Midsummer Shadows| OOC Thread

[Elsendor]

is sick. eff my life. I swear someone in the sky is out to keep me from ever writing again.

 

On the plus side, I made a new friend today.

 

Sorting out my life, trying to figure out where I really belong. Will hopefully be up to speed soon. Seriously. -headdesk-

[Mangaholic]

Yay blurbs! Yours is really long, Kira. o.o Just saying. That was the first thing I thought when I saw it. xP But I like it all the same.

 

Don't worry about a thing, Lily, except recovering from your fever. Besides, you're right. You won't fall behind at this rate. ^^

 

I'll get the link for the paragraph for you, Murder. It might be a bit helpful, though, if you get the profile one for me. Also, if you're still interested, you can still make that Winter hybrid you wanted to do. Considering how many people we've lost over time, I'm sure an extra one won't do any harm.

 

Sorry Odio! You were just gone for so long. I guess that means Gordon and Greg are still with us then, right? And yeah, that would be nice if you could two of those blurb things. Also, you'll have to post the profiles in the OoC thread, if you don't know that already.

 

Don't worry either, Nessie. Everyone has life problems. ^^ I'm still really busy. I just decided I should give up a bit of my time to sort things out here a bit. I don't know when my spring break is (/fail) but I'm pretty sure it's some time right before AP testing, so I'll probably be busy that week too. OTL

 

Anyways, I'll go put up the blurbs now.

 

ETA: NVM Murder. I got it. :]

Edited March 20, 2011 by Mangaholic

[Mangaholic]

Please retrieve your profiles here if you have not already.

 

~Summer Court~

 

Username: Key2Universe

 

Name: Sadine Leila Piromane

 

Gender: Female

 

Birthday: August 8, 1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Summer

 

Appearance: Sadine is just taller than average, thin, and willowy. She does not have a lot of curves, but it only enables her to move with more grace. Her hair is a bright orange-brown that has been getting more orange with each passing year. Her eyes are a dark golden color, like that of the Summer court.

 

No matter what time of year, Sadie always has a tan. The tan is a light golden color unless it is the summer time; then she gets a true golden tan in just a few days. During the winter, her features seem duller. Once it hits summer time, Sadie is vibrant. Her eyes and hair stand out more than any of her other features. She is 5'7, and weighs 132 pounds.

 

Personality: Sadie is generally impatient. Anyone who knows her will tell you that she hates to wait for anything. The only time she is qualified as patient is when she is dancing or practicing Shito-ryu, a style of martial arts. Once Sadie gets passionate about something, look out. She will argue you into the ground. Even if she's wrong, Sadie will stick to what she thinks because of her stubborn nature. Sadie is the kind of person who thinks fast and acts on impulse. She is all about action and getting things done, instead of spending loads of time thinking things out. Sadie is more irritable in the winter and cold, and more passionate in the summer time. Sadie has respect for those who practice any art or trade. Due to her upbringing, she is generally quick to judge, but she is a good judge of character. She knows who is backstabbing and who is likely to be loyal.

 

History: Sadine is originally from southern California. When she was young, her parents gave her the nickname Sadie, and it just stuck. The constant Cali sunlight and warmth made her less irritable and easier to deal with. Because her personality was softer and with the help of her parents money, Sadie was accepted into the "popular" crowd at her school. Around age 5, she began dancing and learning all styles of dance. At age 7, she was forced to study Shito-ryu by her worrisome parents who are never around. Her family is wealthy, encouraging Sadie's impatient nature and always funding her current passion. When these attacks and disappearances began, Sadie's parents were more worried than anyone else. Their worry was that because the town was small, Sadie could easily be targeted. They decided to move to New York City, as a more crowded city would mean less of a chance of their daughter being targeted. They reside in a penthouse apartment near Central Park. Throughout her years of competing, Sadie has gained national renown for her dancing. With regards to Shito-ryu, she has won most sparring competitions she has entered into.

 

Weaknesses:

1. Sadie is impatient. She can't wait for anything, except in learning dance or martial arts or anything of that sort.

2. Sadie is stubborn. She will not accept that she is wrong unless absolutely forced to.

3. She is rash. She will rush into a situation unprepared because of her rash nature.

4. It is not hard to irritate Sadie, in the winter especially. She is used to getting her way, thanks to her parents always giving her anything she wanted.

 

Skills:

1. Sadie has perseverance. She will work to the finish of any task, even if she is intensely irritated. She doesn't believe in giving up.

2. Sadie is graceful. She has wonderful reflexes, balance, and flexibility.

3. She is good at thinking quickly. Sadie can look at a situation and make a snap decision.

4. Sadie knows Shito-ryu. Shito-ryu is a style of martial arts that combines the power, grace, and defense of many martial arts techniques into one style.

 

Special Abilities: Sadie is a descendant of the IncendiaPresul faeries of the Summer court. Now, she is good at dancing and has an abnormal fixation with fire. Also, the temperature tends to rise when she gets angry or passionate. She also is completely content in the hottest weather.

 

Unique Color: firebrick

 

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~Winter Court~

 

Username: Rosella Surmane

 

Name: Varianne Addelane

 

Gender: Female

 

Birthday: 12 February 1994

 

Age: 16

 

Court: Winter Court

 

Appearance: Because of her liking towards exercising, Varianne now has a lean figure. Although she is lean, she wouldn’t strike anyone as muscular immediately, which she finds quite irritable since she assumes people would feel more intimidated, though she would not openly admit that. Despite the fact that she is part winter fey, her complexion is not notably pale. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Her straight jet-black hair is often tied high on her head and falls just past her nape. The way her steely blue eyes slant gives a somewhat feline-like feature to her face. With her angular cheekbones and brows drawn together, she normally looks like one who should not to be messed with, especially when her lips are drawn into a thin line.

 

Unlike most females around the world, Varianne does not enjoy dresses or skirts, keeping to the belief that they are labels for weak, dainty females. Only when it is unnecessary to avoid them would she grudgingly put them on. She often outfits herself with clothes suitable for a jog through Central Park, which is often where she’s at.

 

Personality: Harsh but truthful, Varianne does not particularly mind if she hurts someone’s feelings while spurting something. She is a believer in ‘the truth hurts’ as well as that honesty and not beating around the bush often lessens complications. She also often speaks curtly, as though she is regardless of the receiver’s wellbeing or anything to do with them, although that is often not true. Having a rather short temper, she often directs harsh words though she never lashes out harmfully. She believes that, unless the other means physical harm, lashing out with a fist to the face is a sign of weakness so she often restrains herself until the other shows signs of harmful intentions.

 

She doesn’t trust easily. Even if someone came up to her and greet her sweetly, she would regard them warily. She learned from her mother that even the person you trust and love most can let you down unexpectedly without any form of explanation. For someone to be her friend, it is probable that they would have to be quite persistent, not that many bothered with that after a while. Also, her pride and love for dignity doesn’t help a lot.

 

Although she may seem extremely aloof to even friends, she does care for them. In her high school, the food chain is tough, and to survive, she figured she would go with the description of ‘that emotionless block of ice’. Besides, her only friend would seem like a harder target since she hung out with an ‘iceberg.’ However, when a friend is in great need, her barriers fall and she would come to their aid.

 

One thing Varianne loves other than Central Park is jogging in Central Park on a cool windy day. When she moves rhythmically, her mind will be often cleared and thinking would come easier to her. She especially likes the cold, and loves winter for a reason she has yet to fathom. She guessed it is because the cool weather is relaxing. That compared with the heat is normally infuriating and she has the tendencies to get more hot-headed then. She easily figures that she hates the heat because it is just what it is.

 

History: Varianne had never met or heard from her father before. The few times she asked her mother about him, she had told Varianne they had loved and cherished each other more than anything else in the world. Then just a couple months before their first baby was due, he had left mysteriously under unknown reasons, without even a note of goodbye. He even took nearly half of the money they had with him.

 

Whenever she thought about how her father just left them, without any warning and taking nearly half of the wealth they had, the seething well of hatred would remind of her its presence. Because it started at a young age, it probably grew to be a part of her cold distant personality.

 

Before she knew it, she begun to grow distant from her mother as well, though that does not mean she dislikes her. She simply spent less time with her mother and their warm stuffy apartment.

 

At the age of ten, Varianne met Carey. Because she wasn’t as closed up as she is now, it wasn’t long or much effort on Carey’s part before they became best friends. So far, Carey seems to be the only one Varianne ever opens up to, including her mother.

 

While playing dodgeball in school one day, Varianne discovered that her head was clear from the rythmical movement. Although she tried to drag Carey with her to have a jog at Central park, her friend had soon ran out of breath, so she just goes alone most of the time.

 

Varianne also stayed over at Carey's house quite often, sometimes even sleeping over. Because of that, her mother was never really worried when her daughter did not return home for the day.

 

Weaknesses: Her pride and dignity. If there’s anything that disturbs her more than some physical attempt at harming her, it would be insults. She can take critique but she just can’t take those. If someone insulted her by saying she can’t do it, she would try to prove them wrong unless it’s absolute suicide.

 

Her big mouth which she often doesn’t bother to rein in caused her much trouble in the past and it’s unlikely that that will change soon. Whether it’s a fellow student, a teacher or someone out on the streets, she will speak her mind, sometimes even when no one is asking for it. The fact that she is brutally honest doesn’t help.

 

She is a somewhat hot-tempered person on a regular basis; the heat would only make things worst. She really, really cannot stand the heat. If she doesn’t get shade on a particularly hot day, it will drive her mad and she will start snapping especially much. And although she does not know this yet, her powers are virtually useless against with a Summer hybrid.

 

She isn’t the brightest person out there. And although she isn’t excruciatingly dumb, she does take a much longer time to gain knowledge through papers and words. She just really doesn’t have a stomach for that sort of ‘maddeningly dull’ method.

 

Skills: Because of her regular jogs in Central Park, Varianne is always in shape though she isn’t a particularly strong muscular individual. She is pretty nimble and quick when she wants to. She has never taken any classes before, so she isn’t a skilled fighter, but that does not mean she can’t deliver hard punches and clumsy kicks.

 

Although she may not be good in combat compared with some as she lacks technique, she is certainly an exceptional runner.

 

She learns exceptionally fast when lessons are conveyed through actions, meaning she could actually learn to fight and master her abilities if someone taught her or if she had enough reasons to fight for survival.

 

She has considerably acute senses. Not only can she pick up slight sounds, she is able to tell when a person might act out or when a half-decent liar is making his move.

 

 

Special Abilities: As a distant relative of a Wraithing, she has the ability to stir falling snow and turning it into an annoying flurry. She has the ability to slowly cool down heated things when they come in contact with her, not that she would favor the idea a lot. She has yet to discover that she can also manipulate the temperature in a room by a degree of two, though it is likely she would have trouble figuring the mechanisms of this one. If the water is cold enough, she is able to turn it into ice with just a little contact. Every now and then, she may discover a new way of using her powers. Her ability over the element is in its prime during midwinter.

 

Unique Color: Powder-blue

 

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Username: Odio

 

Name: Gordon White

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: December 21, 1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Winter Court

 

Appearance: He is somewhat tall, but not overly so, standing at 5'9", and he has the long and lean limbs of a practiced athlete. His hair is maybe a few inches long, about ear-length. It's just long enough to be considered 'shaggy,' but not enough to be girly. It's a habit of his to sweep it back or to the side. That's his conceited aspect coming out - one might catch him playing with his hair or perfecting his appearance in the mirror.

 

He's packed with mischievous energy, being springy and swift. He's always been a sportsman, playing any sport he fancies, so long as it involves lots of physical activity. He might not always admit it, but he's a dancer, and a good one. He swims, he runs, and plays sports like basketball and soccer. He's practically an adrenaline-junkie. As for clothing, he's trendy. He always has the newest style, the freshest cut, the brightest colors, etc., from the most expensive brandnames.

 

Before the arrival of Midsummer's Eve, Gordon was blonde, tan, and slender. Since Midsummer's Eve, his hair and skin have turned a shockingly bright white, and his eyes a greyish blue. He looks a bit like a ghost.

 

 

Personality: At only sixteen, Gordon is still very youthful. Like any other teenager (or any other person, for that matter), he tends to think he knows everything. He's lucky enough, though, in that he can blame his naiveté on his youth and still get away with it. Due to this, he's no stranger to foot-in-mouth experiences, but they never slow him up or shrink his big head. Sometimes he says the wrong thing, and looks like an idiot, but he takes it all in stride.

 

Gordon has a positive humor about life, which would be expected of the son of a doctor, who's grown up in a privileged neighborhood in New York City. He's a city-slicker, trained to expect the unexpected by the City that Never Sleeps. Fun, for him, is what life is all about. He likes to laugh, even at himself. Adventure is his middle name, and he's not afraid of getting in some trouble if getting out of it looks like it might be a good challenge. Competition is his other middle name. He's not just an athlete, he's a winner. When he doesn't win - on those rare occasions, as he'd like to think - it can devastate him, but he's loathe to show it. Beneath his airy exterior, Gordon is actually very cunning and calculating.

