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  1. Nadia nodded, right away getting to work on making it, humming as she worked. She turned back to the counter, cup in hand, and placed it down, then turning to type it into the register. She smiled, the numbers popping up on the register- $3.20.

    "Anything else, or is that all? And I'm sorry if my customers shocked you."




    "P-Please don't, you might hurt someone..."

    She seemed very nervous about someone getting hurt, clearly disliking the thought. Sugar frowned, glancing over at the group, before sighing as well.

    "...I... I'll try to get them to leave, peacefully. I have a way with words..."

    Even though she was getting ignored before.




    Mihr hummed, finding that quite interesting... But they moved to walk past him, only glancing at him briefly as they moved past him. They didn't say anything, but they needed to pass him to leave, so...

  2. Sage nodded, letting his hands ghost over the cards, before beginning to shuffle them, shifting them into a messy pile, then straightening it out once more, and spreading them into a fan. He let his hand hover over them, eyes closing for a moment, before he chose two cards, setting them in front and gathering the fan into one pile, setting it off to the side. His eyes opened again, and he flipped the first over.

    'Are they alive?'

    The question was answered by the Seven of Wands, no roman numerals on it, only the worlds in silver, shining ink. A woman's silhouette stood in white, her hair and the seven sticks in silver, on a black background. It sat 'upright' in fortune telling terms, but even so, he frowned slightly- though his eyes were relaxed, the gaze calm and reassuring as he turned it onto Violet.

    "The Seven of Wands... To put it in simple terms- Yes, they are. However, it's not easy for them; They're going through trials- 'Opposition' to their life. If we don't mind them soon, they might not be for long. But... In the end, they are still alive, and isn't that a good thing to know?"

    With that question answered, he moved onto the next.

    'Can we find them?'

    The question was answered by VII, the Chariot; Two horses as dark blue silhouettes, the space where their silhouettes met being lined with black to show the separation, led a grey, cloud-like chariot across a black sky speckled with gold, which shone in the soft light. He hummed, smiling a small bit; It was upright, and he nodded at Violet, resting his hands before the two cards now.

    "The Chariot means progression; It means getting through an uphill battle, but ultimately, it means 'yes' when it's seated like this. It'll be a long, hard search, and it won't be straightforward either- There'll be twists and turns, dead ends and we may lose hope, but we shouldn't. In the end, it tells us we'll find them."


    "Gladly, I'll tell you."

    Petunia smiled, watching them leave, and going back to her sorting- She paused, however, when he poked his head back in. She had only gotten a short bit of stuff left, and it'd be a shame to leave it all messy like this still, but it was somewhat tempting...

    "I... Suppose that I could, yes. That's much simpler than making a carousel seemingly 'come to life'. However, if he asks me, I'm telling him that you forced me into it- And please, give me a few seconds to finish sorting all of this. I'm almost done, there's just a bit left..."

    She had been working while she talked, and true to her word, there were only a couple of items left, of which she hurriedly put them away into the boxes, closed and locked them, and headed out to meet with Robin.


    Simone sighed, but offered a half-smile at Arthur as they pulled their hand away.

    "Hm. That's true. Honestly, I've had worse, though. These are at least clean nails this time, not rusty. Urgh. That was the worst. And, of course, my days helping out with target practice for knife throwers... Really, a nail like this through the thumb is one of the least I've dealt with- And it didn't hit bone. I'm just glad my fingernail cleaned up nicely this time..."

    They sighed, rubbing their thumb gently, the slight sting still present. They chose not to mention that, though, realizing they had likely said too much- But they were just trying to tell him that they were fine, that this wasn't a major injury or too painful of one... Minus the fingernail part. They hated growing them back. Half the time, they wouldn't even bother with it, and they'd be missing a fingernail and feeling extremely tender for the next while. At least this time, it healed up without a problem.

    "Friendly? Outside of my clown costume? Hardly. I despise it when the crowds stare at me when I'm not all covered in makeup and frills and bright colors. Not that they frequently do..."

  3. ~Nova Mori - Working.~


    While Nova had heard the commotion, she was a bit busy and decided her skills wouldn't be useful enough in a fight to go help. She was working on some of the heaters, as a few of them had decided to stop working, leaving parts of the base colder than others- And as they were underground, it already tended to be on the cooler side enough. She sighed, wiping dirt and black rust off her forehead- only succeeding in smearing it more so than before, not that she particularly cared- as she sat back and looked at her work.

    It still had a ways to go, but taking the moment to assess her work and see what needed to be done helped, and she right away got back to it, her tools beside her, her body having become made of tungsten, the high melting point preventing her from getting burnt or otherwise damaged from the hot temperatures. Her skill was incredibly helpful when it came to things like this, she admitted to herself. While she felt useless in other ways, having no real benefit in battles, she could at least manage to aid them in daily things, like... Repairing when the water system, or heaters, or such got out of hand. But that was all she was good for, wasn't it?

    Well, no use thinking about it now. She had a job to do, and she needed to focus. She turned her attention back to the metal, the familiar in her hands calming her the smallest bit. She hoped that no one got injured in whatever had happened. 


    ~Aurelia "Aura" Enid - Absit Omen.~


    Aura's presence was made known with a sigh as she entered the room from behind Roxanne, depowered at the moment as her gaze drifted across the room, amber eyes focusing on the dust for only a moment before moving to scan Lucian carefully, then shifting to the new male, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sight. She didn't speak for a few seconds, studying him, before she shook her head, relaxing slightly at the sight of no hostile beings. Well- He looked on edge, but that was none of her business, and she was sure he had a reason to. And it didn't look directed at anyone in here, after all, so...

    "I hope, for once, you made sure to check that he was, in fact, one of us, and not a threat, before you let him in, Lucian."

    Her tone was guarded, and somewhat pointed.

    "What happened here? An attack?"

  4. The golden-eyed person waited for their order to be served, taking it and sitting at a lone table in the corner by the window, and gazing outside. They had umber-brown skin with a golden undertone, dark brown hair, nearly a black shade, framing their face. Their hair was short, messy, and the golden eyes held a sharp contrast to the rest of them, as they were dressed in darker, baggier clothing. Their cheekbones were sharp, though their jawline had a smoothness to it.

    Nadia swiftly turned her attention to the woman, a polite smile immediately showing on her face, as per the norm.

    "Hello! A new customer? What would you like today?"

    The brother behind her moved out from behind the counter, moving to clean a few tables that already looked clean.


    Sugar was among these people in the library, and caught Evonna's gaze, immediately flushing in embarrassment as she told the others to keep it down, realizing how loud they were being. For the most part, these people ignored her, though a few did lower their voices a little. She frowned, troubled, and excused herself from the group, approaching Evonna and standing off to the side, waiting to see if she could get her attention- Without having to bother her directly, waiting until she had a moment. She wore a look of apology on her face, even though the group's loudness was clearly not caused by her in any way; Even previously, she had been a bit quieter than the rest, minus occasional exclamations or giggles.


    Mihr watched from a distance away, eyeing him with interest, 'hiding' a bit as they watched. They had just been passing through to grab something they forgot- But there was someone left here, dancing and cleaning? Well, that was curious. The smaller figure kept to the side as they watched, though they weren't afraid of being caught- He seemed to be in his own world, especially considering how loudly he was singing. Perhaps they should approach?

    They decided against it after a few seconds, simply staying hidden and staring. Though, in their white clothes, with their white hair, pale skin, and golden eyes, they weren't exactly hard to spot...

  5. Sage nodded nervously, following behind her, though still mentally putting himself down for his words. He stumbled a bit as he walked, his feet dragging along the ground, but managed to catch himself before falling completely upon his face, sighing softly. He didn't speak until they reached the tent, and even then, his voice was quiet, shaky.

    "...I'll set the stuff up. Please don't touch anything- Um, not to be rude, it's just- Otherwise I have to cleanse them again."

    And he hurried around the tent, placing a blue velvet tablecloth over the small, round table, setting his crystal ball on top- made of - and his cards by him as well. He left it at just these for now, but made sure to check to remember where everything else was, as well as setting up a few small candles in jars, before seating himself and gesturing for her to close the tent flap and take a seat as well. Almost immediately, he seemed more relaxed, more in control, eyes half-lidded as he gazed down upon the setting, a slow exhale escaping his lips as he focused.
    "Now... What exactly would you like to know? There's many questions you could ask... And there's only so much the spirits can inform us in such a short amount of time. We'll check the cards first, of course. They tend to be the most straight-forward, in my opinion."


    Petunia felt a wave of guilt at that, letting her smile fade away and closing her eyes with a soft sigh.

    "...I don't mean it rudely. I'm just unused to guests. Even as a magician, I don't interact with the audience much- And I'm not as close to the other members as you may be. I'm not naturally a sociable person. Not like you are. Not unless I really know them, and... I don't know you. Or anyone, come to think of it."

    She let a softer, more gentle smile grace her lips, eyes opening to focus on them.

    "If you'd like, I really wouldn't mind sharing the stories behind some of the things. But you should probably make sure everyone's alright, yes. You have a more... Calming presence. A distraction might help the mood around here, and you're great at providing that."

    She wasn't sure if they'd take her words as compliments or insults, but- Ah. She tried, at least.


    Simone sighed, shaking their head, but couldn't help fighting back a small smile as they walked- Though they certainly did their best to hide even the slightest sign of it from Arthur.

    "True. But we can't stop it. Ah, I'm at least not as important as the rest of you, so... The life of a clown is an easy one, when there's multiple."

    They hummed softly, setting up signs as they went along, though they didn't take a particularly long time to set them up. However, one time, they did manage to send a nail directly through their flesh, earning a muffled curse- only muffled by the fact they moved to use their other hand to shut themself up, biting on one of their fingers briefly, before working on getting it out. It healed fairly quickly, and they glanced around warily; Thankfully, no civilians seemed to have noticed. They let out a sigh of relief, carefuller now with the tools.
    "I've never gotten better at hanging these signs up. They probably only send me out here because I heal so fast..."

