Plot

The gods of old were once men and women to be loved and feared for their power. Their powers came from those that worshiped them. The love, fear and respect of the people made them stronger. In time, they grew used to the simpler life. Too used to the humans following their every command.The gods grew arrogant and turned their eyes from the lowly humans to more 'important' matters. They thought that it would be fine to just turn away from the humans for a while, thinking they were no longer needed. Humans became forgotten, and when they turned back they found that there loving devoted followers had left them. Forgotten in time and eventually, thought of only as a fable. Remembered only in stories and temples.

The gods were powerless to stop it, and by the time they realized their mistakes.. It was too late. They had forgotten that time flew differently for them. Slowly there powers were sucked from them and they became lethargic and weak, no longer able to leave their divine palaces and cast there influences on the world.

It felt like nearly an eternity for the gods to be waiting and almost powerless. They felt they had to do something to return to their former glory. But how? The answer was simple. Why not send their children down to earth and try to regain the faith? Due to their god bloodline, the children were able to travel easily between the realms, but due to their human blood they couldn't stay with the gods for very long. It seemed so easy. The decided to start small, to start with one city, a city filled with non believers to be turned into followers. Easily influenced people waiting for the taking.

New York.

The plan was set, the children chosen, everything was in place. And so the gods used the last of their powers to send their children into the world as their last hope to regain their divine might. They are now hidden between the normal humans, their new-found powers only to be used in dire emergencies. The reward for making others return in believing in the ancient gods? Joining the greater gods and taking their rightful place beside their divine parents as full fledged gods. Failure was not an option.

RULES

No Goddmodding. >.< Just because someone's part god, doesn't mean you can godmod. This means no controlling people or doing something major to the plot. Unless Ascadellia(Myself) and the other players approve of such actions. Which isn't very likely.

No ** for action, Basically the same rule you see in every RP. I'm alright with it when it's in the ooc thread of course. But just not in the RP since it ruins everyone elses experience.

Roleplay in third person. No first person.

Please use correct grammar and punctuation. No text talk in the thread.

OOC must be able to be recognized Use {} () or [] something along the lines. Just so long as it's understandable and can be set apart from the actual I.C post.

Powers, if you have powers, can not be too powerful, and must be approved. They must also have weaknesses. Humans are humans!! No powers, no abilities to control anything, no mind reading. Unless they are slightly gifted.

There can be other races, like demons and such, from the myths.. But remember, they're supposed to be hiding from the humans, so no wings, tails, horns, ect showing. And.. They have to aid the demi-gods in what they can. Or ruin their plans for whatever reason. ;3

Please please, no fighting. We're all supposed to be mature here.

Follow the TOS

If your going to be gone for an extended amount of time and you know you're gonna be gone, Please let us know! So we know to avoid getting stuck.

Don't ignore other peoples posts! They might have something important to say.

On that note. If you're gone and the RP had jumped two pages and there aren't very long posts.. Don't ask for an update!! >.< You could at least read that much. It will only do you good to read it! Since some people might not know exactly, and thus we could give a update that isn't as epic as it was really written. Of course, you can ask for an update if, let's say, you've been gone for more than one or two days and the roleplay has jumped a few pages.

No one/two liners please. Give enough so we can work with. Not one or two sentences. A paragraph, about three to four lines, would be very much welcome.

No Cybering! Romance and violence is permitted, but don't be explicit about it.

You Must send your profile in a PM, nobody likes digging through a thread looking for someones profile. Also, it tends to make it messy and interrupts the flow of the role-play.

Highlight the rules section
Title the PM Fudge Ducks and send it to Ascadellia.
Send your profile and a small rp sample 3-4 sentences and wait for me to accept you.

Be creative in the demi-gods! Remember, they could be from any mythology as long as you have some background info. Same with the creatures.


Also, your demi-god Has to have some sort of consequence of using their powers. Maybe like, if they use lightning and do an attack, they Can't walk away all fine and dandy. Some form of fatigue must happen. Remember, they are still half human.

Please Please read all the rules. If you do not send the correct format, I Will return it and ask for the needed parts. Get three shots, if you still don't have it right, I'll reject you.
I'll add anything else if I need to.

Profile Skellies.

DEMIGOD

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Gender:
Divine parent:
Mythology of Origin:
Power:
Appearance Description: Optional
Appearance Image: Anime only
Personality:
Other:
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MYTHOLOGICAL BEAST

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Age:
Mythological beast:
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Appearance Description: Optional
Appearance Image: Anime only
Beast Form: If applied
Personality:
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HUMANS

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Nationality:
Gender:
Occupation: I.E. Student, college student, Job the character is doing.
Appearance Description: Optional
Appearance Image: Anime only
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OOC is Here