 

History: Gordon has lived his entire life in New York City with his rich and doting parents. His mother and father say he's grown spoiled and a bit ungrateful, yet, like all overzealous parents, they make excuses for him. Lately, anything he does to make them mad is just chalked up to his "teen phase." For instance, school. School has never been much of a bother for him. He's never had perfect attendance, and he's never made straight A's, despite his competitive nature, but he's always held his own, barely. School, to Gordon, is a boring waste of time, but one of those necessary evils. For the past year or two, though, he's been getting some bad ideas, running with the wrong crowd. "His truancy problem has gotten way out of hand!" his last science teacher would lambast to his parents. He'd charm the shoes off of the administration, though, by making the best of his detentions, and refusing to acknowledge them as punishment. Gordon isn't a bad kid or student; he just has a little too much fun. All-in-all, he's led an easy life, helped along by his parents' ever-full bank accounts and his own daring attitude.

 

Weaknesses:

- He's somewhat greedy. Sometimes, it can make him come across as shifty or shady.

- He can be a little too cavalier, and that's gotten him in trouble.

- He's notoriously mischievous. It's brought him fame and misfortune, as he's popular for his antics among his peers but unwelcomed by authority figures.

- He gets caught up in the here and now, especially during competitions, and forgets about the big picture.

 

Skills:

- He's smart with money, and he's a fast talker.

- He's athletically gifted. He moves with grace and confidence.

- He's adept at winning people over.

- He doesn't bog himself down in the details of matters, and doesn't let life get him down.

 

Special Abilities: Gordon carries the blood of the white Wraithings in his veins. He has the power of the Faeries of the Winter Court, but they take effect in the particular fashion of the Wraithing Faeries, who are infamous for the snow flurries they carry with them. His powers first manifest as a cold aura, but he soon develops them to include manipulation of moisture in the air a short radius around him. His cold aura lowers the temperature around him, and he can manipulate the water vapor into snow or sleet, or, in times of great emotion or focus, hail and ice.

 

Unique Color: steelblue

 

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Username: Elsendor

 

Name: Concord Avon Edan Aduviri (His carries his mother’s surname, not his father’s.)

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: August 22,1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Winter

 

 

Appearance: Welsh on his father’s side and part Irish, part Native American on his mother’s, Concord would have seemed an oddity in the years before contact lenses and dyed hair. He resembles his father’s ancestors more strongly, yet the subtler native influences give him a somewhat exotic appearance. His large eyes are a startling green that stands out oddly against the soft mocha shade of his skin. When he is upset they take on a grey-green cast, and when he relaxes they seem to clear to the pale green of new growth. His hair, at least, is natural to his skin tone, coal black, falling from a jagged widow’s peak to about ear length and somewhat old-fashioned in style. An ornate butterfly’s wing spreads across the left side of his face, seemingly a tattoo at first glance. A second look will reveal it to be a cruel scar, the lines clean and thin as if made by a razor. Only the soft blue and white tinge of the butterfly is tattooed. Slender tendrils of scars brushed with green peep up from under his shirt collar, scarcely visible as they twine about his throat. He is a little on the small side, standing about 5’3” and weighing scarcely 120 lbs.

 

He is not overly concerned about his appearance, yet neither is he slovenly. Concord typically dresses casually, in a print T-shirt over a plain long-sleeved one, oversized blue jeans, black or grey Converse All-Star Chucks or skate shoes, and a black oversized hoodie patterned in blue. Black fingerless gloves extend up past his wrists, partially obscured by a pair of wrist braces. Occasionally he may wear a formal dress shirt. A slender necklace of white gold circles his neck and disappears into his shirt, the pendant out of sight (the pendant is a forget-me-not preserved in a droplet of glass, once belonging to his mother). He is seldom seen without headphones and his old iPod classic. Even when he is not using them they are present, circled around his neck and peeping from his back pocket. A small sapphire stud glitters on his left ear, not quite concealing the tiny Gaelic T scarred beneath it.

 

Concord seldom, if ever, wears short sleeves because of the strange, slightly disturbing scars that envelop his body. Those most frequently visible he has gotten coloured to soften their effect to that of tattoos, but most when seen are visible for what they are—the evidence of some sick abuse. Strange, arcane runes and forms stand out in slight relief from his skin, mingled in some places with subtle, stylized butterfly motifs. The back of his left hand bears the Gaelic word taibreamh for “dream” in ornate lettering, painfully inlaid into his skin in slender filaments of white gold. Its mate, the word múscail for “wake,” lies just below and to the left of the nape of his neck, half hidden by his hair. The Gaelic áilleacht, beauty, branded in his right palm, is matched by pian, pain, burned along the line of his left shoulder blade. Six other words are cut into his body, all paired and written in graceful Gaelic lettering that blends into the curves of his father’s handiwork.

 

The influence of his lesser-known ancestors has destroyed the Irish green eyes he is so proud of, turning them cobalt blue and streaking his black hair with the same blue shade. The blue turns a stormy grey shade when he is upset, and the clear blue of the sky right after heavy rain when he is at peace. When he is angry his irises are flecked with silver. His skin has gone from the healthy mocha tone of his mother to a very pale colour that completes the “emo” look that has overtaken his appearance. The exotic features of his face have grown strikingly more so and his ears are gradually acquiring telltale pointed tips, lending him a chillingly elfin appearance and whispering of the fey blood coursing through his veins. The silver tendrils associated with his race that have begun to surface when he is worked up have, oddly, followed the paths of his scars. As a result, his most hated reminders of his past often gain a soft silver glow.

 

 

Personality:

Over the years, Concord has cultivated a soft confidence in his manner that discourages concern and attention. He is a quiet soul who makes sure his existence is easily forgotten. He is careful not to appear vulnerable in any way. His feelings are carefully hidden behind a careless, cavalier front with a bitter touch of cynicism. The artificiality of his attitude and persona is subtle, coming across more as frustrating, unbreachable distance than as a plastic front. He often seems to be wrapped up with his own concerns, not very open or alert to those of others. Yet the mask is prone to slipping as the battles going on behind grow stronger.

 

There are subtle indicators in his demeanor, however, that hint that perhaps he is not as together as he pretends to be. He covers his scars thoroughly, noticeably so, even down to wearing an earring to cover the tiny rune on his ear, leaving exposed only what cannot reasonably be hidden. He is markedly reluctant to divulge anything of his past, and if pressed too far he will lash out with a vehemence completely out of character if one were only going by what he seems to be, similar to the ferocity of a wounded, cornered animal. He shies away from pain with a helplessness that is pathetic if seen—innocent teenage games of slapping and wrestling are hell to him, to the point that he cannot hide it. He is known for his refusal to fight over any issue, to surrender and be humiliated rather than be hurt. The emotional and psychological scars of his past are deeper than he knows, making him both more an adult and more a child than others his age.

 

Perhaps because of his past, Concord is a natural liar. Lies fly to his tongue without a thought, often more easily than truth, a habit as effortless as breathing and impossible to break. While he mostly employs this skill for cover, to smooth his false fronts, he can also hoodwink most people with minimal effort. This way with words also has a good side, in that he is beautifully expressive and a rather good writer. He can capture a fleeting sentiment or an unspoken longing with an aptitude rarely seen in one so young. His words carry power because they run so deep, and if he were to take the time to think of others more, they could even be useful. However, he is overly introspective, sadly focused on himself and the pain he went through. While his tendency to deep thought is a strength, it is also a weakness that cuts him off from others and hinders his ability to be of use.

 

Strangely, despite his cynicism and hollowness, there is a remarkably innocent sweetness in him as well. His mother’s sheltering influence when he was young kept him ignorant of many things and while under his father’s control he saw little that went on outside the classrooms at school. He is vulnerable as a child to the sting of verbal abuses and harsh judgments, and in many ways impressionable. The contrast between his bitterness and his innocence is a shocking, somewhat disturbing thing to witness.

 

The most obvious problem and most difficult to hide is his depression. He has not tried to acquire prescription medications for his condition because he fears revealing himself—without social security, without a government-documented identity—might deliver him to the custody of a foster home or worse, his father. Instead he depends street drugs—heroin, cocaine, and ecstasy. If he is unable to obtain the drugs he is addicted to he is rendered essentially useless, laid bare to depression and incapacitated by withdrawal. His attitude is unfailingly negative, going as far as suicidal if he is not careful. Music is an important part of his life—while he cannot play or write it, he has a deep appreciation for it that goes deeper than the musical experiences of most. It gives him something he cannot get elsewhere, something that helps him survive.

 

“Mama’s boy” does not begin to describe his love for his deceased mother. Losing her was the single explosive factor that destroyed his childhood, which up until then had been the happiest years he remembers. As a result he tends to associate his mother with everything angelic and good in the world with an obsession and loyalty that would lay him open to ridicule were it ever thrust into the open. As it is, he pursues everything his mother encouraged with a zeal that he does not really possess of himself, working with horses and writing, following as much as he can the dreams she used to help him follow. Perhaps because he was thrust into his father’s abuse so soon after he lost his mother, he never really had a chance to get over her death and is still, five years later, in his own odd sort of mourning. He also struggles with tremendous guilt over his mother’s death, half-certain it was his fault.

 

The strongest aspect of his being, however, is loyalty, strangely enough. He has a very, very difficult time developing friendships, but the relationships he does manage to build are treasured more than anything else in the world. Losing the most important person in his life was an agony that he must avoid experiencing again, no matter what the cost. His fear of pain, his past, his drug addiction, his depression, his false fronts, even his determination to follow in his mother’s footsteps—everything he is will be thrown out the door if that is what it takes to preserve those he loves and trusts. (As of yet, however, he has not been faced with such a situation.)

 

More recently the cool nature of his ancestors has tempered his rampant emotions somewhat, stabilizing him and helping him attain some measure of rationality. The cynical side of him has grown stronger, and he is gradually growing more bitter. He alternates dramatically between a tranquil appreciation for the things he loves and a depressed, isolated state.

 

 

History: Concord’s father was a radical artist—the kind that tackles enormous projects that take years to complete but last only weeks when exposed to the elements. He was a dark, passionate man who loved Concord’s mother to distraction. His mother was somewhat more conventional, painting flowers and landscapes; yet her work had an otherworldly feel to it, subtle so that no one could say what it was that made the paintings different, only that they were. When asked how she captured such an aura she replied lightly that there was “a little bit of the otherworldly” in her—more true than she ever knew. She was a quiet woman, but her gentle demeanor concealed a wild spirit that soared with eagles and thrived on the back of a horse. They constantly moved from place to place, depending on his father’s whim, but somehow they always drifted back towards the state of Montana, where the huge sky inspired his mother’s beautiful work.

 

His mother adored him, spoiling him shamefully and shamelessly and backing everything he took an interest in. Because of her love and support he was driven to succeed at everything, from school to sports to art. She instilled in him a love for reading and a reverence for his ancestors that would define much of his life, but she also supported his own individual fancies. When he was a Californian toddler set on becoming a ninja, she enrolled him in Tae Kwon Do and bought him a black costume and a very small katana. Later he learned knife fighting for the same reason. When he was eight and confessed his first crush on a girl from Florida, his mother taught him to dance. She explained what different coloured roses expressed and what sorts of flowers were best. At eleven he was a year into The Lord of the Rings and flourishing in archery and horseback riding when his mother was killed on Midsummer’s Day in a New York train accident on the way home, shielding him from harm with her own body. His life was never the same again.

 

His father, who had been mostly absent for his art projects and never paid Concord much attention, blamed the child for his mother’s death. His hatred towards his son became a twisted sort of inspiration, as Concord became the medium for his next big project. For the next three years the boy was a canvas, his blood the paint. His father spent months in a penthouse basement in New York, with Concord hanging from the ceiling by his wrists while he cut breathtaking forms and symbols into his flesh, taking pictures while the blood still welled warm and dark and selling the haunting photos he took for a very high profit. Delicate tendrils of ivy entangled one limb, exotic runes circled his wrist, blossoming in red against smooth dark skin. He was careful not to cut too deep, allowing the wounds to heal over so he could start again with a blank canvas. To this day Concord bears the scars of his father’s last abuse, mostly hidden except for a butterfly wing that adorns the left side of his face and the slender tendrils on his neck. The pain he went through caused him to withdraw from the world, sinking into fantasies that he eventually began to write down. He found strange solace in ferreting out the right words to describe feelings, images, and ideas, and these descriptions took on a life of their own as poems.

 

When he was just fourteen his father completed his project. For the very last piece of the project his father was brutal, laying no restraint on himself as he gouged his aesthetic forms deep into his son’s body. It was a strange, otherworldy beauty he worked, vaguely resembling tribal tattoos but somehow more refined, more elegant, and even terrible. The last photos showed the blood dripping down, darker than his brown skin, half-obscuring curving lines and arcane motifs that whispered things beyond understanding. These are the scars Concord still bears, and fears. With no further need for his son, his hatred vented, his father dropped him off in front of an orphanage. Concord never saw him again. He was left terribly scarred, but it was the emotional scars that cut deeper, and would last longer. He promptly ran away and, by a series of smooth lies and a few thefts, made his way back to his beloved state of Montana. It took months to gain a place in the small town he settled in, especially with the questions and doubts raised by his independence at such an early age. He now has a steady job training horses at a respected stable there (risked every time he sneaks a horse out for a midnight ride), but one week each year he makes a pilgrimage to New York to pay his respects at his mother’s grave.

 

 

Weaknesses:

1. He is very withdrawn and slow to trust, slow to respond to kindness. His distance pushes people away so that it is difficult for him to make friends. He struggles with depression, alternating between drug-induced highs and crippling lows. He has been suicidal on more than one occasion. If he goes too long without a high he suffers severe withdrawal symptoms and is very vulnerable.