  6. (It's alright! There's not really much to interact with just this second, and I wrote the response before bed- I wasn't trying to make it super long, hahaha.)


    "Coming right up!"

    She carefully took one of the Danishes out of the glass display case, placing it on a paper plate as Adian placed the cup of coffee on the counter. She entered the baked sweet into the cash register as well, $4.30 appearing on the register as she hit the button to open it.

    "That'll be four dollars and thirty cents. Would you like your receipt to go with?"

    She glanced at the door briefly as another person came in, this one with glowing golden eyes- But she didn't seem to take notice of how strange that was, or, at least, if she did, she didn't show it. They remained silent as they moved behind Cassius, their eyes cold as they surveyed the shop, even with the warm hue of golden.

    There was movement outside as well- 'Monsters' moving from one shadow to the next, but the twins didn't seem to take notice of these movements.

  7. Nadia nodded to Jack, seemingly taking no note of his cryptic words as Cassius entered the store, smiling at him as she stood at alert, ready to take his order. She nodded, quickly entering his order into the cash register- Just as her brother came out of the back. She quickly told him the order, and he set to work pouring a cup.

    "How does a danish pastry sound? We have cherry, blueberries and cream cheese, and chocolate. Or we could do a slice of dark chocolate cheesecake."

    She gestured to them as she spoke, the cherries in a heart-shaped danish, blueberries and cream cheese in stars, and chocolate in a simple circle. the dark chocolate cheesecake had 'clouds' in a vanilla drizzle on the top, going along with the theme of the cafe.

  8. Sage blinked at the sudden voice, glancing over at her, but being unable to help a small smile at the pun. He sighed, shaking his head before staring off into the distance at the other tents, still fiddling with his pack of cards. He took a few seconds to find his voice again, and the words came out in a rush at first.

    "I'm afraid not, and I... I don't know what the cards would have to say about this. If you'd like, you can come with me to my tent and we can figure that out..."

    And he flushed at his words, quickly stammering out a correction.

    "N-Not in any weird way-! Just because- Because my tent has all my other fortune-telling stuff!"

    He really needed to do this weird thing called 'socialization' and 'thinking before he spoke' more. He mentally scolded himself a few times, the effect showing on his somewhat mentally-pained expression. 'Stupid, stupid, stupid!'


    Petunia shook her head, smiling slightly, though it was somewhat fake. She hummed along at their words, nodding in thought, even though she didn't believe what they were saying, not really- If they were lost, wouldn't they have taken less time to come back? They knew where the Circus was going...

    "No, I didn't make them myself; The dragon was a gift from a child in my audience when I first started out. Her father was a hunter, if I recall correctly, and her mother often carved the bones he brought home, to decorate the place. The horse was from a small gift shop at one of the cities we visited quite some time back- The shopkeeper's mother had it for many years, but ended up passing away, and they weren't on good terms with her, so they wanted her possessions gone."

    She sighed.

    "I have more trinkets- But they're buried away right now. Maybe I'll show you all of them sometime."

    It was an empty promise, as she knew they'd both likely end up too busy with their own performances and forget.


    Simone seemed taken aback at that- They didn't seem to realize it was a joke at first, opening their mouth to retort, before pausing, closing their mouth, then scrutinizing him. They sighed in the end, shaking their head.

    "...That's a terrible joke. I thought you were serious, and I was about to leave you behind."

    However, they moved to start walking at a pace he could keep up with them at, though a bit brisk.

    "Come on, then. We don't have all day. Best to finish this up and head back swiftly, so we may practice our performances before the residents end up too curious to stay away before we're even finished setting up. They can be quite impatient that way, hm?"

    There was tenseness in their shoulders, even as their tone seemed relaxed, though formal.

  9. [[Right now!]]


    "I think your time's a bit off; It's nearly four PM."

    Nadia Ward glanced up from a list she had placed on the counter, putting it away quickly with a polite, working smile. She nodded, turning to the back, where a freshly-brewed coffee pot sat, humming softly to herself, almost too soft to hear. She poured it into a cup, turning and placing it on the counter.

    "That'll be $2.20. Would you like anything with it? Cream, sugar, a treat to go along with it?"

    While she already knew the answer, it was simple politeness to ask. She still waited, just in case his order decided to deviate from his norm today.

  10. Sage met her eyes, but only for a second, quickly averting his gaze out of nervousness. He knew her words were right- But did that mean everyone else was weak? He couldn't help but disbelief that. There was no way they were going to come back without help, but... Would he really dare go against his dad? His father was all he had, at this point... Was it really worth possibly losing that by betraying his father's trust? While he usually wasn't one to make harsh decisions against his son, the circus always had to come first...

    His father sighed, but nodded after a moment of consideration, waving his hand to dismiss the entire group.

    "Yes. All of you may."

    Sage rose to his feet unsteadily at the words, moving to slip out of the tent, keeping his gaze to the floor, hiding shaking hands by fiddling with his tarot card pouch. Maybe... He usually wouldn't dare, but maybe he'd do a reading, just this once, for the circus. He was so worried, after all, and... It couldn't hurt, right? What's the worst that could happen? He pulled a card symbolizing certain death of everyone there?

    That wouldn't happen.

    He hoped.


    Petunia's tent wasn't incredibly large, just enough space in it for a cot and a couple of chests; A mirror sat on the bed, likely going onto one of the chests, but as they were open right now, she didn't bother trying to put it on. The chests were brown with gold-colored metal locks and corners, the sides decorated with small paintings of various flowers, the colors and shapes and sizes and styles ranging; It looked like she had added a flower for every year she had lived so far, twenty-two flowers on each chest, though no two were the same, even ones of the same year. Inside one chest were her supplies, fabric almost concealing paper underneath, and a few props on the top; a small carved wooden horse; a long rope, all coiled up; a small bone trinket shaped like a dragon... There were many, many things she had collected over the years. The second chest had personal belongings, mostly clothes, but there weren't many of even that.

    She watched them for a moment, thinking to herself, before nodding and directing them on where to place the objects; She could properly sort them before they left next time.

    "...I suppose that would be nice, a distraction... I might go ask her later."


    Simone smiled, nodding; They took a very small bit of pride in knowing they won that discussion, but carefully brushed the dust off the papers, holding them much more securely now.

    "Thank you. Shall we split up, then, to cover more ground? I'll head west, you head east? Ah... And then we could head back to the circus after our piles are done- Rotate around the town until we see the other's posters, clockwise..."

    They were mapping it out in their head, clearly, trying to figure the plan to cover the most ground without disturbing too many people, or ending up in the same spot so soon. They hummed softly as they thought, something tuneless and only lasting a second.



    It was a cold, late-winter day.

    Even as the sun was nearly across the sky, it hadn't warmed the place up at all; It simply made the snow glisten blindingly white, hurting the eyes of those who dared to look directly at the ice crystals coating the ground. School had gotten out about twenty minutes ago, and many students were heading home, or to the mall, to hang out... Most people were still at work- Such was the case for those employed at the Café des Rêves, still working, now that the rush would hit- Highschoolers coming off of their classes tended to come to this spot.

     Monsters were roaming the town, not that most people could see them. They slowly dragged their bodies along darkened alleyways, avoiding the light and the reflections of light off the snow; Some were brave enough to walk along the humans, but most avoided them this particular day.

    It was too bright to bother, except for the "Gods". And oh, some of them were certainly out and about.

  12. Sage's eyes were drawn to her as she reacted so animatedly, watching her without a word, though he flinched when she slammed her hands against the table. He watched as she was shushed- He shared her frustration, but... After a few minutes of more useless conversations, Sage spoke up.

    "It's only been a day- They couldn't have gotten far, right? We should search the whole town, and-"

    "We need to prepare for tonight. With them lost, we need all the hands we can get, and we can't let the citizens know something's amiss. We'll proceed as usual."

    His father spoke up, and Sage took a moment to process before speaking again.

    "...So we aren't going to look for them? At all?"

    "None of the lost have been found so far. We don't have the people to do an extended search; We need them to set up and to guard the rest."


    "No buts. We can't afford to lose another."

    Oh, this wasn't going so well.

    "Can we at least stay here a couple of nights longer than usual? Maybe- Maybe it isn't like before, maybe it's just... They got lost."


    His father sighed.

    "Fine. We need to restock, anyways."


    Petunia glanced up at the other's humming, before smiling gently at them, though something in her eyes was still on-guard. She didn't usually get visitors, even other circus members, into her tent- It was rare for her to even be in the tent, frankly...

    "Ah- The last town we were in. When I was travelling around town, a bunch of people were singing it outside a church... I'm not sure what it's about, because I didn't hear the lyrics, but..."

    She laughed sheepishly, but paused in consideration at their offer to help, glancing at the remaining equipment. She usually didn't let others touch it, but she really needed a nap- And it wasn't like it'd hurt anything for the help...

    "Sure, why not? I'm just organizing now, really. But I wouldn't mind the company."


    Simone smiled sheepishly, glancing away with a sigh. Ah, there went their plans. Couldn't get out of this. They were a bit sad at that, but they supposed taking the easy way out wasn't worth the trouble they might cause later on. Even though they wish they could've anyways...

    "Ah... I apologize. They slipped out of my hands, and... Word travels faster by air, doesn't it?"

    It was a terrible excuse but... Ah, well. Could have been worse, much worse. They held onto the posters a bit tighter, the wind ruffling their hair and giving a pleasant breeze as it passed... Well. More than just a pleasant breeze, really. A bit chilly.

  13. The circus, the circus! Lord Lune's and Lady Luna's Circus was here! Well, the Moon Circus was just setting up now, really. Recently, something bad had happened; One of their own members had went missing, so they were discussing, in a private tent, what to do about this...

