," he noted quietly to himself, but he wasn't any expert on physics or astronomy or astrology or whatever it was these days.
They disappeared behind a nearby ridge as he watched them, leaving a chill in the air. | Delaney, Jr.
NicknameN/A, though he typically goes by Delaney.
Age21
Personality Grant is, in a word, idealistic. He believes the best of everyone and everything and intends to make a difference in the world or die trying. Naturally he's unselfish and altruistic and tends to give his last pennies to charity rather than spend them, even if it leads to having to live paycheck to paycheck himself. His world view is more than a little naive, and so is he. The idea that someone could be lying to him doesn't even cross his mind and he's naturally trusting of others, often to his own detriment.
Due to his childhood he's flighty and can't stay in one place for too long as he gets restless easily. Whilst he loves learning and experiencing new things, it's only to a point – he's a jack of all trades, master of none who dabbles in everything until it starts to get tough or he loses interest (or both), after which he flits off to his next project.
Grant tends to be a private person, though he's always polite. He prefers to be alone or in the company of close friends and is fairly quiet if not outright shy in the presence of strangers. He plays his cards close to his chest and it's difficult sometimes to know what he's feeling – especially if it's bad.
Additional Information – English Literature student;
– Vegetarian (who's a bit flexible when under the influence);
– Irish, raised in the UK until 12 before moving to the USA. |
4,653 | 116 | 2 | 2,622 | 3,600 | The young woman blinked open her eyes from where she found herself sitting beneath a tree in what looked like the beginning of a large forest away from civilization; away from her sisters though it didn't bother has as much as it would the other two, since Vanessa had spent most of her life avoiding the family anyway and going off doing whatever she wanted. She could hear her sister calling for her and considering the lack of another name in her frantic search, the other one was looking around as well; despite their worry, it was the perfect time to get away from them for a little while since she'd been trapped in a house with them for three weeks before being flung through the sky toward Earth. Standing, she brushed the dirt and grass from her skin and clothing. She wore a short black dress and knee high boots with fishnet leggings underneath where her soft alabaster skin poked through as the wind lifted her skirt a little higher. Tilting her head to the side she thought she could hear voices not too far away from her and walked toward them until she could hear them as clearly male.
She wandered through the forest, away from her sisters, for a few minutes before suddenly stumbling out of the undergrowth into a clearing with three males in it, sitting around a fire and drinking. One of them had just been looking up at the sky, and she knew he'd been watching them fall from the sky without realizing that it was women falling instead of hard rocks like it normally was. As well, they seemed unaware that they had actually hit Earth. She looked at the three of them, dark hair tumbling down around her bare shoulders and eyes that seemed to shine by the low light of the fire. Shadows cast danced over her body while she looked at the three of them, gauging their reactions to the sudden appearance of a female among them. | Name: Vanessa
Nickname: V
Age: 22
Personality: Vanessa is not like her sisters; she is not sweet or kind, innocent or gentle. She, on the surface is unattainable and sexy, a woman who will not be tamed or captured; she is manipulative and aggressive; stoic and merciless. She has no sweet side that anyone knows about, not even her sisters know such things. She is good at reading people and easily figures out what it is that they want. When angered she will quickly turn to violence to solve her problems. Love is not something she is known to be capable of, or ever have experienced as what she wants has nothing to do with love.
Additional Information
N/A |
4,654 | 117 | 0 | 1,145 | 692 | The first day of Junior year...
Principle Halter, always early to the school, walked the halls.
"Well another school year, another graduating class. I wonder what sort of antics will happen this year?" He said to himself, walking into his office.
Jack Carvers home...
BEEP...BEEP...BE..
Jack woke slamming the alarm clock with the palm of his hand, slowly waking up. He threw his sheets off and swung his feet off his bed, wiping away the sleep from his eyes. He looked at his alarm clock, 7:00am. He got up and walked out his room, grabbing his towel on the way out. He showered, brushed his teeth and dressed himself. White button up shirt, pants, loose tie and blue and white Jacket. He always wore this on the first day of school. He walked to his little sisters room, opened the door to find a still sleeping Georgia, he looked at her clock 7:40am. He walked over and gently nudged her.
"Georgia, time to wake up for school." He whispered, Georgia woke and shot straight up, obvisously excited for her first day ever. She ran off not saying a word. Jack Shrugged then continued downstairs, his dad already sipping on his coffee.
"Good morning Jack, you ready for school?" he asked
"Yeah pretty much just gonna eat some breakfast real quick then head off." Jack replied pulling a bowl, cereal and milk out from their respective places. He sat down and slowly ate, looking at facebook on his phone, his dad placed his cup in the sink, when Georgia came down stairs with messy pigtails, but dressed pretty well.
"Come here Georgia, let me fix those pigtails." Jack said with a slight humorous tone. She sat in front of him and Jack fixed the pigtails with ease.
"Alright kiddos, I'm off see you both tonight. Have fun on your first day Georgia." He said kissing her forehead while carrying her to the door.
"Make sure she gets to and from school safely Jack." He said with a smile pulling his son into a side hug.
"Yeah no worries dad," Jack said smiling, "Come on Georgia." Locking the door behind them.
Cresent High: 8:20am
Jack stepped onto the school grounds for the first time that year. He walked along the newly renovated pathways, lined with different plants and art sculptures from last years graduating students, he looked over to the baseball field, always kept in perfect condition. The office building was refurbished to. He moved to where he and his friends normally sit and noticed more tables in that area, threw his bag onto the table pulled out his phone and waited for the rest of his friends to arrive. | Name: Jack Carver
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra II
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Criminal Justice
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Health and Wellness 101
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Criminal Justice
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Health and Wellness 101
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra II
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Physics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Calculas
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Criminal Justice
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra II
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Health and Wellness 101
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Forensic Science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Jack Carver moved to Cresent peak four years ago, due to his father getting a management position at the mining company in town. He has been at Cresent High since the start of Freshman year. So far Jack has gotten consistent high passes in all his classes, and is the captain of the baseball team. He plans on becoming a detective after school, following in his late mothers footsteps. She died during a case where a shootout happened and she took a bullet to the chest. He was a bit broken after this but it never stopped him from achieving what he wants to do. Jack works at the local bowling alley as a casual employee, but over the school breaks he does work experience at the local police precinct. Jack has a younger sister who is only in her first year at Elementary school.
Personality: When it comes to social events such as hanging with friends and family, Jack seems to always be the happy socialite, participating in anything. While at school Jack has a tendency to disrupt classes with his stupid jokes, but he seems to always hand in things on time and a get a great grade. He is very against those who bully or tease others, and always stands up to for the little guy.
Hobbies:Baseball, Gaming, working, stupid jokes and spending every spare minute with friends. |
4,655 | 117 | 1 | 1,570 | 4,053 | Rɪʟᴇʏ Lʏɴɴ Kʜᴀɴɢ
Late to wake up at her appointed 5:00 AM to start breakfast. It was now reaching 6:00 AM, her father had gone to work and her mother was now waking her. "Riley, you are a disgrace." her mother lectured at the edge of her bed. The young woman had a sweatshirt hanging off her slender body, and her one leg sticking out from beneath a pale grey comforter. A displeased look spread across Riley's face as she looked her mother. If she'd have been less terrified of the woman she'd have told her to get out and never talk to her again- but she was indeed terrified of her mother and decided the best thing to do was oblige. "Yes mom." her tone was bland and nonchalant. "Your first day of eleventh grade is today, I'll leave some money here on your dresser for lunch. Eat something to help with a bright start for your future, okay?" A small smile formed on Riley's face. Her mother really did care for her, and wanted her to do well for herself even if it wasn't in the most loving and supporting way. "Thanks Mom." she said, as she watched her mother leave her room.
Heaving herself out of her bed to reveal herself pant-less, she moved over to the dresser and looked at the money. Counting it. It was enough for lunch and more. She grabbed the money and placed it into her bag that sat on the floor in a heap as she began gathering some clothes for herself to wear before she hopped into the shower and got ready to go. A red jacket and black leggings, with red high tops.
After about a half hour Riley was out the door, and in the bustle of the new and improved school area. She spotted Jack first, his back to her while he sat. She giggled, trying to quiet approach him. Her legs quiet and fast before she threw her hands over his unsuspecting eyes."Guess who?" she asked Jack, her voice quiet and hushed as she leaned into his back. "If you guess right, I owe you a treat and if you guess wrong, you owe ME a treat after school." she asked the boy again, a grin stretched across her face. She knew that he would know it was her, she just wanted to be able to treat her friend with the money she got from her mother this morning. | Name: Cloe Smith
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journilism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra I
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Bussiness Education
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: IT
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journalism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: IT
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Bussiness Education
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Algebra I
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Environmental science
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period:Journalism
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Bussiness Education
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra I
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Environmental Science
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: IT
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Environmental science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Free period
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Cloe just moved to Cresent Peaks during the summer break, she has spent most of her time at home and helping her mother with her new business in town, a convenience store. She has no siblings and her dad is currently fighting in Iraq. Cloe was born in London England and moved to America when she was 14, so she still has an accent. Feeling nervous about her new school she dreds the first day of school...
Personality: Cloe can be very shy and nervous when meeting new people, often avoiding them altogether. She can be a bit of klutz at times when shes around people she likes or finds attractive. Her goal in life is to move to New York City and work for the New York Times as a journalist.
Hobbies: Writing, watching news stories, cute boys |
4,656 | 117 | 2 | 20 | 910 | Carmen Chavana
7:50 AM - Carmen's (Relatively) New Home
The house creaked every now and then as the town started to wake up. Small, yet well decorated and well maintained, the home of the Petersons is one place that Carmen could now call home, now that she had been forced out of New York in the past summer. She didn't like it at all, not that she hated her new home, it's just that she actually had people she cared about back in New York. And now all of that is being torn away from her, and now she's in a new place with people she barely even knows. Well, at the time, she knows them better now, and while she really likes her aunt and uncle as people, Carmen really hated living under the strict rules that her new guardians set for her. Her aunt, Maria, was her mother's sister, the more responsible one. Unlike Carmen's mother, Rosa, Maria was married to a white man named Jack Peterson, and while they were happily married, they didn't have much of a life outside of Crescent Peak. They happily accepted Carmen with open arms, and while they understand her plight and her disobedience, they stuck it out for her sake.
And now today was Carmen's first day at school. She was standing near the front door of the house, and her aunt was making sure that she was ready. Wearing a black polo shirt, white khaki shorts and a red backpack, Carmen couldn't be more embarassed to wear uniform trash like that.
"First day of school, are you excited?" Maria asked with a smile, fixing up Carmen's hair.
Carmen looked completely unamused. "Yeah. I'm fuckin' stoked." Carmen said with the most sarcastic tone known to mankind.
"Hey, what did I tell you about using that kind of language?" Aunt Maria scolded the teenager in front of her.
Carmen sighed and rolled her eyes. "Not in the home... don't disrespect it." She quoted. While she did know that her aunt and uncle were quite well-meaning, and she did love them so, it was incredibly frustrating having to live under all of these restrictions... she did take freedom for granted in New York, until now.
Aunt Maria nodded. "Now that's better. Now go out there and learn something new! Preferably something I don't already know, because... of course your aunt knows everything." Aunt Maria joked, to which Carmen gave a hint of a genuine smile at. "Bye, love you!"
Carmen said nothing, turning around and already heading out the door. She walked out begrudgingly onto the front lawn and towards the side of the house, where she parked her smaller black BMX bike. Putting in her earbuds, she played a song that reminded her a little more of where she used to live. From there, she set off for Cresent High.
8:30 AM - Crescent High
Carmen had already seen all of the sights that the town had to offer. The bowling alley, the shopping center, all of the fast food restaraunts, all in the massive shopping plaza that lined up the center of the town. As she rode her bike through the town, it wouldn't have taken her long to get to the school. Once she arrived, she parked her bike near one of the bike racks, chaining her bike to it. She saw the school... it was quite a large, amazing and great looking school, but it was still school. There were kids all over the place... most of them white. It already told her what kind of place this was going to be for her... it was gonna be an academic hellhole. She's gonna flunk faster than she can say "midterms".
Once she entered the hallways, she was nearly mesmerized by the size and scope of the high school, and how well-built this was. Damn, the citizens of this place must've paid some insane amount of taxes in order to make this place! She looked around, having a little bit of second thoughts. Maybe she shouldn't be so mad that she was gonna go to school... this school just might take care of her. Once she entered the cafeteria, though, her hopes were dashed.
Many of the tables were already taken by students eating breakfast. She looked around for a table to sit at. The majority of the kids here were white... and it really bothered her. The school she used to go to used to be a school that consisted mainly of blacks and hispanics... this one kinda made her feel like the odd one out of the bunch. She looked around for a table that consisted mainly of minorities (because every school must have one), but much to her dismay, many of the minority kids that were in this school were integrated with all of the others. Well shit... Carmen thought to herself, before sitting down at an emptry table near Riley and Jack, chilling out with her music, waiting for the next class to start.
(( , )) | Name: David Copperfield
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
Biography: David grew up in Cresent Peak, with his Mom, dad, 2 little sisters and his little brother. He never seems to get on with his mom but when it comes to his dad they spend a lot of time together either taking photos of the town, fishing or just mucking about at home. When it comes to school David is an average student, average grades in everything except photography, which is always straight A's. David has had to endure a bit of bad luck when their mom's store was closed down due to the lack of bussiness but his dads photo shop always seems to be busy someway or another. David works at his dad's photo shop every few days and offers "professionally shot" photos for cheap around town. David has a family dog named Alpha.(will post picture later)
Personality: David is a bit of an introvert and never really opens up to people, always keeping to himself. But when he is with friends he is a very loving person, he always wants to take pictures of their many adventures around town and out of town, always stating that pictures are a permanent way of remembering their fun together. He is however very impatient, not tolerating lateness always saying "To be late is to lose the moment!" he says alot of lines like these and can become very annoying very quickly. But in all David is a loyal friend and will never betray those he trusts.
Hobbies:
Photography
Touching up his pictures
Being with friends
Likes:
His camera
His dog Alpha
Working at his dads shop
Buying new camera parts
being fashionable |
4,657 | 117 | 3 | 2,093 | 262 | Cloe Smith
Cloe's room 8:00am
Cloe's mum burst into the room yelling
"CLOE GET UP YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!"
Cloe was nowhere to be seen, she was on the bathroom trying to get her hair perfect for the first day. Her long pink hair refused to stay in place.
"I'm in the bathroom, come help me quickly!" she yelled back, her mother entered her bathroom.
"Oh hunny, there is no way i'm sending you to school like that, quick hand me your hair clips, spray and hair ties."
twenty minutes later...
"Done." Her mum said satisfied with her work.
"Thankyou so much mum, what time is it?" Cloe asked
"eight twenty, so get dressed and get a move on, breakfast is served at school so just eat there." Her mum replied, placing two twenty dollar bills on the counter.
"Don't spend all of it, I want change back."
"No worries Mum." Cloe said putting on a loose pink top and and black skinny jeans. She grabbed her bag, pre packed so she wouldn't forget anything, then placed the two twenty dollar bills in her wallet. She ran out the front door yelling back at her mum
"LOVE YOU! SEE YOU THIS ARVO!"
Cresent High, 8:35
She took in the sight of her new school, it looked so modern that she thought she was in the city. She walked along the paths taking in the sights and sounds of the school. She couldn't help but notice a few cute boys around the school, but the most notable one was a blonde haired boy sitting down with a girl with red hair next to him.