 

2. His fierce loyalty to those few he is close to goes beyond reason. He will do anything, suicidal or not, to protect the friends he has managed to keep. Without someone to restrain him he will throw his life away at the whim of a tyrant who holds any of his loved ones. This tendency is counterbalanced by his sensitivity to pain, which may overwhelm his finer feelings.

 

3. He has very bad wrists that have been known to go dead without warning, a lasting reminder of his past. He lives in constant fear of his body failing him, and the stress it causes him can be exhausting at times. The braces he wears are flexible in order to allow him the freedom of movement he wants, but that flexibility also means he is prone to overstraining and injuring himself.

 

4. He is extremely vulnerable to pain. Some mistakenly believe that after what he went through, it would be difficult to hurt him, that he would be numbed to it all; on the contrary, he seems to have a heightened sense for pain and suffering, and caves easily to avoid any further hurt. His hypersensitivity to pain is in constant battle with his loyalty to those closest to him, with mixed results.

 

5. Pride is an issue he is not even aware of. He doesn’t believe he has any pride left after the way his father hurt him, yet there is a different sort of pride in him—that of having survived what he did. He is completely confused when this pride gets between him and a friend because he does not even see it.

 

Skills:

1. Being raised by artists has endowed Concord with unusual skills, as he was encouraged to learn whatever he took an interest in. Many are only half-developed, however, having been cut short before he mastered them completely. He is a skilled archer, with excellent form and a better eye, though he could be much better with proper training.

 

2. Though he is not as competent with knives as with a longbow, he has taken classes in both Tae Kwon Do and knife combat and can defend himself in a pinch. He is beautiful in his movements and hard to touch—he has forced himself to be that way because of his weakness to pain.

 

3. He is a writer of short stories and poetry, and has a way with words. He can express feelings and ideas that some find difficult to put in words, and can also voice the fears of others. Writing is a passion of his that he has carefully fostered for years. He tends to rely on this skill more than those of combat, preferring to win people over rather than try and conquer them.

 

4. He is a very talented horseback rider, but as he has not had much training and opportunity to ride this skill has been largely dormant. Though he works around and trains horses at a fine stable, he has yet to be allowed to ride them.

 

5. He is a liar—this is more a double-edged sword. Lying is as natural as breathing to him, to the point that he does it without thinking. Most cannot understand and are hurt by his dishonesty, refusing to believe that he cannot entirely help himself. At the same time, his lies are indistinguishable from the rest of his speech—a useful skill.

 

Special Abilities: Since the onset of his fey characteristics Concord has begun to show hints of the eldritch. He shares a drop of blood with the Aurol of the Winter Court, and one drop is enough to change him dramatically. Besides his remarkably strong changes in appearance he has gained the ability to manipulate ice into whatever forms he pleases. For him this ability is more aesthetic than practically useful, but he will gradually learn to use effects such as prisms and mirrors to focus light and even weave bewitching illusions. He will later have a remarkable way with light (for a winter faerie) and will be able to draw light to himself as well as create it at the cost of his own energy and body heat. Unlike his ancestors, he is nowhere near invulnerable to cold; he is no more and no less tolerant of it than a typical human.

 

Unique Colour: royalblue

 

 

 

~Dark Court~

 

Username: Mangaholic

 

Name: Alina Aderyn Tomescu

 

Gender: Female

 

Birthday: February 13,1994

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Dark

 

Appearance: Alina is a rather tall, slender girl, standing at about 5’7 and weighing approximately 120 pounds. When loose, her dark hair streams from her head like a black river, reaching a little ways above her waist. However, being one who never really cared much about her hair, or even her appearance, she always ties it up in a slightly high ponytail. Her bangs are swept messily to the right, sometimes poking into her right eye. The only times she will actually leave her hair free to its flowing beauty are when her parents force her to or when it is wet, though don’t be fooled. It’s only her hair that is extremely pretty; her face doesn’t have much special about it, and her beauty is pretty much what one would consider to be average.

 

The features on Alina’s face are rather defined, despite the fact that she rarely ever uses make-up. Her eyes are jet black, seemingly empty and soulless. It is quite unnerving to stare into her eyes. Currently, her skin is pale, due to the change that her body has undergone. Still, her paleness doesn’t cause her to look anymore sickly than she already is. Her body is lean and muscular for a girl, which would be expected, considering the amount of time she spends playing sports outside. She has a faded scar high up on her right arm, one that can only been seen when she wears short-sleeves. The scar holds a deep, despairing memory that Alina would rather now talk about. On her upper back, she also has two large, black raven wings that reach a wingspan of a little over five feet. However, what’s different about her is that she can merge her wings into her body so that that they become an elaborate and strange tattoo, and she usually leaves them this way. Her nails are also longer and much sharper than normal human nails, so that they almost resemble bird talons.

 

Alina never cared about her clothing or her hair, like other girls did. On a warm day, she tends to wear a plain t-shirt or a spaghetti strap with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, while in the winter; she wears thick, hooded sweaters, usually gray or black in color. She has several pairs of shoes, but the only ones that she commonly wears are a pair of checkered gray-and-black Vans sneakers. She always has a silver pocket watch, complete with a chain, on her at all times, except when swimming, sleeping, etc. It once belonged to her brother, and she would go as far as killing to keep it safe.

 

 

 

Personality: Alina, being born in a rather mountainous state, loves hiking in the mountains and forests, as well as playing sports. As a result, she is very athletic and fast, at least on human terms. Of all animals, she loves birds the most, as she finds them the most interesting and with some species, the easiest to observe. Her favorite is the peregrine falcon, which she has seen a number of times in her Californian home. Of all indoor activities, she enjoys playing the guitar the most, as well as singing along to the songs she plays, though like her beauty, her voice is only average. She often spends hours locked up in her room, strumming distantly at the guitar strings, as she gazes into space, deeply lost in thought and memory.

 

Alina is a cool and rather distant person, the degree depending on how well she knows the person she is talking to. She is still cold at times toward her friends and family, but they let it slide, knowing that it is in her personality to be like that, especially after her brother’s untimely death. She often has random mood swings, being hyper and cheerful at one moment and then grim and sullen at the next. It is something that worries her friends and parents greatly, though they choose not to console her about it, knowing that it’ll only cause her to despair even more. Still, within this cold, forlorn girl lies someone extremely caring and warmhearted, though to a stranger, it would seem like she was the complete opposite, due to her pessimism and bluntness. To her, flattering does people more harm than good.

 

Despite being an average student who earns A’s and B’s, she is armed with an extremely sharp and quick tongue, ready to use it whenever someone close to her is insulted. She is clever and quick-witted, sometimes resulting in people having the belief that she is terribly rude. However, she is far more polite than many other teens of her age. She lies whenever needed, and is capable of lying smoothly, but she never breaks promises that she has sincerely made, no matter what. It is something that she takes a great deal of pride in.

 

 

History: Alina is of Romanian descent, but she was born in the state of California, where she and her older brother, Fane, developed their love for nature and hiking. About three or four years ago, they moved to New York City, where her father, a journalist, was offered a new job. Her mother stays at home, tending to the house. In December of 2009, the family went to the Rocky Mountains for vacation, and it was there that Fane was savagely mauled and killed by an enormous wolf. The event is something that Alina rarely talks about, and something that others refrain from mentioning, even if terrible curiosity burns within them. She was the only who witnessed Fane’s untimely death, as she keeps his prized possessions, which she deems as the most precious to her. Currently, Alina and her parents live in a small, cozy house with their American eagle dog, Elak.

 

Weaknesses: Alina, being mainly human, has plenty of human flaws. Her strange mood swings since the day of her brother’s death have caused those who don’t know her well to think that she is crazy and slightly mental, as she will often break down and start crying randomly. As a result, strangers tend to stay away from her, often making her feel even more miserable. In tears and despair, Alina often can’t think straight and will head straight for danger without realizing it.

 

Despite having an extremely powerful and painful punch, she would definitely lose against someone who knows any type of martial arts, as she knows none. Unfortunately, she will often refuse to lose and end up getting hurt a lot more.

 

Alina would be rendered utterly useless if someone managed to take hold of Fane’s pocket watch, since she would do everything in her power to keep it safe. After all, the watch is the one of the only things that she has left of her brother, and it would probably kill her spirit if she allowed it to be destroyed. Stealing the pocket watch would be the easiest, and cruelest, way to manipulate her.

 

Alina has a deep hatred for stereotypes and prejudice. Should she ever meet anyone who was racist, etc. she would immediately pick a fight with them, first with her sharp tongue and then with punches. Despite punching extremely hard and having some experience in fighting, she would most likely lose, as she would probably be outnumbered by a lot. If it wasn’t for her brother or her friends, she most likely would have died in some fight a long, long time ago.

 

Skills: Alina has several skills to make up for her flaws and vulnerabilities. For one thing, she packs an extremely powerful punch that could easily put a grown man to tears, as a result of her tom-boy past. Of course, her punches would only be useful against someone who knew nothing better than street fighting, but there aren’t that many people in New York City who know martial arts.

 

Alina is also highly skilled at fencing, for which she took classes for about three or four years ago. Being rather competitive with her brother, she practiced hours upon hours trying to perfect fencing in order to best Fane, and as a result, she has nearly mastered the art of fencing.

 

She is also a smooth liar, able to maintain a straight face throughout her entire web of lies. Only someone who truly knew her, like Fane, would be able to tell the difference between her truth and her lie. She is also capable of spinning a web of lies on a second’s notice, and her stories aren’t stupid and unbelievable.

 

She also possesses a sharp, quick tongue, and is adept at debating and arguing. If she tried hard enough, she could easily get what she wanted, as long as she doesn’t end up offending the person she is talking to. She won’t stand for an insult, and that’s when her tongue becomes the knife that stabs her in the back.

 

Special Abilities: Mixed in with her Romanian blood is the blood of the Brannachvar, the “raven people.” As a result, on Midsummer’s eve, her blue-gray eyes will darken until they become pitch black, something disturbing to look at when looking her in the eyes. Upon her back, she will have black, feathery wings, though what is different about her is that she can merge her wings into her body so that that they become an elaborate and strange tattoo. Her nails will grow longer and sharper, making it devastating for anyone she decides to claw or tear at, and she’ll soon find that she can understand what birds are singing of in their songs, as well as answering to them. It comes quite easily to her, in fact, as if she was just speaking English, and she is quite skilled at speaking the language of the birds. However, she also fails at transforming, unable to keep the form of a raven for longer than five minutes. In this time, she is only able to fly short distances, and if she is in the air when her time is up, she will probably fall to her death, or at least break a couple of bones. Hopefully, her mastery of the transformation skill will better over time…

 

Unique Color: Darkred

 

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Username: SandMessiah

Name: Clay " Soaring Eagle" Ness

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 16, 1994

Age:16

Court: Dark

 

Appearance: Clay is around 5'10 and weighs 160 pounds. He always wears a heavy, black hoodie and blue jeans. Attached to his hoodie are two black straps, which hold his spray paint. He also has a small backpack, which contains the rest of his tools he uses for his art. Underneath all of his clothes and tools, he has tanned skin and very short black hair. He also has gray eyes, which are devoid of any life. Underneath the bulk of his clothing and gear, he has a very fit body, and strong muscles as a result of the demanding physical exercise.

 

Personality: He is a resourceful guy, something that is needed if one wants to be a graffiti artist, but his cold and distant nature means he doesn't like to talk to people. He is considered by people to be a rebel at heart, often breaking the rules and the law. He may not seem like it, but he is passionate about his art, and is willing to defend it. He is also a loner, and prefers to be alone. Due to experience, he has some trust issues with people.

 

History: Clay was born in the Bronx of New York, where he lived for three years. Then, a territory dispute between two rival gangs erupted, which resulted in the death of his parents. He was placed in an orphanage, but ran away shortly from the orphanage because he hated it there. In an alleyway, he met a young man named Zax. He brought Clay with him to an abandoned warehouse, which was a base for "Heaven's Assassins", a graffiti group that was known for its graffiti in high places. They are also know for their gliders, which they use for their bombing runs. Their resources seem vast, due to the 'deals' they made with other warehouse owners. For the next seven years, Clay trained under them, leaving his mark on several lesser-known areas. It wasn’t until he was eleven did he do a daring bombing run. He managed to tag the Time Square's building in the cover of utter darkness. The words "Still Soaring High" and a picture of an Eagle in flight were visible to all who saw his 'art'. Ever since then, his work has became well-known with the public and the police, who call him "Soaring Eagle."

 

Weaknesses:

1: He often speaks without thinking, and insults those he fights with.

2: He breaks rules and laws without giving a second thought.

3: He gets ticked off easily, which leads him towards more...up close dealings.

4: Once he gets into a fight, he will not stop until either him or his foe is down.

 

Skills:

1: He is a Master of Jeet Kune Do, a martial art involving punches, kicks,

throws, blocks, and spin dodge maneuvers.

2: Because of his life on the streets, he is brave, and is never one to back down from a challenge.

3: He is incredibly acrobatic, able to reach the highest places with relative ease.

4: He is also stealthy, able to move past most people without alerting them to his position.

 

Special Abilities: He has Brannachvar in his blood, which grants him the ability to turn into a black raven and speak the language of the birds. There is even Warlock blood in his veins, but he can only use basic magic because the blood is not pure.