    Sage was part of this discussion, being the ringmaster's son, and having a higher role as a result. He didn't like these sorts of meetings; They were gloomy, unlike the usual circus cheer, and this one, especially. But it was important, and so, he couldn't miss it. While it was "kept secret" from the others, everyone knew already what had happened, and how they were having a council to decide what to do with it.

    But it wasn't moving quick enough for anyone's tastes- Especially not Sage. He was getting bored, and he just wanted to go help set up... But he stayed still, listening, though he had no part in the conversation himself. The thought of escaping under the flap when no one was looking occured to him, but he brushed it off shortly, deciding otherwise; Not only would his father get mad, but he didn't really have the courage to, anyways. And besides, what if today was the one day they actually needed or wanted his input on something? That thought made him straighten up, focusing on the conversations happening rather than the thought of going off to help everyone. He couldn't help in daydream land, after all, and all he ever wanted was to be useful.


    Petunia was cleaning up her equipment, organizing it after the trip, and humming to herself. While she knew bad things were happening, she was certain they would be resolved. Or... Well, she hoped so. She glanced out of her little personal tent, frowning slightly to herself. It would all be fixed, right? Definitely? They'd keep them safe, she assured herself. The higher-ups in the circus wouldn't let any harm come to any of their members, especially not after this, keeping them all on guard. But... What if they did?

    Anxiety was growing in her stomach, and she forced herself to stop thinking about it and focus on the few objects she brought with her. She didn't need much for her show, but preparation was always nice. It was broad daylight, so the Circus would likely be performing the following night, as was their habit; They preferred to keep a nocturnal schedule, performing with the moon, as their circus was so aptly named after. So she had to hurry up, so she could catch a few hours of sleep, as restless as she was sure they would be.


    Simone had entered the nearby town, their 'normal' appearance making eyes just pass over them effortlessly as he spread posters for the circus. While they weren't really needed, it was nice to have them anyways, so that they could have that extra publicity... Which meant more money, which meant newer, better supplies, more food- Etc cetera. Really, there was fewer downsides than there were upsides, they mused while pinning another up. Their distraction caused a few of them to fly out, the wind suddenly picking up, and while they frowned... Well, what better way to spread the news than by air? Besides, it made their job a tiny bit easier with that much less posters.

  14. {Places}




    [Population: 10,381] [Town Motto: "It's all right here!"]

    The town this takes place in. A quiet place, which used to be much, much bigger; There's many abandoned buildings as a result, but still plenty of shops. It's a tourist attraction, as there are many 'haunted' buildings here, since they're abandoned and all.



    [Population: 253,934] [Town Motto: "Colis Flourishes"]

    The nearby city, an hour and a half drive away from Falkirk. A much larger place than Falkirk, and containing plenty of business, school, and shopping opportunities. However, a bigger place isn't always better.



     Café des Rêves

    [Owner: Nadia Ward] [Workers: Adian Ward]

    A small little café painted dark blue on the outside, with yellow 'stars' and linings for the windows and door, and a brown sign saying 'Café des Rêves' in black letters. The inside is decorated with the sky, a gradient fading from the bright morning sky to the midnight sky on the walls, and the lights are cloud-shaped and soft. The floor is made out of dark brown wood, and the tables and chairs are of a slightly lighter shade. There's only about five tables in the café, each with varying amounts of chairs, up to four at one; The tables can be pushed together for a bigger table which allows up to eight people- Ten if you steal chairs for the ends of each. The menu is hung behind a brown wooden counter with a dark blue top countertop, and there's a display for all sorts of pastries attached.

    The kitchen leads further inside, and there's stairs to the living area above, but they're behind the counter as well.


    Sweetheart Bakery

    [Owner: Sugar May] [Workers: None]


    The Flower Patch

    [Owner: Jackson Rosete] [Workers: Daphne Rosete]



    Pleasantview Elementary

    [Principal: Hayden Gibson] [Vice Principal: Daniel Hurst]

    Silverleaf High

    [Principal: Curtis Woods] [Vice Principal: Rufus Landry]

    Sunny Hills Elementary

    [Principal: Jeanette Mooney] [Vice Principal: Amy Luna]

    Trinity High

    [Principal: Roberta Johnings] [Vice Principal: Alec Morse]

    Angelwood Elementary

    [Principal: Delores Walsh] [Vice Principal: Mack Conley]



    Suwax Plaza

    A park in the middle of town. There's many businesses near here. The natural beauty has not been preserved here; There's not many trees, but there are many stone pathways, a big playground, and benches. Occasionally, a food stand pops up here. Many people visit the plaza.


    Oracle Garden

    Named after the crystal-clear lake that many people have said to have seen things in, perhaps showing the future. The natural beauty has been well-preserved, many trees and plants growing here, although they've been carefully taken care of to make sure none were poisonous to any visitors.


    Mercy Valley

    The valley in the middle of town. Many types of wildlife find their home here. However, other things have been seen wandering here at nightfall. 






    The Sick Hunter

    A tall, slender black creature that appears humanoid in shape, but has no discernible features. When one gets close to them, they feel nauseous, an unbearable anger inside, and a hatred of [̶̶̛͝ ̀͏ ̶͘ ̵̷ ̸̸̶̷ ̷̛]̴̢͘. The identity of who the hatred is felt for is unknown, but it is there nonetheless. The creature appears to have a quiver on the back, and a knife in hand; No bow is to be found. The only sounds this creature makes is wheezing and coughing, sounding almost like a dying, sick beast.



    This creature is made up of black goop, many arms sticking out as it slides along the ground, and possessing one head, typically animal, with many eyes and 'teeth'. The eyes shine blaringly white on this creature, but no other features are visible, as the goop absorbs all light, though the eyes seem to reflect it back. This creature makes a dripping sound from the goop dropping off, but is otherwise silent; The goop that falls to the ground vanishes after a couple of minutes. By being near this creature, a wave of dizziness washes over you.





    A screaming lady. One of the only clearly visible creatures, as she is in full color, minus her hair being the same black substance as every other creature seems to be, absorbing light; Her skin is deathly pale, and she wears a red dress. She tends to get louder if looked at, but will go silent and vanish if you ignore her long enough. Terrible if you're trying to talk to someone, though.



    A monster that infects others to give them yellow eyes. It takes over their bodies, slowly infecting them until the body is "God's", and leaving it empty and hollow once they find a new shell. These creatures tend to be quite friendly, other than the fact they destroy your friends and family.



    A subset of "God" known to humans as the "Werewolf." Like the "God", they infect a human body- Unlike the "God", they don't completely take over the body, not until the end; First, it's only nights of full moons. Then it spreads to every night, over the course of a few years. It ends with the human being completely taken over by the "Werewolf."

    These creatures cause the humans they infect to look very non-human, covered in what appears to be fur, feels like fur- Well, let's just call it fur for now. They grow more animalistic qualities, typically wolf-like, forcing the body to expand the bones; The process to do so is very painful, same with turning back, and leaves the host starving, so the ones controlling the body will seek out food- Typically other humans, as they provide best nutrition. These ones are not as friendly, and tend to be driven by hunger, or Gluttony.



    Typically found with "Gods". "Angels" are similar to them, except they appear perfectly human, not even the eyes giving them away... But they cannot be seen by humans, only by the haunted. Their personalities vary as much as a human's, but they all seem to believe they're higher than humans, but lower than the "Gods". They seem to be the ones spreading the infection of "Gods", each one assigned to one of the parasitic creatures, and following them when they take over bodies.



    Almost human, but not quite. They always have a giveaway, and it's very obvious- Frog or sheep eyes in a very abnormal color, a tail, an animalistic arm, etc. Some are friendly, but most are chaotic at the least, and evil at the most. However, they'd only straight-up attack someone if provoked. Planning so that something like a knife falls on them? Now, that's more up their alley.



    Not a "God", but rather, a humanoid with the tail of an aquatic creature instead of legs. Typically, they're fish, dolphins, sharks, whales, jellyfish, octopi, etc; Rarely, they'll be other things. They eat human flesh.




    The Hound

    A black wolf to the human eye, or to the wandering haunted's. Stare at it in the eyes, and you'll realize it's head is that of a human skull, black ears attached to the fur just barely covering the start of it. There's no blood, no flesh to be seen; It turns to bone like fabric giving away to a plastic shell holding everything together. Small red dots can be seen in the eyes of this beast.



    A fox-like creature that can turn into a beautiful/handsome human in order to seduce others. They eat the hearts and livers of those they kill.





    A creature that plays soft music box noises when anyone grows near it, but is otherwise invisible to the eye unless light is shone directly on it. Supposedly responsible for the smeared letters found certain places, only visible to 'the haunted'. The music box noises grow more twisted and disorienting if someone with a hostile intention to others is brought near them; If they and the Sick Hunter are in the same room together, the noise will be almost unbearable from the Notemaker. When viewed, their appearance varies from person to person, typically taking the form of their worst fear.




    Possessed Objects

    Objects that have been possessed by "spirits". These objects gain eyes on them and can 'hop' around.




  15. {Accepted Characters}




    Name: Evonna Durand

    Nickname: Ev, Eevee
    Age: 16

    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Bisexual/Heteroromantic

    Personality: Evonna is a rather tomboyish, reserved girl who typically spends her time alone or with a small group of friends. Very rarely does she make friends, and she’s not necessarily looking to do so. Her temper is rather short, and she is more than willing to get herself into a fight when provoked.