Demi-God Profiles

*Name: Kamilah Eshe
*Age: Unknown
*Divine parent: Toth
*Mythology of Origin: Egyptian
*Appearance description: Long black hair that reaches to the middle of her waist. She has a fair complexion due to the fact that she does not go out much in the sun. Her eyes are a deep clear purple color that may change shades depending on her mood. She appears to have a slim hourglass shaped figure. She stands at about 5'9". She has a crescent moon on her left shoulder blade, which is usually hidden by her hair. It is around the size of the palm of her hand
Appearance Image: Kamilah
Personality: She is a somewhat gentle soul but has a bit of a stubborn streak. She does not forget anything, so if she has a grudge it will take a very long time to make her forgive. She dislikes violence, preferring to just deal with things in other ways. Loves the moon, knowledge, and animals. Her mother she hadn't seen in a very long time, so she has forgotten about her but holds her father dear to her. Very book smart and soaks things up like a sponge. She does have a knack with people and learning new skills.
Other: She is more vulnerable in the day, as her powers, what little they may be, work around the night time. Basically, she's almost like a human by day. She can do minor healing and other powers are yet to be revealed to her. She was chosen to come down because she was known to be rather resourceful and had a good chance on trying to rally people up.
Reference links: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thoth, http://paganwiccan.about.com/od/gods...es/p/Thoth.htm

Originally Posted by Soturo Ayami

*Name: Jason Maine
*Age: 17 (older by 5 minutes)
*Divine parent: Baron La Croix
*Mythology of Origin: Haitian (voodoo)
Power: can induce lust to those around, help souls cross (last two only when connect with brother), slight necromancy, minor healing,
*Appearance description: 6’4”, short messy black hair, green eyes, deep chocolate brown skin, athletic muscular build, broad shoulder. (Basically the same just with different hair styles)
*Personality: A happy-go-luck teen who likes nothing more the to hang out with his younger (by five minutes) brother Jaden. They are almost complete opposites in the way they act around others. Jason is personable and likes to hang out, stay up late and keep his friends close. However they are very similar in the fact that they know who and what they are. In some sense. And they both are bon-a-fide momma’s boys.
Other: They share most of their abilities. One can’t use all of them without the other present. (which is why they are seen holding hands most of the time.)
Reference links: Baron La Croix , Baron Samedi

*Name: Jaden Maine (younger by five minutes)
*Age: 17
*Divine parent: Baron La Croix
*Mythology of Origin: Haitian (voodoo)
Power: can induce lust to those around, help souls cross (last two only when connect with brother), slight necromancy, Minor healing
*Appearance description: About 6’4” long shoulder length thick brown hair, sharp green eyes and broad shouldered (same as his brother). His skin is a rich chocolate brown and stretched over sharp feature, high cheek bones, wide lips (always set in a grim line), large hands and long legs. The two standing next to each other are pretty imposing figures but they don’t let that stop. They can usually be found holding hands.
*Personality: More stoic then his energetic brother, Jaden is actually a talkative person. Between him and his brother he has some insecurities about his appearance. He is a large person with a massive amount of strength which is at all costs he tries to avoid using. His days a re spent reading through books and legends to find the origins of their birth short of their original making. He is very driven and intelligent but always seems very mean to those who don’t know him.
Other: They share most of their abilities. One can’t use all of them without the other present. (which is why they are seen holding hands most of the time.)
Reference links: Baron La Croix , Baron Samedi

Originally Posted by moon children

Username: moon children
Name: victoria
Age: 18
Gender: female
Divine parent: Artemis
Mythology of Origin: greek
Power: she can talk to animals and a perfect shot with a bow and can heal people if she really wishes it ((gotten as a gift but with a cost))
Appearance Description: Optional
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Personality: cool calm and collected most of the time but then she can snap and either be in a great mood or be a total bitch
Other: She has more animal friends then she does people friends and well most of them follow her. Mary had a little lamb but Victoria had a huge zoo… Artemis asked Apollo to bless her daughter and so that’s how she got the ability to heal people and animals or even herself…Apollo did it at a cost she cant see out of her left eye whenever she heals someone for a hour.
Reference links: http://simple.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lis..._and_goddesses

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Mythological Beings Profiles

Username: ascadellia
Name: Selene Loris
Age: Maybe a thousand years old. Give or take a hundred.
Mythological beast: Siren
Mythology of Origin: Greek
Appearance Description: She is around 5'7" In her siren form, she has a rather eerie appearance, her hair is a bit more white and her eyes are a rather odd mixture of colors. In water, she will have scales along her arms and webbed fingers. Her lower body consists of a somewhat large black fish tail, similar to a mermaid.
Appearance Image: Human
Beast Form: Upper Body
Lower Body.
Personality: She is a flirt, and can't resist to temp males, like any good siren.She's a rather dark person though, since any male she sets her eyes on somehow end up missing. Anything else really depends on her mood at the time. Hardly ever a pushover though.
Other: Works at a high class restaurant as a hostess and part time songstress at said restaurant when they need some entertainment.
Reference links: Sirens Siren Myths More info

Originally Posted by Kionaredhawk

*Username: kionaredhawk
*Name: Omut (Oh-moo-t)
*Age: older than he should be but looks mid twenties.
*Mythological beast: Griffin
*Mythology of Origin: Egyptian
*Appearance description: Standing at 6' 3" tall, Omut has the body of an athlete and the weight of a body-builder.
Appearance Image: Human Omut Griffin Omut
*Personality: grouchy is a good description but he is fiercely protective and will never, ever tell a lie. Actually, those around him are more...faithful and truthful then normal, because of such power, leading to a lot more drama around him than he really wishes.
Other: The tattoo is real. He got it when tattoos first came out (and it's a griffin, not a dragon...).
Omut has lived for a very long time, and because of that, he has had to move around a lot. He's always been good with his hands, so now in the modern times, he is a mechanic. There's also less drama in that type of workplace.