 

Unique Color: maroon

 

 

~Rose Court~

 

Username: Elsendor

 

Name: Ilsen “Sen” Jared Vimarrose

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: Februrary 17, 1994

 

Age: 16

 

Court: Rose Court

 

Appearance: Sen is small and lithe, bordering on scrawny, with a build nearer to that of a ten-year-old than a high school student of full sixteen years. His large, wondering eyes are an odd, soft grey-green shade, nicely complemented by a tousled crop of the wheat-gold hair inherited from his ancestors who first sailed from the Netherlands. His slightly lopsided smile is more earnest and friendly than handsome, his features open and honest. His skin is light and burns easily, with a storm of freckles about his nose and cheeks.

 

His style—or rather lack of it—speaks of a carefree spirit, but not a sloppy one. His clothing is neat and practical, presentable but not meant to impress. Sen favors khakis or the plain blue jeans that never seem to fit his undersized body, T-shirts in more or less varying shades and patterns of green, hoodies in cold weather, and a well-worn pair of bright red Converse chucks. A jade ouroboros pendant hangs around his neck from a black silk cord, passed down from generations back. He wears a silver watch on a wide, black leather strap that appears to be much newer than the watch itself.

 

Since the onset of his fey characteristics, his hair has turned a shocking dark green shade, soft but shot through with warm, bright streaks. His eyes are a bright, emerald green that better suits his bouncy personality and his light skin has turned a soft, light brown shade that mutes his freckles and makes the bright colours of his hair and eyes stand out all the more.

 

Personality: Sen is an accurate representation of his Rose Court ancestors, in that he is unfailingly carefree, lively—even hyper, at times. Catching him in a calm state is a considerable task even for his own family, let alone his friends and acquaintances. Incorrigible and downright irrepressible, he makes friends in a flash. Keeping them, however, is another matter. Somewhat capricious, he springs easily from one social group to another, inadvertently hurting feelings and breaking ties, hindering himself from a real, close friendship.

 

Easygoing and quick to forgive, he finds it difficult to understand when others are hurt and refuse his attempts to make amends. He is also ineffably curious, eager to poke his nose where it doesn’t belong and heedless of the consequences—“Curiosity killed the cat.” He is quite gullible and almost stubbornly naïve, believing that the more open he is to the world, the more opportunities will be available, both good and bad. Being stolen from three times and cheated more than once has not dampened his spirits in the least.

 

Surprisingly, Sen is somewhat proud and headstrong, insistent on his own ways. He does as he likes without fear of the consequences, even, at times, with a bold streak of rebellion. He fears deeps and darks and revels in highs and brights. Caving and diving are frightening, flying and climbing are exhilarating. He loves caffeine, cats, squirrels, and the outdoors.

 

Though he has a bright, active mind, he tends to avoid introspection, preferring to get outside and stay busy. Sometimes he’s stubborn enough about his airheaded way of living that it becomes something solid, a wall, a shield that speaks of something deeper. For the most part he seems completely comfortable with himself, but sometimes he seems somewhat needy, searching for approval. He alternates alarmingly between isolating himself and throwing himself into social activities.

 

History: Sen has led a fairly mundane life thus far, growing up in Manhattan with both his parents and a pet cat, slightly spoiled but not overly so. He enjoys the benefits of the upper middle class—a nice house, everything he needs and a fair amount of what he wants, a steady allowance, a good school district, everything a normal boy needs. He generally hasn’t caused his parents too much trouble, save the occasional prank or mishap. His family epitomizes the “perfect American family,” with a single child, two working parents, and a loving relationship between parents and child.

 

His father is an professor in electrical engineering, his mother an elementary school teacher, so between the two he has gotten all the help he needs in his education. He is a bright boy, earning mostly A’s and the occasional B, above average but not particularly exceptional. At school, he has always had a group of friends around him, and the fact that not a single person in that group has remained constant has not yet begun to bother either his parents or his counselor.

 

The existence of a counselor in his perfect little life is the result of a single event that occurred when he was eight. On the way home from his second day of third grade, Sen witnessed a teenage girl being raped and murdered. The killer spotted him, wide-eyed and so pale his freckles stood out like the pox, and chased after him. He would have been killed but for a troupe of alley cats that attacked the man and diverted him long enough for Sen to escape into a neighbor’s house. Each cat was one Sen had fed or rescued during the course of his young life. The killer, wanted for more than one such crime, was caught a week later and eventually executed, but the event has haunted the boy since. To the eyes of most he has recovered brilliantly, but his parents and his counselor occasionally glimpse a child more frightened by the ugliness in the world than he will ever admit.

 

Weaknesses: He can't swim very well and is afraid of deep and/or fast-flowing water. He also fears aquatic creatures (ex: fish, crustaceans, oceanic invertebrates, sharks, etc.) He has trouble remembering things, is impulsive, and has a short attention span. He is also easily distracted by things he considers to be pretty.

 

Skills: Sen is an excellent climber, whether it be rocks, trees, or buildings. He has an excellent sense of balance, is quite agile, and quick on his feet. He is good with his hands and inventive - if maybe a bit too much so, as he can get a bit out of control when he has an idea. He's quite alert to his surroundings, and has keen eyesight and hearing. He also has a rather astonishingly acute sense of taste.

 

Special Abilities: Sen is descended from a line of Florata. As a result, he can "communicate" with plants and obtain information from them about events that have happened within a certain distance of a plant.

 

Unique Color: darkgreen

 

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Edited March 30, 2011 by Mangaholic

[Mangaholic]

Accepted Characters Continued

 

 

Username: Dashidragon

 

Name: Lakshmi Penrose (Pronunciation: Lock-shmee)

 

Gender: Female

 

Birthday: August 3, 1993

 

Age: 16

 

Court: Rose Court

 

Appearance: Lakshmi is descended from Indian natives and so she has the characteristic appearance of someone from her race. She has light brown skin that is perhaps a bit lighter than most people of her background, but still very close. Also, she has flowing, wavy hair that reaches down to the small of her back. Often she will wear her hair in a braid, but she is prone to leaving it hang down when she is feeling lazy in the mornings.

 

She has deep brown eyes that might as well be black. It is impossible for anyone to see anything but two black orbs when they see her eyes, but despite this, there is always a cheerful gleam to her eyes, just as there is always a laugh ready to bubble up between her lips. Her face is long, and she has high cheekbones. This, along with her thin dainty nose, gives her a model-like appearance. Despite having a drop dead gorgeous looks, this beauty is perhaps not all that is cracked up to be. Her beauty makes her seem doll-like and fake. Her beauty, along with her ‘absentmindedness’ almost always conveys the image of her being just another pretty ditzy girl.

 

All of her is packed into an extremely small frame. Lakshmi stopped growing years ago and only measures around 4’ 9”. She pretty much has to stare up at the sky to talk to anyone because even short people tower over her. She is a lot tucked into a small body though. Although she doesn’t realize it, she knows just the right way to dress to make all the males in the room turn around and take a second glance. Even though she is the traditional beauty with narrow hips and a small chest, she knows how to show it off in a way that makes her just as appealing as any beautiful girl out there. Part of it may just be the easiness and gracefulness with which she conveys herself.

 

When she dresses, Lakshmi has a tendency to wear loud, bold colors that can almost be blinding. She isn’t scared to wear anything neon if she is in the mood. One of her favorite shirts is bright neon yellow. Spoiled to the very end, Lakshmi dresses in high end clothing from designer labels, but she really doesn’t care either way. She’d probably be just as successful finding something to suit her needs at a department store. One of her favorite ensembles to wear is a bright elaborate t-shirt, a jean miniskirt with brightly colored leggings underneath, and a pair of heals.

 

Personality: Lakshmi is a cheerful, bright, and optimistic individual, perhaps overly so. Her levels of positive enthusiasm can be choking. She always goes out of her way to make big shows of her happiness to everyone around her, which can range from random hugs to loud bouts of snorting laughter. Even though she is outgoing in showing her happiness, she is a strangely silent individual. Most of her emotion is conveyed through spontaneous outbursts of the nature above instead of through words.

 

Part of the reason she fails to speak often is because her mind is always wandering into fantasies. She can become enthralled into speechlessness by the vivid and beautiful images she can produce in her head. If not kept completely occupied, Lakshmi will slip into a daydream in a matter of seconds. Because she is almost always lost in her own head, Lakshmi has the tendency to not hear things the first time they are said. This is the reason so many people think she is ditsy. They have to repeat things at least twice before it finally penetrates into her brain.

 

Lakshmi almost always takes to a person at first introduction. She loves everyone, despite whether they are a pain or not. She doesn’t seem to notice the snippy remarks people make about her and continues to annoy her ‘friends’ into oblivion. There are few people out there who actually seem to like her outrageous enthusiasm, but most don’t have the heart to send her away. She is so joyful people can’t help but try and avoid making her sad for even a moment. Seeing Lakshmi down in the dumps would be as unbelievable and disheartening as if the sun had exploded in the sky and clouded the world in eternal darkness.

 

No one can be completely carefree though, even someone like Lakshmi. Because her own stupid trust and happiness, she once got into a situation that left quite a few skeletons in her closet. What happened to her left her with a terrible fear of being alone. If put in any situation where no one is around whom she knows personally, Lakshmi will literally fold up on herself and burst into tears. She depends upon the people she loves to be her anchor. Their mere presence makes her feel confident and happy. When someone walks in on her during one of her ‘crying fits’, she will suddenly shift courses by giggling nervously and wiping the tears from her eyes. She dislikes anyone seeing her when she is like that.

 

History: Lakshmi was born in India along with an identical twin sister. No one is quite sure whether she was an orphan or just abandoned, but she was found along with her sister in the streets. The couple that found them searched for their parents, but came up empty handed. Lakshmi and her sister, at this point only one year old, ended up in an orphanage. They were there for about a few months until a British couple became interested in adopting them. After all the proper paperwork was filed and all the procedures adhered to, Lakshmi and her sister were off to live in Britain by the time they were two years.

 

Lakshmi soon took to life in her new home. She even picked up a slight British accent from her new adoptive parents. Even from the time she was a young child, Lakshmi was always showing her enthusiasm. She became excited over the simplest things and there was always a laugh on her lips. Since her parents were unable to have children of their own, they babied their young adopted daughters. They spoiled them into oblivion, only adding to Lakshmi’s tendency to think that the world was and always would be perfect. The little girl developed a bold confidence that reflected this philosophy. Things that would have been frightening for other people were surprisingly easy for her.

 

Her parents tried to find ways to channel Lakshmi’s boundless energy, but just like a butterfly, she seemed to flit from one thing to the next. It was nigh impossible to keep her occupied with one activity for too long because she was always eager to move on to the next, or she just got lost in her head. Lakshmi’s parents were on the verge of thinking that their daughter could never be tamed when they enrolled her in a traditional Indian dancing class at a nearby studio. Lakshmi took to it like a fish to water. When she was dancing, she seemed a whole new person. She could think seriously and channel her energy into movements instead of spectacular displays. After dancing, Lakshmi always seems more present and in control. Her mind doesn’t wander aimlessly and she isn’t smiling her usually stupid grin.

 

The next few years passed in a blur. Before anyone knew it, Lakshmi and her sister were 11, and their adoptive parents were getting a divorce. The divorce didn’t affect Lakshmi as much as it did her sister, who was more serious and less cheerful. Lakshmi was able to hide her pain by laughing it off, but her sister was different. She went into a noticeable tailspin and from that moment on, she wasn’t quite the same. After the divorce was finalized, their father, Richard, was offered a job in New York City. Since it was his dream job, Richard couldn’t refuse. Both he and his ex-wife, Gertrude, agreed that they would have joint custody. Half of the year, Lakshmi and her sister would live in Britain and the other half, in New York.

 

The first time Lakshmi went to live with her father, she was completely enthralled by her new surroundings. The Americans seemed to find her quite the conundrum. It wasn’t everyday they met an Indian girl with a British accent. Because she was such a novelty, Lakshmi quickly fit in and made friends. The American culture, that of excess and pursuit of happiness, suited her personality. Before she knew it, she had become an American-minded Indian girl with a British accent. Her father jokingly called her ‘a cultural explosion of flavors’.

 

More time passed and Lakshmi became used to the bi-annual changing of residences. It didn’t matter where she was. Whether in Britain or America, she always managed to be happy, but her sister was another story. Adarsha, as she was named, hated the constant change. She yearned for the days when everyone was together as a family. Her sister was constantly sulking wherever they happened to be, but she always seemed a bit happier in Britain, her old childhood home. On the other hand, Lakshmi always seemed happier in American where her diversity was accepted and even loved.

 

Lakshmi was thirteen and living with her father when the worst happened. One day her sister was being particularly sulky, and so Lakshmi tried to cheer her up with forcing her into a shopping trip. Adarsha and Lakshmi walked to the nearest mall and spent a good few hours of sisterly time together until Lakshmi got caught up with talking to a friendly stranger. Lakshmi spent only five minutes gracing the stranger with her overenthusiastic personality before they discreetly ‘ran for the hills’. Unperturbed, a joyous Lakshmi tried to find her sister, who she had lost track of. She was nowhere to be found.