    Don’t allow yourself to think that her silence means she's plotting your murder, though. Evonna is the kindest, gentlest soul you've ever met. When you get close to her, expect her to be the mom friend of the group, and for her to give you things like it's Christmas. She’s a bit of punk, often listening to alternative and punk bands. She absolutely enjoys music and is often seen with earphones in her ears. Sometimes Evonna watched soap operas when she was alone at home (it’s a guilty pleasure) while noshing on her mother’s white chocolate macadamia cookies. She was a diligent student, and you would also find her studying in her spare time. In school she typically didn’t contribute to the discussion unless it was something she is passionate about- History or music. She also kickboxes, which helps control her temper. While most people vent, Evonna will punch something. But under that, she’s just a shy girl who doesn’t want to cause problems. She is a kind and generous girl at heart and will happily make batches of baked goods for everyone.

    Appearance: Evonna has a round face with narrow hazel eyes. She has more of a pear shape, with a B-cup breast size, but her shoulders are slightly broad. She has toned arm muscles. Her hair is medium length and in tight caramel brown curls. Oftentimes she will wear weave, braids being her style of choice. She has small pearl earrings in her lobes, one set. Evee’s skin is a light toffee color. She stands at about 5'7".

    When she’s out and about, Evonna wears a variety of different clothes, typically crop tops, skinny jeans, loose T-shirts, shorts, skirts paired with leggings,and either sneakers or tall boots. Sometimes she’ll dress like a punk. Usually she wears her hair down.

    History: Evonna was born in France, to a Cameroonian mom and a French/Estonian father. Her parents went missing, leaving her and her elder brother Jehan behind. Jehan, who was five at the time, has slightly better memories of them than Evonna, who was only two. They were adopted by a French couple who resided in Quebec. Evonna is aware of this- her parents had told her when she was eight and inquired why she didn’t look at all like them. This didn’t come as too much of a shock to her, but she’s not as close to her parents as she was before. Sometimes she still wonders why they hadn’t told her earlier.

    Growing up, Evonna typically clung to her brother, and as a result got to know a couple of Jehan’s friends. Sometimes she would get into fights with them just for fun. That was how she learned how to fight. When a certain person in school started to pick on her for being adopted, they would often find themselves getting the daylights beaten out of them. It was after several of these incidents that Evonna’s parents got her into kickboxing, to take her anger at that bully out on… Well, anything but that person’s face, frankly.

    Throughout high school she decided that History was her passion, and she thought that was what she wanted to pursue in college.

    Other: She likes cheese omelettes.


    Name: Jehan Durand

    Nickname: J, Metalhead, Dorkus, some obscene nicknames

    Age: 19

    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic

    Personality: Jehan is a bit of a rebel, often getting himself into minor mischief. But thanks to his parents being very supportive and understanding, people fail to notice that behind the punk exterior lies a polite, friendly young man who loves making friends. He also enjoys baking with his sister, because it’s just plain fun and he likes to eat cookie dough.


    He is very protective of his baby sister, and if anyone tries to mess with her (if she doesn’t get to them first), he knows how to kick some ass. If necessary, he will render you unconscious if it means Evonna is safe. As for his friends, he cares about them just as much, but will not go to such extremes.


    Jehan also is a bit of a flirt, but usually likes to reserve that for occasions, as he can tell when someone does not wish to be given that sort of attention. He makes sure that whoever he’s talking to feels comfortable around him, not like they want to pepper spray him. Reading is a fun past time for him, yet one may usually see him whittling a little piece of wood with his carving knife. He also has a higher pain tolerance than his sister, just a bit of a fun fact.

    Appearance: Jehan stands at about 6’2” with a muscular, yet lean frame. Just like his sister, Jehan has toffee colored skin, but his hair is jet black. It is straight, and oftentimes Jehan keeps part of his hair tied up in a bun. His narrow eyes are dark, and he has a very angular face. He has many piercings- a bunch on both ears (helix, rook,daith, tragus, you name it), an eyebrow piercing, and, if you look at him while he speaks, a silver tongue ring which he is quite proud of.


    Jehan often wears comfortable clothing, but usually leans towards the punk aesthetic as he does so. His clothing items of choice are dark jackets, long sleeve shirts, slim jeans and boots.

    History: Almost the same as Evonna. However, Jehan was much more extroverted and liked to make as many friends as he could. He’s had a few partners in his life, none of which were serious enough to consider anything long term. But perhaps if something came his way, he’d consider. Jehan was always a mathematical and musical kind of guy, and he wanted to one day do something in the sciences.

    Other: Ev’s brother


    Name: Zhibek Akhmatova

    Nickname: Bek, Beka, Beshka
    Age: 18

    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Heterosexual/Heteroromantic

    Personality: Contrary to her edgy way of dress, Zhibek is the kindest girl you could ever meet. She is more than willing to go out of her way to make friends. She is outgoing and not afraid to speak her mind. However, she knows where the line is, and not to cross it. She knows when to swallow her pride when she knows she has done something wrong. Usually she avoids physical fights, because she has learned through experience that it was not worth it. As a friend, Bek is very loyal and cares about her friends with every inch of her being.

    Zhibek loves learning languages, and often is found reading books in different languages- mainly Russian, German, Korean, and English. Her favorite language to learn was Korean. She loves German metal music and KPOP- this is most of the music that she listens to. And for some reason, math is her favorite subject- this is because her mind likes having a direct solution to a problem. When it comes to thinking in an abstract way, she is not going to be the first person to ask.

    Appearance: Zhibek stands at 4’11” with a slim build and a B cup breast size. She has a round face with thin, deep-brown eyes. Her long black hair reaches her waist and falls in rich waves. Despite being a legal adult in most countries, she is often mistaken for younger than 18. Her skin is a light olive color.

    On her left ear are several helix piercings, all silver hoops. She is also single pierced on both lobes. Also she has a delicate silver hoop on her left nostril. Typically she wears clothes in a more biker-like style- leather jackets, dark skinny jeans, combat boots, and fingerless gloves. Oftentimes she will wear her hair in a ponytail or a back bun.

    History: Born in Almaty, Kazakhstan, Zhibek is the youngest of three children. She has two older brothers who looked out for her. She often proved to not need them though- for a while she did resort to violence to solve her problems, much to her parents’ dismay. But by the age of 13, Zhibek knew how ridiculous it was to continue that behavior. Even then, she had a strong enough personality to clap back if someone tried to start drama with her. This was a trait that some admired, which helped her make a wide circle of friends. 
    Some time back, she had a fiancé. He was a handsome, kind young man who saw the sweetness of Zhibek’s soul. They loved each other like Zhibek’s parents did before her. He had a troubled childhood, which made her love him even more, since he had managed to overcome so many obstacles. Tragically, he was killed in a car crash. Zhibek still wears the ring on a chain around her neck to this day.

    Other: Zhibek is a black belt in karate.




    Name:  Jack Valentine
    Nickname: Hades, freak, JV, Red, Jack Skelton, Diablo
    Age: 19
    Gender: male his/him pronouns

    Sexuality: bisexual heteromantic
    Personality: introverted, old fashioned, and strange. At least his friends would say that if he had any. He prefers to be dressed in old military clothes, does civil war reenactments, LARPs, anything odd or morbid. He's good with guns, and makes his own music or listens to classical or modern composers. He loves the sound of the cello. 
    Appearance: He's 6'10" tall, usually in  2" high boots. Medium length messy hair, jet black with bangs dyed blood red. His eye is naturally red. Not albino pink, but actually red.  At least his left one is, his right eye is covered with a red contact lense because it looked almost like amber and it unsettled people too much. He's somewhere in between pale and tan depending on the time of year. He usually wears a old grey coat with black gloves and a pair of steampunk goggles when he rides his moped. He has a scar on his upper and lower lip, another under his hair splitting his left eyebrow and crescent moon chunk of his left ear cartilage missing.  Overall he's a fit and handsome young man. His voice is soft but carries well.  Amazing with children and treats everyone with respect. 


    History:  Jack had a rough life. His immediate family was murdered at the age of five by his estranged uncle, he was kidnapped and abused by the same man and once he was arrested when he was eleven he was sent to a group home where he bounced in and out of for three years, a stint in a asylum at 14 for about six months before he broke out and ran away living on his own on the streets. He fought and clawed for every thing he currently has. However you'll never really know what he went through by his looks and soft, gentlemanly nature. He put himself through school, self taught himself the cello and holds the record at the local boxing gym for most sparring wins 38-4. Currently he works as a cemetery caretaker, a museum janitor and tour guide for the town. 
    Other: the tour is of local 'haunted' attractions and homes of famous murders. It's called 'Guide to Hell's gate'


    Name: Astrid Maia DiAngelo
    Nickname: Astroid, bright star, calypso, little Angel, Soldatino are family/friend names. Cow, coffee bean, Cookies and cream, Spot are some of the less offensive names strangers call her. 
    Age: 18  bday August 1st 
    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: heterosexual
    Personality: Astrid is very loud in voice although when moving she's so quiet that she could practically come and go without you ever knowing she was there. A bit of a prankster, when in a friend's house she'd move or hide objects so they'll believe the place has ghosts or little people who barrow things. Her demeanor is often cheerful and hyper only winding down when she's cooking ,baking or making something to release stress. She's a nerd, having made her own cosplay costumes and have several props from her favorite movies including the ax from the Shinning, Sting from Lord of the Rings, all the wands from the Harry potter/ fantastic Beasts franchise and even some made from her other favorite shows/games (Tesiga, a key blade, Zelda's sword and shield, ST Captain chair from the Enterprise etc.) all over her large house. 

      However things aren't so sunshine and daisies with her. Once a month she has a complete mental breakdown where she hides a well lit room, refusing to eat much and sleep much lashing out at anyone who comes in. What usually triggers this bout of insanity is a monthly call from her father asking her to come home or go to a ivy league school to finish college instead of taking online courses and attending a public college then asks how's church, Astrid not having the heart to tell her only remaining parent that she's no longer practicing and hasn't been since she was fourteen. 
    Appearance:  5'4" tall, A-cup Brest size, slender with curves only notable in yoga pants and body armor.  Her hair, usually shoulder length platinum blond changes color depending on the day and her mood, often using koolaid or non-evasive temporary dyes. Her skin is a rich Carmel mocha color, eyes are a blue/violet. She has the has the skin disease called vitiligo causing minor light cream colored patches on her skin. On the nape of her neck is a wine dark strawberry shaped birthmark.  The cream spots cover the last two fingers of her left hand to her wrist before stopping. A unique thin swirl pattern appeared on her sternum, curling three times before going to the right side and pooling on her right hip. Her left foot from the ankle down is white with sprinkles going to her knee like someone flicked a paint brush at her leg.  A crescent moon spot formed on her left butt check. 

