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? Setting ?
You're in a town that's pretty large, almost big enough to call it a city, if it wasn't for the 'oldish-style' and the short amount of vehicles. Many people live in the town together with even more spirits, but the two species don't get along well. The streets are often full of people until you come to the "lower part" of the town, where it is literally filled with dark spirits together with gangsters and the unfortunate poor people. Even though it seems like one of those old towns, they mainly use guns as weapons.
? Dangers/Threats ?
The main danger as of now is the mortals, also known as the humans. A few humans have decided to hunt down and kill the spirits, either to avenge another's death or for their own reason it is unknown, while a few are planning to capture the spirits in order to do tests and experiments.
Recently, the Spirits have began to find out that some of their powers aren't working the way they're supposed to. To make it worser, the humans have started to trade dead spirit's bodies for money and some are even willing to pay if another brings back a dead/alive spirit. As a result, more humans have gone out to hunt.
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Characters
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Alexcs
Vampire ? Male ? Crystwolf's character ?
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Thief
Half-Demon ? Male ? Crystwolf's character ?
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Eirinn
Necromancer ? Female ? Crystwolf's character ?
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Name
Goes by the name 'Alexcs'.
Age
357 Years. He's around 29 in mortal age.
Gender
Male
Type of 'Spirit'
Vampire
Personality
Alexcs is a generally quiet, calm, smart, cunning and patient man. His silence tends to mislead others into thinking that he's one of those quiet, out-of-the-group person who follows others when he's actually just an indepedent guy who prefers the silence instead of loudness (It helps him to think). However, he isn't always serious and is at least as sarcastic and arrogant as his companion, Theif. He enjoys teasing others with a smug look on his face when bored and even going to the trouble of doing something to scare others, though unlike Theif he knows when he's going too far with a joke. Alexcs hates fighting head-on and prefers sneaking around and taking out an enemy with a single hit.
History
Alexcs wasn't a human-turned-vampire. He was conjured by a powerful witch to do the deed of killing his master's enemy, as she was too weak to do it herself. He was part of the little army that the Witch had made and they went to war with another powerful Spirit, and the enemy was killed permenantly - but so was the witch. Alexcs and the other conjured entities were supposed to disappear forever as they were simply summoned for the sole purpose of killing the foe, but the Witch was dead forever (due to a little accident during the fight, she couldn't return like any other spirits) and something broke the little bond they had to her. With that, he and the few others that were still alive became more than conjured entities and were free to walk about like any other spirits. Alexcs cleverly led the path of a sly vampire, leisurely killing mortals with a swift bite to a major artery and sometimes even turning them into one of his own when he was bored, though he rarely did so. As he wasn't one of those 'horribly disfigured spirits' and only had odd sharp teeth, he decided to easily take on the disguise of a human, just for amusement. With that, he chose the job of a killer, hired by somebody to get rid of a few wanted people. It benefitted him, as it was an easy way to kill others and feed on them without always having to be invisible to the mortals.
However, the downside was that his boss had decided to place him in a group to work along with ten other people who were also trained killers. He thought he was working with mortals until one night when he decided to bite one of them and that one unfortunate person decided to sprout fur and sharp claws - then only did he realize that his team was a bunch of spirits with unknown reasons as to why they were disguised as mortals and working to kill. Afterwards, the 11 of them got to know each other well even if there were still many secrets hidden. All of them were still rather tense and awkward around each other but worked well to do their job. Alexcs spent most of his time away from the group and by himself, where it was hard to find him. However, when all spirits became weakened, more than half of the group was killed quickly - They were completely reckless and not used to staying dead, so it was easy for the mortals to gain advantage. Alexcs was clever and stayed indoors, sticking to the only ones left to the group and mainly Eirinn, as he believed the only female in the group to not be as dumb as the others.
Description
A tall guy with short black hair, usually slicked back and away from his face. His eyes are a dull grey, unnaturally outlined with silver colors. His mouth is full of sharp teeth but is usually covered by a mask that looks to be made out of metal parts. Wears a long-sleeved grey top and black jeans, together with a leather jacket draped over his shoulders. He has a strange mark under his ear, though it is usually blocked, either by the mask or his hair. His voice is rather smooth and calming.
Powers
?He can turn invisible (To both humans and spirits), but only for a period of time.
?He can see a little into the future, but not that far. (For example, if a flowerpot were about to drop on his head he would see it for a split second before it actually happened and would have a few seconds to avoid it.)
?He has sharp eyesight and hearing.
Others
?He can be seen by humans, but only when he wants to be/when he's attacking them.
?It is unknown as to why he bothers wearing the mask, but his voice is somehow still clear as day when he speaks.
?He's with Thief, Eirinn and Fithel, and all four of them belong to the Group mentioned in his History.
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Name
Nobody knows his actual name, so he goes by the simple title of 'Thief'.
Age
109 Years. Around 18 in mortal age.
Gender
Male
Type of 'Spirit'
Half-Demon
Personality
Thief is mostly described as an annoying, impolite and arrogant teenager who has a rather sharp tongue that he mostly uses for no good. He tends to be rude and cocky, hardly showing any manners to anybody he meets, with the exception of some people. He is a proud guy who would never bow down to anybody, but most of the time his pride can put him in further trouble and might be a little self-harming. Thief is mostly sarcastic and likes to act tougher than he is, though he claims that it's a habit from childhood. He's usually impatient and active, always restless and never seemingly able to stand still for 5 minutes. However, he can be quite intelligent when given the chance to slow down and think.
History
Thief was once a human, before he got dragged into this mess. He was born in the town and at the age of 6 was cursed with bad luck and fear (By a rather mischievous Grim Reaper), whereas he was ignored by others save for his family and plagued with nightmares every night. He had a large family, with 8 older brothers and only a single mother to take care of them. Quite the mama's boy, he helped her maintain the poor family despite being the youngest of the family. Due to his curse he had a lot of problems in his childhood which led to him becoming the loud and active boy he is, as an act to push away the bad thoughts. As he grew he also had a short-temper and resorted to violence each time, a trait he and his brothers shared. They always got into fights with another gang in the neighbourhood. Thief soon found that he was rather weak and so trained himself in running so that he would be too fast and could confuse the enemy easily. It also helped in his little self-hired job, becoming a thief.
It stayed like that, him being the runt of the family and strealing for a living when after another nightmare full of horrors he awoke only to find the little nightmare true - his family's apartment was burning, with yells and screams of his worried mother and brothers. He quickly awoke and ran out, tried to help his siblings and mother but eventually failed as the whole building collapsed. He was the only one who escaped with completely no injuries, despite having remembered fire burning him. After realizing that 6 of his brothers had died, leaving only the two oldest and his mother alive, he grieved for quite some time. While his remaining family was in the hospital he went to visit them, but to his dismay and confusion neither of them could see him. It was the same with everybody else, they would look past him even when he talked. (Though he was sure that sometimes his mother, brothers or strangers would see him, but soon realized it was only because they had a weak will then.)
Not knowing what to do, he decided to finally leave the only remaining members of his family and soon found himself in both dangerous and strange situations, whereas only some people could see him and he would randomly cause fire to erupt in front of him. He met another spirit (Was a little more than frightened and cautious) which explained that he was a half-fire demon. He was then left to accept the facts. He wandered the streets for a few more years until he finally came back to his loud, arrogant self, and got into fights again, this time with spirits instead of humans. Through that, he learnt to gain control over his powers and soon became comfortable with being half demon. One night he got into a fight with a rather big group of ten, because he was apparently ambushed by them. Fast but outnumbered, he was slowly losing when the fight abruptly stopped, and one of the people in the group decided to come forwards and offered him to join them. He was suspicious and confused but after a while of thinking, decided that he had absolutely nothing else to do and joined. The demon was the youngest in the group but had no problem killing others easily, and lived a relaxing life until the disaster came. He was one of the members who was hit pretty hard by the quick loss of their members, and instead decided to stay close to Alexcs, one of the survivors.
Description
Looks a little younger than he is, a tall teenager with pale skin and messy black hair atop his head. He has pale green eyes and has a lean build, though he's still pretty skinny. Usually wears a dark red or black shirt and loose jeans with grey sneakers. Has a necklace around his neck with a simple circle pendant on it and strangely, his hands are always gloved. Thief's voice is slightly rough around the edges.
Power
?He can run faster than any mortal can and has the ability to jump up at a great height.
?He's a fire demon, so his powers mainly lie in the Fire element.
?He also has telekenisis, but it only works on objects and not living beings.
Others
?He mainly cannot be seen by mortals unless he chooses to, but if any human has low Will/Faith, is depressed or weak, they will be able to see him.
?Though he can jump rather high, he still can be injured by falling.
?He's 68% Fire demon and 32% Human.
?He has a little bit of Claustrophobia and Nyctophobia. (Fear of enclosed spaces and fear of the dark.)
?He's with Alexcs, Eirinn and Fithel, and all four of them belong to the Group mentioned in his History.