 

Lakshmi searched frantically for hours, but never saw a hide or hair of her sister. It had only taken five minutes for her sister to disappear from her life completely. While she searched, Lakshmi became more and more frantic. Eventually she hid in the bathroom and started crying. The few hours she spent in that bathroom crying her eyes out were the saddest and loneliest of her life. When the authorities finally tracked her down, she had reached the point where she was too frightened to speak. It was after this moment that Lakshmi could never stand to be alone again. Whenever she is, it brings back memories of those lonely few hours without anyone to comfort her and be her cornerstone.

 

The authorities searched for Adarsha, but she was never found. Eventually, as things tend to do, life moved on. Lakshmi never forgot her sister, but her cheerful nature wouldn’t allow her to be depressed and dwell on the past for long. She came to terms with what had happened and continued on with her life as an only child. After Adarsha disappeared, relations became strained to the breaking point between Richard and Gertrude. They both sued for permanent custody of Lakshmi thinking that they could take better care of their one remaining daughter. Both were determined what had happened to Adarsha wouldn’t happen to Lakshmi also.

 

Gertrude won the suit and Lakshmi was returned to her life in Britain, where she spent the rest of her teenage years, but she missed America desperately. It had become a part of her very fiber. She missed her father and all her old friends. It took a visible toll on her usual cheerfulness. Frightened at her daughter’s sudden shift in personality, Gertrude agreed that Lakshmi could visit her father for one week when she was sixteen. Ecstatic, Lakshmi thanked her mother and returned to her former home with her father in New York City. The trip is already working wonders. She is almost completely back to her old self.

 

Weaknesses:

- Lakshmi has a paralyzing fear of being alone.

- She doesn’t see danger coming before it has already passed.

- She can rarely take anything seriously.

- It can take something being repeated multiple times before it penetrates her skull.

- She can’t seem to get the hints dropped by other people that she is really annoying.

- She is naive to the true harsh nature of the world.

Skills:

- She has been taking traditional Indian dancing classes for a very long time and has a talent for it.

- She can see the best in everyone, even if they are a pain.

- She believes wholeheartedly in her friends and family.

- She believes that everything will work out in the end, despite what is occurring. Because of this, she can continue preserving through difficult circumstances with a smile and a laugh.

- She is in shape because of the hours of dance practice she puts into a day.

 

Special Abilities: Lakshmi has the ability to merge with plants. Once she does, she can control them, move their limbs, and make them grow on a whim. When she merges with a plant, she becomes attuned to its ‘inner thoughts’ and can ‘speak’ with it. If she merges with any plant for a long length of time, it will begin to thrive. Her powers come from being descended from L’oeillets.

 

Unique Color: mediumvioletred

 

 

 

~Sea Court~

 

Username: Skarx

Name: Sophia Leis

Gender: Female

Birthday: September 14, 1993

Age: Sixteen

Court: Sea Faerie

 

Appearance: She is 5’4 tall and rather simple in appearance. Her skin, which used to be of a healthier tone, now seems to have become paler as the year passed by, leaving her with the skin of someone who barely goes outside. It also tends to be a bit rough and dry. Her hair is a light brown color, but deep green locks of hair with a faint blue highlights have started to appear around her face and near the end of her long waist-length hair, sometimes coloring them all the way up to her shoulders. Her hair is her best feature, compared to her rather bland look, as they have a really soft feel and look to them. Her eyes are a deep blue color.

 

After her transformation, she now has really pale bluish skin and seagreen silky hair with a darker blue shade.

 

Her way of dressing is a simple as her appearance. She usually wears a sleeveless T-shirt with a light jacket over it and a simple long skirt that reaches to half of her legs. She wears shorts underneath her skirt in order to move as she wish. You can often see her with a pale green headband in her hair, especially on windy days. She only wears clothing in any shade of blue or green.

 

Personality: Sophia is usually good-natured and will try to get to know people around her, but she can easily become angry when someone she does not know or not enough for her own standard gets a little bit too close to her or her things. Because of this, she has had a hard time getting any friends. Let's just say that she has a reputation of being a violent girl with a foul mouth, having gotten the habit of insulting and hitting those who trespassed in her personal bubble. As long as her space and private rooms are left untouched by others she does not approve of, she can be really nice and caring. Still, she has always loved water and everything related to it. Seeing it dirtied makes her furious. She cannot stand spicy food, even if it's just a bit spicy.

 

History: She is from a small city near the sea. She is the oldest child of her family having two little brothers of 13 and 12 years old, who have learned never to go into her room. Her parents are caring people who always did their best to get by and help their child in whatever activities they liked. While both of her brothers are soccer players playing in their school team, she, on the other side, has found herself a talent and a passion for swimming. Sophia has trained herself to be a good swimmer and entered many competitions. She has won her school competition four times in a row, but never gotten further than that. Her family used to go fishing by the sea often, though they have never went far from the coast, keeping it in sight not to get lost. Thank to all this time passed fishing with her family, she is good at fishing and knows how to steer a boat. Last year though, for reasons probably related to the many people that had disappeared in their area, they move to New York. She was thankful that they still lived near water though. Her father had taught them how to throw knives for fun, in order to have a little competition amongst the family members from time to time.

 

Weaknesses:

-She is a rather frail person. While she is not weak, hits tend to do much damage on her.

-She often get in fights because of her temperament.

-She has a lot of pride and does not work that well with others.

-She has no sense of direction. She gets lost easily on land.

 

Skills:

-She is a really skilled swimmer.

-Thanks to her good intuition, she has some pretty quick reflexes.

-Thank to her swimming, she has a fair amount of stamina.

-She has learned the art of Taekwondo and she's good at throwing knives.

 

Special Abilities: Thank to her heritage she has control over water. Being a descendant of the kelpies, she has some limited transformation power and can take the form a greyish horse, as well as luring unwary people to dangerous places.

 

Unique Color: Midnightblue

 

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Username: myahoo

 

Name: Mark Soliandra

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: December 8, 1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Sea Court

 

Appearance: Mark stands at just about average, around 5’8’’, with slightly broad shoulders. His dark brown hair is kept neatly above his shoulders, and although he has green-gray eyes, rarely is the light just right to bring out the green. Those eyes are almond-shaped, thanks to his mother, but sharp and wary. From his father, he gets his tanned skin and his character. He normally wears gray jeans, a dark shirt, and a pair of white tennis shoes. A silver necklace can be seen around his neck and he normally keeps the pendant under his shirt.

 

Personality: Normally, he likes to stick to the background and listen to people. Friendly, but not overly so, he likes to make acquaintances and he keeps his secrets just that: secret. He is fiercely protective of his brother and the necklace he wears around his neck, and threatening either one is a sure way to ignite his anger. Although he doesn’t show it much, he does have a fiery temper, and if that fire turns to ice, he becomes ruthless.

 

On clear nights, he likes to sit on the roof of the orphanage he rooms at and stare up at the night sky as he thinks. It’s his favorite way to relax. The sound of the waves calms him, a leftover comfort from his time in San Francisco, and he loves just sitting with his brother. His trust is hard-earned and extremely difficult to earn twice. Any great offense given to him or his brother is remembered, and though it can be forgiven, it is never forgotten. Once a person earns his trust and loyalty, Mark will stick by their side through thick and thin.

 

History: Mark was the first-born of a young couple living in San Francisco. His father was a businessman; his mother, a teacher. Due to his mother’s influence, he began learning some martial arts and he reluctantly allowed the teachers to guide him. Eventually, his parents allowed him to practice on his own, but he never really mastered any form. He taught himself how to tie different types of knots and they visited the beach at least once a month. Swimming was a way to exercise and keep fit, but he loved trying to sneak around his neighborhood.

 

When he turned eight, his parents decided to move to New York for a change in scenery. A year later, his brother, Jason, was born on April 9. Mark and Jason became very close, despite the age difference, and they started doing everything together. When Mark was eleven and Jason was three, their parents were reported to have died in a car crash. Mark and Jason witnessed the event, but they never contested the story.

 

Now without their parents, both were sent to an orphanage, where they continue to live today. Several families tried to adopt Jason alone, since he was younger and cuter, but they always brought him back the next day. Jason made sure that he acted messy, rude, unmanageable, and a general nuisance, so the families would let him go back to his brother. Since then, Mark takes care of Jason, while Jason's presence reminds Mark to live in the present and not to dwell on the past.

 

Weaknesses:

- Mark only makes decisions that benefit himself and his brother.

- If his fiery temper or his chilling ruthlessness is unleashed, he doesn’t stop his actions until the offender has suitably paid, by his standards.

- He doesn’t forgive easily and remembers offenses for a long time.

- He keeps his guard up around everyone, except around those whom he trusts.

 

Skills:

- He knows a variety of knots that can be used for many purposes.

- Swimming and diving come naturally to him; he instinctively knows how best to propel himself in any direction.

- He is very good with children, due to large amounts of practice.

- When needed, he can be very patient, waiting without complaint for as long as he needs to.

 

Special Abilities: His ability to create fog is a direct result of his Pendukver blood. When he is in or around a body of water, he can cause fog to form above the water and hide him, while he escapes the situation or tries to turn it around. His fog can’t extend further than six feet in any direction and a strong breeze can disperse it. Besides that, he can’t do anything yet.

 

Unique Color: darkcyan

 

 

~Storm Court~

 

 

 

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~Thunder Court~

 

Username: Sesshia

 

Name: Evelyn Sarah Darke

 

Gender: Female

 

Birthday: April 21st, 1994

 

Age: 16

 

Court: Thunder Court

 

Appearance: Standing at your average 5’6 height, Evelyn has a thin stature. Her blue eyes are almond shaped and if you stare into them long enough, you can almost detect a faint trace of amber lining her irises. Her face is almost a perfect oval, with a pointed chin and high cheek bones. She usually sports a bronze dusting on her eyelids and maroon lipstick. Her hair, however, is a different story. It’s disheveled and tangly, long and uncombed. It’s a strange bleach-blond color on which she insists is natural, though the color she had at birth was a warm brown. She has dyed her hair with light blue streaks, as a compliment to her eyes. Her skin is extremely pale, almost a few shades lighter than her hair, and has been given some pretty cruel remarks on her appearance.

 

Her clothes are usually dark and gothic, in contrast to her maroon colored lips. She prefers ripped jeans and graphic shirts, as well as many chains.

 

Personality: Quick to snap at others, Evelyn was rather an intolerant child. Her temper only got worse over the years. She’s cool and distant to most people and refuses to accept them willingly; she’s more of a loner anyway. She’s a tomboy and enjoys most sports, hates shopping with a passion, and anything ‘cutesy’ in any sense.

 

Evelyn’s words are almost as sharp as her brain. She’s extremely smart and can even understand almost the hardest concepts. However, she looks down upon others and usually speaks so scathingly others don’t even attempt to give her a chance – because of this, she withdrew from most people. Despite her gifted intelligence, she wastes her capability by being lazy and not caring about school or otherwise, which shows in her failing grades.

 

She finds thunderstorms fascinating; she thinks of them as clashes of thoughts and the sounds seem like music to her.

 

She has a caring side, though she never shows it directly. Those few who are fortunate enough to be her friend understand her completely and know when she’s trying to comfort others, though it may come off as the complete opposite.

 

History: Evelyn was supposed to have a younger sister of two years, though she died of a miscarriage. As a result, her mother blamed herself and raising Evelyn became her Dad’s responsibility. She had lived her whole life in New York, though she never did quite follow the rush of the busy state. Instead, she took things at her own pace and developed a lazy aspect in life.

 

Right away, Evelyn showed promise. Her teachers all knew how smart she was; although she refused to do any activities to further exercise her brain. All of her classmates hated her – she was either too smart, or too much of a waste. She didn’t care about other people’s opinions on the outside. Inside, she felt much wounded and grew to be bitter and cold towards others, while maintaining that cool shell she hides in.

 

When Evelyn was only six, she returned home to learn her father had been killed by a stray bullet out in the streets. Evelyn withdrew even further from society, taking care of her mother and raising herself. She barely made enough money to buy food, let alone clothes, so she merely wore whatever she could find. All her teachers noticed a change in Evelyn and tried to force her into a gifted program, though she rebelled and was deemed a failure.

 

As years went by, she began to feel the loss of her Dad too much. She had no one to talk to and no one to rely on, becoming more and more less-trustworthy and angry. She’d snap at anyone who would try to poke the protective bubble she had put up around herself, and would ignore everyone else. To this day, she remains the same at sixteen years of age.

 

Weaknesses: Being called a failure will trigger residual memories in her brain, as well as any mention to her family that fell apart. She’ll break down or explode, either way, will become extremely angry and her powers will surge free.

 

She has almost no strength anywhere. She’s not physically strong and never bothered to develop any strength in any of her limbs.

 

That being said, when Evelyn is sick, she can be bedridden for weeks – also due to the fact there is almost no one anytime who can tend to her.

 

Her sharp tongue works both ways; she gets into many confrontations because of snide remarks she makes. She also has a furious temper, which can result into a fight right away.

 

Skills: Evelyn is very independent. She doesn’t need to work with others to achieve what a team could only wish to try. With her smarts and her own experience, she rarely relies on others to do things.

 

She is also very intelligent, and can figure out most situations without much thought.

 

Evelyn can read others like a book. After many years of practice, she can know what most people think about her right away – and they usually aren’t pleasant. She uses this skill to taunt others with her sharp tongue.

 

Finally, she is good with turning off people. Those who try to probe into her world or others, she can discourage right away with a few words here and there.

