Since the beginning of their existence mortals have been of the opinion that the world operated on two principles, survival of the fittest and free will. They didn’t necessarily call the idea’s as such but they believed in them just the same. They have always, and still to this day are contented with this ideal…..little knowledge or acknowledgment goes to the truth beneath there very nose. The truth of the reality that mortal eyes are quite in refusal to see. After all, to acknowledge the truth is to give up the idea of free will. Free will is an ideal that has never existed.
A group of beings roams the earth, separate from the mortals though existing just the same. They call themselves the Immortals. The immortals control the world as we know it. Working together to twist the world into the way it was meant to be. The way creation wants it to be. The immortals, acknowledged by mortals as ideas, take on the roles and powers given to them to work together to follow the instructions. Many immortals exist. Those such as time, chaos, order, life, death, and nature, to name a few. All working together under the Seers guidance. For you see the seer is the only one of them that can read the book of instructions, written and created by Creation.
One day the book wrote instructions that the immortals didn’t wish to see. An instruction to take out one of there own. Held together by fate the immortals had no choice by to follow the instructions in the book. Hope, the immortal of strength and courage, was a good immortal. Just about as good as you could get. She was as wise as she was strong, but one day the book told them it was time for hope to die. The seer second guessed herself in thinking she had read the instructions wrong, but the others could not read them so she tried to demand to see creation. See if the instructions where really real.
However, Creation never came. Never came to see the Seer in her biggest time of need. The seer wept upon the ground, for the Immortal of Hope was her friend. Born from the tear that fell a messenger came and told her to be strong. Told her that Hope was in fact a traitor to the group, a being who needed to be taken out in order to save the rest. And so the plan was set. The group set things into motion as they always had, they carried out the plans that they where given……but not without consequence.
To do something so against there fiber of being destroyed their hearts and there souls. They sought for a way out. You see creation put a plan into play the moment s/he created the immortals. There is a way for them to end there own existence. But they must seek out there own death. Only through there own willing death can they later be reborn into new forms. They where so wrought with sadness that each one, one after the other sought there own death until only life remained.
Without the immortals to guide the world Destruction grew more powerful then creation and through the world into a state of darkness. Life tried desperately to stop the world from falling into anarchy but life alone does not have that power…..and it would take time for the new immortals to be born. Finally at last the time came for the new immortals to be born, but could they reverse the state the earth had fallen into? Could they overcome the shadows from there past that so desperately destroyed there predecessors.? Or is it simply to late to fight back….?
I know everyone hates these things, but I deem them to be a bit....necessary.
1) Follow the Mene ToS. I think this rule is obvious.
2) Keep it PG-13....Romance is fine but don't take it anywhere thats gonna get us shut down guys. This is not a Romance based RPG...it really has no need to go that far.
3) Conflict: I expect that there will be conflict in this RPG. No god modding or power playing. It really just does't make the RPG fun for anyone. Expect to be hit, no one avoids everything thrown at them every-time. If you get hit don't whine about it. Whine(in character), cry or fight back but don't be childish about the whole thing. I will kick you out of the RP. I hate drama.
4)No perfect characters. All characters have weaknesses, its what makes the RP interesting.
5) Literacy is a must. If you can't post 8-9 solid sentences per post then I am afraid this RP is not for you.
6) PM me all profile skeleton's. At that time I will discuss any other important things about the character you should know.
7) NO DRAMA. Period. Don't start shit.
8) I reserve the right to amend these rules at any given time.
If you wish to play one of the immortals then you must fill out the following skeleton.
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This is where I will post the profile, the short basic ones are either A) not taken yet, or B) Not handed in as far as the skeleton goes.
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Name: Dani Olivia Paendrag Username: Angelo Age:12, but appears to be a small preschooler Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 2'7" Weight:22lbs Skin-tone: Pale, almost ghostly Hair Color: Pale blonde; looks a lot like sand Eye Color: Violet, though it shifts from light to dark Typical Clothing style:Pull-ups under loose jeans and t-shirts if available. Most of her clothing is very childish due to her size, consisting of onesies, coveralls, ruffled shirts, and begemmed/embroidered jeans with elastic waistbands. All of her shoes are velcro, and her socks are often covered with lacy ruffles. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:She has a mark on her left wrist that looks like clocks inside of an hourglass, one on top and one on bottom. Photo:
Bio/history:
Family: Dani's an orphan. Her parents died in a bank robbery when she was little, so she never knew them. The caretakers at the orphanage treat her one of two ways. Either they think she's helpless, or they want nothing to do with her. The other kids tolerate her, but they don't actively pursue her friendship. History: Dani grew up either being ignored for her condition, or being treated like she was helpless, so she's not entirely sure how to act around others. For the most part, she's a recluse. It makes it kind of hard to do anything with others when they're afraid they'll get yelled at for being too rough with her. Not to mention that some kids her age treat her like she's little more than an infant. Her incontinence and shyness are two of the reasons people never adopted her. As such, she tends to see others as better than herself, developing a low self-esteem from rejection. Bio: Still at the orphanage, Dani fears she has power of some sort, but she's not sure what it means. Likes: Dani adores the color purple, and bats. Bats are her favorite animal, making up the most of her stuffed animals, most of which are larger than her. She also loves strawberries and cream, able to eat dozens of them at a time. While despising the need for Pull-ups, she actually doesn't mind wearing them, as they are fluffy against her bum. Dislikes: Bees, allergy and all. She also detests pink, simply because it is a childish color. She hates being treated like an infant, and having to wear Pull-ups, but she hates accidentally messing in her sleep even more. Due to her small size, the doctor says her bowels are smaller, so she has the control of a recently potty-trained toddler, and therefore she tends to have midnight accidents.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Dani can stop time completely, slow it down, or speed it up. Due to her lack of control, Dani often speeds up time on things she touches, causing them to decay at an unnaturally fast rate. Plastic is entirely unaffected by this, as it takes thousands of years for it to break down. She can also see the past and future. Weapons:Dani's weapons are her fists and feet, having taken Snake Style Kung Fu at her counselor's request. Skills: Dani is considered almost a genius, fair trade off for such a tiny body. She's able to think quickly and perform a variety of tasks. She has eidatic memory, which means she can recall everything she's ever experienced. Her ability to play music comes from her memory. All she needs to do is see a chord or note performed, and she can replicate it. Her small size also offers her amazing abilities at hiding, and reaching small spaces. Equipment: Her diaper bag, a backpack that holds several Pull-ups, two sippy cups, her epi-pen, her wallet and information, and a spare change of clothes. Weaknesses: Her allergy to bees, her inability to affect plastic, and her tiny body. Due to her size, hits are a lot stronger on her, while she has a hard time dealing much damage unless she hits right.
Creation:
Age: unknown
Gender: unknown
Approved powers: All powers in pertinence to creation or the things s/he created. S/he created the immortals.
Side note: PM me if you want this character, there are things you need to know.