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Name
Eirinn
Age
324 Years. Seems 25 in mortal age.
Gender
Female
Type of 'Spirit'
A Necromancer.
Personality
Eirinn is mostly silent and serious, though she has no problems with inserting her own opinion on things. She doesn't beat around the bush and cuts straight to the chase, and mainly doesn't seem to care about other's feelings towards her. The Necromancer doesn't show much expression either and shows laughter in the form of an amused smirk or a raised eyebrow. However, anybody who claims that she doesn't care about anything is a liar. Eirinn is one of the most dangerous spirits and like Alexcs, thinks first before doing anything else. Though she's silent, when she talks her words are either sarcastic or hurtful, depending on who she's talking to. She does have a soft and rather protective side, though.
History
Eirinn had a simple life. She was born from smoke, her creator being a powerful Grim Reaper. She was raised by him and in return worked for him, helping the other to find mortals who were slowly suffering and beckon them to Death's Door. She was mostly alone her whole life, the only company she had was the Grim Reaper himself and the undead, and so doesn't quite talk as much to others. That was mainly her whole life, working for her creator and no one else. One day a spirit grew rather bold and decided to kill a whole group of mortals. The Grim Reaper was busy the whole day - that event meant more dead souls to collect - but sadly he never returned. Eirinn quickly accepted this fact and after watching over his ashes for a week or two (She easily tracked down where he died) She left to her own path. She stopped tempting others to death - It was no use without a Grim Reaper to finish the job - and instead decided to try out the mortal life, out of curiosity. Since she looked fairly human she merely changed her clothes and face and spent her days in a graveyard, until a man came up to her suddenly.
She immediately knew he wasn't a mortal and listened to what he said instead of scaring him away like she usually did to others, and accepted his suspicious offer of a well-paid job after a while. She was introduced to a group of trained killers and in the end murdered targets along with them, though she worked by herself whenever she could. When the spirits started dying one by one, she stayed hidden for most of it, and when she did decide to come out of hiding only to satisfy her hunger she found out that only three members in the group was left, and agreed to stay with them in an abandoned building.
Description
As a Spirit, her face looks different - It looks as though it was severely burnt before, and one eye is teal while the other is just a murky black. As a mortal, however, she looks rather pretty, with short blond curls and clear grey eyes. Usually wears a black top and long pants. Her voice is firm yet smooth.
Power
?She can communicate with the dead and summon a few if she needs.
?Can teleport short distances, but rarely does so.
Others
?She can be seen by mortals who believes that she's real.
?She acts rather different around Grim Reapers and seems to respect them more.
?He's with Thief, Alexcs and Fithel, and all four of them belong to the Group mentioned in his History.
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Name
Freya Lycanscope
Age
123 years old (Looks 24)
Gender
Female
Type of 'Spirit'
Half-Fey
Description of Species
Faeries, also known as the Fair Folk or fey, are an extremely cunning immortal race of Spirits. They have both angelic and demonic blood, attributing to both their beauty and their malevolence. Among Spirits, only faeries are more committed to notions of honor and etiquette than most. But while Faeries always exactly follow the letter of any promise they have made, they deliver these results with great irony, and often use clever wordplay to their advantage in order to create loopholes. They are known for their cunning and their cruel sense of humor, and they especially delight in tricking humans. They frequently seek to bargain with humans, offering someone their heart's desire but failing to mention that that desire comes with a terrible cost. They are very long-lived and become only more artful and powerful as they age.
The Fair Folk are also unable to lie. They might, however, tell what they believe is true, even if it is not. They may also expertly weave lies into sentences by using methods such as not telling the whole truth, letting others assume things, or not correcting the people with whom they're speaking; this does not, however, apply to half-fey, who can lie as easily as any other being.
Faeries are often mistaken as related to vampires, because of their immortality, beauty and cunning ways.
Personality
Mysterious, silent and deadly. Freya has all of the characteristics you would expect from a Faerie. She is not someone that others easily trust, but the only reason for that is her mysterious ways. She is rarely seen or heard, but when she is, she makes sure it is in a way that most will not forget. Underneath her untrusting shell, she is quite sweet, sarcastically humorous and oddly protective. It is very hard to understand Freya and she has a habit of leaving people wondering if she was even real. She has a surprisingly low self-esteem despite the odd unexpected prideful comment. She isn't fond of hurting mere mortals, so tends to feed off of animal spirit instead. But, if she were ever to see something that strikes her as wrong in the mortal world, she would indulge herself in the treat of human spirit. For a faerie, Freya has a healthy sense of self-control and likes to think before acting. She has a bit of a sick sense of humour and likes to give people their greatest desire often with an evil twist like most Fair-Folk.
History
Will be developed throughout the roleplay when she is comfortable with sharing it.
Description
With pale, flawless skin, raven-black hair and full red lips, Freya is the Snow White of the Spirit world. She is, unsurprisingly, beautiful, even for a faerie and she uses it to her advantage. She is slightly smaller than of average height, but usually makes up for this by wearing heels. She has a very slender figure, but her arms, legs and torso are well-toned with muscle. Her hair is usually seen cascading down her back in gentle curls, often falling into her eyes. Freya's eyes are grey, but can often be seen with little sparks of gold, 'dancing' is what others often call it. She tends to wear tight dresses, short skirts or close-fitting clothes, normally in the color black.
Powers
> Freya has the skilled 'silver-tongue' ability. If she wants or needs something from someone- human and Spirit alike- she has almost a hypnosis effect on those whom she talks to. She only sometimes needs to use it as most are willing to do anything for her anyway. It is strongest against whoever is attracted to her sexually, most of the time the opposite sex.
> Both mortals and Spirits are able to see her, but she has no problem with that.
> Freya has a strong connection with nature, so her powers are mostly ranging in the 'Earth' element.
Other
> Due to a curse placed upon her, Freya is forced to feed off of mortal and animal spirits. She needs them to stay alive, normal taking them with a kiss-like action. Because of this curse, she is quite famous in the Spirit-World and is often nicknamed the 'Death Kisser'.
> She is 20% human and 70% Fey. The other 10% is unknown to her, but has travelled through generations in her family.
> She suffers from severe arachnophobia (fear of spiders) and often faints at the sight of even the smallest one.
Faerie description: http://shadowhunters.wikia.com/wiki/Faeries (http://shadowhunters.wikia.com/wiki/Faeries)
Feel free to make your character one of the Fair-Folk, the do not belong to me. I added the species description in case anyone was unsure of what a faerie was.
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Welcome, guys! Thanks so much for joining. c: You guys can just start the roleplay anytime you want!
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(Human form)
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("Spirit" form)
Within his human form, he has white hair that layers back into darker shades until reaching a dark blond (the top layer turns into a dark shade of dirty blond, almost brunett at the bottom). He has dark, tanned skin with pale, purple-red tattoos running down his arms - mainly of obscure shapes running of various sizes. He has soft, baby blue eyes that darken if there's a light on them. His face is a square shape with a broad nose. Within his "spirit" form, he has six wings protruding from his back, which cause scar-looking markings on his back when in human form, though it's recommended that he doesn't fly with a passenger - or, let alone him. He also seems to "grow" another eye during this stage, though seems more like a marking than it actually has any other use; nothing else changes much, besides the whites of his eyes - they turn into a pitch black color.
The Salaps species is very human-like in appearance, but have up to four to eight wings (this ranges from testosterone levels, though - four being the lowest and eight being the highest) and pitch black whites - like Heath, can "gain" another eye, but this only happens to males.
Heath Samus Velt - also goes by Sammy
Twenty-two
Male
Spirit - Salaps (made up species), though considered a Harpy or Siren, and sometimes an angel - or even demons, if taken that far into extremes.
Heath is a very sweet, childish soul; he never seems to learn, and always manages to find himself in the most trouble - whether it be with himself or with someone else. He can be horribly curious, and it normally gets him into more trouble. Despite his unlawful curiousity and childish mannerisms, he's very obedient and loyal towards those he trusts - he can seem clingy and overprotective due to this. He sometimes feels embarrassed about himself, especially in his human form, but keeps a stronger appearance and an air of confidence to him despite this feeling. He has a crazy sense of flying, not having been properly taught on how to use his wings, but sometimes offers free rides for his friends - which may or may not know about his terrible flying. He seems to have a tendency to have "love at first sight" moments with complete strangers, but normally gets over it within a little less than two hours. He gets extra friendly - though not exactly sexual in any way or form, but may have a slight joke within any conversation - when he climbs onto this mood.
History (Wip)
* Flight, though his four wings will occassionally get mixed and tangled - causing a lot of pain for him.
* "Nightvision"; he can see much more clearly in the dark, almost like a cat's but much more excelent. He cannot, however, see very far when using his "nightvision" - this can only be used when in his "spirit" form, though.
He's pansexual, though leans heavily to polyromanticism.
He can always be seen by humans, whether in "spirit" or human form.