 

Special Abilities: Evelyn is very distantly related to the Labios Ra Thunder Fey. When aggravated, on in extreme emotion, Evelyn can trigger lightning bolts from her right hand, left also when she gets to a point of hysteria. They flicker and sparkle, making loud cackling noises she can’t control. They spread outwards from her fist and continue to expand, or she can thrust her hand into another being to make the sizzle with her powers.

 

In addition, she can also redirect oncoming lightning, though only altering its path by a few inches off its intended target.

 

 

Unique Color: Sandybrown

 

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Username: lilyice

 

Name: Kathy Olivia Carnday

 

Gender: Female

 

Birthday: February 26, 1994

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Thunder Court

 

Appearance: Quite petite in size for her age, Kathy stands at a mere height of 5’1”. Her body lacks the curves of other more developed teenaged girls of her age, but she has a healthy and strong build. Weighing no more than 110 pounds, at first glance, Kathy could easily be mistaken for a fifth grader.

 

Her big, round eyes, rimmed with thick double eyelids, usually give off an innocent aura. They are a light shade of auburn accompanied with emerald specks, though they’re known to turn amber at times. Slightly above are perfectly-kept eyebrows: two even, nice, and thin lines of black. She keeps her strawberry blonde hair short and cropped, in a somewhat spiky cut. They are lined with an overwhelming amount of bright purple highlights, which are apparently very fashionable with the crowd she’s in. Her rosy skin is fair and relatively smooth, save for the few dots of freckles that appear near the bridge of her nose and her cheekbone area.

 

Kathy’s clothing preference varies with her mood. She can usually be found in a pair of laid back sweats, topped with a tight fitting t-shirt or tank top from one of her favourite bands. She has both ears pierced, as well as one lip piercing on the right side of her bottom lip. As for make up, Kathy usually applies eyeliner to accentuate her already-large eyes, the pride of her features.

 

Personality: Kathy is mostly alone and aloof from everyone else. She’s quick to anger and difficult to please, though that’d be your last guess if only a simple glance was given. Because of her eyes, Kathy tends to give people the impression that she’s innocent and sweet. This, to her, is a double-edged sword – she doesn’t resent it, nor does she like it; she simply uses it. She uses it when needed, and to her advantage. The thought of danger excites her, and extreme weather – such as thunder and lightning – thrills her with a force she doesn’t quite understand herself. Her volatile nature surfaces readily, at random times.

 

By personality, Kathy is just a bit wild. She’s set on the right road, but it’s just taking her a little longer than it would’ve others. When her mood’s bad, she tends to throw stuff around and destroy things. However, she’s also protected other aloof little kids from bigger bullies. She’s the type to watch in the shadows, act, then disappear again without a word.

 

Kathy has a passion for music and rock bands. The only two close friends that she does have share similar traits. They’d go to concerts and performances together, scream until their throats were sore, get pulled with the crowd and into mosh pits, then afterwards crash at Kathy’s place, drinking to their hearts’ content. Kathy greatly despises indecisiveness. She can’t stand people who hesitate over a decision. The mere fact that people stutter when they talk sets her off and she’ll start getting very impatient, often making rude remarks and sharp retorts.

 

She also hates it with a passion when someone assumes that her name is short for Katherine, which, in fact, is not. Kathy is her full, legal name, and that’s what she wants everyone to call her by.

 

History: Kathy was born and raised in New York City, and therefore familiar with all its suburbs and alleyways. But perhaps “raised” wasn’t the most appropriate term to be used here. Her mother had been the heart of the family; the trunk of the tree that was holding it up. When she was eight, Kathy’s mother died due to a car accident. Her family broke apart. Her father, grieved and torn from his loss, sunk into a stupor and a state of depression so deep, there was no coming back. Without giving a thought to his three children, he locked himself in his room. Day in and day out, the only time he’d come out was to bring junk food and beer back into his room. It was a wonder to Kathy how he’s still alive.

 

So Kathy, age eight, was left alone to care for her two younger twin brothers, both five years of age. Finance wasn’t a problem, as Kathy’s paternal grandparents were both extremely rich and they sent the money that was needed. They had more than they need, in fact. But with no one to care for her and her brothers, Kathy took on the motherly role. However, she had no patience whatsoever. She found her younger siblings so infuriating at times that she wanted to strangle them. When she was frustrated, she developed the habit of destroying things and throwing them around.

 

Kathy borrowed cookbooks from the library, and scavenged for tips from her teachers, her neighbors, and later advisers and counselors from her high school. Despite all adults telling her to call the officials and inform them about her father, Kathy wouldn’t. Striving to do her best, Kathy became independent and matured for her age. When her brothers were old enough to understand better, they stopped causing her grief and tried to help out as best as they can to make the family work. Kathy appreciated this gesture, and grew rather attached to Jonathan and Jason.

 

Still, having no parents raising her up and caring for her in her teenaged years, Kathy began going to clubs and drinking with her two friends. She couldn’t care less about her grades, though they ensured her passing. Her attendance was just enough to allow her to pass as well, though she could do very well if she tried and participated. She was wild, but Kathy’s heart was and is always in the right place.

 

Weaknesses:

- Her size is undesirable if met with a much bigger opponent. Despite her physical strength, she can be easily restrained and captured.

- She snaps easily, without listening to reason. Kathy will often resort to rather physical solutions of a problem. She has many bruises on her body to prove that.

- Kathy is stubborn. She will keep to her argument even if she knows that she’s in the wrong. She will never back down unless the other party does so first.

- Kathy can’t stand being made to look weak and humiliated. If someone bettered her in a mouthing-off competition, or came back with a comeback she can’t counter, she’ll most likely give them a scar they won’t forget in awhile.

 

Skills:

- Kathy is manipulative. She knows how to get information she wants, and where to get it. She wouldn’t consider it low to do something that helps to achieve her goals in the end, such as using herself and others in ways that would make other people uncomfortable.

- She is also very determined and decisive. Once she sets her sights on something, there’s no going back. She doesn’t believe in looking back in the past or reminiscing. She’s proud to be someone who can say confidently that they’ve never regret anything they’ve done.

- Being a good gymnast, Kathy is flexible, agile, and light on her feet. She has also studied minimal amounts of karate and tae kwon do, plus some practice in the area of shooting a rifle.

- It may not look like it, but Kathy can be charismatic. She’s much of a tomboy, but she also has a sense of righteousness. She’s not afraid to help out when it’s needed of her. Her charisma often extends to both genders.

 

Special Abilities: A descendant from the Elekshaa, lightning-controlling Faeries of the Thunder Court, Kathy retains a little of their abilities. When she’s in close proximities with lamps, they’ll start to flicker on and off at times, though it stops after awhile. When she gets extremely mad or goes into hysteria, Kathy’s eyes will turn amber and the tips of her hair will send electric sparks, while being able to direct lighting bolts at targets. As her powers develop, she will inherit more of the Elekshaa’s abilities. Much like turning on a switch, she will be able to send currents of electricity throughout her entire body, making herself fully electrified. Anything that touches her will be zapped.

 

Unique Color: darkgoldenrod

 

 

~Mountain Court~

 

Name: Carlie Victor Dolostone (Carlie is actually short for Carlisle, but he hates how old fashioned that sounds, so he goes by Carlie. Sometimes he gets teased for having a feminine sounding name.)

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: September 25, 1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Mountain Court

 

Appearance: Carlie is a tall and imposing boy. He seems to tower over his peers at a respectable 6’ 2”. His height is accentuated by his unnatural skinniness. The saying "skin and bones" is an understatement when it comes to Carlie. His skin is a sickly white pallor reminiscent of chalk and the skin beneath his eyes looks bruised, tired, and purple. Although at one time he had a mop of curly brown curls, his head is completely shaved now. Even though he has the ability to grow hair, he refuses to let his curls grow back in.

 

His eyes are a deep, almost black brown. They are sunk deeply into his skull and give him a haunted appearance, but contrary to this, they often shine with a playful mischievousness that is impossible to contain. Carlie tends to lean toward darker color clothing, such as shades of brown and black. It really stands out against his chalky white skin. His bone structure hints at a chiseled masculine face that at one time might have been handsome, but all hopes of him being attractive are blown out of the water by his sickly appearance. People find it hard to see anything about him other then being sickly when they lay eyes on him. This very appearance has perhaps been the defining characteristic of his whole life.

 

Personality: Carlie is fiercely independent. He hates it when someone tries to help him or treats him in any other way then normal. He actually prefers things to be more difficult. He craves a good challenge and the opportunity to prove himself. One of his favorite things to do is to take on a dare. He has done everything from making out with a rock to going out in freezing weather in black silk pajama pants at the dares of his friends.

 

He genuinely believes that everyone thinks of him as incapable and weak. He can’t stand that. In his own mind, he considers himself stronger then everyone around him. Because of this, he has a tendency to look down on others and judge quickly, but he is capable of reworking his opinions…to some degree. It takes a lot of time and patience to bend his iron will and conclusions, but not impossible. Some of his better friends and his parents know how to get around the rough exterior to the more squishy and lovable interior. The definition of squishy and lovable pertaining to Carlie is probably a lot different then that of other people though.

 

Because he enjoys difficulty, he is prone to starting fights and other such things. He rarely watches his tongue and usually ends up with a good lashing because of it. He has been in the hospital as many times for fighting as he has for his other more serious health concerns. On the flip side though, this fiery temperament can be reigned in and transformed into passion. He can be fiercely proud and protective of anything he loves and will do anything to make sure it's safe. He’s known for dancing right into the lap of danger to protect others.

 

History: Carlie was born deep in the Rocky Mountains. He lived in a high altitude and absolutely loved it. His home was miles from the nearest town, which happened to only number fifty people. Carlie liked the quiet and the freedom of his home. His father, Greg, was much like him in this. They both loved the beauty of the mountains and spent endless time camping and fishing. During these trips, Carlie picked up all sorts of great tips and skills for outdoor survival. He actually became somewhat of an expert on the matter.

 

Carlie probably would have been content to live his life like this forever. He already had dreams of buying a remote cabin in the mountains and living off the land. He never aspired to be anything more then he was, because frankly, he considered himself perfect the way he was. He didn’t need money or a fancy car to be happy or content, but his happy life was shattered at the young age of twelve.

 

One day, he woke up and found a strange bruise on his stomach. He didn’t think much of it because he lived outside. He was always covered in scrapes and bruises. What he couldn’t figure out was how he got this one. He couldn’t ever remember hitting his stomach hard enough for it to bruise, but he shrugged it off. It didn’t cross his mind again until a few weeks later, when he realized the bruise still hadn’t faded away. He showed it to his mom, Hannah, but she shrugged it off too.

 

More time passed and Carlie realized he felt more tired then usual. He found he couldn’t run as far as he once had and he slept later then before, but once again, he shrugged it off. Ashamed at admitting weakness to his mother about the bruise, he didn’t tell anyone else his concerns either. It wasn’t until his thirteenth birthday had arrived and he was in the bathroom puking up blood instead of eating cake that he realized something was terribly wrong.

 

He didn’t immediately rush to his parents. He was still ashamed at showing weakness to their face, but he didn’t want to die either. That was pretty low on his list of to-dos. It took one whole day of paralyzing worry before he finally went to his mother and admitted to her what happened. Hannah, like most mothers, fearing for her child, rushed to him to the nearest hospital. The news was something no parent wants to hear.

 

After much poking of needles and other uncomfortable things, Carlie was diagnosed with leukemia. The whole family was devastated. Their whole life drastically changed. The family was forced to move out of their mountain home to the suburbs of New York City so that Carlie could be in closer proximity to hospital capable of treating his condition. Carlie was in a living hell. He would much rather die then live away from his mountain home, but his mother and father didn’t give him that option.

 

Instead, the doctors and his parents started poking him with more needles and pumping toxic chemicals into his system, trying to destroy the poisonous cells that were slowly killing him. Carlie didn’t react well to the chemo. He became very sickly. All of his hair fell out, and he spent almost all day in bed, completely miserable.

 

Carlie went through a lot of highs and lows during this time. He fluctuated between times where his cancer was relatively in control to times where it raged through him, tearing him apart piece by piece, but Carlie could stand the physical pain. It was the other pain that got to him. It was how the other kids at school looked at him and saw the ‘sick kid’. It was how the teachers and his parent panicked when he felt the slightest bit ill. It was how the random strangers looked at his bald head and put two and two together. He was reduced to a state where he had no power and pity he didn’t want. He hated it.

 

He acted out because of his inward emotions. He was in the hospital more for the fights he got into at school then the actual disease eating away his system. He did dangerous things to prove to himself he wasn’t as weak as people believed. He did everything he possibly could to appear tough and strong, but most important of all, he fought back and lived. After years of struggling against the monster that had changed his life for the worse, Carlie went into remission a week or so after his fifteenth birthday.

 

Carlie thought this meant he could finally return to the way things had been, but he soon learned he was terribly wrong. His parents refused to move back to their mountain home. They wanted to remain near the hospital just in case his cancer ever returned. People still looked at him and saw someone weak and sickly. Just because the cancer had left his system didn’t mean the tired shadows under his eyes disappeared or that his hair grew back in correctly. Instead it grew back in messy patches and Carlie was forced to shave it still to look any bit presentable. There were still the needles and doctor’s appointments to make sure that his cancer was still in remission. To sum it up in a way that Carlie might say it: The thing that caused the suckitude had left, but surprisingly, life still sucked.