    Astrid supports a naturally loud voice often being mistaken for shouting or being angry. She has a vampire bite piercing on her neck and two slender gold hoops in a viper bite on her dark pink lips.  Her eyes are actually very blue like Elizabeth Taylor's  and in certain lighting appears to be violet.
    History: her heritage being a mix of Navajo, polish and Italian. Her mom was the first two, a interesting combination of blonde hair and tan skin, her dad is full Italian. Although from a wealthy family, she was sent to the states to see psych doctors and undergo expensive treatments for the times when she'd be screaming in her room for the voices to stop and for those creepy old nuns to stop that music.


    Why nuns? She was sent to a old fashioned Catholic school in Italy were the head mistress was absolutely certain that she (who practiced both Navajo and Catholic faith) was the span of satin and when a white spot starting showing up on her toe when she was six, the isolation and spiritual abuse started to worsen. Every wrongdoing was her fault although she wasn't even in the room. She had holy water dumped on her to wake her up, oil and salt thrown at her, nuns gripping their rosaries and spitting on her then was moved to a isolation chamber when the white had spread over her foot at 10.


    Even more abuse started to happen when she hit puberty earlier than the other girls and was eventually sent home at 12. She went to a different Catholic church in Poland in the mountains were there was no contact with anyone other than 40 other girls and 67 nuns. Now she can't look at a habit or walk past a Catholic church without shivering, becoming strictly into the pagan religions and the sciences particularly Astrology, bontony and nature studies. She wants to become a astrophysicist or a botanist and her last choice would be a wildlife biologist. She is currently working on her master's degree in astrological occurrences. 
    Other: - She's fluent in several languages: Navajo,polish, Italian, French, Japanese, Korean and English. 

    - She has Ocd, getting upset or violent when things aren't in their place (mostly in the kitchen, her craft room and office. It's best not to go into the rooms without permission)

    - She self taught herself Korean and Japanese to watch anime better.

    - Although she doesn't practice the faith anymore she wears a black gold crucifix on her neck along with a St. Honore medallion the patron of bakers and pastry chefs and St. Martha (cooks, wait staff, and  housewives) medal in platinum and gold respectively. They are the last gift her mother sent her before she died when Astrid was 17 as a graduation gift. 




    Name: Harold Malson
    Age: 18 ()
    Gender: Male
    Sexuality: Greysexual (toward female)
    Personality: Quiet, reserved, and a touch paranoid, Harold prefers to stay silent and observe from the sidelines. He is careful, focused, and meticulous once he gets past his neuroticism. He feels uncomfortable when he is underprepared for any given task, tending instead to overestimate the amount of things he needs. He is guilty of overpacking for trips to account for any disaster that may befall him or anyone else.

    Appearance: Harold is not very tall at 5'8, but he is lanky in form and his withdrawn posture makes him look smaller. His dark eyes typically seem tired and sullen, as if he has little life in him, and his black hair is cut close to his head, short and out of the way.

    He can and will get away with wearing the same thing several days in a row. He has a few T-shirts featuring wolves but they are hidden under his number of different hoodies he wears now that the temperature is a bit chill. He chooses some jeans and some flat-footed sneakers, whatever is clean, trying his best to dust them free of cat hair.

    History: Harold grew up in this town and can't wait to leave it, as if distancing himself from his birthplace would stop the voices from calling to him. He hopes to pursue his interest in animal sciences and is eagerly waiting for the university offers to come in.  He is an only child and his parents are relatively well-off, each holding a stable position in the community, but they aren't often home and tend to leave him alone when they are.

    He has three cats (Tiger, Daisy and Bandit), and one dog (Chief), adopted from the shelter he volunteers at part-time.

    Harold doesn't have many friends from school and tends to leave for home immediately when the bell rings. He instead spends his time online, searching for answers and connections, and documenting his thoughts on a blog under a pseudonym. His fixation on the words the clock ticks on is nothing short of obsessive. He has written it at least a thousand times in his personal notes.

    - He has been in the same class as Aria since she moved to town in time for high school. She has been his only friend for the past two and a half years and constantly presses him for any new information on the voices they both hear.
    - His room looks a little like a stereotypical conspiracy theorist's: the wall over his desk is filled with images, notes, and articles taped up in a semi-organized fashion and connected with pins and yarn.
    - Harold's knowledge of superstition and folklore is quite impressive. Sometimes he can't help but adhere to some of them. His house key has a rabbit's foot on it as a keychain.


    Name: Aria D'Orazio
    Age: 17 ()
    Gender: Female
    Sexuality: Bisexual (leaning female)
    Personality: Straightforward, confident, and aggressively fearless, Aria isn't afraid to take risks and try new things. She is outgoing and the first one to start a conversation to fill the silence, or the first one to initiate an event. She likes people and she likes variety, terrible at planning but good at making the best of a bad situation.

    Aria acts before she thinks and she is not delicate with people's feelings, choosing instead to speak her mind without much of a filter. This behavior occasionally leads to herself or other people getting hurt, physically or emotionally. However, she only boasts when she can back up her claims and dislikes making promises she can't keep. She knows her limits and dangerously pushes against them, whether it is at a party or in the fighting ring, though sometimes she forgets that not everyone is as driven or thrill-seeking as she is.

    Appearance: Olive-skinned and frizzy-haired, Aria typically has her thick chestnut curls brought back into a high ponytail. She stands at an above average 5'9 with a pear-type body, thicker at the hips, and her muscles are distinctly lean on her limbs. She bears scars of varying ages on her body, the most prominent ones being one along her cheek, some along her right thigh and right forearm. She wears them proudly.

    While she does not dislike skirts or dresses, Aria prefers loose shirts paired with pants that hug her curves, denim jackets, and sleeveless tops or anything easy to move in. While she does not bother too much with makeup unless the occasion requires it, Aria is quite conscious of her appearance and tries to pick fashionable ensembles every day. Her favorite accessories feature cute ram or sheep motifs. She wears fingerless gloves to protect her knuckles.

    Aria moved into town about four years ago with her single dad and a younger brother. Housing was cheap and the bigger cities nearby had well-paying jobs, and while she did have the choice to go to school elsewhere, Aria chose instead to stay in town rather than face the commute. Everyone seemed to at least recognize each other here. It wasn't long before everyone recognized her, too, because of her sheer force of presence.

    As soon as she was first able to, Aria had taken up various sports to help her drown out the voices by focusing on something else. In this town, she plays whatever seasonal sport is available at her school, and on her own time she joined a sparring club and does mixed martial arts training. 

    Rather than look at college options, Aria has already decided to stay in town after graduation and explore the option of becoming a mechanic.

    She never talks to her mother. She ignores her messages.

    - She typically does not believe in coincidences, but catching a glimpse of the words the clock ticks on in that mousy kid's locker probably was a clue that fell right into her lap. Since then, Aria has been the only person who bothers to talk to Harold on a regular basis, even if it began in an entirely self-serving way.
    - She likes watching crazy kung fu movies.
    - She attends her school's improv club once a week.




    Name: Cassius Bahn
    Nickname: Cash
    Age: 19
    Gender: Male

    Sexuality: Heterosexual.
    Personality: Cassius is a slightly reserved guy who is trying to come out of his shell. His over-analytical mind causes paranoia frequently, but he's a dangerous man when protecting his friends, family, or the lives of innocents.
    Appearance: Cassius has the lean, cut, and muscular look of a Mixed Martial Artist. He prefers to wear long sleeved shirts and joggers, in both the summer and winter. He's got bright blue eyes and a shy smile. His hair is golden, with a fade on the side and swept to the right. His nose is slightly off kilter thanks to years of taking hits in MMA.
    History: Lived with his parents until recently; now lives alone. Works as a trainer at a Martial Arts studio in town. Began learning martial arts in fear of the voices; it became his livelihood.




    Name: Cory Fischer

    Age: 21

    Gender: Male

    Sexuality: Bisexual


    When he was younger in high school Cory was best known for being the straight A student. He was twitchy, anxiety ridden, and always got things done promptly. Though after attending college in another town for biology, specifically ichthyology, he has learned to take life slower one step at a time. He seems to have developed the personality traits of the fish he cares for: slow, flexible, and laid back. However, this does not mean he would rather be alone out by himself in a quiet place. It's actually the complete opposite as he can't tolerate complete quiet and prefers something to be generating noise in the background such as water trickling or background conversations. There are still some kinks he hasn’t worked out and will always pat his pockets several times to make sure everything is there.


    Cory can be fairly social and tries to be approachable but will rarely initiate a conversation with a stranger unless he knows they share interests. He tries his best but people consider him to be messy based on the fact that he cares more about his work/hobby than his own upkeep and appearance.


    On another note about his personality, which has been warped by this “gift of sight” as it were, is a paralyzing fear to be caught outside after dusk since “they” grow bolder then. Things seemed to be better for him in bright areas that have a buzz to it.



    Cory is of average height at 5’10 with a slightly lanky yet muscular build. He has brown eyes that are slightly foggy at times. The short light brown hair that covers his head and face is in tangles but is still roughly managed. His usually light colored skin has become more toned along his face, arms, and legs from working outdoors in the summer months. If the lighting is bright enough freckles can be seen along his face and arms along with scars from one or two falls.