"Oh bugger, looks like all the cute ones are taken." she whispered to herself. She sat underneath a tree in the courtyard and took out her journal and started to write down everything she sees. She felt awkward and felt like she was being stared at, the large amount of pink hair on her head was probably not helping. After she wrote an appropriate amount in her journal she put it away and pulled her phone out. Blasting the rock version of Taylor Swifts Blank Space.(If you wanna hear it) | Name: Amelia Rose Thomas
Age: 17
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: Business Education
5th: Italian
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Italian
3rd: Algebra II
4th: Business Education
5th: English
1st: Biology
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: English
5th: Art & Design
1st: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
2nd: Algebra II
3rd: English
4th: Business Education
5th: Math
1st: Italian
2nd: English
3rd: Math
4th: Art & Design
5th: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
Bio: Amelia was born to her teen mother; Maria Olivia Thomas. Through her early childhood her mother was busy working and attending College. They have always had a very close knit relationship. Her mother became a Journalist which meant that they could survive better with a better income. When Amelia was 11 her Mother met her Step-Father Antonio. It was Antonio who encouraged Amelia to study Italian. Antonio was from Italy originally although he had moved away years ago. Amelia has a true interest in fashion and helps her Aunt by working in her Clothing Store. This makes her a fair amount of money too. Amelia recently had her first heart break when her crush broke up with her. Amelia is an only child but she has a Pug puppy called Tia. Amelia hopes to become a fashion designer one day.
Hobbies:
❣Fashion Design
❣ Spending time with her friends
❣ Getting her nails done
❣ Makeup
❣ Learning new hairstyles
❣ Walking Tia
❣ Fashion Design
Likes:
❣ Fashion
❣ The Sun
❣ Sleepovers
❣ Having money
❣ Horror Movies
❣ Tia |
4,658 | 117 | 4 | 1,145 | 692 | Jack Carver
8:40am, Cresent High courtyard
Jack felt hands cover his eyes, totally blocking his vision of the person behind him.
"Guess who?" The girl asked with a hushed tone trying to disguise her voice, "If you guess right, I owe you a treat and if you guess wrong, you owe ME a treat after school."
Jack knew who the voice belonged to, and decided to act all suprised about it.
"Hmmmmm... is it David? Nooo, is it Kevin from Algebra? nooo again... I know its you Riley." He said with a sarcastic tone. He removed her hands from his eyes to find the red haired girl smiling at him.
"Ready for another year? I sure am. I think it's time we made the friend circle a little bigger." He looked around to find a few people who he's never seen before, like a girl sitting under the tree who had a quite large amount of pink hair all tied up, and a girl who looked spanish or at least mexican. They both sat alone, so Jack turned in his seat so that he could go great them properly but before he could he saw the familiar blonde hair of his ex girlfriend Amelia. Jack still had feelings for Amelia, hard to forget and hard to keep control feelings. He still thinks that there may be a chance of them getting back together but not right now at least, he still feels bad about that day during the summer.
FLASHBACK
Jack asked Amelia on a date back in Sophomore year, the two always had a certain connection. They did the usual date things and they were inseperate since. However last summer Jack was having second thoughts, he liked Amelia alot, so much to the point he would say loved her, he still does. But he felt that if they continued dating and something bad was to happen to them, the group might fall apart and they would no longer be friends anymore. Not wanting that to happen he broke it off with Amelia, just wanting to be friends, one of the hardest things Jack had to do in a long time. He did it properly, not over text or on the phone, but he took her out to dinner and explained why he did it. He could tell that she was heartbroken the second he said it. He spent the rest of that week preoccupying himself with work, avoiding her for a long while.
Present
Jack waved at Amelia, calling her over to where they sat. He hoped that there wouldn't be any awkwardness between the two of them. He siked himself up, putting on the happy face that usually occupys him.
"Amelia, hey... Havn't seen you in a while." failing at trying to be cool about it. | Name: Jack Carver
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra II
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Criminal Justice
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Health and Wellness 101
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Criminal Justice
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Health and Wellness 101
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra II
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Physics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Calculas
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Criminal Justice
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra II
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Health and Wellness 101
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Forensic Science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Jack Carver moved to Cresent peak four years ago, due to his father getting a management position at the mining company in town. He has been at Cresent High since the start of Freshman year. So far Jack has gotten consistent high passes in all his classes, and is the captain of the baseball team. He plans on becoming a detective after school, following in his late mothers footsteps. She died during a case where a shootout happened and she took a bullet to the chest. He was a bit broken after this but it never stopped him from achieving what he wants to do. Jack works at the local bowling alley as a casual employee, but over the school breaks he does work experience at the local police precinct. Jack has a younger sister who is only in her first year at Elementary school.
Personality: When it comes to social events such as hanging with friends and family, Jack seems to always be the happy socialite, participating in anything. While at school Jack has a tendency to disrupt classes with his stupid jokes, but he seems to always hand in things on time and a get a great grade. He is very against those who bully or tease others, and always stands up to for the little guy.
Hobbies:Baseball, Gaming, working, stupid jokes and spending every spare minute with friends. |
4,659 | 117 | 5 | 1,570 | 4,053 | Rɪʟᴇʏ Lʏɴɴ Kʜᴀɴɢ
Letting out a laugh as Jack made obvious wrong guesses, Riley gave a shove against his back gently after he removed her hands from across his eyes. "I guess I owe you a treat after school then." she boasted. Nodding to both his question and statement, she agreed. She was ready for this year, they were getting so close to graduation and that new found freedom was something Riley had been seeking after for years. "I wouldn't mind expanding our group a little bit." Riley agreed as arms were wrapped around her tight.
"Amelia!" Riley exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her best friend in return with a friendly hug. She gave her a wide grin stepping back as both Jack and Amelia greeted one another. It had been a little tense in the group since the two of them had broken up. Riley was thankful they had been friends since then, but the air could be cut with a knife. She hoped that feeling could pass over time.
Glancing over at the other girls that sat next to them, Riley decided it was better now than later to introduce them and branch out to find out who would be joining their group of friends this year. She first set her eyes on a Latina woman who she had never seen before, and then her gaze followed to the girl with pink hair blasting music. Not wanting to interrupt the jam session yet, Riley walked the few steps over to the Latina.
"Are you new here?" Riley asked, a soft smile upon her lips as she looked back to Jack and Amelia urging them to come over and introduce themselves as well. Riley never ate breakfast at school so the cafeteria at this time was strictly for talking with friends and waking up. | Name: Cloe Smith
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journilism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra I
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Bussiness Education
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: IT
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journalism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: IT
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Bussiness Education
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Algebra I
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Environmental science
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period:Journalism
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Bussiness Education
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra I
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Environmental Science
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: IT
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Environmental science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Free period
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Cloe just moved to Cresent Peaks during the summer break, she has spent most of her time at home and helping her mother with her new business in town, a convenience store. She has no siblings and her dad is currently fighting in Iraq. Cloe was born in London England and moved to America when she was 14, so she still has an accent. Feeling nervous about her new school she dreds the first day of school...
Personality: Cloe can be very shy and nervous when meeting new people, often avoiding them altogether. She can be a bit of klutz at times when shes around people she likes or finds attractive. Her goal in life is to move to New York City and work for the New York Times as a journalist.
Hobbies: Writing, watching news stories, cute boys |
4,660 | 117 | 6 | 20 | 910 | Carmen Chavana
Carmen was sitting alone, playing around with one of her pens. She was chewing a little bit on the end of it, bored and a little agonized. She stared at all of the other kids in the area... she still felt like the odd one out. Was she going to be mistreated like the others? Ousted because of her race, or her lifestyle? She didn't know, and she really didn't want to find out. She was still quite anxious... she was to begin Environmental Science in the next twenty minutes... and she doesn't even know where the classroom is at. She knows the number, she wrote it down... not like it matters anyway. The teacher will probably let her off the hook for being late.
She was zoned out at the moment, staring off completely into space. The culture shock might just come back for her. Her thoughts were scattered once she heard a voice addressing her, however. She looked up and over to a ruby-haired teen that stood across the table. Hearing her ask if she was new here, Carmen tilted her head slightly. "Yeah, what's it to ya?" She asked, a little under the impression that Riley had hostile intent... and the fact that she was gesturing to the others sort of gave her the impression that Riley was summoning her cronies. What are they gonna do? Are they gonna corner her, provoke her into a fight? Are they gonna destroy her new school supplies? Carmen's heart raced, with flashbacks from her previous experiences from when she went to school in her freshman and sophomore years in Gangland New York.
Carmen grew just a little more apprehensive at the moment, but she was listening.
(( )) | Name: David Copperfield
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
Biography: David grew up in Cresent Peak, with his Mom, dad, 2 little sisters and his little brother. He never seems to get on with his mom but when it comes to his dad they spend a lot of time together either taking photos of the town, fishing or just mucking about at home. When it comes to school David is an average student, average grades in everything except photography, which is always straight A's. David has had to endure a bit of bad luck when their mom's store was closed down due to the lack of bussiness but his dads photo shop always seems to be busy someway or another. David works at his dad's photo shop every few days and offers "professionally shot" photos for cheap around town. David has a family dog named Alpha.(will post picture later)
Personality: David is a bit of an introvert and never really opens up to people, always keeping to himself. But when he is with friends he is a very loving person, he always wants to take pictures of their many adventures around town and out of town, always stating that pictures are a permanent way of remembering their fun together. He is however very impatient, not tolerating lateness always saying "To be late is to lose the moment!" he says alot of lines like these and can become very annoying very quickly. But in all David is a loyal friend and will never betray those he trusts.
Hobbies:
Photography
Touching up his pictures
Being with friends
Likes:
His camera
His dog Alpha
Working at his dads shop
Buying new camera parts
being fashionable |
4,661 | 117 | 7 | 2,093 | 262 | Amelia Rose Thomas
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Amelia smiled and followed Riley. It would be a good distraction to make new friends. Things were difficult trying to get over the relationship with Jack was difficult and even more so when she was back to being just friends. She walked over and stood next to Riley. "Hi there, I'm Amelia. What's your name?" She asked giving the girl a smile. She looked at the girl and couldn't help but notice how nervous the girl looked. It must be nerve wracking being the new kid when everyone else had already formed their own groups. She was lucky never to have experienced that, she had always had Riley. She wanted to make new students feel welcome though as it couldn't be nice to be the new girl. Amelia took a look around checking out the new students and the groups of first year students who were nervously forming around the place. She remembered that all too well. She had been terrified to start school but she had been lucky. She had quickly formed a nice group of friends.
As much as her and Jack were broken up she couldn't help but find herself hoping that a new girl wouldn't get together with him. She would find that really hard to deal with. Amelia couldn't help but keep looking over at Jack. It was clear that he had gotten over her whereas she wasn't even close. She loved him, something which she was finding hard to deal with | Name: Amelia Rose Thomas
Age: 17
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: Business Education
5th: Italian
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Italian
3rd: Algebra II
4th: Business Education
5th: English
1st: Biology
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: English
5th: Art & Design
1st: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
2nd: Algebra II
3rd: English
4th: Business Education
5th: Math
1st: Italian
2nd: English
3rd: Math
4th: Art & Design
5th: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
Bio: Amelia was born to her teen mother; Maria Olivia Thomas. Through her early childhood her mother was busy working and attending College. They have always had a very close knit relationship. Her mother became a Journalist which meant that they could survive better with a better income. When Amelia was 11 her Mother met her Step-Father Antonio. It was Antonio who encouraged Amelia to study Italian. Antonio was from Italy originally although he had moved away years ago. Amelia has a true interest in fashion and helps her Aunt by working in her Clothing Store. This makes her a fair amount of money too. Amelia recently had her first heart break when her crush broke up with her. Amelia is an only child but she has a Pug puppy called Tia. Amelia hopes to become a fashion designer one day.
Hobbies:
❣Fashion Design
❣ Spending time with her friends
❣ Getting her nails done
❣ Makeup
❣ Learning new hairstyles
❣ Walking Tia
❣ Fashion Design
Likes:
❣ Fashion
❣ The Sun
❣ Sleepovers
❣ Having money
❣ Horror Movies
❣ Tia |
4,662 | 117 | 8 | 1,145 | 692 | Jack Carver
Cresent High courtyard
Jack was relieved that the conversation was moved to the new student sitting by herself, it was obvious Amelia was still getting over the breakup, in truth Jack was as well, if he could have it any other way he would of swooped her up in his arms the second he saw her. However he knew this is what was right.
He walked over, monitoring the situation he could tell that the latino girl was on the defensive. He walked up, noticing slight subtle signs of where she might of lived before moving to Cresent Peaks.
"Hey there, I'm Jack, I'm with the student council here at Cresent high, so if you need anything don't be afraid to ask ok?. Sorry about Riley, she's very quick to notice new people around here. I'm guessing you just moved here from..." Jack took a second noticing a very New York vibe from her, his novice detective skills coming in handy,"New York City, am I right?" Jack looked around not helping but noticing David, the only other guy in their little circle wasn't at school yet, he was usually punctual and not at all late. His gaze focused on the girl with pink hair, she to was alone and couldn't help himself but introduce himself to her aswell. Being part of the student council, Jack had to make an example of greeting new comers to the school.
"If you'll excuse me for a second guys," He said to Riley and Amelia, walking to the girl with pink hair."Hey there, I'm Jack, student council member. I noticed you're new and just came to say hi and let you know that if you need anything at all let me know." he said with a friendly smile, holding out his hand to shake the new girls hand. | Name: Jack Carver
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra II
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Criminal Justice
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Health and Wellness 101
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Criminal Justice
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Health and Wellness 101
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra II
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Physics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Calculas
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Criminal Justice
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra II
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Health and Wellness 101
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Forensic Science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Jack Carver moved to Cresent peak four years ago, due to his father getting a management position at the mining company in town. He has been at Cresent High since the start of Freshman year. So far Jack has gotten consistent high passes in all his classes, and is the captain of the baseball team. He plans on becoming a detective after school, following in his late mothers footsteps. She died during a case where a shootout happened and she took a bullet to the chest. He was a bit broken after this but it never stopped him from achieving what he wants to do. Jack works at the local bowling alley as a casual employee, but over the school breaks he does work experience at the local police precinct. Jack has a younger sister who is only in her first year at Elementary school.
Personality: When it comes to social events such as hanging with friends and family, Jack seems to always be the happy socialite, participating in anything. While at school Jack has a tendency to disrupt classes with his stupid jokes, but he seems to always hand in things on time and a get a great grade. He is very against those who bully or tease others, and always stands up to for the little guy.
Hobbies:Baseball, Gaming, working, stupid jokes and spending every spare minute with friends. |
4,663 | 117 | 9 | 1,570 | 4,053 | David Copperfield
The Copperfield Residence, 6:00am
Davids Alarm clock was silence as quickly as David heard it, always being a light sleeper he would wake to the sound of his dads car opening in the garage. He hopped off his bed and quicky readied himself for the first day of school. However things were not working in his favour, his siblings were all awake before him and already lined up at the shower door, reserving their place for next shower. David was baffled at the punctuality of his siblings, but accepted that he was late and instead went to get breakfast downstairs. His parents were already having their morning coffee and toast. David opened the bread cupboard, which was empty.
"Where did all the bread go?" asked David a mild hint of annoyance in his voice
"It got eaten, and the other loaf was stale and a little mouldy so i threw it out." His mother replied, groaning David grabbed a glass of milk and decided to get breakfast at school. He waited until his siblings were done with the shower then had his own, he quickly got dressed in black skinny jeans, a grey button up shirt, his beanie and black and white vans. He grabbed his bag and keys and made for his Mitsubishi Lancer ( he won this car in a photography contest online and has loved it since. But before he hit the door his mother stopped him.
"Keys now." her voice stern, she had a look that made the siblings walk out of the room, David stood firm and replied with a stare equal to that of hers,
"Why? You have your own car, why do you need mine?"
"My battery is flat and we're waiting on the battery guy to come replace it, and i need to drop your siblings off at school."
"Can't they walk?"
"NO THEY CANNOT DAVID, HAND ME THE KEYS NOW BEFORE I GROUND YOU! YOU CAN WALK TO SCHOOL FOR BEING DISOBEDIENT!" she yelled obviously annoyed at her sons defiance. David reluctantly handed over the keys. He opened the front door and slammed it behind him, pissed that he had to run to school to be on time now.
Cresent High, courtyard
David jogged to the school gates, sweating and puffed, he looked at the time and was glad that he made it in time. He walked along the newly renovated school and made his way to the courtyard where his friends usually sit. He looked around and saw that Amelia and Riley were talking to a new Latina girl, and Jack was holding his hand out to a new girl with pink hair. He ran over to Jack and rested on his shoulder.