Played by: n/a
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The Usual:
Name: Tarashi Eijirou, also goes by the name of Samael Username: KageShio Age:Looks to be in his mid twenties most times. Gender: Usually male
Appearance:
Height: about 6'3" most of the time Weight: 190 Skin-tone: Asiatic pale Hair Color: Normally a raven black that fades to deep red at the tips Eye Color: A cat-like gold-green Typical Clothing style: Classy, elegant and edgy. usually top-line fashions and everything is normally black with gold touches. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:An archaic Angelic Sigil lies between his shoulder-blades. Photo:
Bio/history:
Family: History: Bio: He has watched the growing havoc in the world below from his fortress for many years now, the Ingarnates taking care of his every whim, however current happenings might force him to step off his throne once more. Likes: Getting his way, seducing and corrupting innocents, spicy things, luxurious things, politics, breaking the law, confusing mortals, being all-powerful, fire, decayed and destroyed things Dislikes: Losing at anything, being pushed aside/rejected, bitter foods, dirty things, the poor, mortals as a whole, Life that grows over desolation
Powers/Skills
Powers: He takes being the opposite of Creation to every extreme he can. Not only can he destroy anything down to it's very atoms, but he can defy most laws of the world. For example, he frequently chooses to float and hover just to defy the law of gravity. Weapons: He generally lets the Ingarnates fight for him, but if he must take action, he generally relies on his powers. When all else fails, he is moderately proficient at brawling and can use make-shift weapons fairly well. Skills: He prides himself in his skills at persuasion and seduction, using his silver tongue to gain what he needs. He is a master at using others through both malevolent and benevolent means Equipment:He never leaves the safety of his towers without one of the Ingarnates at his side. Weaknesses:For all the confidence he eludes, he is quite prone to feeling like he is lesser to others, and his greatest fear is to be used like he uses others.
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Name: Anya Korana Rolivitch Username: Cora Lorington Age:Appears 35, but is really well over 800. Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 5‘8“ Weight: Roughly 130lbs Skin-tone: Pale Hair Color: Lavender Eye Color: Emerald Typical Clothing style: Darker cooler colors. Typically a trench coat over some tank and shorts/pants/skirt outfit Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:She has a sun symbol on her inner left thigh Photo: coming soon
Bio/history:
Family: Anya‘s family died a long time ago. However, she never knew her father who died in a war before she was born. She had both a mother and a small sister who was a half sister.
Anya was also married once, to a man she loved very dearly, and who also knew her secret. After watching him grow old without her and finally dieing. Anya never remarried. History: Anya‘s history is both very long and very guarded. She chooses very much not to indulge her past to other people. She does this because her past is painful to her, and would create others to feel sorrow for her and so she keeps it guarded. No need to make others sad on her account.
She has been alive a very long time, she was apart of the group of immortals who died in recent history of hers. However, she was alive when both the death and seer of the previous group where born. She knows the painful pasts attributed to both stories. Bio: Now she is roaming the world in search of the new immortals. Fighting to try and keep the world in order and failing miserably, she knows the birth of new immortals is the only thing that can save earth from the darkness soon to overtake them. Likes: Babies, and new life. Cooking and Baking. Dislikes: Pain in others, she strives to bring smiles to others.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Power to stop death in those who have not yet reached their time of death. Power to create life from the souls death collects. Weapons: Russian Sashka Sword, which was given to her when she was part of Russia‘s imperial army. Skills: She is a great cook and knows how to cook many many things due to her travels around the world. She is also fluent in more then one language due to her travels. Equipment: Her Sword. A bag to carry her essentials. Weaknesses: Anya‘s biggest weakness is her past. She has witnessed the birth of many tragic things. She lets this get to her at times.
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I have to send this in two parts, apparently, sorry. Anyway, I hope it is all up to your standards.
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Name: Ren Alaric Pentlocke Username: KageShio Age: 18 Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: Six feet, even Weight: 160 Skin-tone: Nordic pale Hair Color: Ebony Eye Color: Stormy Grey Typical Clothing style: Dark, slim-fitting (NOT skinny-) jeans, comfortable tee-shirts or turtlenecks. Elegant, but not showy. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks: He has two notable scars, a three-inch gash on his abdomen and a thin, two-inch one on the right side of his jaw. He also has a small tattoo on his left wrist of the Latin words "Ad Omne Lumnis Deinde Noctis" Photo:
Please ignore the tattoos and the like. All credit goes to invisiblemartyr and dream-traveler on DeviantArt.
Bio/history:
Family: He is the only child of Olena and Gregory Pentlocke. History: Quite simply, Ren is not supposed to be alive. Olena was a weak and rather frail woman, and was supposed to be unable to bear children safely. She almost didn't, but Ren proved to be healthy and strong, despite dangerous complications. Olena became very ill afterward, becoming nearly bed-ridden by the time Ren was five, but her smile never faltered. Ren grew up in loving arms and a healthy environment, His hunger for knowledge and his artistic nature bubbling forth at an early age. Olena was thrilled and proud, but Gregory had a much different plan for his son. He tried to enforce what he deemed to be more "masculine hobbies" in place of Ren's natural talent for music and dance. As years went by, he became more and more conflicted, unhappy with the vigorous routine his father laid out but not wanting to disappoint him.
The conflict ended when he was fourteen. Olena died in what seemed to be an abrupt and painful manner. Ren was quiet in his grief for some time, but in what had started as a disagreement ended up as a full-out fight with Gregory. He blamed his father for not keeping Olena alive, then swore to never do anything his father pushed him to do again, turning his attention to his own dreams instead of his father's. As soon as he could, he took classes in dance and the art of Qi Gong, and turned his academic studies to language and cultures as well as music. by the time he was sixteen, his interests started to take a turn towards the darker things in life. He became enraptured by the things most others feared, seeing a beauty that is rarely appreciated by the living.
Now eighteen, he is looking forward to collage and already living on his own near campus. He works as a barista at a local coffee shop and at a near by "new-age" spiritual supply store part time. Bio: Ren is not yet aware fully aware of his situation, but since his mother's death he as been able to see glimpses of the halos of light and shadow that surround people.
Likes: Music ( particularly anything he can dance to),Classic literature and poetry, learning anything new, peaceful moments, natural beauty, autumn, anything to do with foreign cultures, solitude, things deemed "macabre" and "grotesque" by a majority of society Dislikes: Loud, abrupt sounds, arguing/fighting, hot weather, pressure to do things, ignorance, dishonestly, dogs, the "religion wars"
Powers/Skills
Powers:
Freeing a soul: He painlessly removes a soul from it's mortal shell, ending the person's life in peace.
Reading soul's balance: He can see the balance of light and darkness in each person.
Foreseeing death: He can focus on one person and see how they will die, and when it will happen. He can project this vision as a figment for others to see.
Collecting: He can catch errant souls and put them in their right place. This tends to be more difficult than collecting a soul at time of mortal death. Weapons: He does not carry one, but he does know how to use a staff due to three years of training in Qi Gong, which is a meditative form of martial arts. He is also some-what proficient in hand-to-hand combat for the same reason. Skills: Due to dance and Qi Gong training, he is light on his feet and very nimble as well as flexible. He can play the piano and violin, as well as a little on the cello. He is fluent in Latin and can read and write in Egyptian hieroglyph, Nordic rune and ancient Greek. He is a follower of his own mixed earth religion, and as come to be able to identify minerals, crystals and medicinal plants, as well as symbols of various cults and religions. Equipment: Taoist wooden charm, his mother's ring, soft-soled shoes or boots, Wallet with ID and the like, messenger bag with various books, notebooks, writing materials and his Ipod. Weaknesses: He is a pacifist, so he will do everything he can to not use physical aggression, even in defense. He is also prone to becoming ill and suffers in climates that are either very hot or very cold.