    During the summer months you will find him in shorts and a T-shirt. Currently, because of the winter temperature, Cory is wearing khaki cargo pants and a hoodie with the sleeves rolled back. Due to his work you will always find him in waterproof work boots and wearing slightly damp clothes. When his arms are visible there is a tattoo sleeve of a koi that reads “The clock ticks on, but mother earth pays it no mind” on his left arm.



    Cory was raised in a relativing well off family. Though he doesn’t see them all that often they are on good terms with each other. His family was never much into having such an imaginative child and instead directed his time and energy towards school.


    Currently Cory works in Oracle Garden caring for the ornamental fish that live in the pond or green house depending on the season. The house he lives in has an assortment of aquariums to create a sound and produce a calming effect when he is at home.





    Reo Kobayashi

    ( 小林伶央 / こばやしいれお )

    [ actual boyband dreamstar ]




    Nickname: R → he gives this initial out when he initially meets someone


    Age: 21


    Gender: Male


    Sexuality: everyone  


    Personality: Reo is outgoing, cheerful, and entirely too much of a jokester for his own good. He tends not to take anything seriously, and will never be seen with a frown on his face. He only talks about subjects that interest him, and “darker” things such as death, politics, or anything in between he will avoid entirely, because that is not something that he cares to think too much on.


    A lover of fun, Reo is addictive; he knows how to show someone a good time, how to flatter and charm them, but he is also flighty and prone to lose interest very quickly. As a result, he is very much an impermanent friend.


    Appearance: Reo is 177 cm (5’9”). (see image)


    History: Reo was born to an otherwise normal family; however, from a young age, home life never seemed to captivate him. Even during all of his school career, Reo dreamt of exploring the world and taking it easy, barely paying attention when his family and friends told him to plan for the future.


    As soon as he graduated school, Reo decided that the mounting stress of university, jobs, and family was too much for him to handle, and he decided to skip going to university -- telling his mother he will return, someday -- and instead begin a career busking and travelling, making money through street performances and odd jobs.


    Through the years, he has met and lost contact with a lot of people, buying drinks in unknown bars for handsome men and serenading pretty women on the street. His own policy is to never stay in one place for too long, unless he makes a true connection with someone who might be able to prove to him staying still is as valuable as his wanderlust.



    The voices he hears/sees are not something that worries him, because Reo likes to live by the ‘one day left’ philosophy; he would not mind if he died tomorrow, as long as he had a fulfilling time today. As a result, hardly anything bothers him.

    Reo is a talented musician who makes most of his profit this way.

    He is also quite fond of art and photography, and currently he likes to draw the bridges he sees when he travels. He is also looking for his next muse in painting.

    He will also stop interesting people on the street to ask if he can take pictures of them both for his website and for aesthetics.





    Name: Nadia Ward
    Nickname: Dia
    Age: 25( )
    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Pansexual, but greatly prefers women
    Personality: She treats everyone younger than herself who comes to her café as if they were her child. She has a big heart, but can be strict sometimes too; She's friendly, for the most part, at least. However, threaten her family and she'll likely try to punch you herself.
    Appearance: Image. She has curly red hair that reaches a bit below her shoulders, and blue-green eyes. Her eyes are deep-set, and she does her best to always remain smiling, though some days the smile doesn't reach her eyes. She favors loose-fitting, warm-hued clothes- Especially woolen, pale brown sweaters, and jeans. She wears a chain with a ring hanging off of it around her neck, from her late husband. She stands at 5'2", with C-cup breasts.
    History: She's a single mother who owns her own café, named Café des Rêves(Café of Dreams).

    Other: Of French decent. Twin sister to Adian Ward.


    Name: Adian Ward
    Nickname: Dian
    Age: 25( )
    Gender: Male

    Sexuality: Homosexual
    Personality: He's somewhat immature for his age, preferring to play around rather than do serious work. When it comes down to it, though, he's a very trustworthy guy who would do anything for his friends... But this can be his flaw, as well, as he's willing to do almost anything to help.
    Appearance: Image. He looks young for his age, looking a bit brighter and more upbeat than Nadia does most days. His hair desperately needs a comb through it, red and fluffy, and he has bright blue-green eyes, more green than blue. His clothing style matches Nadia's; Loose-fitting, warm-hued. He prefers loose shirts as to woolen sweaters. He stands at 5'2", just like his sister.
    History: He helps out at Café des Rêves.

    Other: Of French decent. Twin brother to Nadia Ward


    Name: Gloria Knight(Body)
    Nickname: Mihr("God")
    Age: 15( )
    Gender: Nonbinary - They/them

    Sexuality: Pan
    Personality: While Gloria used to be brash, loud and a bit quick to jump to violence, Mihr is quiet and keeps to themself, preferring to read in the garden and keep away from other people, especially ones who can't see their yellow eyes. They aren't very fond of other people getting into their personal space, and tend to be formal with speech, preferring to call people "Ms./Mr./Mx." rather than their first names. They're very polite, and have gotten used to living here long enough they can figure out things about humans easier than some others.
    Appearance: Image(the one being held). Their hair is completely white, not grey, off-white, blonde- White. It's very long, almost ridiculously, and hard to tame, so it ends up a fluffy mess. Their eyes used to be black, but with the recent infection, they've now turned a light yellow shade to those who are 'haunted', and seem to peer straight into your soul. Their skin is an almost sickly shade of white. They favor wearing long-sleeved shirts, skirts, leggings and boots, along with gloves, as they don't seem too keen on touching other people, and tend towards duller colors rather than bright. They're only about 5'0" tall, with A-cup breasts.
    History: They were infected when they were only 12, so Mihr has gotten used to the body very well now. Before that, they got into many fights; Now, they keep to themself and study.
    Other: Infected by "God". They won't last long, so it's best if you don't get too attached.


    Name: Daphne Rosete
    Nickname: Bud(as in a flower bud)
    Age: 17( )
    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Pansexual/panromantic, but leans towards women
    Personality: Daphne is a sweet girl, always friendly, though not necessarily actively seeking out new friends. She frequently has her head in the clouds- Well, in books, more like. She takes a special care in gardening, loving plants more than she loves other people, making sure she's doing her absolute best to care for them at all times.
    Appearance: She has long, light pink hair(bleached and dyed), and bright, green, round eyes. Freckles are scattered across her cheeks and shoulders, the brown dots providing a slight contrast to her light yellow-beige skin, and almost forming constellations on her body. She has B-cup breasts, standing at 5'5", and seems to always have a fake flower crown on her head; She wears loose and flowing dresses, colorful but not neon, and a necklace with the key to the flower store on it(as that's also her house).
    History: Born to the florist and his wife, Daphne has always lived a rather simple life, never really looking beyond the town and always assuming she'd take over the family store. She takes care of the plants like they're own her children, even when she was young; She trusts them more than she trusts her family, they joke sometimes. She briefly had an engagement to the clockmaker's son, but there was an... Accident, which she doesn't like to talk about- No one does.
    Other: She gets tired out easily from heavy lifting.


    Name: Sugar May
    Nickname: Sweetie
    Age: 20( )
    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Pansexual/Panromantic
    Personality: An absolute sweetheart. Sugar is one of the kindest people you'll likely ever meet, always trying to make the world a better place for others; She believes she can at least make a difference in the town with her homemade sweets and baked goods. She's always trying to remain optimistic, saying that "if no one's happy, there's no one to lift other people's spirits!" and other similar happy things. However, she doesn't have a very high view of herself, not truly.
    Appearance: 1343944410_softgirl.png.7933c37b0528da13374ca20ba25ac049.png
    History: She was born to a baker and a candy store owner, who combined their shops for ease of their daughter. She always had a big sweet tooth; Being surrounded by all the sugar likely helped. However, they passed away from a car crash when she was 19, so she's been careful to keep the store alive with her homemade sweets and baked goods, using the money they left behind when things get too hard.

    Other: Owns a bakery/sweets shop.



    {warning for non-graphic mentions of murder}



    You've been haunted for as long as you can remember.


    By what, you aren't sure. Perhaps you've always searched for what it was; Perhaps not. But it's always made you an outcast; Someone different from others, someone not to be trusted. "That one hears voices," they say, pointing at you and whispering. "That one sees things."


    You gave up trying to tell them what was happening when you were young, too young to know why they wouldn't listen. Too young for it to be taken seriously, leaving it just a memory in others' heads as you grew older, even though it never faded from you own.


    Or perhaps you tried to convince them, becoming more and more different from others, so strange they didn't recognize you as their own anymore.


    Either way, you knew you were never the same as the rest; You knew something was different, something was off. They couldn't hear it. They couldn't understand what you did. They didn't stay up late, trying to drown the voices out with music, trying to blind yourself in pitch black so you might not see it anymore- They didn't desperately search for an outlet, for someone who understood.


    But no one did.


    Not until the first death.


    Not until the news came to you, carrying a phrase you've heard ever since you learned how to think.


    "Three found dead in their homes, each leaving only a note saying 'the clock ticks on' behind."



    the haunted ones | l i s t e n





    You've heard voices and seen things ever since you were understood what 'seeing' and 'hearing' was- Perhaps even earlier, but before then, you couldn't register it. You always thought you were alone in this- Until a recent string of murders have been revealed, each note left behind by the victims saying the same thing, something that you've always heard in your head, ever since you were young.

    No one's sure who or what is causing these attacks, and there seems to be nothing in common with the victims... Nothing, except one of them, in the past, went to therapy for "hearing voices". Due to this one link, you have a sinking feeling you know what's happening.

    Thankfully, these attacks aren't every day, or even every week; Once a month, it seems, is the norm. But with no pattern, no one can track down what's doing this-

    ...Or maybe, just maybe, you can.