"Hey Jack... sorry my b*#ch of a mom took my car and refused to take me to school... why aren't you at the table, are you and Amelia on bad terms?" David heard both sides of the story with Jack and Amelia, he was so happy for them both when they both got together, and when he heard Jack broke it off with her he hounded Jack about it saying it was the stupidest thing he's done. He tried helping Amelia win Jack back but to no avail. He could tell that they had feelings still, and is dumbfounded at why they aren't in each others arms at the moment but didn't do anyhting about, because he knew the time would eventually come. He focused on the new girl and introduced himself.
"David Copperfield, i'm friends with Jack." He said before snapping a photo of her.
"Sorry about the random photo but its for the Junior yearbook." he quickly followed up. | Name: Cloe Smith
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journilism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra I
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Bussiness Education
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: IT
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journalism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: IT
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Bussiness Education
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Algebra I
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Environmental science
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period:Journalism
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Bussiness Education
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra I
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Environmental Science
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: IT
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Environmental science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Free period
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Cloe just moved to Cresent Peaks during the summer break, she has spent most of her time at home and helping her mother with her new business in town, a convenience store. She has no siblings and her dad is currently fighting in Iraq. Cloe was born in London England and moved to America when she was 14, so she still has an accent. Feeling nervous about her new school she dreds the first day of school...
Personality: Cloe can be very shy and nervous when meeting new people, often avoiding them altogether. She can be a bit of klutz at times when shes around people she likes or finds attractive. Her goal in life is to move to New York City and work for the New York Times as a journalist.
Hobbies: Writing, watching news stories, cute boys |
4,664 | 117 | 10 | 20 | 910 | Carmen Chavana
Once Riley reacted to Carmen's choice of words like that, her fears of being ganged up on or bullied were all assuaged. Riley's surprise, as well as a little tinge of fear, made it clear to Carmen that Riley had no hostile intent. At that, Carmen chuckled a little. "Relax." She said with a soft smile. "I don't bite. Yet." She joked, her nerves smoothing out.
However, as the other folks showed up to introduce themselves, Carmen felt just a tiny bit overwhelmed. While they were all quite friendly, and while she did appreciate that, it isn't what she was used to. Yep, that's culture shock for ya. Once Amelia came over and introduced herself, as well as Riley presenting her name, Carmen had a small smile that hid her slight nervousness. "Oh, sup? I'm Carmen Chavana... back in my hood they used to call me Little Blade but you girls can call me whatever you like. As long as it isn't bitch or hoodrat, I'm cool with anything." She said with a soft joking grin. Carmen wasn't used to being friendly to strangers, most of the time, she had to keep her hands in her pockets, or clench her fists to be ready for a surprise attack. So when she tries to introduce herself, she may come off in a bit on the... "aggressive" or "tough" side. This friendly small town atmosphere is gonna take a lot for her to adjust to.
It wasn't long before the pretty boy of the school showed up to put everything around him on the spotlight. Once he showed up and introduced himself, Carmen looked from Riley and Amelia to him. "Hm? Oh, uh... yeah, it's no big deal, it's... just that I'm not... used to places... like this." She said, a little shyly to Jack. "And thanks... it's nice to meet you. I'm Carmen." Once he guessed that she was from New York, she raised an eyebrow. "Hm? I didn't think we'd be that easy to spot. Figured white kids couldn't tell us apart from L.A. thugs. Nice catch." She said, clearly a little impressed. Once he left, she turned back to Riley and Amelia.
Once Riley asked if Carmen if she was a Junior, Carmen nodded. "I believe so..." She thought for a moment. Once Riley offered her schedule, Carmen nodded. "Un momento." She then took off her backpack and reached into it, pulling out a totally organized binder with her schedule at the front of it. She pulled out the schedule and placed it on the table. Once Riley handed her schedule, she compared the two together. "Huh... how about that..." She looked at the two. "Looks like we have Spanish together." She said with a soft smile. "I could help you out if you're having trouble... it's my mother tongue." She said with a soft grin, indicating her cheating genius. "Just don't tell the teachers... I'm already having enough trouble with FASFA as it is."
(( , , )) | Name: David Copperfield
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
Biography: David grew up in Cresent Peak, with his Mom, dad, 2 little sisters and his little brother. He never seems to get on with his mom but when it comes to his dad they spend a lot of time together either taking photos of the town, fishing or just mucking about at home. When it comes to school David is an average student, average grades in everything except photography, which is always straight A's. David has had to endure a bit of bad luck when their mom's store was closed down due to the lack of bussiness but his dads photo shop always seems to be busy someway or another. David works at his dad's photo shop every few days and offers "professionally shot" photos for cheap around town. David has a family dog named Alpha.(will post picture later)
Personality: David is a bit of an introvert and never really opens up to people, always keeping to himself. But when he is with friends he is a very loving person, he always wants to take pictures of their many adventures around town and out of town, always stating that pictures are a permanent way of remembering their fun together. He is however very impatient, not tolerating lateness always saying "To be late is to lose the moment!" he says alot of lines like these and can become very annoying very quickly. But in all David is a loyal friend and will never betray those he trusts.
Hobbies:
Photography
Touching up his pictures
Being with friends
Likes:
His camera
His dog Alpha
Working at his dads shop
Buying new camera parts
being fashionable |
4,665 | 117 | 11 | 1,145 | 692 | Jack Carver
Cresent High courtyard
First thing Jack noticed about Cloe was her accent, it had a heavy british affliction, he was a bit intrigued by this new girl. When she said she didn't know how the school system works Jack immediately noticed she was lying, ignoring it he grabbed her timetable, but before he said anything David finally arrived complaining about his mother again. Jack felt sorry for David sometimes but had to keep reminding him that at least he has a mother, but before Jack could say anything David snapped a photo of Cloe, as usual. When Cloe retaliated the way she did Jack let off a slight laugh.
"Sorry about David, he has this whole philosophy about pictures it can get quite annoying at times." David hit jacks arm after he said that calling him an ass. When Cloe asked about her first lesson Jack looked at her timetable, noticing she was in the same English class as him.
"Well, you have journalism first in class... D23, that is over in the english buildings which is that way. Just look for building D and then room 23." He said, pointing in the general direction of the classroom, "Luckily you have English next, that's in the same building room D12, look for me we're in the same english class." he finished with a smile. But before he could continue the announcement bell went off.
Principle Halter
Principle Halters office
The Principle placed his hand on the mic button activating the same chime again. He moved closer to the mic and made his announcement.
"Good morning students of Cresent High, ready for another year i hope? So as usual we need all students to come to hall for a school wide assembly. This includes all new students whether your freshmen, or senior. So if see someone new please make them feel welcome and help them to the assembly hall. Once again students need to come to the hall for assembly. That's all." happy with the announcement he rose from his chair and made his own way to the hall.
Jack Carver
Cresent High courtyard
When Jack heard the announcement he rushed over to his bag and picked it up, waving his friends and the two new girls over.
"Come with us to hall, we'll be more than happy to show you the way, it is on the other side of school but we have plenty of time to get there, so feel free to tell us something about yourselves." he said with a smile, knowing that they could of just followed the massive wave of students heading towards the hall.
"We can sit all sit together as well, to make it more comfortable." | Name: Jack Carver
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra II
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Criminal Justice
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Health and Wellness 101
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Criminal Justice
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Health and Wellness 101
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra II
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Physics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Calculas
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Criminal Justice
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra II
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Health and Wellness 101
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Forensic Science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Jack Carver moved to Cresent peak four years ago, due to his father getting a management position at the mining company in town. He has been at Cresent High since the start of Freshman year. So far Jack has gotten consistent high passes in all his classes, and is the captain of the baseball team. He plans on becoming a detective after school, following in his late mothers footsteps. She died during a case where a shootout happened and she took a bullet to the chest. He was a bit broken after this but it never stopped him from achieving what he wants to do. Jack works at the local bowling alley as a casual employee, but over the school breaks he does work experience at the local police precinct. Jack has a younger sister who is only in her first year at Elementary school.
Personality: When it comes to social events such as hanging with friends and family, Jack seems to always be the happy socialite, participating in anything. While at school Jack has a tendency to disrupt classes with his stupid jokes, but he seems to always hand in things on time and a get a great grade. He is very against those who bully or tease others, and always stands up to for the little guy.
Hobbies:Baseball, Gaming, working, stupid jokes and spending every spare minute with friends. |
4,666 | 117 | 12 | 1,570 | 4,053 | David Copperfield
Courtyard/cafeteria
David was a bit taken back at what Cloe said, at first he was suprised by the british accent, then annoyed at how she said not to disrespect his mother.
"I'll handle my relationships the way i want, thankyou very much." he said with a slight hint of anger, only his friends knew how terribly he got on with his mother, although he believed Riley had a much worse situation, even though it was getting better for her.
"Well i'm going to go take a few pictures to start the day real quick, i'll catch up in a bit." he said walking off.
He looked at the photos on his camera, he was annoyed at the fact that he still only had one photo to start the day so he started taking photos of all the different changes to the school, the new students, the old students, his friends.
He walked over to Riley and Amelia, who were talking to a new student.
"Riley, Amelia smile for the camera!" he yelled at them, he made sure not to include the latina in case she didn't want her picture taken. Amelia smiled almost immediately looking in his direction, Riley on the other hand gave a disapproving frown, she always was annoyed at him for taking so many pictures. He took the picture showing them both afterwards, he looked back at the latina.
"Hi I'm David, I'm with the school yearbook club, I wasn't sure if you wanted your picture taken or not but..." he was interrupted by the school announcement.
"Well, i'll have to get it another time then." he continued, disappointed at the timing of the announcement. He looked at the table where Jack called them all over, asking them all to show the way to the hall with the new students. As they started walking he noticed Amelia standing a fair bit away from Jack, he went over walked over to her and asked,
"Hey, are you ok? I've noticed your distance from Jack." his tone caring and worried. | Name: Cloe Smith
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journilism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra I
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Bussiness Education
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: IT
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journalism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: IT
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Bussiness Education
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Algebra I
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Environmental science
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period:Journalism
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Bussiness Education
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra I
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Environmental Science
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: IT
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Environmental science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Free period
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Cloe just moved to Cresent Peaks during the summer break, she has spent most of her time at home and helping her mother with her new business in town, a convenience store. She has no siblings and her dad is currently fighting in Iraq. Cloe was born in London England and moved to America when she was 14, so she still has an accent. Feeling nervous about her new school she dreds the first day of school...
Personality: Cloe can be very shy and nervous when meeting new people, often avoiding them altogether. She can be a bit of klutz at times when shes around people she likes or finds attractive. Her goal in life is to move to New York City and work for the New York Times as a journalist.
Hobbies: Writing, watching news stories, cute boys |
4,667 | 117 | 13 | 91 | 74 | Cloe Smith
Courtyard/cafeteria
Knowing where Cloe had to go made her feel a bit relaxed, she was hoping some sort of committee or school council would show new students where she was going. When Jack told her that they had the same english class together she giggled a little, hoping that this would be the start of something. When the announcement went off she hoped Jack and David would take her there and was slightly releived when Jack called her over to where he was. She noticed the red haired girl from before as well as the blonde who hugged her. She assumed they were all friends and that the latina was also friends with them. When Jack offered to take them to the hall she smiled and followed them all.
Jack asked to say something about her self so she quietly spoke up to everyone.
"Well, i'm Cloe, i come from England nice to meet you all." Her tone was quite shy around new girls. You could say that Cloe was more interested in having guys as friends than girls, when in primary school she was bullied by all the girls in her grade for having short orange-red hair, she never trusted another girl again except her mother. she grabbed a single lock of her hair and started twirling it in her hand. She stood a good distance from the others and closer to Jack. She felt off and unwelcome as they walked. | Name: Louis(Pronounced Louie) Woodbury
Age:17
Ignore the tattoos, he's thinking about tattoos, but not the ones seen above
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra IIII
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Music Theory
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Therapy
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Marching Band
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Choir
The courts decided it's best for him to keep a steady schedule so his classes are the same day to day.
Biography: Lou wasn't born around here, while he doesn't talk about it he moved here from Florida to live with his dad two months ago because it was found that he was being emotionally, physically, and sexually abused by his mother. He has scars littering his back and thighs, both from himself and from his mother. Lou has some serious mental problems thanks to his mother; anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, and he self harms because of body comfort issues. No one would guess it though, he's so out going and flamboyant that you'd think he's totally "normal". It's his cooping method according to his therapist he sees everyday as his last class. When he lived in Florida his mother expected so highly of him that he took all core classes freshman and sophomore year, he wasn't allowed a band or choir class or anything like it. He's ahead of his classes, he failed one year of math and that cost him is finger nails, that he could technically graduate at the end of this year, but he wants to be as "normal" as possible. Lou hated everything about his life, but still loved his mother. Why wouldn't he? She is his mother after all, right? He made things a little worse for himself because he would sneak out to a friend's house who's dad is a music producer and would learn all sorts of instruments as a slight relief of everything. He would sneak back home and his mother would beat him and send him to bed, but he always made sure to say thank you to her as he bolted up the stairs. Lou's therapist is trying to help him with everything and help him realize he's perfect the way he is and what happened to him isn't normal nor his fault at all. So far that isn't working if he even shows up to his appointment. Lou has a bit of a problem talking about what happened so he'd ditch therapy and write music in the park, so they decided it was best the therapist came to school before his band or choir class so he won't be tempted to cut.
Personality: Lou is super out going and the life of the party during the day, but get him home and he locks himself in his room and doesn't come out until school the next day. He can be a bit sassy and a bit of a smart ass, but it's just part of his charm.((I'm sorry, I'm awful at writing flat out what someone's personality is))
Hobbies: Music, music, music. Oh, did I tell you he loves music? It quite literally has saved his life more than once. He can play most percussion instruments, guitar, bass guitar, sax, trombone, trumpet, and his absolute favorite is the piano or the ukulele that he carries on his shoulder everywhre. He has journals filled with songs and the odd loose piece of paper here. He's never seen without a pen and spiral notebook to jot down music when it comes to mind. |
4,668 | 117 | 14 | 20 | 910 | Carmen Chavana
Carmen smiled just a little at Riley's reply. "Okay, works for me." She said with a soft smile. Once Riley sat down, reclaimed her schedule and commented on them sharing Spanish, Carmen looked to Riley. "Oh... you're not from around here either, huh?" She frowned just a little, feeling a little bad for showing off such an attitude earlier. She knew not to do that with other kids that share struggles, while the hood may be rough on anyone, shared struggles is what keeps homies together. And Carmen knew that best of everyone. Once she was offered Hmong as a language, Carmen looked a little puzzled. "Hmong? Huh... maybe my school was shit, never heard of that." She chuckled a little. "And I do apologize... trust me, I'm not a dumbass, but... forgive my gaps." She requested. Hearing about the benefits of Hmong, she grinned. "Our own little code, huh? Nice. I like that." She said with a smile. "Hey, if I'm ever too rough, just let me know, okay? I could use a hermana like you. En un mar de luchas, tontos como nosotros no pueden nadar solos. In a sea of struggles, fools like us cannot swim alone." She said with a soft smile, patting Riley on the shoulder. Carmen can be a little brilliant and profound if she wanted to, she just needs a proper person and a proper environment to nurture her mind in.
And then some guy with a camera arrived, telling Riley and Amelia to smile for the camera. Once they got their pictures taken, and Riley looking pretty upset about it, Carmen was somewhat grateful that he didn't take hers yet. While she didn't mind pictures too much, she just hated it when it captured her at a terrible time, such as making an awful expression or the flash on the camera making her look ugly as sin. The photographer quickly revealed himself as David, who works with the school yearbook club. Wow, this school is incredibly white. As much as it might annoy her, it could be a nice change of pace, where kids are just about instagram posts and other extraneous activities, instead of peddling drugs and participating in gang violence... both of which Carmen was guilty of in New York. Carmen looked up to David. "Oh... no, it's cool, hermano." Carmen put up her hand in forgiveness. "Gracias... I really appreciate you asking first though. I'm Carmen, by the way."