The Salaps species would be mine. Whereas I'd very much appreciate you telling / asking me before making one, you are free to make one.
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Name ?
Elrick Sadover
Age ?
About 328 (Looks 25)
Gender ?
Male
Type of Spirit ?
Grim Reaper
Description of Species ?
In some cases, the Grim Reaper can actually cause the victim's death, leading to tales that he can be bribed, tricked, or outwitted in order to retain one's life, such as in the case of Sisyphus. Other beliefs hold that the Spectre of Death is only a psychopomp, serving to sever the last ties between the soul and the body and to guide the deceased to the next world without having any control over the fact of the victim's death. In many languages (including English), Death is personified in male form, while in others, it is perceived as a female character (for instance, in Slavic and Romance languages).
Personality ?
Elrick is that silent type, you'd meet at the bar- the one with the crude, cold, humor. But it's still humor, nevertheless right? He's a witty type, even if in being so it's harsh and uncomfortable to be the victim of it. He's a blunt kind of honest, and fairly sarcastic a vast majority of the time. That pretty much sums up the aura of Elrick Sadover.
History ?
Will eventually cough it up to some unlucky stranger.
Description ?
Elrick has fairly pale skin, with stark features and deep dimples on either sides of his cheeks. He has large, dark brown eyes, and full beige lips. Elrick has a thin, pink, jagged scar running down his right cheek, towards the corner of his mouth. He's a farly tall, lean lad, standing around 6'7 or so. However, he isn't "broad and muscled," he still has some, but leans much more on the slender, lean side. He has a mess of blonde waves that curl at his dark eyebrows. Elrick has several tattoo's and scars that litter his body.
Powers ?
? Can cause death, by a motion of holding someone's head, kissing them on the forehead, or gazing deep into their eyes with the intention of killing.
? Can induce the fear or feeling of one dying; instill the emotion of death being close, having one foot in the grave.
Others ?
? Doesnt like the day
? Heavily enjoys drinking, yet doesnt get drunk easily.
? Is a "tour guide" for spirits that want to crossover to the other side.
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Freya Lycanscope
The low, steady beat of the music surrounding Freya would have matched her heartbeat if she had one. It had been a while since she had been to a mortal party- especially a house one. She was there with a few other Faeries, each of then held beauty that could only be immortal. There was Lillian, one of Freya's closest acquaintances. Faeries didn't have 'friends'. And there was Damien, Lillian's boyfriend. Even in the dim light, the trio' fair skin seemed to illuminate power as they entered the house. Most of the humans were too drunk to notice their arrival, but some stopped and stared as they passed. Freya couldn't help but smirk. It was funny to see how many humans judged their own kind by appearance alone, despite their denial of it. She was wearing a black dress with lace sleeves and a thick leather belt that hugged her slim waist, matching her hair that was slightly wind-swept.
The three of them weren't there for the actual party, no. They had been passing by, but the party had sparked their interest. Parties were rare in the town, people didn't want to attract attention from the 'Spirits'. But recently humans had grown cocky and reckless due to the newest kinds of weapons that would make sure the 'Spirits' would die and stay dead. Freya had began to grow wary of the mortals, so it was surprising of her to suggest making a visit to the house. The real reason she had wished to enter the building was to find someone to lead the group to the beach. It was just recently that Freya had decided to travel from the 'Spirit World' to the town, so she was still unfamiliar with the whereabouts of certain locations.
Freya's lips curled up into a hint of a smile as her gaze rested on a mortal boy. He was looking at her up and down, he was, as a mortal would call it, 'checking her out'. "Gotcha." She muttered and slowly made her way towards him. As she approached him, the other two close on her heels, she licked her lips. She had fed today on a poor deer's spirit, but she couldn't help but savour the sweet smell of human spirit. "Hello, handsome." She purred, just inches away from the boy. "Would you be kind enough to show us to the beach?" Freya gestured toward her acquaintances, her head titled just the right amount to the side. After a moment of staring, almost drooling, the boy nodded his head and pushed his way through the crowd as if in a trance. "You really shouldn't do that. It's not fair." A smooth voice came from behind her followed by a deep chuckle. "Do what? I was just asking for directions." She shrugged innocently without turning towards the couple behind her.
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I finished my application, besides the history (but since it's optional, I'll get to it later).
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(Sorry..it posted like four times...)
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(Goodness..ignore this one too..)
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(So flippin sorry..idek.)
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(photo edit by me - painted look, pointed ears, and hair. Original not mine.)
They do not always wear the lipstick/eyeshadow.
Name
Jeaniene [jen - NEEN] or Agustin (when they are Agustin they do not retain the makeup and the lips turn a regular grey as well as the eyelids.
Age
107 yr., looks 18-20
Gender
Gender fluid/non binary Refer to as they/them
Type of 'Spirit/Human?
They are a unique type of spirit, which was created around the time that they died. They retain their human features, but their natural hair color turns dark. Their skin, a grey color that is the same shade as their skin before they died -- just a variation of grey or black now. In cases where a black-haired person dies and is chosen to become one of these spirits, they gain white hair instead of black and are seen as unique and rare. Their ears lengthen into elf-like ears and their canine teeth become a little sharper. However, it's not very noticeable. These spirits are able to change their form into anything they want it to be, however they still must retain a human's body shape for that is what they were when they died. They also must keep their ears and grey skin. These spirits are only made when someone dies young, as in under or at the age of twenty (20). They tend to be attracted to recent technology of the human age, as in computers, cell phones, cars, and the like. Most of these species own a home that is littered with wires and bits of tech, despite the low technologically advanced people of the town. They are also attracted to fads and things that go on with the technology. As in, some like to dress and look like hipsters, some like to have undercuts and wear leather, some use motorcycles and grow tousled beards.
Personality (Optional)
History (Optional)
Both will be found in RP
Powers
x Can change what they look like: hair wise, clothing wise, gender wise in an instant.
x Can teleport anywhere - as long as it is in sight. This skill takes lots of practice and sometimes results in missing or hurt limbs because of the jagged line of teleportation. It is not normally used.
x Can sense the powerful aura of energy that surrounds all magic users. Sometimes the magic user can tell when it is being detected, however, so it is not a normally used skill.[/pre]
Others
finally finished! <3 ;n; i've been working on this all day cause idk lol
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Elrick Sadover
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"From the moment we are born, we start dying. So this isn't life, this is death."
Elrick sat on a wooden bar stool, his boot clad feet brushing the mahogany floor. Resting an elbow on the laqour wood of the bar, Elrick sat his other hand on his drink- a bronze bottle filled to the brim with rum- one of his all time favorites. Bringing the bronze bottle to his lips, he took a hearty swig, letting the burning alcohol slide down his throat with little to no effect. It took several, maybe even a dozen bottles to get him tipsy- which of course, wasn't his intention; sometimes he just lost count.
The buzz of the bar ringed in his ears- some people flirting, others ordering drinks upon drinks, and some, having rather normal and bland conversations. Elrick saw no point in cheap table talk. It wasn't memorable, nor interesting- and he couldn't really keep up a conversation unless something intruiged him. The bartender infront of him, a petite brunette girl with large eyes and taut lips, was cleaning out a clear glass, her eyes flickering over the drunken men beside himself who tried- to no avail- to hit on her. However, her gaze seemed to linger on Elrick- probably because of the fact that he remained quiet- not trying to use a cheap pick up line to win her for the night.
The young woman leaned over the table, ceasing her duty of cleaning out empty bottles that were prior filled with beer, ale, fruity cocktails, and a whole world of concoctions. "Could I get your name, sir?" The petite brunette questioned, batting her full, thick lashes, her red lips curling into a smile. "Elrick- if that means anything to you." Elrick responded bluntly, however the corner of his full, beige lips twitched up in a small smile. "I dont mean to sound pretentious, but you're the only guy not to hit on me tonight. Thank you." The bartender commented with a laugh, before giving him a wink and returning to doing her job of cleaning out glasses.
Elrick made no vocal response to her, merely lifting his bottle and returning the wink, before bringing the bottle to his lips and downing a whole lot of the rum. Placing his drink back on the laquer bar table with a quiet 'thud' Elrick's brown eyes danced around the room, not really paying much attention to - well- anything really.
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(Welcome to the Roleplay, guys! Thanks for joining, I didn't expect this many people.~ Just hop in the Roleplay whenever you're ready. c: )
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Alexcs
StatsThe vampire sighed as he leaned forwards, fingers pressing lightly on his temples and elbows resting on his knees, shoulders tensed. He scolded himself mentally for what seemed like the hundredth time, quietly muttering a curse as he set his dull grey gaze on the dusty and cracked floor, booted feet tapping restlessly against the surface, the soft 'thudding' sounds echoing throughout the empty room. Nobody was in here with him - Fithel had disappeared to who knows where and a few minutes later Eirinn had left as well, not answering Thief's question of where she was going. Then afterwards the boy had gotten into a rather heated fight with the oldest of the four, and he left as well in a fit of rage. Except, unlike Fi and Eirinn, Alexcs knew what the youngest was going to do and was a little too late to stop him from continuing. And now here he was, stuck sitting on the tattered and worn couch with a bad feeling in his gut.