    The time is roughly modern day, late winter. The place is a large town, roughly 10,000 people residing there. There are stores, restaurants(fast food, cafes, all types), two high schools, and three elementary schools. This place used to be much bigger, and that's shown in the excess amount of buildings for sale- There used to be around 34,000 people, but as other cities began to grow and get more things, the size of the town began to dwindle. Snow is just starting to melt, leaving trees barren, the scenery dull, and a chill in the air. A river runs nearby, leading into a large lake. There's a valley in the town, leading down to a park for wildlife to safely live.

    No one is aware of those who roam the streets, not quite human anymore, or seeing and hearing things that aren't.




    1] Respect others and try to have fun, please! If you're making it less fun for other people, or not being respectful, I'll try to suggest how to fix it- Or you'll just have to leave.

    2] No character limit, but if your character isn't getting used much/you want to get rid of them, I'll message you about other options. (One option is just offing them, but there are others as well.)

    3] Feel free to talk to me about making it more fun for other people! 

    4] Non-human characters will not be allowed- Not yet. However, later on, characters might get some special things in exchange for something important to them... Or not-so-important.

    5] Normal people are probably just NPCs, as they won't be much fun to play. Certain shop owners will be, as well, but you're welcome to discuss with me about relationships with the NPCs(children, siblings, etc)!

    6] Wait until your character is approved to start posting!

    7] Anyone is welcome to join the discord. You can just pop in to ask questions or see the OOC in there, see how things work- As long as you're appropriate on there!

    8] Please message me your forms!

    9] No Mary-Sues/Gary-Stus! Your character will still develop as they go along!

    10] Please censor all cursing past Hell/Damn, and please keep it to a mini,u,.

    11] No Godmodding, Powerplaying, etc. I'll be the one controlling the NPCs and the world around you. You're free to give suggestions, but you don't control it.

    12] If you have ideas for the plot/creatures/etc, please message me them either over the DMs here or on the discord!

    13] Anything else? Message me!


    {Character Sheet}

    Name: First and last!
    Nickname: Optional
    Age: 14-30 years old.
    Gender: Female, Male, Other(please specify pronouns)?

    Sexuality: A fulfilling relationship before you die.
    Personality: At least include three details(ex. loud, optimistic, outgoing)
    Appearance: Pictures or description allowed. Or both.
    Their "Ideal" Person: What they'd sound like, look like, act like, etc. This is to be private and only shared with me(for now)!
    History: Optional(though I would like to know a few minor details- their living situation, where they work/go to school)



    The Circus used to be a safe haven for those outside the norm. A place where those who didn't quite fit in- The magical, the supernatural, the 'freaks', as others would call them. A place where humans would think nothing strange of them, just another trick, just another performance. It was something magical, something strange to those who were normal; Something special, something safe to those who weren't.

    But that has changed.

    The year is 1884. A string of disappearances has the circus on edge, though the normal people are completely unaware as to what's going on, turning an almost supernaturally unaware blind eye to this. But the circus knows, and as one of their own have recently disappeared, stress levels and paranoia is high, even as they try to keep their guests content and unaware.

    Those outside of the circus that know what's going on perhaps suspect them; Or perhaps they want the protection. Either way, the circus must stop it before it becomes too late... For all of them.



    Character Sheet

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    Place in the Circus:


    My Characters

    Real Name: Petunia Williams
    Nickname/Title: Pippa the Bright

    Age: 22
    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Lesbian
    Place in the Circus: She works as a magician on stage, her 'illusions' impossible to tell if real or fake from any angle, no matter how close- But I assure you, they're very, very real. She plays with monochromes and bursts of colors- especially red, or blue-green, which matches her wonderfully- in her acts, and the different effects of shadow and light.
    Personality: To describe her in three words; Curious, ambitious, and nervous. She's always trying to find more about others, things, or even herself- Her own powers, especially, always trying to push the limits- As often as it makes her crash from low energy. She's aiming for being the best magician there is, even better than those in the circus before her, but she still has a long way to go. And while she tries to be friendly, she's always a bit suspicious about the people who come to the circus and actually talk to her- She doesn't trust them very much, suspecting they have an ulterior motive, even though there's nothing to suggest that about any of them. She's almost always humming a tune, much to the irritation of others; While her voice isn't bad, it does get irritating to hear her hum the same song over, and over, and over again to most people.
    Appearance: Image. She favors whites and blacks in her attire, with no color except for her red hair and blue-green eyes. Her hair is quite puffy and curly naturally, but she's unable to tame it, even with her own magic. Freckles cover her face, shoulders, and chest, although the latter two you would never see, as she's practically always wearing long-sleeves, as her skin burns easily under the sunlight. She wears no visible charms, and her clothes tend to be a patchwork of white or black, although they always come together beautifully in the end. Her skin is fair and clear, other than the freckles that dot her along her cheeks and nose, no visible marks or scars, unless she's performing.

    When she performs, she dons a top hat of the color of clothes she chose to wear that day, and her makeup is done simply; Fake eyelashes on the bottom, mascara on the top, light blush and a small bit of red lipstick to make her look almost doll-like.
    Abilities: She's a magician, working with manipulating what's around her, for the most part; Changing paper to birds that flutter around without the need of wind, moving the heads of wooden animals without so much as a crack, and making different colors appear on what was previously white or black. She's also able to manipulate shadows and the light, but not to any huge extent; She can make 'shadow puppets' that move on their own, or change where a light source is coming from. Her limits come in where, for example, she cannot create something out of nothing, or if there was one plank of wood, she could not make an entire bridge out of it. She works with what already exists, and cannot make new parts herself, while she can alter them.
    History: She's worked with the circus ever since she was young. Her father was a magician as well, and worked there originally. He met her mother on a trip, and they spent a night together; Then the mother discovered he had real magic, and threw him out, though no one ever believed what she said. When she discovered her child had strange abilities as well, around the age of three, she sent her daughter to the circus, and Petunia never heard from her mother again. Since then, she was trained for taking over her father's role so he could retire, though she's not yet nearly as good as he was. Still, she loves seeing the smile and awe on faces when she performs, and loves making people happy, so she plans to keep at it for years to come. But with the disappearances lately, that might be harder than she first imagined...
    Other: She views the circus as one big family, kind of.




    Real Name: Sage Jones
    Nickname/Title: Just simply "The Fortune-Teller"

    Age: 20
    Gender: (Trans)Male

    Sexuality: Bisexual
    Place in the Circus: Fortune Teller
    Personality: He's a very kind spirit, and is always looking to help others in any way he can. He's soft-spoken outside of his performances, and very nervous, typically keeping to himself and watching others from afar. He likes to aid behind the scenes, but as his powers lie in fortune-telling, he's not typically much help. Sage has a speech impairment in which he stammers or repeats words quite frequently, but he manages to subdue this during his performances... Somehow.
    Appearance: He has short, mildly curly brown hair, and large hazel eyes; His skin is a tawny beige, and he has a splattering of freckles across his shoulders. He tends to end up wearing comfortable clothes outside of performances, woolen sweaters and sweats, but during performances, wears very fine velvet dress-shirts, typically grey, and black dress pants. Occasionally, he'll add on thin white gloves made of a fine silk. He has multiple pouches at his waist, each made of faux leather and lined with silk on the inside, to hold his fortune-telling objects when he's on the move, as he doesn't like leaving them alone; He wears this even outside of his performing. He's of a more slender build, average height, and a bit thinner than average, but not majorly so.
    Abilities: He's been trained as a ringmaster, and has the ability to project his voice more than is natural- However, his true talent lies with fortune telling, whether it be crystal balls, tarot cards, pendulums, oracle cards, runecasting- You name it, he can learn it, and get to be fairly accurate. He doesn't like doing fortunes for those in the circus, though, as their futures are a bit more confusing to him.
    History: As his father is the current ringmaster, he's been raised within the circus walls, learning the people, the show, etc cetera; He's never known anything outside the circus. He realized he was trans at a young age, and the circus was supportive, finding a doctor to perform top surgery on him once he turned 18. He chose to decline the position of ringmaster after discovering the fortune-telling position. He had a gift for it, and he loves it so.
    Other: N/A




    Real Name: Simone Martin
    Nickname/Title: Trickster

    Age: 23
    Gender: Nonbinary(They/them)

    Sexuality: Pansexual
    Place in the Circus: Clown
    Personality: Simone is a kind young adult, speaking quite formally, though a tad on the shyer side. He warms up fairly easily, though, and is an incredibly loyal friend to have. When as Trickster, though, they're very playful, playing harmless pranks and telling jokes on others- It's quite a change from their usual self.
    Appearance: In their costume, they wear a half red, half yellow outfit, split vertically down the middle, separating the two colors with a row of blue buttons down the front, ending at their waist. White ruffles surround their neck, white gloves and large white clown shoes matching the ruffles. They wear a bright red clown nose, blue eyes peering out above it, and a bright yellow, thin ponytail hanging down, a red and yellow jester-like hat on their head. They stand at 5'6" tall, and the extra padding in the clown costume makes them look a bit bigger than they really are. A black diamond is around each eye, and their skin is all pale, too pale to be natural, bringing out the bright red lips and red nose and black diamonds wonderfully.