Carmen listened to the announcement, and was a little confused. "I thought my first per... uh... fuck it." She chuckled, getting up. She looked to Jack as he came to them and the others, who beckoned all of them to follow him. While he briefed them on what's going down, Carmen nodded. "Alright, cool." She looked to Riley, who asked for her to join. "Of course, hermana. I never leave a homie behind." She said with a smile, nudging her a little. Once Chloe joined up with them, with the whole group walking down the hallway, she couldn't help but get that 80's movie vibe from this. It was almost as if they were all the cast of some remake of The Breakfast Club, and that she was the female latina version of the troublemaker that had a freezeframe shot in the credits. She couldn't remember his name for the life of her, though.
Once Chloe introduced herself as they walked down the halls, she listened. "Hm." She chuckled a little to herself. "Wow... looks like I'm not the only new kid on the block." She grinned. "Welcome to the struggle, chica." She mockingly gave a short and soft salute to Chloe. "Me, on the other hand, I'm Carmen, but folks in my hood called me Puñalito, or Little Blade. Came straight from the hoods of NYC, now I live in my aunt and uncle here. Don't worry, I don't bite. Yet." She clacked her teeth jokingly before turning to the kid behind her, who ended up running into David. "Woah man, slow down, you got plenty of time!" She looked to Louis, holding up both of her hands in an attempt to calm him down. She looked to Riley. "Know him?" She asked, quietly gesturing to Louis.
(( , , , , )) | Name: David Copperfield
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
Biography: David grew up in Cresent Peak, with his Mom, dad, 2 little sisters and his little brother. He never seems to get on with his mom but when it comes to his dad they spend a lot of time together either taking photos of the town, fishing or just mucking about at home. When it comes to school David is an average student, average grades in everything except photography, which is always straight A's. David has had to endure a bit of bad luck when their mom's store was closed down due to the lack of bussiness but his dads photo shop always seems to be busy someway or another. David works at his dad's photo shop every few days and offers "professionally shot" photos for cheap around town. David has a family dog named Alpha.(will post picture later)
Personality: David is a bit of an introvert and never really opens up to people, always keeping to himself. But when he is with friends he is a very loving person, he always wants to take pictures of their many adventures around town and out of town, always stating that pictures are a permanent way of remembering their fun together. He is however very impatient, not tolerating lateness always saying "To be late is to lose the moment!" he says alot of lines like these and can become very annoying very quickly. But in all David is a loyal friend and will never betray those he trusts.
Hobbies:
Photography
Touching up his pictures
Being with friends
Likes:
His camera
His dog Alpha
Working at his dads shop
Buying new camera parts
being fashionable |
4,669 | 117 | 15 | 1,145 | 692 | Jack Carver
Just outside the hall
As they walked the two new girls had introduced themselves. Cloe an English girl with not much to say around a lot of people, and Carmen a latina from the NYC hood. 'I have to keep an eye on her i think...' he thought to himself. He looked around noticing people flooding the hall, all trying to get in at the same time, squishing each other when entering the double doors. The group hanged back a bit and waited until the crowd died down. During that time a kid dressed all in black with a few maroon things, was shoved into David, causing his camera to fall. Jack swore time slowed down as he watched sheer horror appear on Davids face as the camera fell, luckily the kid caught the camera. He quickly apologised stating he wanted no trouble but Jack could notice the rage building in Davids face, he grabbed him by the shoulders.
"David, let me handle this ok?" he said his face stern, David could tell he was being serious and backed down. Jack turned to find Carmen holding onto him asking Riley if he was with us.
"No he isn't, but it's alright." Jack interrupted walking over to where the new kid was a small smile on his face.
"Hey there, my name's Jack, i'm with the student council and i haven't seen you here before, your new right? If you need anything don't be afraid to ask." he held out his hand in greeting, holding his small smile. | Name: Jack Carver
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra II
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Criminal Justice
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Health and Wellness 101
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Criminal Justice
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Health and Wellness 101
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra II
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Physics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Calculas
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Criminal Justice
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra II
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Health and Wellness 101
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Forensic Science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Jack Carver moved to Cresent peak four years ago, due to his father getting a management position at the mining company in town. He has been at Cresent High since the start of Freshman year. So far Jack has gotten consistent high passes in all his classes, and is the captain of the baseball team. He plans on becoming a detective after school, following in his late mothers footsteps. She died during a case where a shootout happened and she took a bullet to the chest. He was a bit broken after this but it never stopped him from achieving what he wants to do. Jack works at the local bowling alley as a casual employee, but over the school breaks he does work experience at the local police precinct. Jack has a younger sister who is only in her first year at Elementary school.
Personality: When it comes to social events such as hanging with friends and family, Jack seems to always be the happy socialite, participating in anything. While at school Jack has a tendency to disrupt classes with his stupid jokes, but he seems to always hand in things on time and a get a great grade. He is very against those who bully or tease others, and always stands up to for the little guy.
Hobbies:Baseball, Gaming, working, stupid jokes and spending every spare minute with friends. |
4,670 | 117 | 16 | 1,570 | 4,053 | Rɪʟᴇʏ Lʏɴɴ Kʜᴀɴɢ
"Well, I'm from around here. Just not from around here. If that makes sense." Riley explained to Carmen. Not many knew too much about the Hmong culture, but Riley had no problem explaining it. "The Hmong people are mountain people from a few of the Asian countries. My family is from Thailand specifically, but they can be from China, Laos, and Vietnam." Riley explained shortly. There was a lot more information there to explain but, that small explanation would do for now. "Don't apologize for your gaps, I have them too!" Riley insisted.
"In a sea of struggles, fools like us cannot swim alone." Carmen said, her hand patting Riley's shoulder.
Riley could have wrapped her arms around Carmen and give her a hug right there and then. She decided against it though, knowing that it would be quite awkward. However, the statement really hit home with her. Eventually the group moved towards the assembly, Riley kept a soft smile upon her lips. It was turning out to be a good first day so far. The pink haired girl from earlier eventually introduced herself as Cloe, and where she had come from. Though her heavy accent was a dead giveaway for that. She seemed nice enough, albeit a bit shy. Riley gave a wave, and gave her own name as well as a generic "Welcome to the school!" type statement. Trying to make the girl a little less nervous Riley decided to give her a compliment, "I love your hair by the way. I'd totally dye mine the same color but my mom almost killed me when I did this." she pointed to her unnatural red hair and smirked. She was thankful her mother was more worried about appearances and let the girl keep up the dye job so that the awkward roots stage of hair wouldn't be a issue.
The crowd began funneling into the two doors leading into the assembly hall. People often knocked into one another and sometimes pushing became more than accidents. A boy came fumbling through and knocked David's camera from his hands. Riley let out an audible gasp before the boy caught the camera. She knew if he hadn't David would have been not only pissed off but devastated. Her heart rate regulated as the boy handed it back to David.
"Know him?" Carmen asked.
Riley shook her head and parted her lips before Jack interrupted and answered the question for her. She didn't know him, nor did anyone in their group know him. Which unless you were really good at blending in with the crowd- meant you were new to the school. Making a side comment to Carmen, Riley spoke, "Let's hope if he sits with us he doesn't knock us off the bleachers." she playfully teased, giving the girl a soft nudge. | Name: Cloe Smith
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journilism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra I
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Bussiness Education
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: IT
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journalism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: IT
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Bussiness Education
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Algebra I
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Environmental science
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period:Journalism
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Bussiness Education
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra I
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Environmental Science
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: IT
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Environmental science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Free period
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Cloe just moved to Cresent Peaks during the summer break, she has spent most of her time at home and helping her mother with her new business in town, a convenience store. She has no siblings and her dad is currently fighting in Iraq. Cloe was born in London England and moved to America when she was 14, so she still has an accent. Feeling nervous about her new school she dreds the first day of school...
Personality: Cloe can be very shy and nervous when meeting new people, often avoiding them altogether. She can be a bit of klutz at times when shes around people she likes or finds attractive. Her goal in life is to move to New York City and work for the New York Times as a journalist.
Hobbies: Writing, watching news stories, cute boys |
4,671 | 117 | 17 | 2,093 | 262 | Amelia Rose Thomas
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Amelia watched the pink haired girl try and hit on her boy. She thought in her head that she was better for him than some new kid on the block. She sighed though and walked away from the group. She walked to her locker and tore the pictures down from the locker. A picture of them on the beach, on a family holiday, at Disney and just with friends. She tore them all into tiny pieces before sorting her locker out.
By the time that she had done that she had to head to the welcome back in the hall. She headed down and sat next to Riley. In her mind the pink haired girl was all over Jack and she was finding that terribly hard to deal with. There was too much raw emotions and feelings there. There are also too many memories currently. | Name: Amelia Rose Thomas
Age: 17
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: Business Education
5th: Italian
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Italian
3rd: Algebra II
4th: Business Education
5th: English
1st: Biology
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: English
5th: Art & Design
1st: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
2nd: Algebra II
3rd: English
4th: Business Education
5th: Math
1st: Italian
2nd: English
3rd: Math
4th: Art & Design
5th: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
Bio: Amelia was born to her teen mother; Maria Olivia Thomas. Through her early childhood her mother was busy working and attending College. They have always had a very close knit relationship. Her mother became a Journalist which meant that they could survive better with a better income. When Amelia was 11 her Mother met her Step-Father Antonio. It was Antonio who encouraged Amelia to study Italian. Antonio was from Italy originally although he had moved away years ago. Amelia has a true interest in fashion and helps her Aunt by working in her Clothing Store. This makes her a fair amount of money too. Amelia recently had her first heart break when her crush broke up with her. Amelia is an only child but she has a Pug puppy called Tia. Amelia hopes to become a fashion designer one day.
Hobbies:
❣Fashion Design
❣ Spending time with her friends
❣ Getting her nails done
❣ Makeup
❣ Learning new hairstyles
❣ Walking Tia
❣ Fashion Design
Likes:
❣ Fashion
❣ The Sun
❣ Sleepovers
❣ Having money
❣ Horror Movies
❣ Tia |
4,672 | 117 | 18 | 91 | 74 | Louis Woodbury
Louis was quickly reminded of his mom by the dark haired girl's statement and instantly cringed down and dropped his head.
"N-no, I wasn't in a rush. I was shoved. Again, I apologize," he said not looking up from his feet.
He fixed the straps of his back back as the boy talked to him. He ended up tuning him out and watched as a spider started crawling on his maroon shoe. Lifting his foot gently, he bent down to pick it up and put it on the ground next behind him. After making sure the spider made it safely away from the small group he stood and shook the boy's hand. He didn't catch his name, but he didn't plan on sticking around them to care.
"'M Louis, but you can call me Lou," he muttered, still not making eye contact.
He nervously fixed his hair that was already perfect and sighed to himself. "Mother would kill me if she saw this!" he thought and lightly smacked his leg. Louis fixed his tie and with one last hair fix and he was walking away. He wanted to be as far away from these kids as he could. Part of him wished he was back with his mother to finish up school with his best friend, Harry. Louis' father thought it best if he and Harry didn't talk anymore so as to not remind Lou of his old life. Harry got permanently blocked on all social media and from Lou's phone. His eyes got red rimmed as he thought of his best friend thousand's of miles away. | Name: Louis(Pronounced Louie) Woodbury
Age:17
Ignore the tattoos, he's thinking about tattoos, but not the ones seen above
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra IIII
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Music Theory
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Therapy
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Marching Band
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Choir
The courts decided it's best for him to keep a steady schedule so his classes are the same day to day.
Biography: Lou wasn't born around here, while he doesn't talk about it he moved here from Florida to live with his dad two months ago because it was found that he was being emotionally, physically, and sexually abused by his mother. He has scars littering his back and thighs, both from himself and from his mother. Lou has some serious mental problems thanks to his mother; anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, and he self harms because of body comfort issues. No one would guess it though, he's so out going and flamboyant that you'd think he's totally "normal". It's his cooping method according to his therapist he sees everyday as his last class. When he lived in Florida his mother expected so highly of him that he took all core classes freshman and sophomore year, he wasn't allowed a band or choir class or anything like it. He's ahead of his classes, he failed one year of math and that cost him is finger nails, that he could technically graduate at the end of this year, but he wants to be as "normal" as possible. Lou hated everything about his life, but still loved his mother. Why wouldn't he? She is his mother after all, right? He made things a little worse for himself because he would sneak out to a friend's house who's dad is a music producer and would learn all sorts of instruments as a slight relief of everything. He would sneak back home and his mother would beat him and send him to bed, but he always made sure to say thank you to her as he bolted up the stairs. Lou's therapist is trying to help him with everything and help him realize he's perfect the way he is and what happened to him isn't normal nor his fault at all. So far that isn't working if he even shows up to his appointment. Lou has a bit of a problem talking about what happened so he'd ditch therapy and write music in the park, so they decided it was best the therapist came to school before his band or choir class so he won't be tempted to cut.
Personality: Lou is super out going and the life of the party during the day, but get him home and he locks himself in his room and doesn't come out until school the next day. He can be a bit sassy and a bit of a smart ass, but it's just part of his charm.((I'm sorry, I'm awful at writing flat out what someone's personality is))
Hobbies: Music, music, music. Oh, did I tell you he loves music? It quite literally has saved his life more than once. He can play most percussion instruments, guitar, bass guitar, sax, trombone, trumpet, and his absolute favorite is the piano or the ukulele that he carries on his shoulder everywhre. He has journals filled with songs and the odd loose piece of paper here. He's never seen without a pen and spiral notebook to jot down music when it comes to mind. |
4,673 | 117 | 19 | 20 | 910 | David Copperfield
Near the hall...
David was out of it, all he was doing was slightly listening to the conversation and not focusing on waht was going on around him. Not until someone was shoved into him. He fall or trip but the force was hard enough for David to let go of his camera. David watched in slow motion as the camera fell to the floor, a look of disbelief and horror appeared on Davids face. However relief flooded him as the kid who bumped into him caught the camera, he took the camera back and put an iron grip on his camera. 'That's the last time i forget my Camera strap'. He looked at the new kid and almost started screaming at him when Jack grabbed him and told him to leave it. He did so and decided to do as Jack told, David wasn't one for confrontations.
As kids started flooding the hall, David also walked in. He got slightly lost in the crowd but stuck his head out of the crowd and looked for either the familiar blonde hair of either Jack or Amelia, or the red hair of Riley. He saw Riley first and headed over, finding not only Riley but Amelia and Carmen aswell. He noticed both seats beside Riley were taken so he settled for next to Carmen, hoping Jack would sit next to Amelia. | Name: David Copperfield
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Mathmatics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Photography Class
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Biology
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Gym
Biography: David grew up in Cresent Peak, with his Mom, dad, 2 little sisters and his little brother. He never seems to get on with his mom but when it comes to his dad they spend a lot of time together either taking photos of the town, fishing or just mucking about at home. When it comes to school David is an average student, average grades in everything except photography, which is always straight A's. David has had to endure a bit of bad luck when their mom's store was closed down due to the lack of bussiness but his dads photo shop always seems to be busy someway or another. David works at his dad's photo shop every few days and offers "professionally shot" photos for cheap around town. David has a family dog named Alpha.(will post picture later)
Personality: David is a bit of an introvert and never really opens up to people, always keeping to himself. But when he is with friends he is a very loving person, he always wants to take pictures of their many adventures around town and out of town, always stating that pictures are a permanent way of remembering their fun together. He is however very impatient, not tolerating lateness always saying "To be late is to lose the moment!" he says alot of lines like these and can become very annoying very quickly. But in all David is a loyal friend and will never betray those he trusts.
Hobbies:
Photography
Touching up his pictures
Being with friends
Likes:
His camera
His dog Alpha
Working at his dads shop
Buying new camera parts
being fashionable |
4,674 | 117 | 20 | 1,570 | 4,053 | Rɪʟᴇʏ Lʏɴɴ Kʜᴀɴɢ
Amelia took a seat next to Riley and as the girl looked over she noticed the sad look spread across Amelia's face. Riley placed her hand on Amelia's knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You okay?" she asked in a whisper. She looked over to where Jack and Cloe were, relatively close to one another but Riley didn't feel it was anything too flirtatious. "If this is about Jack..." she started, not knowing what else to say about it. Riley had felt bad about when Jack and Amelia broke up, but when those things happened it usually happened for a reason. Right?