He absentmindedly scratched his chin as he lifted his gaze, meeting the small mirror at the corner of the room. Alexcs was slightly startled at his reflection - it was pretty obvious what he was feeling, his grey eyes filled to the brim with worry and wrinkles above his eyes, thanks to his furrowed brows. Releasing another heavy sigh, he attempted to relax, leaning back slightly and letting his hands fall to his lap, fingers still twitching nervously. The vampire bit his tongue gently, about to stand up and begin pacing again when he suddenly froze, gaze immediately darting up to the door, perking up slightly at the familiar sounds of steps. Well, they were slightly different. More... dragged, as though the person walking was tired. There was also something else, like scraping. He narrowed his eyes when he realized what it was, and could already guess what had happened.
Soon enough, after a quiet shuffling noise outside, the door banged open, and in came a teenager, nearly soaked with blood, and behind him he dragged... Well, Alexcs's suspicions were confirmed then. He frowned heavily, shifting his feet to stand up, but was stopped midway by the teenager, who held up one hand - fingers not how they were supposed to be - and simply uttered a word. "Don't." The vampire kept silent, eyes watching carefully as the younger pulled in the body with a little struggle in order to let the door creak shut. He stared for a moment longer before sitting back down, letting a sigh escape. "I told you it was useless, Thief."
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Thief
StatsThe young boy pressed himself against the wall, gritting his teeth in pain and trying to calm his heaving chest as he kept his pale green eyes fixed on the entrance of the alleyway, watching intently as multiple shadows moved quickly about, accompanied with confused shouts and curses. His legs shivered slightly with tension, fingers tightening their grip on the fabric of the jacket his companion was wearing... Well, it was more of a corpse now than his friend. Thief waited until the shadows disappeared and the voices faded away before pushing himself off the wall, stumbling a little and letting out a small hiss when his broken arm was jostled harshly. Steadying himself, he got a better grip on the body before making his way out of the dark corner and into the streets, starting to limp back to the old apartment that the group was now living in.
He regretted not listening to Alexcs, though he'd never admit it. The oldest of the group - The one he was currently dragging - was as good as dead when he didn't return after 5 days, Alexcs had said when they were arguing before, and the bloody vampire was right. Thief, of course, didn't believe him and had ran out with the intention and getting their lost companion back after yelling at Alexcs and calling him some rather rude names, and after nearly an hour finally managed to know where to go. However, the eldest member was still alive, but barely, and Thief stubbornly held hope for him. With that, he had decided to try and save the oldest from the mortal's strange contraptions but only managed to get into a fight with a lot of them, which led to him being outnumbered, and had now left him here - littered with bruises and wounds, dragging both himself and the already dead group member back to the old apartment. He could've won the fight, had it not been for one of the mortals stabbing him with something that was definitely poisoned, which had immediately dampened his powers, leaving him with nothing but a metal pole and only managing to create small, tiny flames relevant to that of a candle's by the end of the fight. To make it worse, his companion had been alive when he had escaped, but some time when they had finally found a place to hide, Thief checked his companion and found another group member dead. He felt guilty to leave the body in a stupid alleyway and so decided to make his way back with extra weight.
The half-demon blinked and glanced up, catching sight of the old door to the house they shared. He quickened his pace as best as he could, pausing outside for a moment to adjust his grip again, before kicking the door open with his feet and limping in, gaze resting on the familiar, expensive-looking shoes nearby that belonged to none other than Alexcs. When they shifted to stand, he held up a hand to stop the vampire. "Don't." The teenager mumbled, making sure that the older didn't move closer before pulling the corpse fully into the room, letting the door slowly swing shut on it's own, the creaks filling the silence. Thief let our another heavy breath, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest that followed the movement as he released his hold, letting the upper half of his dead teammate fall limply to the ground with a light thud, allowing more blood to stain the floor. Alexcs' next words filled the air and the teenager let his fingers curl into a fist, glaring at the floor and not looking at the older. His mouth opened to return a snark retort but nothing came out - He didn't have the energy to bother fighting back. Instead he bit his lip, fist slowly uncurling, tense shoulders finally slumping in defeat.
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Eirinn
StatsEirinn raised a brow slightly as she silently watched the scaly figure leaning on a wooden crate alone, head tilted up and gaze searching the sky. The Necromancer shifted her position slightly, standing straighter instead of leaning against the brick wall and slumping like a depressed man. She gave a quick glance to the sky herself, noticing the many stars for a moment. She could never know what the Haitaille was thinking, but her best guess would be that he was currently wandering off into his own mind or actually liked stargazing. Either way, Eirinn had finished what she came out to do and was currently bored - Not quite sure whether to return to the group, especially after she had passed by and heard the rather loud argument the two boys were having. It was lucky that they resided in an abandoned street. She pursed her lips in thought, then finally pushed herself fully off the wall and slowly walked over to Fithel, steps light and making no sound as she came to a halt behind the crate, turning her gaze to the sky again.
"It isn't wise to be outside, you know." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest as her own gaze shifted from star to star, though she found nothing interesting about them - It was just the sky and a source of light in the black sky. She looked over to the full moon at the side, staring at it for a while longer before finally looking back at the Haitaille, waiting to see if he would even bother replying or not.
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Max Fairfield
"Miss?"
It was with all the power in Max's body that she struggled to not ignore the raspy voice. Her head weighed itself down with lethargy and confusion as she hesitantly lifted it from the dewy grass with less than graceful movements. She remembered little aside from being attacked and passing out. Her eyes pinched closed in the radiating light of the overhead street lamp as the figure towering above her leaned over, blocking the light.
"Miss? Are you okay? You're bleeding.."
Max had little reaction aside from staring the man down with a furrowed brow and lethargic glare. "Here, let me see." The man added, his hand extending towards Max's neck with ease. She moved in a blur, her own hand smacking the man's away and standing. She appeared at a stop behind him, her lips parted as heavy breaths escaped her chest. The man offered little more than a gasp as fear consumed his cold gaze. Once so friendly and caring, he stared at Max with little more than hatred and disgust. "You're one of them.." He breathed in angst.
"One of them?" Max questioned in equal whisper, her chest heaving as her head grew heavier. Sounds echoed within her cranium; A party four blocks away, a man yelling at his wife at a nearby house, a bird whistling in a tree two blocks away. A shaky hand lifted to press into her temple as she struggled to ignore the pain. "You're a spirit.." The man's voice sprung anger from within Max's chest. A heat of judgement. "No, I just passed out." She hissed in reply, continuing to hold her head. "You're one of them beasts." He barked louder. "No I'm not" Max yelled back, her lips parting to reveal her teeth. Normal, seemingly. Aside from two elongated, sharp canines that slipped out from her gums with ease. A veil of fear and disgust crossed the man's expression. "You're a monster."
She broke. It was an instant reaction of fear and anger that Max sped forward, bending the mans head aside with a handfull of hair and sinking her teeth into his neck. The warm, comforting drink filled her mouth, cusping at her lips before spilling over onto her chin in waves of heated liquid. She ripped her mouth away, allowing the man to fall to the ground with a gurgle of desperation. A deep exhale escaped Max as she gazed down at the man, with first no expression, then suddenly guilt. "I'm sorry." She muttered, kneeling beside him and hesitantly reaching for his neck. With a forced push, he shoved her backwards, before rolling his back to her. Max watched with shock and guilt. Slowly, her hand reached up to glide to extended fingers along her lips, pulling away to reveal the warm blood covering their tips. "Oh god..I'm so sorry." She muttered. Max pushed herself to her feet, shaking her head desperately, "I'm sorry."
She struggled to remember how she did it. How she ran so quickly, but nevertheless, she attempted it again. It lasted only moments before exhaustion consumed her. Abruptly, Max came to a stop, her hand grasping a stop sign at a darkly lit corner for support as she palmed her forehead in lethargy. Her chest heaved with anxiety and fear as the noises grew louder. A scream echoed down the roads, and she knew. Someone foundat the man's body. With another gasp, she collapsed to her knees, gripping her hair in excruciating pain. Her fangs bared themselves from the waves of powerful emotions that swept through her.
"It was a spirit!"
"They're getting bold."
"Come on, round up the others. We need to find it. now."
The voices meant little to Max now. The world felt so cold, so useless and different as she held back the tears from her desperate struggle of pain. "What the hell is happening?" She groaned between gasps.