Height: 3‘10“ Weight: 46lbs Skin-tone: Pale Hair Color: Dirty Blonde Eye Color: Dark Brown Typical Clothing style: Simple clothing, but well made. Name brands. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:She has a small heart shaped birth mark on the small of her back. Photo:
Bio/history:
Family: The only family Allie has ever known is her mother. Her mother is a self made wealthy woman. Her mother loved her more then anything else in the world, but she was afraid of Allie. She started off having her go to school, but when Allie was diagnosed with autism she took her out of school and hired tutors to home teach her. Mother is currently deceased. History: All her life Allie has been different. Quiet, reserved and to herself, but it wasn‘t until she reached the age of four that this became really apparent. At four Allie started being able to hear the thoughts of other people. She withdrew within her own mind, speaking to no one, listening to very little. By the end of kindergarten they diagnosed her with a sever case of autism. Her mother pulled her from school and had a set of special tutors to teach her, but she was still extremely withdrawn. At age 7 mother was in an accident that took her life. Bio: Currently Allie is being raised by a governness, living off her mother‘s money. She never returned to school due to the large amounts of people there. In the last year she has been pretty much abandoned and alone. Her tutor‘s stopped coming, her governess is frightened by her. The cook comes only to bring her food and then leave again. The governess comes to take her outside on an occasion but allie can hear her thoughts of fear. Allie has become even more withdrawn. She knows she is different from the rest of the world but she has no idea what that means. Likes: Allie likes animals, animal thoughts don‘t come through to her. She also loves ice cream, and math. Dislikes: Allie doesn‘t like most people. She hates spicy foods, and science, science isn‘t very good for her.
Powers/Skills
Powers: She can hear people‘s thoughts. She can also see through a persons eyes and take control of the persons thoughts. Weapons:none Skills: She is both fluent in languages because she can hear them and understand them…..she also has a picture perfect memory. Equipment: Her cat named bear. Weaknesses: When she is inside someone elses mind she is completely uncovered. Her mind is no longer in her own body and it lies dormant. Shes also young, she has the weaknesses of youth. Her social skills are minimal.
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Name:Yue Adagietto Uccello and Yui Vivace Uccello Username: Aoi Kazuya Age:17 and 17 Gender:Male and Male
Appearance:
Height:5'10" and 5'10" Weight:135 lbs and 135 lbs Skin-tone: Creamy and Creamy Hair Color: Sky Blue and Black with Red Tips Eye Color: Red (same shade as the ends of Yui's hair) and Sky Blue (same shade as Yue's hair) Typical Clothing style: for both: Punk, Layered, Casual, Visual-Kei Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:"Angel" wings tattooed on his back, three piercings in his left ear, five piercings in his right ear and "Demon" wings tattooed on his back, five piercings in his left ear, three piercings in his right ear Photo:
Bio/history:
Family:Yue and Yui were twin boys born into a family of three. They grew up with a Mother, a Father, and an Older Sister. Their family life together was a pretty peaceful one for the most part. Their parents were pretty understanding and easy-going. Their Older Sister mostly left the twins on their own. Though one thing the majority of the family and the twins did disagree on was their beliefs in life. History: Maybe it was the fact that they grew up in such a peaceful environment that made the twins rather rebellious as they grew older. They started wearing clothes their parents wouldn't approve of and listening to music that was sure to get on their sister's nerves. The monotony of such a uneventful life was starting to get on their own nerves. Yue tended to be the more analytical of the pair. He was able to figure out problems that his brother couldn't, and he was also the neater of the two. Yui, on the other hand, was the more instinctual. He's the one who always set his brother's plans into motion.
The two tended to be a lot closer to one another despite their differences. Surprisingly the two didn't argue much even when their opinions clashed, maybe it was just something about being twins that made it easier for them to see each other's sides of the arguments. either way, they were extremely close to one another. And maybe the fact that their parents rarely corrected them...it made them more prone to feeling like they were misunderstood...and probably what helped to make them create such a thick bubble around themselves...it's like they're in their own world sometimes. Bio:Yue and Yui would technically be seniors in high-school...if they went to school. The twins are home-schooled as their parents found out they didn't do so well in the public/private school system. It only took about a month of kindergarten (they never went to preschool).
The twins actually have no idea that they are immortals. Instead, they have gotten into the habit of referring to each other as being "Chaos" and "Order" just based off of their personalities and differences. It's a little ironic actually. Likes: for both: Sweets, Spicy foods, The Sky, Music, Writing, Each Other, among other things. Dislikes: Too many to even attempt to list.
Powers/Skills
Powers: The power to create order to chaos, cure disease, clean up messes. and The power to create chaos in an ordered situation, create disease, cause mess. Weapons:Dual-Bladed Swords because when given the choice to learn self-defense and a weapon, Yue thought they looked pretty cool. and Sai, pretty much the same reason as Yue, but Yui wanted something that wasn't exactly like his brother's. Skills: The twins are both really good cooks and musicians, what can I say? They had a lot of free time. Yue is a really talented artist.Yui is a really talented dancer. Equipment:Weapons, Keys, Money, Each Other, and some other stuff. Weaknesses: Yui and Yue
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The Usual:
Name: Erin Jay Leeson Username: drakina Age: 21 Gender: Male to Female trans
Appearance:
Height: 5'7" Weight: 145lbs Skin-tone: light tan Hair Color: dyed auburn Eye Color: pale blue-grey Typical Clothing style: loose flowing skirts, form fitting tops Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks: A few thin scars on undersides of arms, a small strawberry shaped and indented birthmark on the right side of her back Photo: I will draw one, but it'll be a bit.
Bio/history:
Family: Parents disowned when she got breast surgery, little sister still talks to her History: Erin was born as Aaron Jay Leeson, firstborn son. He had a happy childhood, though when he went to school, he played with the girls instead of the other boys. He slowly became aware of being ill at ease about being male, and went to the LGBT center at thirteen. He realized what he was feeling not long after, having heard it explained by another transgender.
When he entered high school, he asked everyone to refer to him in the feminine, and started dressing in skirts and wearing makeup. His father called him by derogatory names, depressing Erin into starting to cut. A close friend noticed, and got her to move in with them, and to stop cutting. She tried to stay in contact with her family, but her parents refused, claiming their son had died. She tries not to let this bother her too much, and finished high school, getting part-time jobs right away and starting online college. Bio: Still living with her friend's family, she's started to notice that the weather seems to change with her moods some days, and is thinking it's happened too often to be coincidence. Likes: Frilly clothing, gardening, autumn, and animals. Dislikes: Being called by the masculine, abuse in any form, neon colors, and greasy food.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Control of mortal natural instinct/urges (the need to eat/pee/etc.), gives life to the soulless beings(plant life), some weather control (server storms need other help as well) Weapons: Carries a can of mace Skills: Cooks extremely well from scratch Equipment: The can of mace, eyeliner and lipstick, a pen, clear nail polish, her wallet, and napkins, all tucked away in a purse. Weaknesses: Doesn't know how to fight, though she isn't weak; anything that needs help; sweets.
Other Imortals are able to be created but they must be run past me first.