A sigh escaped Riley's lips as she took her hand of Amelia's knee and into her own lap. Surrounded by her best friend and her new friend, Riley felt good about the first day of school. David came and sat next to Carmen and Riley looked over at him. "I didn't get to say hi to you earlier David." Riley said, a smirk across her lips, "I mean I could have if you hadn't had been so busy blinding me with your camera." she teased waiting to see his response. After giving David a hard time, which she often did she peeked over at what Carmen was doing.
"You have a facebook?" Riley asked, an obvious question as she was looking at some of her photos and notifications. "You can add me if you'd like. Riley Khang and my profile picture is me with the peace sign and stuff." she said almost shy about what she had as her profile picture. It was a lot more revealing than what she came to school wearing. Her parents would murder her if they even knew she had a social media site. She was thankful they didn't know much about the internet besides paying the bill for it, and that it was used for school work. Her siblings of course knew about it, and used it at blackmail often when Riley did something they didn't like. | Name: Cloe Smith
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journilism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra I
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Bussiness Education
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: IT
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Journalism
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: IT
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Bussiness Education
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Algebra I
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Environmental science
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period:Journalism
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Bussiness Education
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra I
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Environmental Science
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: IT
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Photography Class
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Environmental science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Free period
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Cloe just moved to Cresent Peaks during the summer break, she has spent most of her time at home and helping her mother with her new business in town, a convenience store. She has no siblings and her dad is currently fighting in Iraq. Cloe was born in London England and moved to America when she was 14, so she still has an accent. Feeling nervous about her new school she dreds the first day of school...
Personality: Cloe can be very shy and nervous when meeting new people, often avoiding them altogether. She can be a bit of klutz at times when shes around people she likes or finds attractive. Her goal in life is to move to New York City and work for the New York Times as a journalist.
Hobbies: Writing, watching news stories, cute boys |
4,675 | 117 | 21 | 2,093 | 262 | Cloe Smith
Hall
As they entered the hall a wave of people came through the door, Cloe wasn't strong enough to move against the crowd so she just moved along with it. After the main wave, Cloe looked around she couldn't find Jack anymore, she felt so lost. she clutched her bag and silently and awkwardly moved around the hall. She heard offers of people asking to sit next to them but they were mostly from her impressions the "Jocks" of the school.
After what felt like eternity she finally saw the blonde haired girl that was hanging around the red haired girl and that David kid with the camera.
"Hey there, ummm," she started off nervously, she had a feeling this girl didn't like the fact that she was flirting with Jack, but in her mind single men are free reign,"Do you mind if i sit here? It's just I lost Jack and i assume he's going to sit here, so is it alright if i sit next you?" she asked her tone very nervous and shy. | Name: Amelia Rose Thomas
Age: 17
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: Business Education
5th: Italian
1st: Art & Design
2nd: Italian
3rd: Algebra II
4th: Business Education
5th: English
1st: Biology
2nd: Gym
3rd: Math
4th: English
5th: Art & Design
1st: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
2nd: Algebra II
3rd: English
4th: Business Education
5th: Math
1st: Italian
2nd: English
3rd: Math
4th: Art & Design
5th: Fashion Design & The Fashion Industry
Bio: Amelia was born to her teen mother; Maria Olivia Thomas. Through her early childhood her mother was busy working and attending College. They have always had a very close knit relationship. Her mother became a Journalist which meant that they could survive better with a better income. When Amelia was 11 her Mother met her Step-Father Antonio. It was Antonio who encouraged Amelia to study Italian. Antonio was from Italy originally although he had moved away years ago. Amelia has a true interest in fashion and helps her Aunt by working in her Clothing Store. This makes her a fair amount of money too. Amelia recently had her first heart break when her crush broke up with her. Amelia is an only child but she has a Pug puppy called Tia. Amelia hopes to become a fashion designer one day.
Hobbies:
❣Fashion Design
❣ Spending time with her friends
❣ Getting her nails done
❣ Makeup
❣ Learning new hairstyles
❣ Walking Tia
❣ Fashion Design
Likes:
❣ Fashion
❣ The Sun
❣ Sleepovers
❣ Having money
❣ Horror Movies
❣ Tia |
4,676 | 117 | 22 | 91 | 74 | Louis Woodbury
He'd walked into the nearest bathroom and looked himself in the mirror.
"You fucking idiot, should be more careful from now on."
He splashed some water on his face and noticed some gray streaks on his face from his face wash. He grabbed some paper towels and wet them before scrubbing down his face to get rid of them. He pulled his gel out of his bag and fixed his hair, it fell down a little when he'd bumped into that kid. He gave himself another once over making sure he looked okay and decided it was time to go in after all the other kids. He still had no idea what this thing was for, but it seemed the entire student body was heading in.
"Now or never," he thought as he pushed open the door and followed the crowd.
Looking around he didn't see an open seat. He held on tight to his back back straps and walked a little further in. He grinned, seeing an open seat. He didn't pay attention to who it was by until after he'd sat down. The guy with the camera. He frowned a little and looked the boy up and down.
"Hey, I wanted to say that I'm sorry again for nearly breaking your camera. What exactly is this?" | Name: Louis(Pronounced Louie) Woodbury
Age:17
Ignore the tattoos, he's thinking about tattoos, but not the ones seen above
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra IIII
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Music Theory
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Therapy
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Marching Band
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Choir
The courts decided it's best for him to keep a steady schedule so his classes are the same day to day.
Biography: Lou wasn't born around here, while he doesn't talk about it he moved here from Florida to live with his dad two months ago because it was found that he was being emotionally, physically, and sexually abused by his mother. He has scars littering his back and thighs, both from himself and from his mother. Lou has some serious mental problems thanks to his mother; anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, and he self harms because of body comfort issues. No one would guess it though, he's so out going and flamboyant that you'd think he's totally "normal". It's his cooping method according to his therapist he sees everyday as his last class. When he lived in Florida his mother expected so highly of him that he took all core classes freshman and sophomore year, he wasn't allowed a band or choir class or anything like it. He's ahead of his classes, he failed one year of math and that cost him is finger nails, that he could technically graduate at the end of this year, but he wants to be as "normal" as possible. Lou hated everything about his life, but still loved his mother. Why wouldn't he? She is his mother after all, right? He made things a little worse for himself because he would sneak out to a friend's house who's dad is a music producer and would learn all sorts of instruments as a slight relief of everything. He would sneak back home and his mother would beat him and send him to bed, but he always made sure to say thank you to her as he bolted up the stairs. Lou's therapist is trying to help him with everything and help him realize he's perfect the way he is and what happened to him isn't normal nor his fault at all. So far that isn't working if he even shows up to his appointment. Lou has a bit of a problem talking about what happened so he'd ditch therapy and write music in the park, so they decided it was best the therapist came to school before his band or choir class so he won't be tempted to cut.
Personality: Lou is super out going and the life of the party during the day, but get him home and he locks himself in his room and doesn't come out until school the next day. He can be a bit sassy and a bit of a smart ass, but it's just part of his charm.((I'm sorry, I'm awful at writing flat out what someone's personality is))
Hobbies: Music, music, music. Oh, did I tell you he loves music? It quite literally has saved his life more than once. He can play most percussion instruments, guitar, bass guitar, sax, trombone, trumpet, and his absolute favorite is the piano or the ukulele that he carries on his shoulder everywhre. He has journals filled with songs and the odd loose piece of paper here. He's never seen without a pen and spiral notebook to jot down music when it comes to mind. |
4,677 | 117 | 23 | 1,145 | 692 | Jack Carver
Hall
Jack looked around, in the chaos of students he was pushed around like a rag doll and was separated from his friends. Eventually the crowd died slightly and he was able to pick out his friends from the crowd due to the unique hair colours. They were sitting next to each other of course but noticed Cloe asking Amelia something but she completely ignored her.
'Amelia ignoring a new girl? Thats not like her at all...' He thought to himself. He walked over and sat next to Amelia and let Cloe sit on his right. He leaned forward and waved at everyone, but before he could say anything the principle walked on stage and gave a somewhat inspirational speech, after he was done everyone clapped, the loud mouth idiots cheered. During the assembly new teachers were introduced, certain clubs were recruiting, even Jack had to get on stage twice, the first to be introduced as one of the student council members, and the next to ask people to join the baseball team. By the time all the announcements were done it was time for second period. Everyone started to exit the hall to get their first lesson of the day started. | Name: Jack Carver
Age:17
Timetable:
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Algebra II
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: English
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Criminal Justice
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Health and Wellness 101
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Criminal Justice
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Health and Wellness 101
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Algebra II
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Forensic science
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: English
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Physics
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Gym
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Calculas
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: English
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Criminal Justice
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Algebra II
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Health and Wellness 101
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
8:50am - 9:50am 1st period: Calculas
9:50am - 10:50am 2nd period: Forensic Science
-Recess - 10:50am to 11:20am
11:20am - 12:20pm 3rd period: Physics
12:20pm - 1:20pm 4th period: Gym
-Lunch- 1:20pm - 2:00pm
2:00pm - 3:00pm 5th period: Spanish
Biography: Jack Carver moved to Cresent peak four years ago, due to his father getting a management position at the mining company in town. He has been at Cresent High since the start of Freshman year. So far Jack has gotten consistent high passes in all his classes, and is the captain of the baseball team. He plans on becoming a detective after school, following in his late mothers footsteps. She died during a case where a shootout happened and she took a bullet to the chest. He was a bit broken after this but it never stopped him from achieving what he wants to do. Jack works at the local bowling alley as a casual employee, but over the school breaks he does work experience at the local police precinct. Jack has a younger sister who is only in her first year at Elementary school.
Personality: When it comes to social events such as hanging with friends and family, Jack seems to always be the happy socialite, participating in anything. While at school Jack has a tendency to disrupt classes with his stupid jokes, but he seems to always hand in things on time and a get a great grade. He is very against those who bully or tease others, and always stands up to for the little guy.
Hobbies:Baseball, Gaming, working, stupid jokes and spending every spare minute with friends. |
4,678 | 118 | 0 | 968 | 6,720 | Christina "Chris" Hollingsworth
All Chris could remember was the last conversation that she had with her dad, discussing the plans for when she arrived at her destination while boarding the plane. Now, as she looked around, she would see the front of the plane was smashed in and ripped in certain places, allowing for a blinding light to shine in her direction. the luggage slung from its' compartments, strewn about the floor. No wait, the roof, Chris was upside down. Checking the seatbelt that was currently holding her in place, she would find that it was jammed.
Mumbling very unladylike words under her breath, Chris would notice a man beside her, blood dripping from what looked like a shallow cut on his head. Giving him a nudge, Chris would get no response, but notice that his skin was just a tad cooler that what it should be. Stretching her arm out just a bit, she would place two of her fingers against his neck, feeling for a pulse. Her palms getting sweaty, she would realize that the man was dead.
Doing her best to keep calm, Chris would look up to find a small luggage bag in the compartment above her. Unfortunately, the belt was around her chest, not her waist, so she did her best to wiggle further up into the seat. The belt barely giving, she would manage to make her body slide up just a tad. Reaching up as far as she could feeling that her arm might come out of the socket if she reached any further, she would manage to get the strap of the bag, wiggle it around and make it fall into her lap- before it fell over her lap and into the foot of un-rising water. Once again, saying un-ladylike words, she would pause for a moment to think while looking herself over for injuries. Poking and prodding here and there, she would find nothing but a bloody nose.
Then the idea came to her. When she was little, her grandfather would carry around a pocket-knife on his person. Not that it was a actual stereotype for elderly men, but it was worth a shot. After all, she needed to do her best to save the people that were in the water. Feeling the pocket closest to her, she would find a small item that fit into the palm of her hand. Mashing a small button on the side of the object, she would find that it was indeed a pocket knife. Starting to slide the knife back and forth against the surface of the belt - the part that was at her waist- she would find herself free after about five minutes. Free falling for a short period of time, she would then find the pocket knife 1 inch from where it would have cut her hand, surrounded in the foot of water. On the bright side, it was cold compared to the heat of the day.
The few people that were in the water, she would use the rest of her force to push out of the liquid, hopefully saving them from drowning. With no other signs of life, she would walk out of the hole in the side of the plane into the bright sun. It was apparent that the plane landed in the water, then slid further onto the shore. Looking around, Chris would find herself surrounded by large trees', greenery and well.... everything green and brown. She could hear birds chirping, though did not see the creatures. Leaning up against the side of the damaged object, she would try to regain her sense of mind. | Christina "Chris" Hollingsworth
Gender: Female
Nationality: British/English
Age:19 years.
Profession/job: Chris had just graduated high-school last year and was preparing herself for college. She was currently working as a intern at a music production place.
Skills (practical): Chris has a wide variety of skills. Some so called "practicals" would be: Cooking, knot/rope-tying, back-packing, general knowledge of survival skills.
Skills (specific): Creating music: Christina is a virtuoso and knows how to play a very large variety of instruments. She also has experience with Blue-prints.
Brief Bio: Christina, preferably Chris, was born to a small family in a small family in Greece where she lived for a full 5 years of her life before her family decided to go back to England. There, she spent her life in her studies, playing the guitar, violin and piano more than any other instrument. At the age of 13, her mother died of cancer, leaving Chris to live with her father. The reason for her being on the plane, actually, was flying to his new worksite. |
4,679 | 118 | 1 | 1,751 | 68 | All Nicholas could remember was the plane going down and then darkness, when he awoke he saw that he had been saved by the most unlikely of things. A small luggage bag probably meant for a child had kept his head from slipping under the water he could feel underneath him as the shock faded, the horrible pain in his head reminded him he was alive but left his mind clouded. He had to feel around just to insure everything was still intact and that's when he found the shallow cut on his chest just next to his heart, it was bleeding but not badly so he could tend to that later he took in his surroundings and that's when he saw that the seats were upside down, which implied that his section of the plane flipped during the crash throwing it upside down. Which gave a bizarre almost surreal feeling of those still in their seats their heads above him, more than likely dead but a few could still be clinging to life he ignored them he needed air, somewhere where he could think and he found it in the hole of the plane. Hesitantly he made his way into the sunlight.
Nicholas stood in the entrance of the the hole torn through the craft and took in everything, the first thing of interest that Nicholas noted was the holes in the wing of the plane implying it had been shot down, the other thing was the distinct lack of people. He expected more people but there wasn't many, and then it hit him all at once through the fog of the headache, through the pain he was feeling. Whoever shot the plane down would be coming for them and spending most of his life around criminals he doubted they would be in a talking mood faced with this much loot they could walk away with so hesitantly he shouted. "Everyone, find cover!" He shouted, it only got a few people looking his direction the other shell shocked survivors pressed on ignoring him so he shouted once more. "Everyone hide, the plane didn't crash by accident whoever did this is coming for us!" Before he hopped out of the hole and went looking for a place to hide. | Name:Nicholas L Shafuer
Gender:Male
Nationality:American
Age:32
Profession/job:Reformed Criminal, currently a general contractor.
Skills (practical):Physically fit, good with his hands, knows how to build things but mostly concrete buildings.
Skills (specific):Great at strategy and planning due to his past, avid reader.
Brief Bio:Nicholas was born into a average life, he had what he needed as a child and nothing more, as he went through school however he did fall in with the wrong crowd. And by his early teens he was robbing convince stores and selling drugs. Into his adult years he was robbing banks and he even made a career out of it. By age 25 he and his associates were number 8 on the FBI most wanted list, but something happen he didn't expect his boozing, and whoring led to a child. And for his child he went straight, leaving behind his life of crime with a nice chunk of change that went to bettering his child's life and his own.
Eventually he started working as a general contractor working with a architect on building a variety of buildings, and making a clean living for his child, eventually he decided to take a vacation and his child stayed with her mother as he left for the airport hoping to return home to them in a couple of days. |
4,680 | 118 | 2 | 1,861 | 1,294 | The thick brush tickled Elro's tattoe drowned arms as he took another calculated step, letting the leaves beneath his boot sink into the soft earth under them, he let his weight rest on his leg and leaned forward. Through the maze of tall trees and winding undergrowth, a lone boar stood by a fresh puddle, sniffling as it drank from the pale water. Pushing aside a stray branch with his hand - a small click exploded with noise and swept over the silence.