 

Carlie was sick of it all. He spent more and more time in folds of depression, but eventually he had a revolutionary thought. He didn’t have to stay here. In the dark of night, he packed up a bag of clothes and ran away. He attempted to hitch hike his way back to mountains, but soon found hitch hiking was not as easy as its made up to be. The cars zoomed past him without a second glance. He was forced to turn back and spend a night in the streets of New York City near his home. Little did he know, one night would turn to two, then three, and later until his sixteenth birthday.

 

Although in times past, Carlie's disappearance might have been worthy of the newspapers at least, with the onset of the mass panic over global cooling and the mass disappearances overshadowed Carlie’s disappearance. He just became another person who had mysteriously vanished in the all the chaos. The overburdened police department gave up actively searching for him months ago and everyone but his family virtually forgot his existence. This made it startlingly easy for Carlie to blend into the background and disappear.

 

Weaknesses:

- He’s prone to accepting any dare thrown at him, no matter how stupid or dangerous.

- No matter how much he tries to deny it, he hasn’t completely recovered from his cancer. He still gets tired very easily, not to mention the emotional scars.

- He’s slow to open up to people and looks down on most everyone.

- He tends to throw a fit whenever anyone offers him assistance, brings up his former sickness, or comments on his sickly appearance.

 

Skills:

- Carlie has a strange talent for surviving even the direst situations.

- Carlie is an expert in anything woodsy or pertaining to outdoor survival.

- He sticks by the side of those he feels a connection to and fights for them.

- Because of the amount of pain he suffered in his young adulthood, Carlie seems to be able to ignore pain in light of the ultimate goal.

 

 

Special Abilities: Carlie is a descendent of Tarpanians. Because of this, he can make small amounts of mud at a time fall and go where he pleases. Despite this sounding like a rather benign ability, it is quite the contrary. A ball of mud in an opponent's face can be quite an effective weapon. That small moment of blindness allows Carlie to get in a few good hits. Carlie has almost complete control of his ability, but odds are he will never get any stronger. Considering Tarpanians are relatively weak on their own, Carlie doesn’t stand a good chance of ever getting any more mastery or increased ability.

 

 

Unique Color: slategray

 

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Username: Odio

 

Name: Gregor Vincent Saint-Helens

 

Gender: Male

 

Birthday: August 24, 1993

 

Age: Sixteen

 

Court: Mountain

 

Appearance: Gregor (or Greg, for short) is somewhat effeminate-looking. He has muscle, but you can't really tell, because he's so long and gawky. He's tall, about 6 feet, with long, straight brown hair down just past his shoulders. He styles his hair in different ways, but his favorite way to wear it is tied in the back in a low ponytail. His hands and feet are seemingly too big for him, as are his legs and his arms, and, well, his entire body. He just shot up nearly a foot over the past few months and he's still trying to get a handle on his body.

 

He has long, languid features. His nose is nubby on the end, so it's not like a hawk's beak, but it's still quite a schnoz. He has deep brown eyes, and a dark and prominent, yet fine, brow. His lips are large and wide, and his cheeks have a sunken look to them. He's majestic-looking, once you get past his awkwardness and baby fat.

 

Since the onset of his hybrid powers on Midsummer's Eve, Gregor has undergone a strange transformation. His skin is drying out and flaking off, and underneath, a brownish-green layer of tough scaly hide is coming exposed. His teeth have grown so long and pointy that he hardly has room for them in his mouth. His hands and feet have become claw-like. As the new attributes settle, he will grow more confident in his movements. Most disturbing is the strange hunch that's appeared in his back. It's as if his shoulder blades are growing out of his skin.

 

Personality: Gregor is quiet, and subdued, especially around people he doesn't know very well. People who try to be friends with him are usually put off by his solidly silent exterior. Some people mistake him for a good listener because of his silence, but really he's a bit judgemental, and has plenty of attitude underneath it all. If he likes you, you'll hear him talk a lot more. He chooses the words he shares. He's not one to blurt out things without thinking, unless he's in the company of close friends. Usually the things he does say are clever quips. His humor is usually mocking of people.

 

He lives for music. Up in his mountain home, he passes all the lonely hours playing the violin. He knows how to play a variety of instruments - french horn, cello, piano, guitar, even a bit of drums - but his favorite is the violin. It's the one thing that he really works at. At his school, he's part of the orchestra, which he absolutely loves. He feels welcomed and comfortable around the other orchestra students. It's like a little orchestra family in the back of the auditorium, and whenever they perform, he likes that he's just part of the group, but a group that makes something beautiful and spectacular. Greg is a dreamer and a romantic, but he doesn't wear his heart on his sleeve. He keeps it close and secret.

 

History: Gregor was born in Michigan, but when he was only two, his family moved to Pennsylvania for work. His father is some sort of important businessman. Greg isn't really sure what he does, and he's not really sure why they live in BFE of Pennsylvania for his dad's work when his father travels for work all the time. His mother is a musician, like him. It's from her that he gets his long, elegant looks, and it's from his father that he gets his strong, prominent features.

 

They live up in the mountains of Pennsylvania, away from all civilization, he commonly jokes. He does a bit of hiking and he likes nature, but beyond a mild admiration of it, he's not very interested in wildlife, flora or fauna. Subsequently, he's spent much of his time in his room or after school, in the auditorium playing his instruments.

 

When he was nine, his younger brother was born, and when he was ten he got a little sister. Since then, there haven't been any new additions to the family. His mother's time, for awhile, was occupied to caring for the infants, and that's when Greg picked up playing his instruments. Since then, his talent for music has become apparent, and has grown with practice.

 

This summer, his orchestra group is taking a field trip to New York City for a special performance. They're all very excited about it. The show is scheduled for Midsummer's Day, and they're sure to win the competition. They all raised money for the trip together, and took the train to New York a few days in advance.

 

Weaknesses:

- Gregor is a distant person. It's hard for people to warm up to him sometimes because his quiet exterior is intimidating.

- Gregor drives people away even more with his critical take on things.

- He's sensitive and shy. It's hard for him to feel confident around people, especially in large groups.

- When he does speak up, he's almost afraid of being heard. When he speaks in front of a group, it's easy for him to be dismissed because of his shy demeanor, even if he has something to say worth hearing.

- While the other hybrids mostly have their looks enhanced by their changes, Greg looks ugly and bestial since his change. No way could any human consider him beautiful now. Now he's insecure about his looks, and he may never see himself as attractive.

 

Skills:

- Gregor is a fantastic musician.

- Because of his critical eye, Gregor is capable of coming up with intelligent contributions that are very helpful. It's hard for people to heed him, though, because of his blunt way.

- He has a strong sense of humor, albeit a bitter one.

- Because he doesn't talk much, people feel the need to fill the silence with their own chatter. Greg has become adept at tuning people out.

 

Special Abilities: Gregor, because of his Vesuulis blood, can sense the movements of the inner earth. He can create pressure like that from deep inside the earth, to melt rock into molten lava. With practice, he might be able to spew lava from the earth like a volcano.

 

Unique Color: Brown

 

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[Kira1]

Well, I started writing, couldn't think of anything. Then when I came back to it all of a sudden I had lots to say in it. >w<

[Odio]

Part of me wants to stay because 1) this is a cool rp and 2) i really love these characters and had some really cool ideas for them.... i was going to explore gregor's dark side, he is sort of monstrous with his scales and shredded wings, so it would have been cool to have a sort of evil-ish (but not really evil at all) earthy mountain faerie, and with gordon, i was probably going to have him be very pure of heart, sort of like a white knight. i thought it would have been cool to have him be a clean, almost wholesome character as a contrast against the reputation of the winter court, and i thought it would have been a good idea to have him be that way especially considering they are supposed to somehow defeat the treacherous plan between the winter and dark courts. i also really wanted to pit them against the other characters - gordon i considered a close cousin of the storm fae, so i thought it would have been fun to see him and the other storm hybrids blending their wind powers, as well as seeing him dual against the summer fae, who i figured he would have to have an interesting relationship with, considering they are polar opposites. i was considering giving gordon precognitive powers, an idea i picked up from the Clayr in Garth Nix's Abhorsen series (he would have had visions in ice), but I didn't think that actually suited him, I think he is more of an action-oriented creature. He's not really the brooding type. Which i also why I loved him as a winter faery, because I normally wouldn't expect a winter fae to be the active, athletic type. Winter faeries seem to me to be more brittle. I really liked gregor's sarcasm, too, he was really biting and venomous. He probably would have developed venom too, come to think of it. Gregor is very reptilian in nature, in fact i considered him to be descended from dragon/dinosaur blood through his mountain court heritage. But all that aside, I'm thinking I will step away from this rpg, and let someone else play those slots. I consider myself an "advanced" writer, and, honestly, beyond word count limitations. It always bothered me to have to write a certain amount of lines or paragraphs, I don't think it suits this style of writing at all. RPGs like this are usually more action-based, and by hampering the writing with a certain criteria like length, I think it just stems the creative flow, and just gets plain boring and slow. I prefer the freeform section I think. Plus, manga, I don't think I had the same ideas about these court characters as you.... you seemed to dislike most all of my suggestions. but i definitely have had fun and might lurk and follow the story still. i dunno. best of luck to you all, see you round the forums. Oh yeah and I suppose you can dispose of the characters how you'd like. The idea behind Gordon's heritage was that he was of the winter court and descended from the all-white magically-albino race called the white wraithlings, they were (are?) often scoffed at for their pale appearances but according to wraithing lore they are so white due to purity of soul and will and magic - but that's just lore. really they're white because that is the color most connected to their magic - snow magic. I had a particular idea of having gordon followed around by his own personal storm cloud, I thought that would be cute and would give him a proper mystique. Wraithings are supposed to bring snowfall wherever they pass, so the idea was that gordon, who has had no chance to learn to control his powers, would be forever besieged by a small puff of dark cloud that was eternally dowsing him with snow in all the worst moments, probably until a catalyst broke the curse and he was finally able to master his powers - or at least that storm cloud. So, there's that, in case anyone was considering continuing his lifespan. Or it would be terribly easy to let him die after that last post, especially since they were caged by iron bars, perhaps he was weakened enough so that when he hit his head it could have actually split his skull. And for gregor, he was of the mountain court, but he was of the vesulimankis tribe, those fae who thrive around volcanos. Their skins is like steel, or igneous rock, because it's been tempered by ages of lava, their very insides are boiling hot, and light enough that they can fly. Gregors wings are shredded only because he is a hybrid, and plus manga thought he would be too powerful if he had the ability to fly. the vesulimankis (their name is a hybrid of volcano and salamander) are very african in nature, not sure why because i don't actually know of any volcanos in africa.... i'm sure there are some but there ya go. i saw them as the type to wear brightly colored robes with garish, intricate designs. The vesuulis (short form of vesulimankis) would be close to the summer court because of their affinity to heat, but also very close to the dark court because they are so bestial. The vesuulis would be the type to have blood rites and make sacrifices to the volcanos, while the wraithings would be just as harsh but believe themselves to be much more sophisticated. i imagined both courts living far from mankind. and gregor.... im not sure how he would die because he is very tough, physically anyway. but then again so are demons from hell. so i'm sure he could be easily devoured. i was looking forward to having him slink around in the darkness and grow into his dragon-y self but oh well. anyway i just wanted to share my thoughts before departing. ttyl guys and gals.

[MURDERcomplexx]

Sorry for my lack of action. I've literally been bombed with college and work. I'm so physically drained x-x. I'll get that winter court app up soon though, manga.

[Walker]

I should probably gracefully bow out of this RP~ I haven't written for Carls and Locke for a long time and I can't get in touch with them anymore.

Edited March 21, 2011 by Dashidragon

[Mangaholic]

That's fine, Murder. We're all pretty busy at this time. Besides, I'm pretty sure that no matter how long it takes, your character would come out really good. (:

 

I won't try to stop you or anything, Odio, though it would have been nice if you had just told me that when you first showed up in the thread again. However, I would like to point out that despite the fact that I asked for a minimal amount in each post, I never did enforce that rule, and there have been plenty of people who have posted only one paragraph in their IC posts. I made the rule so people would actually try to put some effort in their posts, but I'm capable of figuring out when people can't write more than a single paragraph without adding in all that purple prose. It's why I never really bothered to enforce that rule. The only time it really ticked me off when someone didn't write a lot was when I knew they had more to write but that they were simply being lazy.

But anyhow, adios!

 

): Dash! But we could still talk right? Even though we haven't really been in contact a lot lately?

I guess, if it's fine with you, I'll take on Carlie or Sadine, or find someone else willing to do it for me. Not that I dislike the other characters or anything, but of the ones that are without someone to play as them, Carlie and Sadie have probably the most interactions with other active characters.

 

 

On a side note, my computer keeps crashing for some weird reason, but when I ran Malware Bytes, it said there weren't any viruses, so I'm not exactly sure what's going on. It means I'll be even more prone to disappearing. /sighs

[lilyice]

): More people leaving!

 

I was wondering if I could take Gordon, if that's alright with Odio and Manga? I've developed a liking for him I like how he sharply contrasts with Kathy, so it'll be interesting to write. x3 But if it's easier to kill him off, feel free. I've been thinking of taking on another charrie in this RP and now it seems like there's more than enough space, so I can always create a new char as well.

[Walker]

((Of course we can still talk hun *hugs*

 

Doesn't make much sense for me to stick around with my not-posting recently though~))

[Elsendor]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

T_________________________________________T NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

 

For my part, life is mostly okay--just very very very busy. I have three papers due this week and two more by next Monday, only one of which I've finished so far. Feeling a bit stressed, but I'll survive.