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Jeaniene
As they swung around into a bar, the spirit headed in with a swagger in their step. They were, currently, feeling female, so they sported a nice curly undercut with shining red lipstick. The locks of hair twirled down onto their face before Jeaniene, with a small thought, had them shrink down to a nicer size. They took a seat at the bar, next to quite the dapper man, with wavy blond hair. Hopefully he wouldn't stare at her with that "up and down" sort of disgusted look. They did get that a lot, however, being a spirit. They looked him up and down before the bartender strutted over and asked if Jeaniene would like a drink. Probably thinking they looked a little young to be in a bar -- but they were a spirit, so it wouldn't matter how old they looked. Although she looked nice, they could tell she had fear in her eyes. " 'Spose I would love one, thanks," they replied with a smile. "Not too toxic if you please." As the drink was delivered the spirit took a swig. Now there was quite a clear circle around them, as clear as could be that they were different and weird. No matter, this happened quite often and it didn't bother them at all. Hopefully the surfer-like blond kid (as those described on the Internet looked quite like him) wouldn't leave. Hoping there was a chance he wouldn't, they reached into the magical center of their soul and got a better look at his aura. It was a grey-ish colour with a tinge of more darkness. Jeaniene could tell that it had something to do with death and lost souls, but they didn't want him to notice their reaching, for sometimes the other creature could detect the spirit's wandering "eyes and ears," if you please. "So, surfer boy," she began to inquire, "how be you on this fine.. er, eve'?"
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Elrick Sadover
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"From the moment we are born, we start dying. So this isn't life, this is death."
Elrick glanced in their direction as they walked over, his brown eyes flickering over them in one swift, quick movement. It was just to identify the person as a whole, not to judge or pry at intentions. He could feel them prying, too, but made no exterior movement of discomfort or disgust at them doing so. It was only natural to be curious, right? The young lad adjusted his dark jacket, made out of some rough-looking material, not really interesting in starting a conversation at the moment. One hand was placed on his bronze bottle, which was running low on rum, and the other drumming against his jean clad thighs.
The Reaper perked up as they addressed him as "surfer boy." Boy, did that win them a large, heavily amused smile. He tilted his head towards them, arching an eyebrow in an interested manner. Finally, a conversation he could work with. "Well, surfer boy here is doing just grand. And how about yourself?" He shot the question back, his voice holding a sense of knowledge and wit as if he was much, much older than his appearance led on. He lifted the bottle from the laquer counter, letting the last drops of the rum slide down his throat in a hurry- as if there were to be a rum-drought soon. He places the empty bronze bottle on the counter with a small "Ah."
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[May I join?]
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{Human form}
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{'Spirit' form}
Name Tyler Jones
Age {Mortal} 18/ {spirit} 118
Gender Female
Type of 'Spirit' Venoter
A Venoter is a half human, half reptile hybrid. They can Control electricity and put small drops of venom in the volts. They can change into a flying reptile when threatened. They have scales run up the bridge of their nose and sharp nails that the keep cut to hide themselves. It is also very hard for them to control their power.
Personality (Optional) Quite (cant think)
History (Optional) {wip}
Description (Optional)
Powers electricity
Venom {at times}
Others
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((Sorry if my role-playing style seems weird to you, I'm trying out a different style that I like. uwu))
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Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt
A small draft came through the dimmed area; a sleeping body could be seen, though it was curled up like a dog but had feathers like a bird. It shook a little, tossing in its slumber - it was something out of a nightmare, to some, or perhaps a dream, to others. The creature blinked on eye, groggily sprawling on the ground. It sleepily rub both eyes, wrapping all six wings around it. It looked like a male human, though strange tattoos covered his arms and he had an eye on his forhead - it could've been for a religious reason, or maybe it was a personal reason - plus it had six too many wings for a human. His blue eyes looked upwards as if waiting for something, the dark, black whites of his eyes held a tired look. What woke me from my nap? He thought, shaking himself from the hard ground, though it was comfortable in his opinion. He lightly scratched his head, his hardly-natural, but still completely natural, hair flinging with the movement of his hand. It looked messy now, but he shifted it all to one side with a flick of his wrist. He climbed out of his sleeping place, standing and stretching himself out - wings and all. A small, child-like smile clung to his face as his wings were beginning to move into his body, looking quite painful though he didn't really feel anything. The marking of the eye on his forehead seemed to fade into transparency until it was gone - the same happen to his eyes' black whites, atleast until they resorted on a pearly white color. He ran a hand down his smooth face, feeling a little saddened about his reminder - he, unlike the other males, couldn't grow facial hair. It was rare in his species that the male couldn't grow a beard, let alone any facial hair, as the facial hair was normally a signal of dominance and it was a way to get a mate. He felt like he didn't need the facial hair, though, as he wasn't quite ready for a mate - despite his "lovey-dovey" moments with strangers. He thought he was too young for mates.
He left what he called home, but it was basically a scrap pile that some wild animal would use, and decided to go somewhere. He didn't know where, as he had just woken up and hardly had anyone he could consider close to him in the town. Maybe, he could go hop over to the bar. No, last time he went he got too nervous and - literally - jumped out the window, only because he had seen too many cute strangers in the room. The park would be a better place, though didn't normal humans think strangely towards adults who went to parks alone? Despite his thoughts, he was already heading in the direction of the park, still contemplating on whether to go or not. As he soon got to his "destination", he looked around. There was little to no life at the park, especially the playground - and that's to where he went, to swing on the swings.
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Jeaniene
When the male replied to their inquiry, Jeaniene leaned onto the bar counter and lifted their hand to scratch their nose. The surface was cold under their arm, and as they took another sip at the alcoholic drink, they felt a slight buzz in their pocket. They tucked their hand into their pocket and slipped out a touch-screen device. It displayed a small, rounded mailbox shape and some lettering beneath it. Not eager to show off their technologically advanced materials, they slipped it back into their pocket and looked up to resume the beginning of a conversation. "Brilliant. I am feeling just fine at the moment. A little artistic, perhaps. May I ask your name?" they replied with an air of confidence, and a strong tone in the voice. Their ears twitched a bit when the dull roar of the saloon-like place grew louder, and maybe a tiny bit of violence broke out. However, they were not listening and didn't care for the humans' squander, even though they had been one themself.
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Freya Lycanscope
The night was cold- Freya could tell by the white mist that escaped her lips every time she exhaled. The trio were following the mortal, laughing and swaying to and fro. They were not actually enjoying themselves, it was just an act to seem like a group of drunken teenagers. Lilliana nudged the two at either side of her and pointed in front of them. The moonlight bounced off of a slightly rippling surface. The beach.
Freya was on the verge of advancing towards it, like the others had, but a flash of white caught the corner of her eye. She turned her head, in curiosity and a hint of fear. A playground was in view, but at first it seemed deserted. Her grey eyes, now glowing in the darkness (a common Faerie trait) scanned the park. A slight movement caused her to narrow her eyes. There. A figure was sitting alone on a swing. She could tell straight away that this figure was not human, it cast off a different 'glow' than regular mortals. Twirling a stray strand of hair around her finger, Freya opened the metal gate with surprising silence and entered the park. She kept her distance from the creature as some 'Spirits' were hostile and perched with ease on top of the climbing frame. She hesitated before opening her mouth to speak. "Hello." Freya's voice was soft yet guarded, slicing into the silence of the night. It is noticeable to some that she has a hint of an accent, making her sound British, which seems to add to the allure of her words.
Freya's slim legs dangled down from her seat on top of the frame, her hair slightly shifting in the breeze. It had occurred to her that it was dangerous to be out alone, but she was perfectly able to fend for herself. Her cat-like eyes melted over their surroundings. She could see as well at night as she could in the day, humans seemed to think otherwise and usually attacked at night. It sent a shiver of annoyance over her. Since when did they get to be so cocky and confident? They should be the ones that are afraid.
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Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt
"Hello." The voice made his head turn upwards, a small frown coated his face until he saw her - it was then replaced with a warm smile. "Ah, hello." He said with a slight dip of his head. His movements might've come off strange, but he was trying to create an air of "I-won't-harm-you-unless-you-harm-me", which even glistened in his eyes. "Beautiful night, huh?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation going, but him with his feet lightly kicking to keep him moving a few inches off the ground - not much, just about three - made him seem child-like and innocent, though he somehow managed to keep the atmosphere that he had established. Something distracted him before he received her reply, his neck swivled backwards to watch a group of adolescent teenagers - probably fourteen or fifteen, seventeen at the oldest. He had a curious look to him, but then he remembered about the woman. He turned back, offering the same smile though his eyebrows furrowed in an apologetic way. "What leads a beautiful lady such as yourself out here~? He asked, blinking a few times.
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Elrick Sadover
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"From the moment we are born, we start dying. So this isn't life, this is death."
"Elrick. Elrick Sadover." The Reaper replied with a wave of charisma. Normally, he was a little wary on giving out his name and he usually just made one up on the spot, but they seemed reliable enough- and they didn't seem to pose a threat. With all of these spirits dropping dead lately, you had to be careful with whom you befriended. However, he wouldn't reveal his 'Grim Reaper' status just yet, seeing as most other spirits began blaming him for these spirits disappearance- since he could lead them over to the other side. Yet, that wasn't the case. Elrick would only lead another spirit over with his or her consent, and would ocassionaly ask for something in return.