Elro froze.
Every muscle in his body tightening, unblinkingly he stared at his prey, at the point he had to strike, the wound he would inflict, the artery he would cut. The boar stared back, seeing only the mass of leaves and the rough bark of the trees, searching for the source of noise. Its hairy ears pointed, moving its head this way and that, it was agitated - it's heartbeat increased. When finally it dropped its head back into the puddle Elro slowly let the breath he had held out, searching the cluttered floor for a stone to throw. His hands rolled over a something hard, picking it up he raised his head and prepared to throw.
The puddle lay on the floor alone, and in the shrubs behind it, the rear of a boar darted between the roots of the trees.
"Shit." He breathed frustratingly.
Pushing off the leg he was resting Elro planted his other in the ground and jumped the moss-covered boulder that stood in his way, the puddles still water fired into the air as he flew over it. Racing through the labyrinth of branches and endless greens and browns, sharp twigs cutting his skin as he ran, he gritted his teeth and pursued his prey. The leaves sunk beneath his feet and the roots reached out to trip him, but he determinedly fought on, his breathing becoming faster and his knees rising higher. As he ran he pulled his dagger from his belt and his spear from his back, and as he reached back for the spear he saw a competitor.
A black wolf ran alongside him, unaware of his existence - diving between the static life of the forest, like him it was chasing a meal. Driving his legs harder, he wasn't going to let it sink its teeth into flesh before he had his chance to, but it was getting ahead. The boar was at least 300m ahead but he was gaining, and it had stopped on the edge of the river, the animals of the island knew better than to pass into crocodile territory - even when they are in danger. Elro was beginning to tire, but he drew closer 200m - 150m - 100m - 50m. Raising his spear onto his shoulder he ran a few steps more and with a twist of his hips and a powerful final step he sent his arm over his head, following the spear tip with his arm as he threw it. Dipping slightly the spear streaked through the branches, cutting leaves apart and narrowly missed the trees themselves.
It struck its target with a soft slicing noise, followed by the thud of a motionless body.
The boar squealed at the dead body of the wolf beside it, a long wooden pole sticking from its chest and its eyes wide open. Taking advantage of the boar’s state of shock Elro closed the slight gap that was left and stabbed into its neck and twisted - it let out a hoarse gasp and then fell limp on his blade.
Pulling his dagger from its corpse he took the cloth from his pocket and covered the wound, wrapping it tight, then threw it over his shoulder. Heaving the spear from his unsuccessful competition, he kicked the wolf into the water and walked back into the forest. After a few steps he heard the thrashing and splashing from the river, but didn't look back.
Reaching the hunting trail a few minutes later - he tied the dead boar to the back of his bike with some weathered rope and straddled the leather seat, kicking the engine into life in one brisk motion, he checked his phone.
'Planes hit the shore, take care of it.'
Wiping the sweat from his brow, he pushed his black helmet onto his head, revved the engine and set off with the slightest of skids in the dirt; Elro shot up the crude trail to get his boys together. | Name:
Thomas Holtz
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
British
Age:
19
Profession/job:
University student, barman.
Skills (practical):
First aid, cooking, hand to hand combat.
Skills (specific):
Thomas hopes to be a doctor, and is currently in university for medicine, he also knows some first aid and is a qualified medic, but has only had to use it once in the real world. He is also not bad at cooking. Also, he is better than the average male at hand to hand combat, but not too good, as he has not been learning for very long.
Brief Bio:
Thomas was born to two Jewish parents, and has been raised as an Orthodox Jew for his whole life. When he was ten, his father is a doctor, and Thomas hopes to follow in his footsteps. As such, he is currently at university studying medicine. This means that he has some knowledge of diseases and first aid. When Thomas was ten, his mother died in a car accident. Since then, he has been cooking most of the food for his family, meaning that he has gotten better at it. He has also had anger issues, and when he was sixteen he started going to the gym to vent his anger, but has only been going regularly for the past three or four months. This has allowed him to get slim, and also to gain some muscle, to combat his young looking face, for him to look mature, even though he is nearly six foot. For thr past month and a half, he has been attending a Krav Maga class, but isn't very good at it yet. |
4,681 | 118 | 3 | 1,264 | 147 | Rachel's eyes slowly opened, a small splash of water hit her face and entered her mouth causing her to gargle and spit the water was salty. "Ugh." She spat her mind was surreal she hadn't yet grasped onto the situation, however the salty water had woken her from her concussed state.
"How.. How.. How how how, wh-.." She was hyperventilating and couldn't speak. Her senses began to return, first she noticed the water was worm but something she lay on was cold and metallic, next she noticed a small stream of blood was trickling down from her head, over her face and droplets were falling from her chin onto her clothing and into the water. Her thoughts changed to her boyfriend, he was with her on the plane but now she lay on a piece of wreckage floating in the water alone. "Eric.. Eric!" She sat up on the metallic sheet it's edges sharp like a coke can ripped in two.
"Please, Eric.. Where are you." She felt tears rolling down her face, the left followed the same blood stream and merged with it. "Help me." She whispered the last out of helplessness, as if praying. She sat still on her make shift raft for ten minutes, the sun had shifted very slightly, but the current was pulling her closer to land and she didn't feel like giving much of her energy to helping it. "All this.. What is all this for?" The sights had overwhelmed her, bodies floated some limbless in the water almost turning it red. | Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days easier.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits. |
4,682 | 118 | 4 | 1,861 | 1,294 | Thomas felt water against his arm. It was cold, and some was on his clothes too. He didn't hear anything, except for the sound of water. Thomas opened his eyes to the bright sun, making him squint his eyes. He looked around without sitting up, and noticed that he was floating in the sea on some luggage. Shit, he thought, the plane really did crash. Thomas felt for his kippah, letting out a sigh of relief when he felt it, although it was slightly damp.
Thomas slid off of the luggage he was on, and grabbed some to help him stay afloat. He looked around. He could see the plane on an island in the distance, and there was a piece of metal not too far away from him. He swam over to it - continuing to use the luggage as a floating aid - and climbed onto it. It was warm, but the water was cooling it, so it was fine to be on. He looked away from the island, and saw that there was a body. He didn't know if they were alive or not, but it was worth a shot.
"Hey!" he called, waving his arms about, "Are you okay!?"
Thomas didn't know if his efforts to contact the person were futile. Even if they were alive, they might not be able to hear him. After a minute or two, Thomas decided to sit down again, and see if he could spot his luggage. | Name:
Thomas Holtz
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
British
Age:
19
Profession/job:
University student, barman.
Skills (practical):
First aid, cooking, hand to hand combat.
Skills (specific):
Thomas hopes to be a doctor, and is currently in university for medicine, he also knows some first aid and is a qualified medic, but has only had to use it once in the real world. He is also not bad at cooking. Also, he is better than the average male at hand to hand combat, but not too good, as he has not been learning for very long.
Brief Bio:
Thomas was born to two Jewish parents, and has been raised as an Orthodox Jew for his whole life. When he was ten, his father is a doctor, and Thomas hopes to follow in his footsteps. As such, he is currently at university studying medicine. This means that he has some knowledge of diseases and first aid. When Thomas was ten, his mother died in a car accident. Since then, he has been cooking most of the food for his family, meaning that he has gotten better at it. He has also had anger issues, and when he was sixteen he started going to the gym to vent his anger, but has only been going regularly for the past three or four months. This has allowed him to get slim, and also to gain some muscle, to combat his young looking face, for him to look mature, even though he is nearly six foot. For thr past month and a half, he has been attending a Krav Maga class, but isn't very good at it yet. |
4,683 | 118 | 5 | 1,264 | 147 | Rachel turned her head slowly towards the sounds of a voice she could see a man floating on another piece of debris much like herself, he was very much alive but he wasn't Eric, so she turned away and stayed sitting silently on the metallic raft. "My bracelet... Where is it?" She whispered and felt her heart begin to race as she spotted that the silver piece of jewelry that Eric's mother had given her was missing from her wrist, she began to search around on top of her sheet of metal for it frantically yet she found nothing, instinctively she decided it must of fallen off into the water and without hesitation she dropped herself in.
The deep dark ocean normally terrifying for someone who wasn't the strongest swimmer, but instead of panic Rachel swam slowly towards the core of darkness, she couldn't be certain that she was actually hunting for the bracelet or was happy that her life should end here. | Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days easier.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits. |
4,684 | 118 | 6 | 1,523 | 3,443 | Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is...
Everything I do, I do it big–
Frankie blocked out the sun with a hand on her forehead, kicking the tire of her hatchback with one distressed baseball boot. It looked intact, but she could never be sure with such a filthy rustbucket that by all accounts should barely have been able to get from A to B – and only if A to B was on proper tarmac. Mud stained the doors, the wipers were pinned into place by grime and the back window had been hit by some sore loser three nights ago.
But damn could the girl accelerate. Worth every dollar, especially when the unofficial rule of the races amounted to, 'If your car's not scrap metal, you're a jackass.' The outside may have been ghastly and some of the mechanical guts, too, but under the hood she was a beast. Keeping the Taylor dream alive, fixing up her own car and turning her into something worth driving – just as her dad would've wanted. Granted, it wasn't the American Dream like the man would have pictured but to Frankie it didn't taste of anything but sweet, sweet freedom.
She popped the bonnet open for some last minute engine checks and promptly dropped into autopilot, listening to the chirping of the tropical birds and the sounds of constantly bristling foliage. Frankie was sure that if she just took a few steps off the beaten track and into the leafy unknown, she'd find some vicious animal or something. That wasn't her jam, but it could have been if she weren't such a chicken. Not that she knew how to shoot one of those nasty compound bows, or the pistols, or any of the other weapons they sold freely and openly to anyone at the village.
It was rad that the option was open to her, though. Freedom. God, she loved the Elobey Isles, for all she'd seen only a small chunk of them. She loved the colours – so different from the mundane States – and the humidity and, in the morning, the smell of–
Smoke?
At first, Frankie stared at the engine as if expecting great plumes of black and grey to erupt out of it, but it was fine, it was all good. Not a bit out of place. She turned her eyes to the sky, scanning the treeline until she found it. It was coming from the South, smoke cursing up into the skies like a big dirty mark.
The race wasn't for another few hours, so she could rightfully check it out. She had time. And it didn't look too far away – just down the path. It was possible to get there in three minutes flat if she pulled out all the stops. Her mind was already made up, wasn't it? Innate curiosity overruling common sense. She closed the hood with a clunk, clambering into the car and turning the radio (and the godawful song) off.
The drive didn't take long. Frankie pulled up a good distance away from the origin of the smoke, dropping the key to the car down her bra for safekeeping and ensuring that as she walked away it was concealed by all the various plant life of the island. She peeked out from behind a tree, and at the sight before her she tugged on her curled hair nervously. "Shit, dude," she said, louder than she had meant to.
Because right in front of her, only a few metres away, was a goddamn plane crash. She took a few steps towards it despite herself. | NameFranklin "Frankie" Taylor
GenderFemale
NationalityAmerican
Age23
Profession/JobStreet Racer – Unemployed
Skills (Practical)Driving – especially at high speeds;
Encyclopedic knowledge of cars and how they work, including theoretical knowledge on how to hotwire them;
Sprinting. Frankie is physically fit as a result, if lacking in endurance.
Skills (Specific)Lying through her teeth to parental figures/the authorities;
Perseverance – if she falls off a bike, she'll pick herself back up. Same goes for anything else in life.
Brief BioBorn in a dinky little town in Idaho to a middle-class family secure in their employment and status in life, Franklin was lucky – if bored out of her skull. She was of average intelligence, nothing special, and expected to work with cars as her father did; however, there was no viable way for him to employ her, though she could help around the shop from age fourteen and up. It was through this that she found the only fun pastime in the middle of nowhere: racing.
Frankie, having been taught to drive at a young age as was practically everyone around her, got into the habit of taking off in the middle of the night, borrowing her dad's nippy little car and tearing it up on the mad, straight roads around town. And? She became fairly damn good at it. Everyone knew everyone and Mr. Taylor fixed the mayor's car more than a few times, so she was let off with only slaps on the wrist when she was caught.
And being grounded. And being kicked out of the house at 22.
Intent on avoiding responsibilities and adult life for as long as possible, Frankie gathered all of her winnings (which was a lot, surprisingly, though to be expected since she was playing with rich boys) and left to go on holiday, and perhaps even find something there. Enlightenment? |
4,685 | 118 | 7 | 1,264 | 147 | As Thomas looked around, he saw that there was a bracelet on the top of some luggage. This could be important to someone, he thought. He jumped into the water, and swam a meter or two over to it, and grabbed it, putting it onto his wrist. As Thomas went back onto the piece of metal, he saw that the person he had seen earlier jump into the water. Or fall. He couldn't tell. He decided to see if they needed help, and jumped into the water, swimming over to them.
As he swam, he noticed that it was hot, and that his shirt was slowing him down. Thomas started to tread water, and pulled his shirt off. It was ripped anyway, serving as little protection from the sun. He pulled it off, revealing his pale, slim torso. He noticed he had some scratches and a couple of bruises, but they didn't bother, so he continued swimming. Thomas hoped that he didn't need to save the person from drowning. | Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days easier.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits. |
4,686 | 118 | 8 | 1,861 | 1,294 | Thomas continued swimming, his breathing becoming heavier. He wasn't used to swimming like this, with the sun on his back, in jeans, and with the waves moving him about. He stopped for a moment, around three quarters of the way to the person. They - who Thomas could now see was a she - had climbed back onto their piece of metal. At least she wasn't drowning, Thomas thought to himself. Thomas continued swimming over towards the woman.
After a couple minutes of swimming, Thomas managed to reach the woman on her metal. She was lying on whatever i was, and Thomas didn't think that she knew he was there. After a minute of catching his breath he spoke, "Hey, you alright?" he asked. | Name:
Thomas Holtz
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
British
Age:
19
Profession/job:
University student, barman.
Skills (practical):
First aid, cooking, hand to hand combat.
Skills (specific):
Thomas hopes to be a doctor, and is currently in university for medicine, he also knows some first aid and is a qualified medic, but has only had to use it once in the real world. He is also not bad at cooking. Also, he is better than the average male at hand to hand combat, but not too good, as he has not been learning for very long.
Brief Bio:
Thomas was born to two Jewish parents, and has been raised as an Orthodox Jew for his whole life. When he was ten, his father is a doctor, and Thomas hopes to follow in his footsteps. As such, he is currently at university studying medicine. This means that he has some knowledge of diseases and first aid. When Thomas was ten, his mother died in a car accident. Since then, he has been cooking most of the food for his family, meaning that he has gotten better at it. He has also had anger issues, and when he was sixteen he started going to the gym to vent his anger, but has only been going regularly for the past three or four months. This has allowed him to get slim, and also to gain some muscle, to combat his young looking face, for him to look mature, even though he is nearly six foot. For thr past month and a half, he has been attending a Krav Maga class, but isn't very good at it yet. |
4,687 | 118 | 9 | 2,351 | 411 | Laura woke up, disoriented and dazed. The environment was strange and unfamiliar to her as her eyes gradually focused on the surroundings. Her ears gradually picked up the sound of water. As she tried to move her body, she realised that half of her body was underwater. Then it all came back to her, the accident. The plane crashing as it plummeted towards the surface. She was lucky to even be alive. Not many others had such luck. It was then that she heard the groaning of the twisted metal wreckage as it groaned, threatening to sink ever so slowly into the water, blocking her path.
She began to panic, before remembering the saying her brother had often used to say. "Only when one is calm, can one overcome adversity." She began to calm down, as her brains worked overtime, figuring a way out of this mess. Her first thought was to submerge herself underwater, taking a look at the situation underwater.