Name: Ivanka Rolivitch Username: Cora Lorington Age:Her real age is lost to her now, but she appears to be about 25ish Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: Roughly 5‘6“ Weight: Around 120lbs Skin-tone: Pale Hair Color: Raven Eye Color: Dark, Almost Black, but purple. Typical Clothing style: Usually for Ivanka its armor, but if its not armor its simple and easy to move in. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:A scar on her back from where she nearly got stabbed to death before becoming and incarnate. Photo: coming soon
Bio/history:
Family: Her only family left is Anya, and well….they are not on speaking terms. History: Ivanka has a very vast history, most of which is forgotten by most. She was the first and only ever life ingarnate to destruction and stands by his side no matter what. Bio: She is fully aware that she is an Ingarnate. Currently she works as second in command to destruction whom which she is extremely loyal. She is also highly trusted by destruction to do her job. Likes: Destruction, death, pain. Her own way. Dislikes: Disobediance, cutesy things, her sister.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Destruction- the power to destroy the living. She can also destroy souls, but rarely does so as a released soul creates more destruction. She usually just lets death ingarnate release them. She also has the power to accelerate the time of death. Weapons: Uses the same style of sword as her sister Anya. In fact they where given to them as a twin set, and a gift. Skills: She is skilled in sword fighting due to the fact that she lived in a era when this was common. She is also fluent in 4 languages due to the time she spent in multiple countries. Equipment: Sword, always. Weaknesses: Destruction is her obvious weakness. She has others but they are not apparent on the surface. She comes across as a ruthless killer.
Order and Chaos:
The Usual:
Name: Cora and Callie Vivalance Username: Cora Lorington Age:They both appear roughly 18-24ish but are really about 400 years old. Gender: Both Female
Appearance:
Height: Both are 4‘11“ Weight: Both are roughly 110lbs Skin-tone: medium, not pale, not tan. Hair Color: Silvery blonde almost white and Jet Black Eye Color: Light brown, amber and Black Typical Clothing style: Neat, clean crisp, usually dresses and messy layers, mismatched, usually pants or skirts, NEVER dresses. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:Both have pierced ears, and Cassie has a few tattoo’s and multiple piercings. Photo: coming soon
Bio/history:
Family: Once upon a time they had a mother and father and 9 siblings(6 brothers and 3 sisters, them being the babies) but now all they have is each other. They are really close but constantly bicker. However, no one else is able to pick on either or the other will give them hell. History: They where born in Japan, but have adapted well to America pretty well. They also lived a spell in germany where Cora reaked Havoc. Bio: They are fully aware that they is an Ingarnate. They tend to be a bit over jealous with there powers, and in such destruction rarely lets them leave the palace unless heavily guarded by Ivanka. They are given odd chores around the palace and are in charge of guarding it from the Imortals. Likes: Anything Sweet, Cassie, order and Anything Fluffy, Spicy foods, music, chaos, and Cora. Dislikes: Most people but each other, being told NO. Being treated like kids.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Absolute Order, the kind where not one thing is allowed to be out of place. And Absolute Chaos, the kind where order does not exist. Weapons: Cora has always been an archer, with near perfect aim. Chaos prefers high end explosives, so she often causes everyday items to explode. Skills: Both know fluently, Japanese, german, and English. Cora is Rather good at math and science where Callie is better at music art and dance. Equipment: Sugar, cora loves her sugar and never leaves home without some. Both carry there weapons. Weaknesses: Each other, and there immortals. Cora is a bit of a germ-o-phobic.
Nature:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Drakina
The Usual:
Name: Darius Dracsang Username: drakina Age:17 (truly almost 2,000) Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'10" Weight: 160lbs Skin-tone: Olive tan Hair Color: brown-black, curly wavy to his shoulder blades. Eye Color: vivid green, with a hint of yellow Typical Clothing style: loose slacks and shirts, usually with some crude saying on them. Sandals, even in winter. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks: small scar on right collerbone from being thrown into a table, knife scar on right upper arm. Photo: Will get you one when I find a good one.
Bio/history:
Family: Dead a long time ago, though he may have countless decendants, from children to many times great grandcchildren. History: Grew up in Naples, back in the first century AD, not that they called it that then. When he was around 17 he found out he was an ingarnate, and took great pleasure in causing people to lose control of their urges. Bio: Wandering wherever he feels like, causing as much damage as he wants. Likes: Causing fights, shiny things, being the center of attention, men. Dislikes: Being told 'No', water, women, being ignored.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Loss of control of urges/instincts, distortion of plant life and weather. Weapons: his fists Skills: good at bullying people into giving him what he wants Equipment: wad of cash he picked up from whoever he spent the night with, spare shirt in a bag with a fake id Weaknesses: Phobic of water, refusing even to go out in the rain.
Hope:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Drakina
The Usual:
Name: Aiden O'Connor Username: drakina Age:425 (30's) Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 5'2" Weight: 115lbs Skin-tone: pale Hair Color: Orange-red (he's a GINGER!) Eye Color: grey-green Typical Clothing style: Baggy jeans and loose tees, sturdy boots Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:scar across the bridge of his nose Photo: (I'm going to try)
Bio/history:
Family: All dead of an illness History: Grew up in a poor section of town, barely scraping by. Married a nice enough woman, but lost everything to a disease that ran through, and he lost what little hope he may have had. Bio: Wanders around, draining the hope out of the populace, wanting everyone to feel the way he does about life. Likes: Strawberries, obscure music, dim lighting, snakes Dislikes: Jokes about gingers, bananas, neon colors, dogs
Powers/Skills
Powers: The ability to drain hope from a general area, make someone loose sight of the good things in life. Weapons: Knife, learned while he grew up. Skills: brawling skills, learned in youth, lock-picking, bartering. Equipment: knife, lock-picking kit, music player and headphones. Weaknesses: Deep fear of dogs.
Time:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Angelo
The Usual:
Name: Jai'kar Entryp Valentine Username: Angelo Age:He appears to be around twenty, but he's actually 666 years old on October 31st. Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 6'4” Weight: About 28 pounds Skin-tone: Bleached white Hair Color: Usually doesn't have hair, but when he does, it's bright, fiery red. Eye Color: Again, usually doesn't have one, but when he does, it's a bright amber/gold. Typical Clothing style: Long black robes usually, though he has been known to wear a skeleton hoodie and black jeans when he's trying to remain inconspicuous. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:None to speak of. Photo:
Bio/history:
Family: The only family that Jai'kar considers family is that of the Ingarnates. He actually killed his own family in a fearsome display of his power, turning their brittle bodies to dust. History: He's always been a sadistic child, enjoying watching things die slowly. As such, he works best with the Death Ingarnate. His family was rather small: only two parents and an older sister. When he discovered his powers, he began training with them. His specialty lies in aging things. After about a month of this, his parents yelled at him for getting into a fight, making him horribly angry. Then he used his powers to age their bodies to dust, laughing as pain clouded their faces.
Shortly afterwards, he joined up with Destruction, and has been with the other Ingarnates ever since. He quite enjoys it. It does, after all, offer many instances for torture. Bio: Right now, he's with Ivanka, and is eagerly waiting to meet his opposite. Though he is rather eager to make it back to the manor. He does have a prisoner to attend to, after all. Likes: Torture, pain, aging things, screams, horror films, scaring people with his face, etc. He's also a fan of spicy foods, and Sprite. Dislikes: When his prisoners die, having a prisoner escape, or worse, elude him, sweets, his opposite, and being told that he's not allowed to torture someone.
Powers/Skills
Powers: Jai'kar's specialty is reversal of time. He's used it to regress people back to infanthood before killing them. He can't see the future and past, but he can travel up to ten years in either direction from the present. Despite his lack of proficiency with aging things, it's actually his preferred method of torture. It causes so much pain before they die. He can also assume a human skin through regression of his body, useful for going undercover. Weapons:He carries a scythe, the use of which he is proficient at. He finds it quite ironic that Death doesn't have one, yet he does. Skills: Scaring people is one of his gifts. He's also great at stealth, able to erase any and all trace of himself from existence. Unlike Dani, he's also not a genius, but possesses a rather average IQ. Equipment: His scythe, robe, and hourglass. He also has a Droid phone which he uses to keep tabs on his prisoners. Weaknesses: Whatever he does with his powers, Dani can do the opposite. As a skeleton, he also falls apart rather easily, though he can put himself back together as long as the head isn't broken. He's also quite emotional, leading to a loss of effectiveness in combat.