 

I really want to be done writing papers so I can write fun stuff. This entire semester I've only had one weekend when I didn't have a paper due on Monday or Tuesday looming over my head. I was so exhausted I wasted it all sleeping. Remind me not to take 3 humanities courses at once ever ever again. -headdesk-

 

I'd take on a character if I could -totally willing- but I feel like I can't justify it seeing how damn scarce I am lately. -sigh- Give me a few more days... psych paper philosophy paper honors paper research proposal hall government award nominations applications are KILLING ME.

[Mangaholic]

It's alright with me, Lily. Not so sure about Odio, but considering that he did post all of that, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind either.

 

I would take on a character too, but considering how busy I am lately, especially with AP testing just around the corner, I think doing so would just be suicide. -___- After six weeks, I should probably be good though. Hopefully by then, the rp would have been able to move some.

 

By the way, Dash, you never did say if you were okay with someone taking on your characters.

 

So, assuming that Dash is alright with it, the characters we currently have for grabs are:

Sadine Piromane

Gordon White

Lakshmi Penrose

Carlie Dolostone

& Greg Saint-Helens

 

If anyone would like, or is thinking about, taking on one of these characters, please do hurry and just post in the thread, even if you aren't exactly sure.

 

Also, I don't know if Sessh is returning or not. She said she's slipping back into her long-term writing mode, but I'm not sure if MS is included in there or not. :/

 

On a side note, has anyone seen Libbie around?

 

And on a second side note, I don't know if this is true, but my parents heard something about a potential earthquake where I live tomorrow or the next. Like I said, I don't know if it's true, but if I do happen to disappear for an exceedingly long term, and you guys hear of an earthquake happening in southern California, then assume away. And even if it doesn't happen this weekend, with all the earthquakes that have been occurring around the Pacific coast, I'm pretty sure one is bound to happen near where I live. Just letting you all know~

Edited March 28, 2011 by Mangaholic

[lilyice]

In that case, I'm tentatively grabbing Gordon. I'll send Odio a PM sometime soonish to confirm with him and ask for a few more details. (Most likely going to be next week because this week is bleh.)

 

D: I do hope you guys are safe from earthquakes, Manga! *prays for you*

We're lucky down in Vancouver because the islands off the coast (Victoria & Vancouver Island) will just block any tsunami that come our way, but apparently earthquakes aren't all that uncommon. :/ I don't think we're expecting any, but I digress. >.<

[MURDERcomplexx]

Well, I've never heard of an earthquake that could be predicted, so unless technology jumped a milestone in my sleep, I'm going to chalk it up to the hype about Japan. lol

[Mangaholic]

Thanks, Lily. [:

Yeah, I'm pretty skeptical about anyone knowing the exact date of an earthquake too, but my parents heard it on the radio, so I figured it must have something to it. Maybe they misheard?

They have been predicting a major earthquake here for like ten years or something. It still hasn't happened, but considering all the earthquakes that have been happening around the world. . . .

lol That is pretty lucky. Though I feel bad for Victoria and Vancouver Island. x3 Randomly speaking, Vancouver looked really nice on TV during the Winter Olympics. O: Does it really look like that?

 

Okay, reserved Gordon for you, Lily~

I think if no one wants Sadine, I'll try to take her since I really like the whole BreckinxxSadine thing. >.<

[lilyice]

x3 Let's just hope that nothing continues to happen! /that did not make sense but whatever <3

Aha, true... ^^;; And to be honest, I didn't watch the TV all that often those days (except for the actual sport events, for which I didn't see any shots outside but only inside rinks/arenas?) because I was always Downtown hanging out with friends where all the action is, LOL. So I don't really know how the media portrayed Vancouver. xP But it should be fairly accurate.

 

Thanks, Manga! :3 I'll certainly enjoy continuing Odio's idea of Gordon having his own storm cloud. x3 That sounds immensely fun.

(SadinexBreckin is loovely. We cannot have that pair die out, oh no. <3)

[Mangaholic]

lol Hopefully ^^

Oh wow, you're lucky! I'd like to see the Olympics one day. It seems awesome! Though I don't think they'll be hosting any Olympic tournaments in SoCal anytime soon. I'm not sure how people came up with stereotype about California beaches. They're not that great, or at least the ones I've been aren't that great. xP

 

I don't know why, but I keep imagining that storm cloud with a happy face on it .__.

 

If anyone plans on taking on Carlie or Locke, I do happen to know the plot ideas Dash had in mind for them. Of course, it would be a good idea to ask for her permission first, but just saying~

 

Aaand I think I'll be grabbing Sadine for myself. I'll try to revamp her profile a bit by next Monday, depending on how much work I have. It's probably a bad idea trying to take care of four characters in a single RP, but hopefully you guys don't mind even slower posting from me.

[jaina]

If you're doing a revival, I believe I still have a copy of my character sheet if you wouldn't mind me rejoining...

[MURDERcomplexx]

I can help out if you ever need it manga~

Also, I'm not sure when Nessie and I will be able to actually plan things out, so if it's okay with you Nessie, I want to start on the changelings so we can get this show on the road~

 

 

[Mangaholic]

I don't mind but . . .

I don't think your definition of "revival" is the same as mine. By revival here, I just meant that I was trying to get MS active again after its prolonged period of inactivity (due in part to moi). Nothing has changed at all, except for the few important reforms I made.

If you're fine with that, then I can't really object. It shouldn't be a problem having three Storm gals. However, I do ask that you'll be more willing to read the posts and put in the effort.

 

That would be great, Murder. I'd really appreciate it. (:

I can't wait to have this RP moving again~

 

ETA: I forgot to mention. Since Gordon's back into play again, Lily, if there's anything specific that you'd like to happen the Changelings, you might want to talk to Murder about it. ;]

Edited April 2, 2011 by Mangaholic

[jaina]

ok, so how exactly should we start if we get wanna get going again?

 

and you need me to send in my sheet again?

[Mangaholic]

I'm not exactly sure what you mean, jaina. By we, are you talking about us or just you?

I'll give you a summary of what has happened tomorrow. It's late for me right now. Not much has really happened since you left, but you know how I like to go into detail with my summaries.

 

Yes, send me your sheet please.

 

Here's the changes that have taken place recently. First of all, we're posting our profiles in the thread and linking so it's easier to find them. Also, we can decorate them and change them at our fancy much more easily.

 

Secondly, we're writing blurbs for our characters, using this coding:

 

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Don't steal it please. ;] Blurbs should be in first-person or second-person. Examples are on the front page, if you just keep scrolling down. The blurbs also contain the links. Breckin's isn't in first-person, but I really like that one. I'm a sucker for poetics, after all. >< If you have any questions, do ask.

 

Also, you never did answer my question from way back when. Was your character's first name Shirayuki or Amane? It always confuses me when it comes to Asian names because I never know if they have the first name or the surname first.

 

 

I'm almost done with Sadine's profile. Just need to get the special abilities part and the coding done~

[lilyice]

Well, the last thing that happened to Gordon was being thrown across the cell, banging his head on the wall, and falling unconcious. So it's pretty easy to wake him up to anything. I think I'll let Murder and Nessie plan/write the Changelings' part as they will, and then adapt Gordon into the situation. Would that be okay, Manga?

[Mangaholic]

Yeah, that would be fine! Actually, I was hoping you would say that. >< I just thought I should remind you in case you wanted to do some planning too.

 

summarysummarysummary:

 

After jaina left, the majority of the characters (except the ones in the dungeon) met up with each other, and Ree and Hadyn began to lead them to the dungeons, where their only chance of escape was. Unfortunately, before they reached the dungeons, they found Brunor being mauled by an Oschaert. (What happened with Brunor was that he was about to kill the Oschaert when two Changelings showed up and just turned the tables of him. After it was obvious that he couldn't be a threat to the demons anymore, the Changelings went down to explore the dungeons).

 

A number of things happened while the characters were just gaping at the demon and bloody old Brunor on the floor. First, Hadyn collapsed in front of the Oschaert and started seeing things, sort of. Then, two other demons--a Myr named Ancadel and a Sidhian named Marlowe--showed up on the scene. Marlowe attacked Rhiannon and eventually knocked her unconscious, while the Myr attacked Sen and tore a chuck of flesh out of his calf.

 

Sophia tried to defend Sen, and she subconsciously set a spout of water from outside shooting at Ancadel. While her attack wasn't very effective and rendered her useless for a while, it did irritate the cat demon quite a bit, considering that the Myr really dislike water. As Ancadel was about to attack Sophia (or Sen or maybe someone else), Sadine stepped into the battle and burned the poor creature to death. (I can't remember the exact details, except that Ancadel was writhing in her hands while he died).

 

Katie, seeing Brunor dying, remembered her own mother, and this sent a surge of anger through her. With all her attention focused only on the Oschaert, she sent a streak of lightning through the roof, missing the demon by only a millimeter or so. She ended up falling half-conscious from the energy she used to summon that bolt of lightning.

 

Now, the Oschaert, as it dodged Katie's attack, caught sight of Breckin and also felt terrible rage toward the teen. He approached Breckin, who heard a voice in the back of his head telling him to kill the creature (or something like that). In other words, both of them felt this really terrible hatred toward each other for some unexplained reason. ;] In the end, Breckin managed to surround the Oschaert with a ring of fire and burn the creature to charcoal, practically. However, the use of his powers took a major toll on him, and he collapsed. He was also bleeding a lot, but I can't remember exactly how that happened. Sadine, seeing Breckin in such a state, rushed to his side, trying desperately to wake him up. The Oschaert, just barely alive at the time, struggled to creep closer to Breckin, growling that he would never forgive Breckin, and Breckin reached out and petted the creature, speaking to it with the words of someone else (if that makes sense). The Oschaert died soon after, and Breckin reverted back to his normal self. Sadine spoke with him, comforting him and whatnot, and eventually gave him an innocent kiss on the forehead.

 

Back to creepy old Marlowe:

After the Oschaert jumped out of the way to dodge Katie's attack, Hadyn had broken out of his trance. Thankful that Katie had tried to help Brunor, he carried her over to Mark so she wouldn't be caught in the middle of another battle. Then, he rushed over to the Sidhian to save Ree, who was being crushed to death against the wall.

 

Danni was already there, attacking Marlowe with gusts of wind, which proved to be futile. (Really, every attempt they could have made probably would have been futile, considering that they were trying to kill some weird corpse thing whose flesh can mend itself back together or whatever). Yeah, Hadyn couldn't really do anything either, but he sort of lost his mind (which was pretty creepy too). Then, the Sidh heard something that really shocked him, and he just fled.

 

That was the end of that scene, I think.

 

After that, the entire group was just trying to pick itself back together, especially since a good number of them were wounded. Someone--I forgot who--wanted to tend to everyone's wounds first before they proceeded, but Hadyn refused, saying that they didn't have the time. He told them about a secret passage in the dungeons that they could escape through and that they couldn't stop until they reached that place. The others grudgingly (for the most part) agreed to his plan.

 

While they were still in the hallway, something happened to Lakshmi that made her cry. If I remember correctly, it had something to do with her plant---the one she was hiding in--getting killed. Sadine went over to comfort her (Katie wouldn't do it because she was too ticked off by Locke), and Carlie showed up after his run-in with Flin (now a vampire) and another female vampire. Locke pissed him off by saying, "My father is a dying jerk," and he attacked her, nearly strangling her to death. He accidentally revealed that he had almost died of cancer, which stunned him so much that he freed Locke. Locke sort of becomes a different person after that.

 

They headed off into the dungeon, the characters (or the majority of them) supporting each other and helping each other walk. Hadyn asked several of them to hold these flashlight things, which look nothing like flashlights at all. There's a short description of them in one of the last posts. I think Danni was the only character to have taken them so far.

 

 

And now, we're going to have to rewind a bit so we can talk about what little happened in the dungeons. Alina woke up from her nightmare and woke the others up as well. Concorde, who has problems too, started muttering and hallucinating and whatnot, and poor Gordon, the only really sane one down there, was just freaking out. If I remember correctly, I think he thought Alina was some vampire who was going to kill him. Then the Changelings--Byrndette and Z-something (forgot his name) appeared, their attentions fixed on Gordon and Concord. I left Alina out of the picture because one, it'll spare me from having to post a lot for her, and two, I think my characters have been in the spotlight enough as it is. ><

 

 

 

That's pretty much everything that has happened so far since you left. Sorry if it doesn't make sense at places. A lot of things were happening simultaneously. If I messed up somewhere and left something out, feel free to fix me please! ^^

 

We're waiting for a post from Murder, who's now in charge of the Changelings, so we can getting moving. I don't want them to reach the dungeons before the Changelings can have some fun with our Winter and Dark hybrids.

 

Which reminds me: Murder, since your character's a Winter hybrid too, he/she should be in the dungeon too when you're done with their profile. Unless you have another idea, of course~

 

I finished Sadine's profile, finally. (: I'll put it up in another post.

 

ETA: I'll write a post for her by the end of this week. If no one helps Sen, I'll get her to do it. I already know how I'll explain Carlie's not helping him (which really isn't that much of an explanation ><).

 

Sorry for any typos in here! I was trying to type it as fast as I could!

Edited April 4, 2011 by Mangaholic