Thankfully, there was a gap between the wreckage submerged underwater. This would where the swimming lessons her father had forced her to learn, would come in handy. Swimming to the gap, she curled herself as small as she could, struggling to fit herself within the gap. Eventually managing to squeeze through the gap, she swam clear of the wreckage, surfacing and taking a deep breath. | Name:
Laura Miller
Gender:
Female
Nationality:
Australian
Age:
20
Profession/Job:
Mechanic
Skills (practical):
Camping and hiking skills, Hunting skills, Fixing stuff
Skills (specific):
She is athletic and fit, with a decent amount of stamina and strength. Isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. Brave and daring.
Brief Bio:
Laura was born in Sydney, Australia to mid-wealth family. They enjoyed the luxuries a family such as one could afford. They neither had too much nor too little. The Miller's family life was simple enough yet satisfactory. Her father and brother, who were both camping and hiking aficionado, eventually got her interested as well. The three of them would often go onto camping and hiking trips together. When her brother graduated from University, he got a lucrative job offer, and left Australia for the United States. Laura was rather close to her brother, and was saddened by his departure. Trying to cheer his only daughter up once more, he booked a vacation for to relax her mind on. |
4,688 | 118 | 10 | 1,264 | 147 | With no options left to her other than to lie on the cold metal and await death. Without warning a man emerged from the water, shirtless in another situation Rachel would have joked about how she had fallen into a dream where she was in an aftershave commercial, instead she jumped out of her skin and fell from the makeshift raft. "Where did you come from?" She asked her heart still pounding fast, now clung onto the side of the metal, her small finger actually being cut by the sharp edge and a small cloud of red formed around it.
He asked if she was okay, what a joke that was. "How could anyone be okay with this situation!" She almost felt herself yelling, perhaps to earn some respect after being shocked by his arrival. | Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days easier.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits. |
4,689 | 118 | 11 | 1,440 | 384 | Thomas wasn't surprised that the woman had been angry, they weren't in a very safe position. Thomas put both of his forearms on the metal, the bracelet that he found clanging on the metal. "I just swam from some of the wreckage," he told the woman, "We should probably get to dry land." | Name: Chris Fisher
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 31
Profession/job: Tattoo shop owner.
Skills (practical): Very talented drawer, can also play the guitar and is basically an encyclopedia of firearms and how they work due to the time spent at his uncle's gun shop.
Skills (specific): Chris works out a lot therefore he's very athletic and pretty strong. He also has a pretty good metabolism too.
Brief Bio: Chris was born and raised in Miami. He had an older brother named Mark. His father was a U.S. Marine who abandoned them while they were young. He was raised by his mother, who also had a notable role in the upbringing of Chris' childhood (and current) best friends, Darren Jones and Wesley Jones, both african-americans and brothers. They grew up next to Chris' house and they were missing their father too, but theirs however, was a cop that was killed in the line of duty. Their mother fell into depression and eventually started taking drugs so Chris' mother pretty much took care of Darren and Wesley as well. As a teenager he wanted to be a rock musician so to that extent he learned how to play the guitar, acoustic and electric. He was also a very talented at drawing. The walls of his room were filled with his drawings. At the age of 17 Chris was placed into juvenile hall for two years after he beat up and injured a teacher who felt up his girlfriend. After he was released Chris finished his last year of high school and got himself a job as a vendor at his uncle's gun shop. Chris took advantage of this to learn everything there is to learn about guns. Three years later though, he was arrested for grand theft auto. Fortunately for him, since the car he stole wasn't that valuable he got the minumum penalty, one year and a half in jail.
After his release Chris had to deal with the troubles of being an ex-convict. Nobody was hiring him, nobody was trusting him. The only people that gave a damn about him anymore were his family and his two best friends...Darren and Wesley. Fortunately, after months of searching he managed to find a job as a bartender. In this time, Chris unwillingly got the attention of the media and the public eye after it was discovered that he has an affair with the much younger wife of cuban-american millionaire John Ortega. Chris had to frequently dodge the paparazzi and their annoying questions and cameras. He even quit his job as a bartender because of all the unwanted attention he was recieving from both tabloids, TV and ordinary people. In the meantime, while Chris was doing his best to dissapear from the public eye, Ortega and his wife Sarah went through a very nasty divorce because of the affair she had with Chris. After she lost everything Chris resurfaced and the two were linked once again by the media due to the fact that they were seen together in multiple occasions.
One day Chris told a newspaper that he and Sarah were indeed in a relationship and requested the journalists to leave them alone so the two of them can live their lives in peace. Which of course didn't really happen, much. Last year Chris decided to put his drawing skills to good use so he opened up a tattoo shop which has been pretty successfull so far. Last week he decided to take a break from work and take a vacation, without Sarah, who was too busy to accompany him. |
4,690 | 118 | 12 | 1,264 | 147 | Leland Abbot comes to vaguely aware of the taste of saltwater and grit in his mouth. Rolling himself over and sitting up, he notices he is soaked to the bone. Checking his pockets, he is annoyed to find his boarding pass has become a mass of pulp in his hiking shirt pocket. Thankfully he still has his wallet with his ID, an intact wad of Australian dollars, and most importantly his frequent flyer club card. Feeling some moisture trickle down his face he wipes it off with his shirt sleeve, and winces as he accidentally rubs sand into a cut on his cheek. Staring at the blood on his sleeve, he numbly mutters "What the...". His mind still in a haze, he knocks some shell fragments off his shirt before stating "I better get a plaster on this before more sand gets in."
He tries standing up but a sharp pain in his left leg sends him off balance as he plops back down on his rear. He unzips the leg on his cargo pants and rolls it up to get a better view. An ugly mark stares back on him. "Looks like a bruise, but what happened?". Now more alert, Leland notices that he is no longer on the plane, but about half a football field away from its partially submerged remains at the end of a gouge in the shell laden beach. He spots several people crawling out of the wreckage, and a man shouts something that Leland can't quite make out.
Leland shouts back "WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! SPEAK UP!", but the man had already scrambled back into the plane. "Damnit what was he going on about?"
Slowly, Leland stands up, gritting as he powers through the pain in his leg. After getting his balance, he begins limping towards the wreckage. | Name: Rachel Jackson
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 25
Profession/job: Electrical technician, she works for a large electronics manufacturer attempting to create new innovative gadgets to make everyone's days easier.
Skills (practical): Basic work level First aid, can salvage electronics and combine them to make useful gadgets, such as radio's and has a minor ability to cook, however she does mostly do take always so she would never nominate herself as a chef.
Skills (specific): She loves to read and has a great memory, when it comes to recalling images or places.
Brief Bio:
"You got the job. Should you not be happy? A male voice spoke slightly muffled by the wall that stood between them.
"I am happy!" A female voice soon followed, almost abrasive against the soft tone that it followed.
"Okay, okay your happy! haha." he laughed mockingly.
"Oh shush," She stood from a sat position on a large red sofa and marched through into the bed room where Joey stood, he was adorable stood there rearranging pillows a stuffed Pikachu she had lying on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm just... That is to say I don't particularly like the idea of moving so far away from my family and my friends." She tried to give off a smile but found it to be more of an awkward grimace.
"Don't worry about it." He spoke softly to her and continued to finish dressing the bed.
It was a surreal feeling seeing the apartment stripped of it's belongings, it now had only a sofa, bed and many boxes to occupy it. "Packing the TV was a foolish move." She whispered to herself as she sat down on the sofa and opened a book that was recommended to her by one of her friends. 'Bear Grylls Mud Sweat and Tears.' She didn't much care for his stuff but her friend spoke so highly of it. "Page one" She sighed as she flipped the crisp new book open and began to read. Fifteen minutes later She closed the book. "I'm wasting my time, who needs to know all this junk." She mused and placed the book into the last open box.
After saying goodbye to the home and land she knew, she got on the plane, her boyfriend and her sat next to each other... A new life awaits. |
4,691 | 118 | 13 | 1,861 | 1,294 | Elro felt the soft bumps travel through his body as the off road jeeps ran along the rough dirt road, further into the centre of the island it was a bit more civilised , but here everything is pre-historic. The jeeps interior was too cramped for him, so all the windows were open, sure the grit blew in with the wind, but it calmed his nerves.
In the centre of the convoy, his jeep was a dark brown unlike all the other pale yellow jeeps that surrounded it, but all the vehicles whipped dirt into the air. Fourteen men and four jeeps, two motorcycles. This was more than enough to deal with the situation, as well as take the salvage back to base.
Taking his dagger from his belt, Elro began to pick the pork from between his teeth, scraping across a molar and between his front teeth. As they drew nearer he signalled the drive to stop and he hit his horn so that the others did so too, the motor carried on though – as they were meant to – to take up a sniping position.
While they owned the island, the law enforcement on the main land were determined to crush them. They have a small fort on the opposite island that has proved impossible to conquer, after many attempts the group have met nothing but a hailstorm of bullets and an impossibly large concrete wall.
Wiping such thoughts from his mind Elro stepped out of the jeep and walked towards the beach, breaking through the trees he saw the planes smoke from behind the rock formation a mile down the sand. The jeeps drove through the trees and onto the beach.
“Out! We walk from here!” He commanded.
Taking his pistol in hand, he strolled along the beach on this sunny day, the sand beneath his feet and salvage before him. | Name:
Thomas Holtz
Gender:
Male
Nationality:
British
Age:
19
Profession/job:
University student, barman.
Skills (practical):
First aid, cooking, hand to hand combat.
Skills (specific):
Thomas hopes to be a doctor, and is currently in university for medicine, he also knows some first aid and is a qualified medic, but has only had to use it once in the real world. He is also not bad at cooking. Also, he is better than the average male at hand to hand combat, but not too good, as he has not been learning for very long.
Brief Bio:
Thomas was born to two Jewish parents, and has been raised as an Orthodox Jew for his whole life. When he was ten, his father is a doctor, and Thomas hopes to follow in his footsteps. As such, he is currently at university studying medicine. This means that he has some knowledge of diseases and first aid. When Thomas was ten, his mother died in a car accident. Since then, he has been cooking most of the food for his family, meaning that he has gotten better at it. He has also had anger issues, and when he was sixteen he started going to the gym to vent his anger, but has only been going regularly for the past three or four months. This has allowed him to get slim, and also to gain some muscle, to combat his young looking face, for him to look mature, even though he is nearly six foot. For thr past month and a half, he has been attending a Krav Maga class, but isn't very good at it yet. |
4,692 | 119 | 0 | 2,733 | 213 | The entrance of the cave overlooked a valley that was broken off after many stretching miles by a long and wide river. The dragon that resided in this cave was called Rhoo, and almost daily, she enjoyed sitting on the edge and admiring the beauty of the land before her. Since the years of the Great War that divided her species from their original residence had passed, she hadn't much to do around the new world she was living in. It was somewhat calming, however. There were no responsibilities. No troubles. All she did was simply admire nature and hunt.
It wasn't uncommon for her to come across other sentient creatures, especially other species of dragon. It was interesting for Rhoo to learn about their culture, hunting habits and abilities, ways of life. She enjoyed speaking with them, but inevitable, they parted ways. She noticed most other creatures traveled, never staying in the same place for too long. Rhoo wasn't like this. She enjoyed her new home.
The day had long since begun, and Rhoo was stretched out upon the stone floor of her cave, soaking up the sun that was shining in through its entrance. She could hear birds singing their songs, and the leaves rustling against one another as a breeze forced them to sway. It was blissful. | Name: Rhoo Marhoon
Past Age: 1,998
Past Birthday: October 28th
Current Age: 16
Current Birthday: February 5th
Elements (2 max): Spirit & Water
Breath (2 max): Healing & Echolocation
Abilities (5 max): Dimension Hopping, Shape of Self, Hydrokinetics, Psychic, Poison
Family: - Adopted Child
Written Appearance: She is a white Angel Dragon with pastel pink and black splotches along her arms, lower abdomen, and legs. She appears to be wearing black “boots” that cut off at her toes, which are pink. Also, it is as if she is wearing long, black “gloves” that cut off at her fingers, which are also pink. Her claws are long and black. She has a large tuft of black hair upon her head, pink horns protruding from her forehead that curve backward. Still, she has three tails. Each of them are black with one thick, white stripe and pink fluffs on the ends. A pink diamond covers her right eye, and both of her eyes are pale pink, no iris or pupil. She has one wing and a stub where the other should be. Her single wing is black with one white stripe, and fluffy, pink tips.
Personality: Although Rhoo tends to be a generally kind person, if she receives a bad first impression from someone, it is not unknown for her to be rude and even mean to them. However, she doesn’t like to hold grudges and readily accept apologies. She tries to be fun and amusing, and does anything she can to make someone smile or laugh. Often, she is seen with a wide smile upon her face. |
4,693 | 119 | 1 | 1,958 | 630 | The Anvil had no understanding of the passage of time like other sentient beings did. Each day for the Anvil was like a blink of an eye. It had been this way ever since it had been given its own form, its own body. Despite this, however, the Anvil was aware of panging that it was not familiar with. A...loneliness. Yes, that was the word. The Anvil was quite alone.
It had been sitting in its little shrine for a very long time; of that, the Anvil was sure. But for how long? That, the Anvil did not know. Nor did it really care. It'd had plenty of time alone, it thought, and it was ready for something new. Was it not an Anvil? Were Anvils not meant to be used? The Anvil decided that it needed to fulfill its purpose. It needed a Smith.
Though, the Anvil was not yet sure how it would go about getting one. | Name: The Redthorn Anvil
Past Age: N/A
Past Birthday: N/A
Current Age: Just born.
Current Birthday: October 21st.
Elements (2 max): Metal and Fire.
Breath (2 max): Fire.
Abilities (5 max): Change of Self. Turns into a magical anvil which can forge things on itself.
Family: Adopted mother, Rhoo Marhoon.
Written Appearance: Anvil is a very wee Angel-Dragon, being just a fledgling, and has fur the color of cold coal, which is just a hair lighter and ashier in color than just black. She has no special marks, but her eyes are a bright, glowing green. On her head sits a small crown of four horns. All curve backward. She as two larger horns in back of two smaller horns that are placed slightly closer together, giving the illusion of a small tiara resting on her brow. Her ears are of average size, the tips of which curl downward slightly, seeming to imitate the growth pattern of her horns. Her claws are short, but very strong, as are her teeth.
Personality: She very naive, as she is only but a child. She is very trusting of others, almost to a fault, but she has a temper like a firestorm, and an aggression to match. On any normal day, Anvil is a solemn, gentle child that is curious about the ways of the world. She almost never smiles, unless she is with her dear mother. Then she will grin without ceasing. She is always quite shy at first, but she quickly becomes outgoing, and makes a point to see the best in the world around her. She is defensive towards those she cares about, and will not hesitate to bare her little fangs at anyone she doesn't initially like. She enjoys forging things for people as random gifts to show her affection for them. |
4,694 | 119 | 2 | 1,921 | 728 | Dianna was leaned against a tall but thin tree at the edge of the forest with her tail curled around the trunk. She stared at the birds in the trees, slightly mesmerized by the songs they were singing. She tapped her foot slowly, being a bit bored and having nothing to do at the moment. Dianna shook her head to get out of the trance then looked around, not looking at much. On her left and right side were the endless rows of trees, and in front of her was the base of one of the enormous mountains in the mountain range.
She didn't want to sit around any longer, so Dianna decided to quickly travel around to have something to do. She quickly stretched her legs, tail, and wings then started to leisurely walk around, staying at the edge of the forest. After walking a few feet from her spot, she started to slowly climb up another mountain to get a better view of the large woods. | Name: Dianna Dargon
Gender: Female
Age: 18-human-years-old
Elements: Fire and Death
Breath: Flaming Roar and Shadow Blow
Powers: Shadow Walking, Warrior Summon, Shifting
Family: Drake, Max, and Annabeth Dargon (Siblings)
Written Appearance: Dianna is a tall Fiery Death dragon with midnight black fur on her head that runs down to where her wings start, and has two horns a shade lighter than her hair that grow in front of her pointed ears, and curve forward. Her black bangs partly cover her bright golden eyes with pupils that occasionally turn from circles to pupils. Dianna's scales are blood red while her bottom plates are a light grey, with no special markings on her body. Her tail is very thin compared to the large dragon body, with small black spikes running down the top of it that is rarely used for physical attacks. Dianna's teeth and claws are small, and very sharp but they're only used for hunting purposes.