Seer:
Quote:
Originally Posted by KageShio
The Usual:
Name: Heiro Kiyomizuchii Username:KageShio Age:unknown, looks to be in his late twenties/early thirties Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 6'1" Weight:190 Skin-tone: sandy-pale Hair Color: black Eye Color: Deep Blue Typical Clothing style:Nothing modern. Cotton pants bound about the calves, soft leather boots and Japanese styled tunics, known as Uwagi, generally in darker, cool colors. He always wears a blood-red sash about his waist. Birthmarks, Scars, Piercings, Tattoos, other distinguishing marks:He has several scars about his body from when he was alive, all gained before he was an Ingarnate. Photo:
Sorry for the bad quality, tinypic drained the color.
Bio/history:
Family: Lover: Estella Le Clairbeau (deceased), Daughter: Kyrie, Son: Kaitou (deceased) History: He speaks little of his past, preferring to let time keep what it has swallowed, but he feels it will not let him go. As a young man, he left Japan and went to Europe, quickly settling down and having a family with Estella. Though they loved each other, they found little in common,their little spats growing more heated and explosive by the time Kaitou was born. By the time his son was two, Estella left, leaving no traces of remorse behind. He raised their children as best he could, but lost Kaitou to sickness and Kyrie to her own emotions, the girl blaming him for all the problems in their past. A few years later he was suddenly "gifted" with powers, and he was greeted by a woman in armor who told him that he was what was known as an Ingarnate and took him to meet their leader, Destruction. He did not, and still does not, trust all that Destruction said, but he remains with the Ingarnates for Kyrie's sake. Bio: He has worked for Destruction for centuries, his work proving is loyalty even if his heart does not. Likes: Solitude, mediating, training, simplicity, painting and sketching, Asian and simple foods, being out in the wilderness Dislikes: Tarashi, How loud and dirty the world has become, modern foods.
Powers/Skills
Powers: He holds the power to destroy someone from the inside out. He can erase any part of a person's mind and can inflict insanity as well as many kinds of mental illnesses. Weapons: He carries at least a Tanto blade at all times, and owns two Katana and a Wakizashi. During his mortal life, he was trained to be a samurai. Due to this he is well-versed in the use of blades and martial arts. Skills: He is highly athletic and agile as well as rather strong. He is always very aware of his surroundings and can often notice things others would not. He also possesses a very calm, focused mind shaped by many years of mediation. Equipment: Tanto blade, tucked into his boot or sash and a necklace with red silk cord and blue stone pendant Weaknesses: Kyrie, Women that look like Estella
Allie. The weird kid, the messed up child, the “something wrong with her” kid. Yes, they called her many things behind her back. Some on an occasion got something right about her, but the horrible truth was, most of them didn’t even come close to the truth of her depths. Allie was different, there was no denying that fact. The fact that she was different was what scared people.
Allie hadn’t spoken a word since the time when she was three years old. After all when you lived in her condition it was easier to live inside yourself then let the noise in. Allie heard them, the voices, everywhere she went. A few years back she learned for herself what they where….the voices. They where thoughts, the thoughts of those who lived around her. The thoughts of all those people in the room, melding together to create noise. It scared her more to know what they where, then when she simply thought they where voices. After all, no one else could hear them, the thoughts, Its what made her different.
At first when Allie stopped talking people spent time poking and prodding and trying to figure out why it was that Allie had no voice. After awhile they diagnosed her with Autism and then most people left her alone. Allie was used to alone. People where afraid of her, and the result of fear…..is being isolated and alone. Allie didn’t mind. She always had preferred it that way.
It happened to be on this particular day that it was Saturday. The one day of the week that Allie was forced to leave the house with her nanny. It was also coincidentally, the only day she actually had to endure seeing her nanny. Allie was particularly grumpy.
“Come now Allie, lets get dressed ok” the baby talk….Allie always hated the baby talk. Especially when the voices that where not out loud where screaming other things. Allie was not a baby, she hated being treated like that.
Allie dressed in her normal clothing. A simple pull over green sweater over a pair of jeans today. And because it was chilly outside, a purple sweater jacket. She walked past the nanny, her cat perched on her shoulder and headed towards the front door of the million dollar mansion. The nanny took her time in following, but her thoughts continued to scream at Allie. Allie shook her head, today was going to be so much fun….. not.
After a few more dreadfully long minutes of this the nanny came out, grabbed her hand more roughly perhaps then she had intended to in her distress at her job, and then dragged her out the door where the car was waiting. A trip to town was never Allie’s favorite thing, in fact….it was probably her least favorite.
They loved their family, really they did, but sometimes Yue and Yui just needed to escape. This was one of those times. It wasn't that they felt suffocated, rather that they just didn't belong. Sometimes they'd look upon their mother, father, and older sister, and they would see a perfect family...or as perfect as the current times allowed. The twins just didn't feel that they fit it. So while their father, their mother, and their sister were all decorating their rooms at their new house...if they could even call it a house...the twins decided they would go explore their new neighborhood.
"A mansion isn't what I imagined when mom and dad told us we would be moving." Yue muttered as he pulled on a red jacket over the layers he was already wearing. Yui sighed as he shrugged on a large blue coat ((see profile for outfits)), "it's not like they gave us much warning before leaving." Yue held out a hand and Yui placed a pair of pink glasses into his brother's hand. With a simultaneous sigh the boys slung an arm each around each other's shoulder and left their room. "We're going exploring!" They called over their shoulders before leaving the mansion, Yue closing the door firmly behind their backs.
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Walking hand in hand down the street, Yue and Yui found it almost annoying how many people were giving them weird looks. Alright, sure, the twins could give them the fact that they were dressed incredibly different from other passerby, and they were holding hands...and they had strange hair colors...hm, maybe they were worth staring at.
Of course, beyond the staring there were the, now normal, furtive glances. People who were desperate for money, or for an excuse to take out their frustrations on others. Two teen boys would be the perfect outlet for any of them, wouldn't they?
After walking around for a bit, even their seemingly logical train of though couldn't keep even Yue, the calmer of the two, from 'tch'-ing in annoyance. One more whisper of how strange they looked or of people wondering if they were incestuous and that offender would have more than a pissed of Yui to deal with, they'd have a pissed off Yui and Yue. And as everyone knows, it's the quiet ones you have to look out for.
The two brother's shared a look before ducking into an ice-cream parlor they were about to pass. "The perfect thing...""...to get our mind of those annoyances..." Wide smiles appeared on both their faces. "Ice cream~" The two of them hurried to the display case to look through all the flavors, pointing out the ones that sounded interesting.
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Dani sighed as they walked by the clocks, upon which the machinery suddenly began sending the hands around faster and faster. That was something strange about her for certain. Her manipulation of, what-appeared to be, the space-time continuum. Time had been one of her favorite areas of study. The worst she could believe was that she exuded a low-gravity field that allowed time to move faster.