Elrick raised his hand, the one that his fingers were drumming, and outstretched it towards them for a quick shake. "And yours? I, for one, dont really conversate that much, so I would appreciate learning your name since you happened to catch mye eye. I'm sure it's an interesting one." Arching a sly eyebrow, the Reaper gave a small, lopsided smile and bobbed his head at them. Tilting his head and awaiting an answer, the bartender soon replaced his empty bronze rum bottle with a brand new, fresh one. Ah, great. He gave a curt, thankful nod to the brunette bartender.
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DakotaPushing a hand through his hair, Dakota walked down the sidewalk of the strange town. His strides were long and confident as he scanned the stores lining the roads. The moon above him shined brightly overhead. A few people looked at him funny, obviously staring at his hypnotically and shockingly bright green eyes. Although, since it was late, most people were too drunk to think twice about his eyes. Plus, many people asked him about his eyes. Dakota just simply said that he was wearing contacts, which seemed to fool everyone enough. With a small sigh, Dakota pushed through the door of a bar, loud drunken shouts and murmurs of conversation immediately filled his ears. He didn't drink. Nor did he ever plan to drink. But humans and most spirits alike loved to drink. He'd look peculiar if he just sat and hung around. The Lignum tugged on his jacket sleeves to make sure they were down all the way, for they concealed his Lignum markings just perfectly. After scanning the room, he grabbed a bar seat, and sat down. A chair down he saw, what seemed to be a female and male mingling. The male seemed dark, and the female confident. His thoughts were interrupted by the perky voice of the bartender. "What can I get ya?" Dakota turned his head to see her behind the bar, waiting for his answer. She had long brunette hair, and too much cleavage showing. The girl widened her eyes when she saw his own. "Wow...dude what's with the eyes?" She said with a sharp inhale of air. Dakota made a small humorous 'Hm' sound. "Contacts. And I'll take a whiskey." The girl seemed pleased enough by his answer. "One whiskey comin up." She said in a more perky voice. In a matter of seconds a glass of whiskey was in front of him. He nodded a thank you to the girl. Dakota wasn't going to drink it, obviously, but he should at least look it. He turned to face the other way on his chair, and leaned back, resting his elbows on the bar. A few people glanced at his eyes here and there but were quickly consumed again by drunken conversation.
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Freya Lycanscope
"Ah, hello." The figure was quick to reply, his tone and body language clearly expressing his 'only violent if necessary' intentions. "Beautiful night, huh?" He added. Freya didn't fail to notice that this was a common so-called 'pick-up line' used by most men, but he seemed to say it as if just stating a fact. A ripple of surprise spread across Freya's usually impassive features, but she was quick to recover her open smile. Her glowing grey eyes examined the man. He swung gently on the swings, his feet a few inches above the ground. Although most would of been put off by his almost child-like stance, Freya was curious. Most men held themselves with pride, sub-consciously flexing their muscles. This man seemed to do the opposite.
"You could say that. It is a bit cold though." Freya even shivered to emphasise the fact but was disappointed to see that his attention was elsewhere. She followed the man's gaze to where a group of mortal teenagers stood. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, leaning back on her sharp elbows. "What leads a beautiful lady such as yourself out here?~" Freya couldn't help but chuckle at the question. "I was planning on going down to the beach. Those mortals don't scare me." She said, but she said it as a fact, not to boast. Those words had been dangerous. For all she knew, the man could be a so-called 'Spirit hunter'. "Would you care to join me?" She offered, sliding off of the frame with inhuman grace.
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(Awaiting crystwolf before I post again)
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Jeaniene
The spirit's eyes shifted when they sensed someone approach a seat away. They decided to ignore it, and proceeded to pick up the conversation. "Jeaniene. Sometimes," they replied with a slight smile. Behind them, they heard the word "contacts" emerge from the man. Swiveling around in the barstool, quite unnaturally excited, their pointed ears looked almost perked up in interest. Eyes glowing in the dim light, they quickly spoke up: "Contacts!? How do they work? Does it hurt? Why do you wear them? Do you have glasses?" Jeaniene's eyes sparked with curiosity. Being the kind of spirit that they were, they were attracted to technology and how it worked. Especially for them, the ones that affected human lifestyles. They could barely keep from holding the huge grin back on their face, and it looked as if they could explode at any minute. However, they kept their cool and only let a small, curious look emerge on their skin. As they had turned in the chair so fast, they figured that they had probably scared him as well as been quite rude to their previous conversation with Elrick. "Oh, erm, sorry," she muttered, slowly turning the chair back, "I can't help my interest for technology. Comes with turning into a spirit. So, er, what're you doing in a bar?" she apologized, then asked with a slight tilt of her head to show that she was actually interested.
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(Sorry, got a little busy these past few days.)
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Alexcs
StatsAlexcs' frown deepened when Thief didn't reply, only shifting so that he resembled the pose of a guy whom had given up. It was strange to see that, from Thief out of all people - Though he was the youngest of both his family and his group, he didn't seem like the miserable runt and was in fact the loudest, most annoying person hanging around, never one to fall behind. The silence felt even more awkward with the teenager around and the vampire suddenly shifted to the side, the movement giving an invitation for Thief to sit down on the couch. He kept his gaze fixed on the boy, carefully seeing what injuries he had gained and how bad it was. He was definitely no doctor, but maybe he could do something to help.
Well, the first thing he noticed was that the blood wasn't entirely Thief's. A mortal's blood and a Spirit's blood smelled entirely different, and tasted different as well. To him, at least. He quickly focused somewhere else - Having not eaten his fill for more than 4 days was rather stressful, especially when somebody comes lumbering in, absolutely drenched in the drink that he so liked. The boy's face was a mess, covered in dirt and grime with cuts littered all over. His lip was split in two places and his left eye seemed to be nearly swollen shut, his nose just about as crooked as his fingers. From the way he hardly breathed and leaned a little to the side, he could guess that there were multiple cracked ribs. His right side was where most of the blood had leaked from, and without a thought he shifted Thief so he could see better, ignoring the boy's protests. A gunshot wound. Alexcs pursed his lips in thought, humming lightly. That was probably a rather big fight there, enough to disorient Thief and get him so many injuries. But, there wasn't many who could...
The vampire's eyes widened, and he shifted back, turning to the younger male. "Those mortals could see you?" He muttered, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Thief's blunt reply and suspicious look afterwards. Alexcs scratched his chin again, gaze shifting blankly to the door. "I'm pretty sure that a whole group of mortals wouldn't be... Depressed. Especially when they were experimenting him." He continued, gesturing to the corpse in front of them. "Yet, they could see you."
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Thief
StatsThief finally glanced up when Alexcs made room, and he quietly walked towards him and sat down on the empty space, shifting to not put pressure on his wounds. He brought a hand up, wiping away both the blood from his nose and his mouth on his already bloodied knuckles. He gave another glance at the vampire when the silence seemed to stretch on, narrowing his eyes when he noticed the other clearly staring at him. He didn't know how the other 'weirdos' - The group of misfits - could handle silence - He couldn't. If anything, it was unbearable. He was sure that if he was locked in a room with nobody for 15 minutes he would lose it and start talking to himself... Though he probably had already done that many times. Thief shook his head, about to reach over and grab the dirtied cloth on the table to wipe his face when a hand suddenly grabbed his arm and shifted him so that his side with the gunshot wound would be facing Alexcs.
"Hey!" He yelled in surpise, jerking away from the vampire and raising a brow. He was unprepared for Alexcs' question and snorted. "Well, of course, dummy." He sneered, looking more directly at the older this time. After Alexcs' little talk of his thoughts the Half-Demon stared at him as though he had grown a second head, then promptly let out a rather obnoxious, sarcastic laugh. "Shut it, Mask-Face. Those mortals are not getting the better of us, even with their fancy machines and whatnot." He snarled, legs lifting to rest on the coffee table in front of them. His denial made no sense and was very weak, but he couldn't simply accept the fact that the humans, the ones who were supposed to be their prey, supposed to be afraid of them, were getting the advantage. He hardly noticed that he was slowly coming back to his old self, though whenever he took a glance at the dead corpse near the door he almost felt like going silent again. Audibly swallowing, he crossed his arms and leaned back, wincing when sharp pain assaulted his chest. "So what if they can see us? I'm way too fast for them." He added quietly in a mumble, though he knew that this would be a huge problem for the vampire, who relied on not being seen and used it many times to his advantage.