Personality: For a first impression she's usually very shy or extremely rude depending on how the other person acts. The more the person manages to find out about Dianna, the nicer and more humorous she becomes. When her siblings are around, she'll become very talkative and even pushy to people that are with her, mainly because she usually gets in arguments with her family, and doesn't know that she's taking her anger out on others. At certain times, Dianna will show large amounts of pity towards somebody, and will do anything to help them, even if they are on the opposite side of her/enemies with her friends and/or family. |
4,695 | 119 | 3 | 2,733 | 213 | Rhoo crawled across the cavern floor to look out over the cliff. She spotted movement down below, in the trees. Someone, something was moving down there. Curiosity sparked, and she watched intently to get a better glimpse of the creature. It was moving slowly enough, though still at a rather brisk pace. To her surprise, it started scaling up her side of the mountain.
Naturally, she backed up a bit, waiting for the creature to arrive. | Name: Rhoo Marhoon
Past Age: 1,998
Past Birthday: October 28th
Current Age: 16
Current Birthday: February 5th
Elements (2 max): Spirit & Water
Breath (2 max): Healing & Echolocation
Abilities (5 max): Dimension Hopping, Shape of Self, Hydrokinetics, Psychic, Poison
Family: - Adopted Child
Written Appearance: She is a white Angel Dragon with pastel pink and black splotches along her arms, lower abdomen, and legs. She appears to be wearing black “boots” that cut off at her toes, which are pink. Also, it is as if she is wearing long, black “gloves” that cut off at her fingers, which are also pink. Her claws are long and black. She has a large tuft of black hair upon her head, pink horns protruding from her forehead that curve backward. Still, she has three tails. Each of them are black with one thick, white stripe and pink fluffs on the ends. A pink diamond covers her right eye, and both of her eyes are pale pink, no iris or pupil. She has one wing and a stub where the other should be. Her single wing is black with one white stripe, and fluffy, pink tips.
Personality: Although Rhoo tends to be a generally kind person, if she receives a bad first impression from someone, it is not unknown for her to be rude and even mean to them. However, she doesn’t like to hold grudges and readily accept apologies. She tries to be fun and amusing, and does anything she can to make someone smile or laugh. Often, she is seen with a wide smile upon her face. |
4,696 | 119 | 4 | 1,921 | 728 | Dianna repeatedly fixed the hood on her head to make sure it kept a shadow over her face while she climbed the mountain. After a few minutes she managed to find a cave, but it wasn't empty. A light pink and black dragon with one wing, and three tails was backed halfway into the darkness, staring at Dianna as if she was trying to inspect her. Dianna wasn't surprised since after all, her red tail and wings were easily and purposely visible outside of her clothes. Without hesitation she did a small wave at the dragon hoping that it was friendly. | Name: Dianna Dargon
Gender: Female
Age: 18-human-years-old
Elements: Fire and Death
Breath: Flaming Roar and Shadow Blow
Powers: Shadow Walking, Warrior Summon, Shifting
Family: Drake, Max, and Annabeth Dargon (Siblings)
Written Appearance: Dianna is a tall Fiery Death dragon with midnight black fur on her head that runs down to where her wings start, and has two horns a shade lighter than her hair that grow in front of her pointed ears, and curve forward. Her black bangs partly cover her bright golden eyes with pupils that occasionally turn from circles to pupils. Dianna's scales are blood red while her bottom plates are a light grey, with no special markings on her body. Her tail is very thin compared to the large dragon body, with small black spikes running down the top of it that is rarely used for physical attacks. Dianna's teeth and claws are small, and very sharp but they're only used for hunting purposes.
Personality: For a first impression she's usually very shy or extremely rude depending on how the other person acts. The more the person manages to find out about Dianna, the nicer and more humorous she becomes. When her siblings are around, she'll become very talkative and even pushy to people that are with her, mainly because she usually gets in arguments with her family, and doesn't know that she's taking her anger out on others. At certain times, Dianna will show large amounts of pity towards somebody, and will do anything to help them, even if they are on the opposite side of her/enemies with her friends and/or family. |
4,697 | 119 | 5 | 1,958 | 630 | The Anvil was aware of a disturbance on the Mountain, but the Anvil knew not what it was, for the Anvil did not have eyes to see with. But the Anvil knew that it was not far away. Perhaps the Anvil could somehow get to the odd occurance which confused it.
The Mountain which was its parent spoke to the Anvil, and it told the Anvil that the Anvil could indeed go there, if it willed to.
So the Anvil willed, and the Anvil was surprised to discover that it had disappeared from its place in the shrine to keep it from collecting dust, and the Anvil appeared inside the cave with two living creatures. Angel-Dragons. The Anvil sat in a dark shadow of the cave, silently observing the strange creatures which it had never before seen. | Name: The Redthorn Anvil
Past Age: N/A
Past Birthday: N/A
Current Age: Just born.
Current Birthday: October 21st.
Elements (2 max): Metal and Fire.
Breath (2 max): Fire.
Abilities (5 max): Change of Self. Turns into a magical anvil which can forge things on itself.
Family: Adopted mother, Rhoo Marhoon.
Written Appearance: Anvil is a very wee Angel-Dragon, being just a fledgling, and has fur the color of cold coal, which is just a hair lighter and ashier in color than just black. She has no special marks, but her eyes are a bright, glowing green. On her head sits a small crown of four horns. All curve backward. She as two larger horns in back of two smaller horns that are placed slightly closer together, giving the illusion of a small tiara resting on her brow. Her ears are of average size, the tips of which curl downward slightly, seeming to imitate the growth pattern of her horns. Her claws are short, but very strong, as are her teeth.
Personality: She very naive, as she is only but a child. She is very trusting of others, almost to a fault, but she has a temper like a firestorm, and an aggression to match. On any normal day, Anvil is a solemn, gentle child that is curious about the ways of the world. She almost never smiles, unless she is with her dear mother. Then she will grin without ceasing. She is always quite shy at first, but she quickly becomes outgoing, and makes a point to see the best in the world around her. She is defensive towards those she cares about, and will not hesitate to bare her little fangs at anyone she doesn't initially like. She enjoys forging things for people as random gifts to show her affection for them. |
4,698 | 120 | 0 | 2,716 | 215 | Something Wicked This Way Comes
So Toll The Bell And Sound The Drums, For Something Wicked This Way Comes...
The Journey So Far
Location: Galloway (Town-stead)
Weather: Dry
Time of Day: Dusk
Rendezvous: "The Retired Sword“ Tavern
As dusk comes, the darkest stage of the evening twilight falls over Galloway. The last of the town’s merchants and stall vendors leave for the night, many heading to the local taverns or home to the comfort of family and an open fire. The executioner, a gloomy figure drabbed entirely in black, prepares the Gallows for the morning. Three men to be strung up for crimes against the town and borough of Galloway to be disclosed at time of execution to the general public.
Lights from candles and gas lanterns begin to fill the windows, on the tighter streets in the town light coming from one window flickers on the walls across the road. It gives an atmospheric feeling while traveling the town. The city guards shift changes leading to a higher presence of guards in the open until it completes.
Outside the town walls, woodsmen work late whittling away at the border of the Gallowglade, collecting logs and tolling back and fro, horse and cart dragging the wood back to the town depot. Yeomen, the highest rank any normal peasant can hope to achieve patrol the outskirts of the town on horseback keeping any eye out for anything strange, and questioning those entering or leaving the town. A couple of yeomen also observe the workers, lanterns emitting an eerie glow.
The streets soon empty, at least to a level much less busy than during the day. Inside the numerous taverns around town the life of the city continues.
Location: The Retired Sword, Galloway
Weather: Misty Rain, light winds.
Time of Day: Nightfall
From the outside, the inn seemed much like the rest of Galloway in appearance. It had been difficult to look through the windows but as you entered through the thick, wooden door; groans welcome you. It's as dreary inside as it is on the out. Hardwood beams support the upper floor and the lanterns attached to them. The walls have a few pictures here and there, though the dust stops you from taking a closer look. Locals seem to be the primary clientele here. The patrons appear dangerous in one way or another, but whoever they are, you'd prefer not to look at them the wrong way, save a fight that would get you locked up in barracks cages until they decide to let you go. You did hear rumors about this tavern, supposedly it's infamous for something, but for the life of you you can't remember what for. Though judging by everything you've seen so far, you don't really care and you probably don't want to know.
As night takes hold, the inn has grown full and lively as it dwells further into the night. Our adventurers find themselves either joining the festivities or still awake in the tavern because with all the noise they find themselves unable to sleep. Occasionally the howl of a wolf pierces the ears of the patrons, the sound is chilling but doesn't impede on the festivities. A fog had rolled over the town having been approaching for quite a while giving a completely different atmosphere to the town streets, many of the lanterns no longer burning for another night.
Suddenly, it grew quiet as a flock of armored guard, swords, halberds or crossbows at the ready ran down the street past the inn the thudding of their leather boots rushed. One guard passing lit the lanterns hanging outside buildings as they could, but was trying to keep up with his comrades. For whatever reason took them, the adventurers are drawn to it, they approach the door and flood onto the street.
Bestiary
An accurate record of the beasts and wildlife that the group have encountered since starting their journey. | Approved characters only. |
4,699 | 120 | 1 | 989 | 495 | Evaline Summerfall
Evaline woke in a start, the sun hadn't come up yet as the moon was still bright. Another nightmare, "When will they stop?" She thought to herself. Evaline rubbed her eyes, tears again, her hands and skin felt clammy as they often did. She reached her fingers to the base of her neck and felt her scar with the tips of her fingers. A circle with a bears head and two arrows over the top. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "Two years and I'm still in this town." She moved her hands away and supported herself into an upright setted position on the edge of her bed. Her long, deep, red hair covered her scar but not her ears. She instinctively grabbed her scarf and wrapped it around her head, leaving her hair flowing the the back but covering her ears. "Two years and they still haven't figured out I'm not of the race of Men." She smiled to herself. She kissed her mothers blue crystal necklace then slid it under her dress.
Evaline looked up at the wooden door to her room. The room was small with a circler window on the right side of the bed, a chest at the end of it and a small night-stand with a candlestick and the book she was reading the night before. Childrens tales of the Galloway it read. She read as often as she could, her collection of books consisted of what had been left behind from guests staying at the tavern. The variety was vast but, Evaline enjoyed them all.
Evaline now stood, tying her bar-maidens apron around her waist. She exited her room and entered the wine cellar her room was adjacent to. She began her morning by cleaning the tavern and preparing the breakfast for the guests. Each tray was artfully put together, some toast in the corner with freshly made eggs and a glass of milk, the fruit of choice this morning were large red apples. She carried the trays to the occupied rooms, knocked on their doors and then left the trays outside of them.
"Elaine!" The owner of the tavern cried out. "You're meant to have the morning off, I need you this evening." "You're right," Evaline said quickly. "I was up early so I already took food to the tenants. I'll be back in a few hours, do you need anything from the market?" The owner waved his hands in dismissal and she was off. She smiled and waved at the townspeople on her way into town. She saw a gentleman, Leon, she thought his name was who came into the tavern often walking with another man she hadn't seen before. She continued on her way wondering the town and then eventually making her way into the woods. She sat near a pond at the base and watched the animals chase each other.
That afternoon she began working, cooking, delivering food, cleaning rooms and greeting guests. "Elaine!" cried Adriana, another bar-maiden. "I'm at my wits end here, can you take this stew to the traveler in the far corner and this ale to the other whome Leon just left?" Adriana nodded at the gentleman in the other corner. "Yes ma'am." Evaline said in hast. She delivered the soup to the gentleman in the far corner, giving him a polite smile and taking his coin for payment. She then placed the ale on the table next to the other gentleman and moved towards Mr. Jameson. He was an elderly fellow who had taken a liking to Elaine. "My dear Elaine, come to see how this old man is doing today?" Mr. Jameson greeted. Evaline kneeled down next to him and took his hand in hers. "Of course my friend. First is there anything I can get you?" The old man smiled and shook his head holding up the hand with the ale in it. "I'm all set dear." He began droning off about his late wife and daughter who passed on from sickness some years before and how Evaline was the jewel that kept him around.
Evaline rubbed his hand as he spoke using a little bit of her healing magic, not enough to be noticeable to anyone of the commoners in the tavern to help relax his aching body and mind, She did this often and none in the tavern were either familiar enough, sober enough or skilled enough to notice it. She kissed his hand gently as he seemed to drift into sleep and continued on with her work. "Will tonight be the night I learn something new?" She thought to herself. | Evaline Summerfall
Age: 18
Appearance:
Alignment: Neutral
Class: Priest class mage
Weapon(s):Dagger
Armor/Clothing:
Wears a olive green scarf around her head to cover her ears. Clothes are also green. Knee length dress with several difference feathers attached to the left side of a brown leather belt around her waist. Also attached to her belt is her dagger. Boots are brown leather. Brown fingerless gloves. She wears a crystal necklace given to her by her mother. Over all of her apparel she wears a deep burgundy cloak.
Personal trinkets:
None other then what has already been described.
Short History:
Evaline's mother was an elf, she was taken by an aristocratic family while pregnant with Evaline and enslaved. Evaline was born soon afterwards, also kept as a slave. The family in question owned a very large and successful vineyard and winery. Evalines mother studying healing magic before her capture and began teaching this to Evaline at a very young age, keeping it to herself so the masters would not find out. At the age of 3 Evaline was kept indoors to work on household chores and jobs while her mother worked the vineyard, each night they slept under a trapdoor. It was kept under a rug with a coffee table over it to hide it from unwanted eyes and attention. This little space held a small shelf along the wall on one side and hay rolls with a few thin blankets covering the ground. The space was approximately 6 feet by 3 feet by 4 feet. They were allowed one candle a week. Evalines mother taught her, her native language and began teaching her how to read and write.
Once Evaline turned four she was branded by the family as her mother had been. Burned at the base of her neck with the familys emblem. A circle with a bears head and arrows crossed over the top. With her mothers healing abilities she was able to sooth the pain and burn but not heal the scar. Evaline was terribly mistreated, her ears, once a symbol of greatness as her mother told it, now were a mark of disgust and hatred. Each day she was slung with insults, beaten and laughed at, each night, she studied with her mother.
One morning when Evaline was 10 she burned her arm in the fire where she was making the families breakfast. Her mother instinctively saw her and began to sooth the wound. The masters saw this and a greedy smile spread across their faces. That night her mother gave her the blue crystal necklace and kissed Evaline on the forehead. 'Tomorrow I will be going away," She said before slipping off into sleep. The next morning the trap door opened with a start and her mother was wisped up and dragged away. The door was then closed and locked, after several hours Evaline heard voices laughing and shouting above. "If only we knew earlier! We made a fortune on that one!" From that day Evaline continued to work hard promising herself that one day she would find her mother and free her.
At the age of 15 after Evaline was shut under the trap door she heard the many yells and sounds of a beast invasion. She kept very still as the sounds of screams filled the estate. The invaders stayed in the home for a week, never finding Evaline under the floor board. On their final day they set the home to flame and vanished. In a hurry Evaline emerged from the now barricaded door, she searched the house for a satchel and stuffed it with food, she then grabbed a scarf and ran from the estate, her mothers necklace around her neck too afraid to turn and look back at the home set aflame. The smell of burning bodies and cooking wine filled the air.
Evaline wondered the woods for some time, she wrapped the scarf around her head (as you would a bandanna) to cover her ears and the family emblem. When she ran out of food she found the dagger at the bottom of the satchel. With this she began attempting to hunt, all the while travelling through the wood hoping to find a village. After 6 months of travelling she ended up in Galloway. Now 16 she collapsed at the local tavern, named The Retired Sword, where she was given food. With no money to pay she began working to pay off her meal. The owner of the tavern not knowing of her race offered her a job and a room, at this point she began going by Elaine. She continued to practice her healing abilities and listened to travellers conversations for any sign of her mothers whereabouts. "One day I will leave and find her," She often told herself. She saved her money to supply herself with the basic accommodations for travel, a bedroll, travelling cooking pot, flint sticks and a small portable wooden chest filled with healing herbs she has gathered over years. |
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