Feeling a tug on her hand, she looked up at the orphanage worker, seeing the other, annoyed faces of the other kids her age. "Come on, sweetie," the worker said. "You don't want to have to sit in the cart, do you?" This comment earned several snickers from her fellow orphans, but she ignored them, snatching her tiny hand away from the chaperon.
"Do what you want. I don't freaking care," Dani said, turning and walking away from the group. The woman threatened punishment; a spanking of all things. Dani just ignored them. Wandering through the mall by herself would have probably been a bad thing if she was actually a small two year old like she appeared to be. In truth, she knew how to defend herself well. It wasn't a problem. The worker did have her diaper bag though.
Grumbling to herself, Dani slipped into a nearby store, eyes searching out a pack of Pull-ups. All she found were the Easy-ups though. They still had the coolness alert thing, so they should be good enough. Grabbing a pack of the Strawberry Shortcake decorated undergarments, Dani made her way to the line, ignoring comments on where her parents were.
On the way, she grabbed a small backpack. It was decorated with Big Bird and Elmo from Sesame Street, but any other would be too large for her. Handing the cashier the money, she waited for him to ring her up, all the while staring at her dumbfounded, at least until she showed him her id. Then he became the poster child for pity.
As she left, she spotted a bathroom across the corridor, perfect for changing her sodden underwear. Upon entering, she slipped into an empty stall before beginning the changing process. Cleaning herself with toilet paper, she grumbled about the unfairness of it all. Honestly, she didn't see why everyone had to treat her how she looked. She couldn't even brush her freaking teeth without a supervisor.
Pulling up her fresh underwear, she pushed those thoughts from her mind. When she passed the garbage, she tossed the sodden Pull-up inside. Maybe some ice cream would help cheer her up. She still had over seventy dollars filling her pocket. It wasn't often the orphans got to go on one of these excursions.
As she entered the ice cream parlor, she noticed two boys examining the display case while holding hands. Pink sunglasses also sat upon the crown of the one. But if gay was how they were, who was Dani, the toddler, to say?
It required standing on tip-toe in order to see the flavors, but Dani had already chosen one. Mint bubblegum. It was delicious, even though a lot of other kids frowned when she offered a bite. All it was was bubblegum ice cream, and mint chocolate chip together.
Shaking herself, she ordered, showing her id again, before moving to one of the booths. As it was, she had been around the ice cream too long. It had started to melt as the machinery aged rapidly. Frowning, Dani concentrated on keeping it from expanding. At least she was able to do that much.
Erin fussed with her skirt, making sure it sat right on her hips. Not having as much in that area made it a bit harder to make sure others knew she was, indeed, a she. Finally satisfied with that, the leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, hand reaching in her purse for lipstick, finding it immediately and popping it open. A light application, then it went back in the purse, and she stood straight again. She spared another glance to her skirt before re-entering the rest of the mall, intent on finding a new skirt. She glanced at the ice-cream parlor, then quickly averted her eyes, intent on ignoring it. A few minutes later found her inside, ordering a chocolate chip cookie dough cone. She paid the lady behind the register, taking her cone to a corner of the room that didn't have anyone in it yet, eating her too-quickly melting treat. It always melted too quickly for her tastes, but today it seemed to go just a little faster. She looked around while she ate, noting that the two boys seemed to have near identical features, maybe they were twins? There was also a little girl in a booth, though there was something off about her mannerisms.
Trouble, Anya could feel it, there was always damn trouble, everywhere she went these days. Trouble was entwining itself into every nook, every crevice of the world. As she had many times in the past years she wondered what Creation had been thinking. Could this have been what she wanted?
Anya shook her head, no, whatever it was that Creation had wanted, she refused to believe that this was the result she had expected. Creation was not so cruel. Strict, in her plans and in her rules, which sometimes seemed cruel. But they had always worked out before....but this....this was a nightmare.
A Scream could be heard close to where she was. Anya brushed a piece of her lavender hair over her shoulder and took at a run. Whatever it was that had screamed was the source of the trouble....she could feel it. Left, right, left again. The alley way. The girl, yes it was a girl, was there in that Alleyway. Anya swept into the Alley without a sound.
The site before her was ghastly. The girl, whose life showed it was not yet time for her to die, was surrounded by a group of four men. Backed into a corner, the girl slumped to the ground. Pleading with the men to let her go. Anya knew they hadn't seen her and so she walked towards them, putting a finger to her lips to signal to the girl to not speak.
Oh what she wouldn't give to stop time at that moment, the process would be so much easier with time. Again she wondered what Creation had been thinking. Slowly she pulled the sword from its sheath at her hip. She looked at them, one death shortly. She looked down at her watch, 2 minutes before that death yet.
She put her sword against the back of the man who was supposed to die. The point drawing a trickle of blood where it lay, "I suggest you all take to running now before I kill you all. This girl, shall not be harmed, do we understand each other"
One of the men not at her sword point laughed, loud and obnoxious. "How about we make a meal of you instead"
She had seen this, done that, a hundred times before. She knew how to win this without trying. She drew a slow breath and counted to ten before she exhaled. The appearance it gave her was of being weak, she wanted that. Never show your cards before you play them.
Stage two, act as if you think your tougher then you are. Make them think your bluffing. Her voice was thick with an accent, an untraceable one, but smooth at the same time. The sound of silk. "Think I am afraid of you little boy"
The man who spoke before let out a bit of a growl and raced at her. Time for stage three, play your cards. As the man raced at her she stepped out of the way and swung her sword in a fashion that would not kill, but certainly would hurt. Anger rose in the man as her raced at her a second time. Again....nothing but a wound, and nothing to show for it.
The man who was supposed to die was angry now too, he also tried to attack her, but she didn't draw her sword at him just yet. Dodge, his attack, her dodge, etc. It was like a perfect choreographed play between them until is final attack at her had his foot hit the pavement in a way that he tripped, right into the on coming traffic.
Anya cringed, she knew without death she could not ease the pain that was about to ensue. There was the lost soul too. Again she questioned Creations motives. When she turned back to see if the girl was alright the rest of the men had run. She offered the girl a hand, "Are you going to be alright?"
"I'll be fine, thanks to you" The girl hugged her, which made Anya smile briefly, but she could still feel the girl trembling beside her.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" she looked out at the road, "the police will be here within minutes, we'll need to give them the story, I only know part of it"
"A..A....Alright"
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Anya Sighed, glad that it was all over, she had spent a few hours talking to the police and making sure the girl was going to be alright. Now she needed to rest. The mall, she would go to the mall, that seemed like a good plan.
Waving goodbye to his co-workers, Ren slipped out of the humble coffee shop, stuffing next week's schedule into his bag. He made it halfway out the door before Lena, a pretty red-head with honey brown eyes ran out of the shop after him. "Ren, wait!""
He blinked and turned, Lena almost running into him he quickly caught her arms to steady her. "Careful, You're going to hurt yourself." he said softly. Lena flushed a bit as she tried not to drop the paper cup in her hands.
"Uh, sorry, I just... Um...." She muttered, stumbling over her words as she stepped back from him. "Um, This is for you!" she said brightly, smiling as she held it out, steam rising from the small opening in the cover. "I know it's your favorite so... um, enjoy! Have a good afternoon, okay?" She said, smiling warmly before turning and dashing back inside.