    They're completely different outside of their costume, and rarely seen out of it; It's unlikely anyone would recognize them. While their eyes are still a vibrant blue, their hair fades to a dark brown, and they're very thin, almost sickly so. They favor more formal clothes, dress shirts and black pants and black shoes. They're still sickly pale, but not so much as they are when they're a clown; It's not so unnatural, just makes it look like they've never seen the sun. They carry a parasol around, playing up the illusion that their skin is pale from lack of sunlight. Occasionally, they'll trade out the dress pants for a black skirt, but it's not too often.
    Abilities: As long as they don't pass out, lose too much blood, or nothing vital is hit, any injury on them will heal, taking from a few minutes to a few days. This makes them a perfect target for learning how to throw knives, as long as they wear protection on their chest and neck. Not that they're fond of sharp objects flying at them, but, hey, they'll take what they can get! This also lets them get away with more risky performances.
    History: At a young age, they had gotten into an accident, revealing their abilities. They lived in a very rural area, so it wasn't very widespread knowledge, but many people there were superstitious and shunned them for being like that. The circus took them in after learning of their abilities, training them as a simple clown.
    Other: N/A




    Lycanious' Characters

    Real Name: Violet Carbello
    Nickname/Title: Miss Direction, Vi

    Age: 24
    Gender: Female

    Sexuality: Panromantic Asexual
    Place in the Circus: Back-up Ringleader, depending on the dominate language of the region they are currently touring in. Unofficially deals with Public Relations as well.
    Personality: With her cheerful nature, high energy and melodramatic tendencies Violet feels the most at home in front of a captivated audience. She adores visitors to the circus grounds, typically welcoming them with open arms and offering impromptu tours of the area despite the mixed reception from her fellow performers. Some think of it as foolish naivety, but she insists that it’s far more important to be well-informed on local events and the opinions of the people around them. Violet reads people well, and claims that if someone had ill intentions towards her or the circus she would know.
    Appearance: Violet is tall, lanky, and generally towers over the average guest. Despite her intimidating height though she is known to have a warm expression and is otherwise very welcoming upon first appearances. Her natural eye colour is dark-brown, almost black, but on stage it is a bright and vibrant shade of purple thanks to an illusionary enchantment on her hat. Mahogany hair is long and wavy, though off-stage she tends to keep it tied back off of her face.

    As a presenter Violet prefers an elaborate approach to her costumes and often opts for an eye-catching tailcoat and her favourite top-hat. She has a definite fondness for the colour purple and will inevitably incorporate it into any costume she wears for the circus.
    Abilities: Violet describes herself as an ‘omnilinguist’, someone who is able to recognise patterns in speech with just a short conversation or by reading a paragraph or two. With further exposure she can completely master a language within a few hours. If her claims are to be believed she currently knows 30 distinct languages and is always looking out for more obscure ones to absorb. This ability also extends to animals, though she is mostly limited to reading and projecting vague concepts and often claims that it’s not as useful as people might think.
    History: Violet was born into the circus life to a fortune teller and, according to the posters surrounding them at the time, ‘the world’s tallest man’. Her mother was an empath but her father had no supernatural abilities to speak of, though Violet did inherit her considerable height from him. Growing up Violet was the only child among the members of her circus, so would strive to make friends with anyone she met at a similar age before they inevitably moved again. It was this behaviour that lead to the discovery of her linguistic abilities, as she would begin to have fluent conversations with visitors while her parents were still struggling with basic greetings. She otherwise spent much of her free time watching her make-shift family practice their routines and longing for a chance to appear on stage herself. They finally relented and let her have a small role as a magicians assistant, which had morphed into a translator for their ringleader and occasional replacement for one by the time her old circus had disbanded. Drawn to the rumours of more beings with unusual powers, she joined the current circus soon after at the age of 18 and has been touring with them ever since.
    Other: Her job as ringleader is only the theatrical sense, and she has little say over administrative issues behind the scenes.




    Real Name: Arthur Wallace
    Nickname/Title: Arthur the Adequate, Artie

    Age: 21
    Gender: Male

    Sexuality: Homosexual
    Place in the Circus: Various object manipulation acts, mostly involving juggling or knife-tossing. He tends towards comedy, but has a few more serious routines depending on the crowd.
    Personality: The general consensus with Arthur is that despite his comedic performances he's a bit of a grump off-stage. Anxiety is common for him, and he does his best to bury it under a heavy layer of sarcasm or avoidance of whatever is causing it which can make him difficult to get along with. Even when relaxed he tends to keep to himself in his leisure hours, curled up in a tent somewhere with a book or a set of paints.
    Appearance: Arthur is of average build, perhaps a little on the short side. His light-blonde hair is short, cherub-like and only needs the slightest breeze to become a mess of tangles so he often hides it under a hat. He has blue-grey eyes, but also a mild case of near-sightedness so they’re typically hidden behind a set of glasses. For his costume he isn’t picky, usually conforming to the style of anyone he is performing alongside of. He does however have a fondness for pastels, particularly a light-blue tuxedo that he brought from home.
    Abilities: With a wave of his hand Arthur is able to generate portals to somewhere he affectionately refers to as a 'Pocket Dimension'. He describes it as a rather boring looking void, and as he insists that no one but himself should enter the portals most have to take his word for it. Its main usage is for storing items for him to access at will, a trick that Arthur likes to incorporate into his performances to make objects vanish and reappear. Teleportation is possible through his dimension if he opens up a new portal, but it requires him to be very familiar with the location and due to their constant travelling leaves him with few options.
    History: In regards to his early life Arthur has little to share, other than the fact that he grew up in a family of considerably influence and they haven’t really forgiven him for literally running off to the circus. Broke and starving he stumbled across the circus at the age of 16, where a few of the performers took pity on him and offered some food and place to spend the night in exchange for helping them sweep up the place. His abilities were discovered the next morning, when one of the acrobats caught him trying to unsuccessfully stuff a spare pillow and blanket into one of his portals. Fortunately for Arthur the intrigue over this ability outweighed the fact he was ‘borrowing’ a few things from them, and after some debate he was offered the opportunity to properly earn his keep as a stagehand. He has since been trained in a variety of juggling and throwing skills, using his portals pull off some seemingly impossible stunts with them.
    Other: N/A




    Real Name: Robin Lockwood
    Nickname/Title: N/A

    Age:  22
    Gender: Gender-Fluid (any pronoun)

    Sexuality: Pansexual
    Place in the Circus: Costume / Scenery Designer
    Personality: Polite and sociable, Robin is one of the friendlier member of the circus. They still treat complete strangers with some caution, but are quickly won over if they seem benign. Given their role in the circus though they don't tend to cross paths with people outside of the circus very often anyway unless they're visiting any local markets. Robin is very much a perfectionist and can have some obsessive tendencies, spending all day and long nights working on a project for the circus until they burn out from fatigue. They constantly need to be doing something useful and excel when it comes to multitasking, but quickly become bored and restless when there isn't much to do.
    Appearance: Robin is a little bit taller than average and rather slender. They have blue-green eyes, or more specifically one blue-green eye as the other is clouded over and blind. Some nasty-looking scarring runs along their left temple and over this eye, ending somewhere further down their cheek. They do their best to conceal the injury though with a heavy application of makeup and tinted glasses. Hair colour is difficult to pin-point, as they like to play around with dyes and wigs a lot to see what kind of combinations it forms with what they're wearing. Currently it's pure-white and sits at shoulder height. While Robin does not have a distinct costume, as they rarely appear on stage, they still wander the grounds from time-to-time during visiting hours and will use it as an opportunity to get constructive criticism or just blatantly show off a new style that they're proud of. Outside of work hours though (of which there are few) they can be surprisingly plain, opting for a simple buttoned shirt and pants with some well-shined boots.
    Abilities: Robin is a telekinetic, but their strength lies in the number of objects they are able to move at a time. They find it difficult to lift anything beyond what they are physically capable of, but can have dozens and dozens of tiny objects whirling around them and seemingly keep track of the movements of each one.
    History: Robin comes from a long line of respected seamstresses, tailors and dressmakers and happily trained for a similar profession at an early age. They don't speak a lot about their early life, but when they do it's with fond memories of their family and they seem keen to visit them again some day. Telekinesis and other related abilities ran in the family, so Robin's ability was evident from an early age and there was always a rumour or two floating around about witchcraft towards them or their relatives. Though reluctant to talk about it, the scarring on their face seems to be related to that accusation. Rather than running off to the circus, the circus actually found them as they wandered through Robin's town one morning. They were in need of some urgent and extensive costume repairs for a show that night, and had followed the local gossip of 'magic tailors' to their family-owned store. After Robin, their parents, and their siblings worked tirelessly through the day to reach the deadline the circus claimed it was in-debt to them and offered a job to everyone there. 19 year old Robin was the one to take them up on the offer, and has been touring with them ever since.
    Other: N/A

  18. Ella, at that point, was pale, and staring off to the side of the tent. But it wasn't the appearance of Bec's change that had scared her. No, it was the fact that she had screamed that bothered her the most. After all, she had seen plenty of bodies in that condition before, but... Never were they alive. They would never scream.


    "...Appearance of a dead body attacked by wild dogs, screamed, ran away," came the quiet response as Ella closed her eyes, moving to cover them as well as she began to focus herself. She wasn't too disturbed, really, but it was the scream that kept echoing in her head. Something of fear. Something she knew that she may cause, with her alliances. Something that she didn't want to hear again, but felt like she'd hear for centuries.

  19. ((Ella, not Elin. Elin(thine) is the spider.))


    Ella was, well. Yes, she was somewhat miserable. She had spotted some... Rather large spider webs on the way there, and she knew that Elinthine had been following them. She was terrified that the spider would strike soon, but relaxed as the tarp was put up. The past few days had been chaotic, to say the least, and she was exhausted. Though not completely physically. She rose to get off, her legs aching, and stretched as she stepped off, the doctor looking up towards the sky with a heavy sigh.


    She didn't mind rain; It was pleasant, even. No, what she did mind was the fact that her body was stiff from how long they had all been sitting, and her body felt heavy and slow. So, ignoring the others for the time being, she did a few stretches, loosening her shoulders, hips, and legs from their painful stiffness.


    "Is there anything I should be doing?"




    "...Why don't we change the binding first?" came a quiet reply from the harpy, who rose and slowly approached, beginning to unwrap her leg. He winced at the scent of blood and the sight of it, moving to clean it, first, before wrapping it again. It didn't look as bad, at least. That was a good sign. He didn't know what to do if it wasn't getting better, honestly- Kimon was no doctor, and though he was familiar with injuries from trees, that didn't change the fact that he was worried for Alexa.


    "...We have to be careful."