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Eirinn
StatsShe shrugged at Fithel's words, choosing to keep silent again, moving to lean against the crate, facing the opposite side. Her grey eyes searched the streets, randomly stopping on empty spots as though she was actually looking at something. At least, that was what it looked like to most people. Though they would probably see a completely empty area, Eirinn could see a few dead, ghost-like mortals wandering around aimlessly, though she wasn't sure what they were doing. Her gaze stopped on each and every one of them, though it quickly moved away - until she finally settled on staring at one lone soul, who was openly staring back at her, standing still with his arms flopping by his side, as though he was waiting for her. He had bags under his eyes and only had one leg, but was still somehow standing without any support. It took a moment before she realised who he was exactly - A random guy she had met on the streets, who had managed to see her even as a mortal and had begged her for death. She had ignored him then, but he still ended up dead anyway. Eirinn raised a brow, then made a dismissive gesture with a wave of her hand, to which the dead human scowled at.
She didn't bother to see if he had left or not and instead turned back to Fithel, suddenly replying to his words after that brief moment of silence. "You never know what they might be doing." She murmured, a hand shifting to rest on the crate, fingers lightly tapping a gentle rhythm as she directed her gaze to the ground.
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Elrick Sadover
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"From the moment we are born, we start dying. So this isn't life, this is death."
"Pleasure to meet you, Jeaniene." Elrick states with an emphasized hospitality, however it was a tad forced. Bringing the fresh, new bronze bottle of rum, he strirred around the liquid contents, before finally bringing it to his lips, and taking several long gulps before releasing the new bottle- which was already running dry. Out of his peripheral vision, he watched the masculine figure with vibrant green eyes take a seat, and Jeaniene's sudden interest in his "contacts." Such a bubbly, curious little spirit, weren't they? He, too, was a bit curious as to why this unknown figure was wearing such prominent green contacts? If they even were contacts at all. Despite those thoughts stirring around in his head like the rum in its bronze bottle, Elrick gave a small, lopsided smirk.
At Jeaniene's apology, Elrick let an amused breath flicker between his lips, shaking his head slowly. "Don't fret." He reassured them with a mumble, before drumming his fingers lazily on his thigh. However, at their comment Elrick's brown eyes widened an ounce or two. "A spirit." He repeated, giving a small grin, approving of the species very much. Yet, he had yet to share his own species, but wouldnt even bother bringing that topic up. "How very interesting." Elrick muttered to himself, being genuine about his interest to the species as a whole. What seems like a lifetime ago, Elrick actually had a band of spirits, constantly following him as he led others, and themselves to the other side. It was a fun little band of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, strangers, old time friends- all mixed into one, offering their services to Elrick in return for a one way ticket home. Ah, the memories were cute, that was for sure.
Snapping his attention back to the conversation, Elrick's eyes light up. "What am I doing here? Well, I wanted a drink, of course. How about yourself- you dont take me for an alcoholic type." His dry tone stated rather lively, giving a small smile before letting his gaze roam past them, and onto the male with the contacts. Wondered what the story was behind that. Nevertheless, he returned his attention to Jeaniene, giving her a small tilt of his head.
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Max Fairfield
The pain waved through her cranium with heated thuds of noise and vision. "Oh, tsk tsk tsk." The voice barely stood out amongst the deep walls of yells and shouts already within Max's mind, but the figure before her did. "Look what we have here, a fledgling with no maker?" The voice was deep and rough like nails scratching wood. Max peered up past her brow, baring her newly found fangs as another figure approached. The neighborhood was dark, a path Max rarely took. It was filled with abandoned houses and the poor. And the homes of spirits. A large, brutish handand was pushed Max's way, and instinctively, she flinched away, baring her fangs further. "Oh.." The man laughed wholeheartedly, "Okay." Moving quickly, he reached down, yanking Max to her feet. She gasped as his hand clenched around her throat, her feet dangling from the ground as he held her against the stop sign. "What kind of spirit just wanders about at night. huh?" He growled through clenched teeth. "I'm not a spirit!" she hissed back. Another laugh escaped the man as he slipped out a hunting knife, its silver depths glimmering in the lamp light. "You're in denial sweetheart." Max kicked out, her feet colliding with nothing but air as he tightened his grip. "This is..dumb." Max gasped, "This is a neighborhood of spirits..if I am one.."
Another deep chuckle cut her off, "You think Spirits stick together? That they protect one another? They aren't people, girl. They're monsters, like you." His grip tightened with each word, and with each word, she found the world growing dimmer and dimmer.
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Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt
He thought about her offer, wondering what would happen if he went or didn't. The male shook his head. "I have to apologize, but I cannot go. Or not rather than 'cannot', but 'do not want' to go." He spoke with a slight smile still on his face, but strangely, he felt estranged and neutral. "I don't exactly have the best feeling towards, erm, you. Perhaps later, though~?" It wasn't often that he was invited to really anywhere, but he had told her the truth, even if he couldn't tell humans apart from "spirits", which wasn't the best of things. She was beautiful, and he should've been nervous or shown some sign of enjoying her company, or appearance atleast, but he hadn't. He continued to swing with the child-like posture and small smile, despite giving her a truthful answer.
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Freya Lycanscope
Freya couldn't help but be surprised at the stranger's answer. "Oh, no. That's alright." She waved the apology off, but her tone had a hint of something else in it. "I was just being polite." She turned away and jumped gracefully down from the frame. "Maybe later, Spirit." She hissed the last word, quickening her pace to catch up with her earlier aquaintences, muttering to herself. She jumped the fence once again with ease despite her dress, approaching the three that had been waiting for her.
"What was that about?" Lilliana was eyeing Freya warily. "Oh, nothing. Just some guy that turned down the pleasure of our company." She smiled as her gaze landed on the mortal boy. She waved him away, laughing as he looked around him in bewilderment. "Go away, little mortal boy." She teased, shooing him off with her hands. The remainder three set off towards the glistening water, continuing their 'drunken teenager' act.
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Name: Nebula
Age: 384 years old, 31 in human years
Gender: Female
Type of Spirit: She can turn into a Phoenix (if it's ok)
Personality: Shy, but always a great friend when you get to know her.
History: Ask in rp
Description: In her 'human' form, she has platinum blonde hair, with black shirt and a katana over her back. She has torn pants and her hair is in ponytail. In Pheonix form she is a beautiful bird, with a head crest and orange red feathers. She has flowing tail feathers.
Powers: She can turn into a Phoenix
Other: None
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Dakota snapped his head around to look at the two again, his green eyes shining. Nobody has ever taken an interest in his cover story before. He sighed, running a hand through his hair with a small chuckle. "I don't mind telling." He spoke up, leaning one elbow on the bar as he faced them. "They're colored contacts, so you just put them on your eye and they color a persons regular eye color, but leave room for your pupil to see. It sting a little when you put them in but barely any hurt after. I wear them mostly for show. And no I don't have glasses. These contacts are made for show, not to improve sight." Dakota was surprised at how easily the lies slipped out of his mouth. He smiled slightly, pleasures by his ease to lie slightly. He had his whiskey in hand, swirling the liquid around slowly, bored. Sighing, he studied the two. They looked deleting dog normal, but Dakota will never stop being suspicious if any. Bars were crawling with Spirits anyway.
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Welcome, Dunasaur! Feel free to hop in whenever you like.~
Currently waiting for K3IRA to respond before I post.)
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(Bumpety)
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Nebula sat on a rooftop edge, staring across the city. She looked at the sun. It would weaken a normal mortals sight, but it didn't affect her. She was part Phoenix, which was a majestic fire bird. Nebula then stood up and leapt off the building, plummeting about 80 feet down. But her skin turned to feathers and her arms turned to wings. Eventually she was a Phoenix, and soared to the ground. She leveled her body and slowed down. Landing on a lamp post, she let out shriek. She looked to her right and watched a man. He wasn't a mortal. She leapt off the lamp and morphed into a human. She took her katana out of it's sheath, and walked down the sidewalk, looking at her feet while holding the katana in her left hand.
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While she was walking, Nebula saw a female mortal with her child. Nebula smirked and quickly morphed into her phoenix form. She let out a cry and the child turned and pointed at her, "Mommy look! A birdie!"
"Yes honey, you can see the birdie tomorrow." Nebula flew off, she saw a man, a Spirit to be precise, sitting on a crate (Fithel). She landed beside him on the crate, her vivid orange, red and yellow tail feathers hanging off the edge. She nudged his pocket and looked at him, hoping for a free meal.
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Kirrily Akasma
Age:
22 Years Old
Gender:
Female
Type of Spirit/Human:
Asmesian Spirit
- A name given to those that have come in contact with the Asmesia Blossom, a beautiful yet toxic and lethal indigo flower and have survived. Most of the victims were formerly humans that had stray seeds ingrained in there system, adapting and morphing their blood to handle the high toxicity of the acid the flowers spew. The hosts frequently suffer from sudden sickness and odd mood swings.
Personality
She is a very open girl and easy to talk to, though many have not given her a chance to speak without fleeing due to what she is. Her mind is normally blissfully innocent and she's quite the optimist even during multiple situations. Her odd positive charm is bother a strength and weakness as she can easily be used and manipulated by someone with a high intellect. Despite this, she is rather bright able to rationalize situations easily. Only a few times with her control has she snapped and become hostile towards others. Though her slight bipolar traces make sudden anger, depression and hyperactivity in her very unexpected.