Ren smiled to himself as he watched her slip back behind the counter, the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks. He shook his head a bit and looked down to the cup in his hands as he started walking again. He sipped the hot coffee and his smile widened, it was perfect. The thick cream added just the tight temperament to the otherwise harsh flavor of espresso, and a faint taste of almond lingered on his tongue. He gave a small sigh as the happy feeling started to fade already, it seemed his joy just didn't last anymore. Then again, it really seemed like no one's did, there was almost always a general feeling of depression and anxiety hovering over the crowds. The news always seemed worse than yesterday's, coverage of gang attacks, muggings and general hostility was almost all they ever aired. The world just seemed to lack it's brightness he knew as a child.
He paused then, breaking from his thoughts and looking about him in a bit of confusion. This wasn't his normal route home, why did he go this way? Looking to his right, he found the area's ice cream parlor, the colorful sign promising more than two dozen flavours. Glancing in, a few people caught his eye, soft rings of light surrounding each of them. He blinked a few times and looked away, pulling his hoodie closer as he tried to ignore the colored halos and started walking towards the mall's exit, trying his best to remember where the Dean had labeled as "danger zones" for the students.
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Reason: More correct to rp surroundings now
The Car ride was long, hot, and positively irritating. This did nothing to improve the vastly growing bad mood that Allie was currently in. She cursed her own misfortune in her head. The nanny kept complaining that she was cold. In turn the chauffer kept turning up the heat to please her. What a nuisance, now Allie was positively swelter. Can the damn woman be good for anything. What good was she to continue paying her, it was clear that she hated her job and she hated Allie. Her thoughts screamed her hatred. Allie wasn’t fooled.
Allie watched out the window as the night once again took over the day. Most of life now learned to survive by night as the days grew shorter and shorter and mostly led to the cover of darkness. Once or twice she noticed fights breaking out or burglaries in the process of happening. Pitiful, the amount of hatred and depression in the world was truly pitiful.
Finally they reached the mall where their current outting was going to take place. Great, the mall. What a joke. The Nanny came around the side of her and opened the door to help the girl get out. “Come now Allie, lets go get you some new clothes” more baby talk, awesome.
Allie tried to push the nannies thoughts out of her head but the more she did the louder they screamed at her, “Stupid Child, as if she could understand me anyways. I don’t know why I have to take care of an insignificant stupid child”
Allie had had enough. She ripped her hand free of the Nanny’s grasp and took off at a run. She brushed past a woman in a black trench coat on her way into the mall. Into the lion’s den. It was full of noise but at least she could lose her nanny there. In her haste she didn’t realize she couldn’t hear the thoughts of the woman in the trench.
Once inside Allie kept running. It was the only thing she could think of to do. She was just outside the Ice Cream Parlor when it happened. Her foot slipped in a bit of melted ice cream on the floor and down she went. She hurriedly Sat up and scurried behind the nearest pair of feet to hide from her nanny.
The twins had just finished confusing the poor counter worker with their order and were reaching for their wallets to pay when... "Whoa!" Yui let out a startled noise as his feet were practically knocked out from below him and Yue instinctively wrapped his arm quickly around his brother to steady the darker-haired boy. Yue shook his head, a teasing smile already forming on his lips. Yui saw the smile and put on a disgruntled expression. "Hey, I did not trip on nothing okay? Something just knocked into my legs and-" Both brothers looked down and stared at the little girl that had appeared.
"Huh, what do you know. Chaos can tell the truth." Yue said, a hint of surprise in his tone. Not from his brother telling the truth of course, but because of the sudden appearance of the girl. Yui stuck a tongue out at his brother before both twins returned their attention to the little girl and offered her a hand each. "Hey there. What's up?" they asked together, no point in confusing her with their twin act, it was only fun on adults who frustrated easily anyway.
Dani gaped as a small girl, still bigger than herself of course, came barreling through the door and slipped on melted ice cream. That caused her to cringe. Why did she have to cause problems for so many others. "Little girl, come over here. You can hide under the table," she said, motioning quickly. Eh, maybe the twins, for that much was obvious about them, would come over as well. The little girl certainly seemed well enough off money-wise. And she seemed pretty stable; at least she wasn't displaying any symptoms.
Dani knew what it was like to run away from a caretaker. Maybe that's why she wanted to help. Or maybe, and more likely, it was guilt over causing the fall in the first place. "I have some ice cream I'll give you," she said again, trying to entice the... eight year old? That's how old she appeared anyway.
((Darn my dad for putting me to work. :\ I was posting, but had to stop. *sigh* Oh well.))
She stood in front of the mall with a sigh. This place had always been a last resort to her to find peace. It seemed like the one place where trouble wasn’t has predominant as everywhere else. It was crazy all around the place where people everywhere you looked and yet it seemed to be an accepted neutral ground. A place to rest evil thoughts. A place to find calm, a crazy calm perhaps, but a calm non-the-less.
A small girl of perhaps eight rushed past her almost knocking her over. It was only a brief moment that she saw it before the girl disappeared into the crowd. That girl had no death time, and that could only mean one thing. She had been around long enough to know the signs. She wouldn’t be alone for long.
She checked her sword into a locker at the front desk. Security didn’t even question the presence of weapons anymore. And then followed the girl through the crowd. She had learned long ago how to run through a crowd without being slowed down, a feat the small girl had not yet accomplished and it didn’t take long before the girl was just before her.
The Ice cream parlor. She watched as the girl slipped in a glop of melted ice cream. She then scampered behind the legs of two boys. Her eyes flitted to the boys, they had no death either. Her eyes then scanned the room of people. Could it be Creation was finally making her move. Was it time to reclaim the world?
They where speaking to her, the boy who she had hid behind and his….twin? Yes they must be twins, that much was inherently obvious. She took the hand offered to her but looked at the floor. She had gotten herself in a bigger jam then she had thought by running away. These two where being nice to her and yet she couldn’t say thank you. Her mind whirled around her for a few moments. Trying to find the solution to the problem she had created.
Another girl spoke to her from a table not far away. Another kind person, but this one seemed to understand her a bit. Hide under the table. Now that was an idea now wasn’t it. She turned back to the boys who had helped her up and smiled at them. Perhaps a smile was enough thanks, maybe they would come with her. They where much kinder then she was used to dealing with. They all where.
She crouched under the table and let the silence wash over her. Silence? Yes that was silence. She was in a room full of people and yet, it was silent around her. Why couldn’t she hear their thoughts? This made her both curious, and relieved. For the first time in a very long time she felt…..normal. Normal was a good thing.
She could hear the thoughts of her nanny running through frantic. Wondering where she had gone, but only truly worried about her paycheck. Allie looked up at Dani and put her fingers to her lips. That at least was a definite signal she thought. Or at least she hoped.
The two boys looked at each other before shrugging and following after the small girl to the table. They gave the other girl a once-over before sliding into the empty seats. A moment later Yue had pushed Yui out of the booth and smiled angelically at his brother. "Be a dear and get the ice-cream why don't you?" he suggested in a fakely sweet voice. Then he glanced down at the girl under the table. "Get one for her too." he added.
Yui got off the floor with a grumble but pulled out his wallet all the same. "What flavor do you want?" he asked the girl, shooting glares at his brother. Yue chose to ignore the glances and stretched his long legs out, careful not to kick the girl and putting them in front of her so she was further locked from view. Hey, if she wanted to hide from someone there was no harm in helping her right?
When Yui noticed the finger to the lips motion that the girl did he immediately turned his attention elsewhere, focusing on a woman rushing passed who looked frantic. Huh...whatever. He casually leaned back against the table so that he blocked whatever view anybody had of the space under the table. "You think if the ice-cream melts before we pay for it, we'll be able to reorder?" he asked his brother casually, a crooked grin on his face. "Saa...that would be fun wouldn't it?" Yui replied in an equally casual tone, his grin lopsided. Then they both turned their attention to the girl they had sat down with. "Hey." they greeted her.
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Dani started when the twins actually sat down with her. That hadn't been expected. Nor had their treatment of her. Even though she was sitting on a booster seat to be able to see over the table, they weren't treating her like a kid. Curious. "You might not want to sit here," Dani said, taking another bit of her ice cream while nodding to the girl beneath the table. "You'll have ice cream soup before you know it. That's the reason the ice cream over there melted. I tend to cause things to malfunction."
Pulling a notebook out, Dani wrote a quick message before "accidentally" dropping it and the pen to the floor. "Can you speak?" the note read. If not, Dani could teach her sign language. It wasn't that hard. Well, at least for Dani. Eidatic memory and all. Looking down at the puddle of water dripping from the bowl, Dani started again.
There was an image inside it. Thousands of people were gathered around, and what was more amazing, they seemed... happy. No, that wasn't right. Ecstatic. Yeah, ecstatic. But why? Before she could see more, a waitress came by and wiped it up, erasing the vision. Quickly, she glanced up at the twins, checking to see if they had also seen the image. Unbeknownst to her of course, was that it was just another manifestation of her powers.
Ren slid a hand into his bag as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, frowning as he failed to find his Ipod in it's usual pocket. After stepping outside and taking a quick look around for thugs and miscreants, he set his coffee down on the edge of a raised planter and opened his bag to take a better look.
After a few moments, his frown became a slightly panicked look. How could he forget his music, his life-line? Muttering to himself, he dropped the flap over the top of his bag again and grabbed his coffee as he turned to go back in the mall. He flashed his employee card to the woman at the security desk as he quickly walked past, even though she barely looked up.
Soon he found himself back in the coffee house, Lena smiling shyly at him. After a few minutes of chatter, he had his Ipod and was out the door again, and back in front of the Ice cream parlor. He stopped again and frowned at the bright interior, now uneasy. Again, he went off his usual path and found himself stopping at this spot. Was the Goddess telling him something? He looked at the people inside now, once again seeing the lightly colored glows, but this time there was one that out-shone the others.
A woman with pale purple hair stood not far from him, also looking into the shop. She had an aura that pulsed like a heart-beat and glistened brighter than any halo he had seen before. It caught him be surprise, his feet carrying him backwards a bit as he stared at the strange woman. This subconscious movement caused him to bump into a man pushing a cart that was obviously not supposed to be outside it's store.
"Hey, watch it, Kid! If you broke anything you'll be paying for it!" he said angrily as he stepped towards Ren threateningly. Ren's breath caught in his throat and he backed away from the middle-aged man, muttering an apology. He then turned and quickly went into the parlor, the man waving his hand in disgust before going on his way, not bothering with pursuit.
Erin's eyes widened as the little girl ran in, slipped, and hid behind the boys. She was about to get up when they all moved to the other little girl, and started protecting her. Unusual, in this day and age. She pondered a moment, but only a moment, before getting up and walking over as well, melting ice cream half finished. She heard the conversation on the way over, and was surprised that the girl had caused the melt.
"Does anyone mind if I join you?" she asked, leaning against the booth, skirt creating a curtain around her legs. She had no idea why she picked the long one today, but it might just come in handy. "Everyone seems to be congregating here, and I wanted to join the fun." She winked, pale eyes showing a hint of mischievousness. She understood the child was hiding, and her innate need to help was showing through, yet again. "I'm Erin, pleased to meet you all."
She almost jumped when another person entered the parlor, looking a bit startled. She settled down quickly enough, though, and quit leaning on the booth. "Hello!"
Allie looked up at the group now surrounding her and smiled, she wasn’t going to be found at this rate. The twins spoke to her, something about ice cream, and again she wondered how she was going to communicate with this group. In the past things where different, when faced with communication issues she always fell back to the same thing, she didn’t. For one thing the voices always out did her own thoughts and for another she never felt those people where worth her time. Neither of those things presented a problem to her at the moment.
She smiled at them, but when the other girl mentioned Ice Cream soup her interest both peaked and also her taste for Ice cream went away. She would pass on the soup, melted ice cream was not her favorite. She looked up now at the girl who had handed her a notebook. Suddenly Allie was all but relieved and she smiled as she shook her head at the girl. At least now they wouldn’t try and ask her too many questions.
Another girl joined the table, also silent. Erin, she introduced herself as. Her long skirt easily hid her under that table. For a moment in that time, Allie almost felt content enough to sleep. But not quite. She heard the bell on the door as another person entered the parlor but she couldn’t see them. But the silence was beginning to fill her with wonder. Maybe her curse was lifting…..or perhaps this parlor acted as a barrier.
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Another of the Immortals entered the parlor after having looked at her with quite interest. Anya never missed a beat, she knew everything that went on around her. After years of Training she all but should know how to monitor her surroundings. The look that boy gave her told her he saw them. He saw the souls……he must be death. That was the only one of them of which she was certain at this point.
She contemplated the situation to herself. She was extremely lucky to have the immortals gather around her like this, except……how do you tell someone they are immortal. That was truly the question of the day. Well in the very least she should introduce herself to them. That was a start at least. God she hoped nothing would go wrong…..she remembered a few immortal births that went terribly terribly wrong. She looked up at the door, Ice cream parlor. What was the worst that could happen….then again….there was always the trouble that followed her.
She walked through the door and the bell went off for the second time in a few minute period. She noticed the group was all gathered at a table, well most of them anyways. They seemed content to hide something. She had a feeling she knew what was under that table. She walked up to the table and smiled at the oddball group, none of which seemed to truly know each other.
“Mine if I join you?” her accent showed through thickly even without her meaning it to. She knew this may cause a problem but she hoped not.
((I don't have the energy to do a conflict post right now, but be prepared for it tommarrow))
Making a show of bending to get the notebook, Dani frowned as she noticed the edges were beginning to fray. It was happening again. She quickly scrawled another message in her precise hand before bumping the notebook off the table again. Muttering curse under her breath, she winked at the girl.
"If you can read, I assume you can write," the note read. "If so, tell us you're name. I can teach you sign language later if you want. That way you don't have to worry about writing out what you want to say."
The appearance of another woman caused Dani to flinch. Why on God's blue earth was she so popular today? Maybe she should hide too? That caretaker was bound to be pissed. Not to mention her boss at the orphanage too. Dani wouldn't have a problem fitting underneath with the little girl.
In the end, the deciding factor was that the booth was next to a window. And the images had come back. Slipping down with the little girl, Dani disappeared beneath the table. "I'm Dani, by the way," she said, sticking out her hand. "It's nice to meet you. And no, I'm not a little kid."
Yue got up as more people sat down, moving to lean against the table with his brother and slipping his hand into Yui's. He leaned his head on Yue's shoulder and closed his eyes. Yue grumbled slightly but leaned his own head against his brother's, pretty much ignoring the new people that had joined the table. They didn't feel any need to talk to them, they had felt a strange liking towards the little girl that had hid behind their legs before but to the others...well, they'd just have to see who they were first.
"So many people Chaos...it must be your doing this time." Yue murmured. "Well it obviously wasn't your fault Order." Yui replied sarcastically. "Hmmm..." Yue hummed.
((yea...sorry, the twins aren't going to take that easily to anyone else besides Allie :sweat: they'll be polite though :3 ...hopefully...))