History:
The girl was born to a normal human family of five in one of the lesser towns of Germany, Kirrily being the youngest of the bunch. The family often moved from place to place to accompany their lack of wealth. Many nights, the family would have to stay in the depths of the wilderness and camp out in make shift tents. The children were still awfully young and often played in the depths of the forest. The girl one day came across the Asmesia blossom when she had gone off for a walk alone after a quarrel with her siblings. The moment she went to pick the flower, a vine came from it's stem and slowly began taking over the young 7 year old's body, the toxins causing her to black out almost instantly. The moment she woke up consciously, she found herself back at her family's camp site, though none were in view. She went to search around for them and soon found an entanglement of large roots, canopying over the pile she discovered. Nearly all of her family could be identified in the limp pile and were already beginning to disintegrate into the ground. After witnessing that, the girl sat close by the sight where the bodies were, crying for most of the night before she fell asleep. As she woke the next morning, she arose to see the bodies completely gone with the odd indigo flowers in there spot, forming the shrine she would visit for years. She continued to live out her years in the forest until she was roughly around teen age, becoming reputed of being a murderous monster due to her inability to harness her life draining ability and spent most of that time in solitude.
Around the time she was the age of fifteen, a military force marched through the forest, burning much of it searching for the girl. She watched as one burned down the shrine of her family and became quite hostile entity, using her powers over plant life to take out many of the military soldiers. Though she quickly ran out of strength from not sapping the life out of other plants and was quickly detained and sent to a secret research facility hidden in the depths of Siberia's cold tundra. Kirrily was help captive for much of her life after in a cage on the top floor of the research lab so she had no resources to plant life below. Most of the scientists were rather hesitant to approach the girl besides a set few, a couple she even shared deep bonds with. When time had come to execute the girl for security purposes, one of the workers refused to let the others do so and implanted an odd serum throughout her body that allowed her to momentarily regain her powers and completely demolish the lab she was held captive in, with the exception of the one who had assisted her in doing so and a couple lucky survivors. From that point, she has been roaming on her own for quite some time after.
Description:
[Human form] Kirrily stands around 5'6'' and is rather lean with a delicate looking physique. Her hair glimmers a deep dusky brown. almost a dark tan in broad light that reaches well down her back, almost all the way past her back nearly always laying down straight. One side of her hair has a braid embedded in her locks as well as a few quills and feathers. The most prominent accessory is the normal dark purple flower always seemed to be tucked behind her right ear, nearly always showing. Her gaze is a luminescent hazel tone brighter than most that naturally have this eye color. Her dress contains of a knee length laced black dress bare of sleeves accompanied by natural hand made jewelry that greatly reflects her abilities. Loose vines and roots of plants are normally curled up from her knees down to her Achilles's heel. Her feet are almost always bear as she likes the feel of the earth direction under her toes. Up both of her arms against her fair skin are the faint markings of light golden Celtic knots down to her fingertips, a hollow sun like symbol laying on the back of her hands resembling light tattoos. A similar marking resides under her left eye, clouding much of that side of her face.
[Mythical form] In this form, her hair grows out much more with the lengths easily reaching the ground., becoming a tad darker and the ends transition to long vines that she can manipulate at her will. Her skin looses much of its natural color with almost a light blue sheen to it. The ends of her nails grow out much more easily, resembling near black roots and past her waist she is nearly all coveted in the same toned roots and vines, her bare legs completely covered. The Celtic symbolism plaguing her body becomes more prominent in the shade of indigo and any injuries she acquires will have the same color bleeding from them. Occasionally, her eyes will leak traces of the dark blood as well.
Powers:
Although she is not much of a fighter, she has quite a nasty arsenal of tricks up her sleeve. Kirrily is able to manipulate many sorts of plant life, normally in the form of vines, roots, leaves and flowers. She can absorb energy from other plant life with the sacrifice of it withering away and is able to spawn the same poisonous flower that plagues her body. Some attacks include:
- Spreading noxious pollen in the air.
- Using roots or vines to ensnare foes.
- Using spiked stems and vines as whips
- Sharpening the density of the leaves around her until they have the strength of steel and hurling them at the foes.
- Slow sapping life energy out of victims.
Other:
- She has many attributes in common with most plants, enjoying both sunshine and rain though dreading the cold.
- She loves the water though is quite risky for her to stay submerged in it for too long as the ingrained seeds from the plant in her body might progress and take over her actions.
- She has a fear of flames, snow, several insects including spiders and mosquitoes especially, violence and hurting others unintentionally.
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((Sorry for not posting, but I've read that posts. uwu I just didn't know what to post.))
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Heath "Sammy" Samus Velt
He gave a slight laugh as she walked away, but stopped once he was left alone with his thoughts. His feet kept letting him swing, a soft ringing taking over his ears, his eyes looked at the sky. He wanted to fly so bad, but he knew not to in public. What would become of him if humans found out that he was a "spirit"? Anything was possible.
The stranger who had left seemed oddly familiar, as if he had chatted with her or possibly somebody of the same species. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter now, does it?" He asked himself, shaking his head.
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Freya Lycanscope
The half-fey had long since grown silent as they reached the beach. She briefly glanced back at the park, she knew that Spirit from somewhere. Her conscience tugged her towards the memory, but she couldn't place them. "Give it a rest, Freya. He said no. Big deal." Lilliana tugged Freya's sleeve, beckoning her towards the sea. Freya's lips were set in a thin line, "I don't care if he said yes or no." She hissed. She noticed the usual push against the words as they escaped her lips. It happened whenever she told a lie; because she was a half-fey, she could lie all she wanted, but it still took some effort to actually tell one. The truth was, the fact that he said no shocked her and hurt her. And that was a pretty difficult thing to do. She bit her lip and stood up from her seat in the sand, brushing the grains from her dress. "I'm gonna go for a walk. If I'm not back in an hour, I'm either dead or drinking." Her lips playing at a smirk, she turned away from the couple and strolled up the sandy path to escape the beach.
Only a few people were wandering about the streets, all wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Freya suddenly felt overdressed. She sighed, making sure to keep her eyes, her only Spiritual feature, on the ground to avoid any hunter seeing them. Spotting a bench, Freya stepped a few yards closer to it before examining it. It was something she was forced to do due to her fear of spiders. Spiders. It made her shudder at even the word. With the bench seemingly all-clear, she sat down, blending perfectly into the shadows. Even if someone walked straight past her, she would most likely not be noticed.
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Kirrily Akasma
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The young girl traversed the vast seas of emerald that surrounded her, being quite light on her feet. It was times like this that she loved to be out in such an environment. The gentle breezed that tapped her bare shoulder, carrying the sweet scent of forest blooms was always enough to put her mind at ease. Kirrily had stopped in her tracks once she saw the daunting intimidation of a settlement up ahead and gently caressed the flanks of her own pale arms. Maybe It's time to give them another chance. She forced the thought to surface in her conscious but felt rather ill and pessimistic about venturing back into human civilization. After all, the mere thought of being caged up in the past after others had found out about her strange attribute was enough to send frightful tremors to course in a frenzy up and down her veins. She swallowed hard at her thought, having to think it over quite hard. A burning curiosity was fueling inside her about these people. Humanity always reminded me of her pleasant former life before she turned into this nature in-tuned freak. Her grasp around her arms tightened a bit as she thought about the risk of leaving her barricade of leaves, though her thought process eventually gave in as she sighed in a low tone to herself, "I can't help it. I want to meet others there. Hopefully I won't have any slip ups." She bit her lip as she forced her trembling legs onwards leading towards the city.
What if I can't blend in? What if no one will understand me? I'll probably appear like a childish and ignorant freak. The paranoid thoughts surfaced, making a grimace discretely cross her face. Her clouded bronze gaze suddenly lifted once she could hear the clamor of conversations jumbled into one unidentifiable and sparked brightly with a flicker of fascination. It may have been quite a primitive village to those used to the city life, but to kirrily, every aspect intrigued her. The stable walk ways easy to tread, bare of the stray foliage and roots to trip over she was used to mazing through. How there were so many abodes lining the street, all of them staying in glorious harmony somehow. The people lining the streets walking in cluttered unison cooperatively and tolerantly. Many threw her quite a perplexed glance once setting sight upon her forestesque attire, though she didn't care in the slightest. She wore a broad anxious smile as she took in much of her surrounds, remaining in slight awe of how such a place could exist. She could feel her hand lurch to grip over her stomach as it made a slight protesting sound, desiring some sort of nourishment. "I will. I will," she argued with her hunger before lifting her head curiously. An unfamiliar aroma had stolen her attention as she continued her way through the heart of the small town, finding herself arriving where many shops and restaurants were downtown.
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((Ahh! I'm so sorry I was gone! We moved unexpectedly and I wasn't able to get any internet. OhmanIfeelbad. uwu I'll have to post later, though, sorry.))