Originally Posted by Sakiko123

*Username: Sakiko123
*Name: Tejina
*Age: 16
*Mythological beast: Witch in training
*Mythology of Origin: European
*Appearance description: Long, waist length, wavy light brown hair with purple streaks/highlights and deep blue eyes like that of the deep end of an indoor swimming pool. She wears a purple and sea green dress with a sea green shawl with golden trim. Tejina’s also got a slim figure and very long legs for being only 5’2”. Also with very fair skin that burns easily if under the sun too long. She tries to avoid being outside too much.
Appearance Image: Outfit.
Hair, and eyes.
*Personality: Tejina’s shy at first when meeting new people, but opens up quite quickly. Sometimes she likes to show off any magic she’d learned recently even if the spell goes horribly wrong. She’ll try to fix it however as calmly as possible with determination. Other than that, she’s still learning her true personality.
Other: She prefers the pointing finger magic technique, but also likes to make potions.
Reference links: Witchcraft

Originally Posted by kionaredhawk

Username: kionaredhawk
Name: Sèitheach Rònan (Shay-uch Roe-nan: Means wolf seal), Shay for short
Age: ....
Mythological beast: Kelpie
Mythology of Origin: Celtic
Appearance Description: He's only 5' 11" and looks like a high school kid in human form...which he doesn't mind in the least.
Appearance Image: Shay
Beast Form: Land horse form Kelpie form
Personality: Dark and nasty but not cruel...as far as helping the gods in any case.
Other: He wants the gods back in power because it means he and his kind will be feared once again.
Reference links: Kelpieness

Originally Posted by Ameika

Username:Ameika
Name: Aiden
Age: about 21
Mythological beast: Skin-Walker
Mythology of Origin: Native American
Appearance Description: just as he appears. Is six feet tall.
Appearance Image:
Beast Form: has many since he can step into their skins
Personality: He has a round about personailty, the fact that he walks into so many different skins doesn't help him either, after all being so many different types of animals kind of made his personailty a little unpredictible.
Other: He is a bi-sexual, has a few tattoos, wears tinted goggles to not kill people by meeting thier eyes as one legends goes, there are a few other things but that will be found out
Reference links:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skin-walker, http://www.unknown-creatures.com/skinwalker.html

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Human Profiles

Originally Posted by Soturo Ayami

*Username: Soturo Ayami
*Name: Dorinda Maine
*Age: 38
*Nationality: Haitian/Jamacian American
Occupation: Building contractor/ worker
*Appearance description: A 5’4” buxom black woman, wide hips, dark brown hair down to her waist and wide green eyes that tend to pick up every little thing, even something very minor. She’s got more muscle then fat but its really hard to tell with her.
Appearance Image: [x]
*Personality: She is a mother through and through. When she got word of her babies coming home she pushed her ward Geoff to the breaking point trying to get every thing ready. She is a hardworking woman who doesn’t always do what she wants to do but always does what she has to do. Never one to back down and always there for those that need it, even if she seems a bit harsh.
Other: Unmarried, owns Worth It Construction Co. inherited along with the entire estate of Jaden Machiavelli (deceased -old age-), Lives with Jaden’s son Geoff (25, single)

Originally Posted by Ameika

Username: Ameika
Name: Keara O'Connell
Age: 19
Nationality: Irish
Gender: Female
Occupation: entertainer
Appearance Description: She has green eyes and red hair, basically looks like a true irish girl, also short, standing at about five foot five.
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Personality: varies
Other: secrets that shall be revealed

Originally Posted by Raccoons Should Fly

Username: Raccoons Should Fly
Name: Bom Chae-Rin (Prefers to be called CR.)
Age: Eighteen
Nationality: Korean
Gender: Female
Occupation: Sophomore in Emerson College, also occupied as coffee barista.
Appearance Description: She's tall for her thin structure, with hair too seldom let down to know the actual length of. Her clothes are bright and eccentric, outgoing beyond her actual behavior.
Appearance Image: Anime only
Personality: Bom, or CR as she likes to be called, is somewhat of an enigma. She's quiet without being shy, taciturn. And when she does talk, her words show both intelligence and understanding. She is socially capable when she prefers, but concentrates her efforts on what makes her happy: rocking out, basically. Her aim is to become a member of a famous new girl-band.
Other:

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The red haired irish girl yawned, she was dead on her feet at six o'clock in the morning as she came out of the irish pub in uptown new york. She rubbed her tired face as she looked towards pinking sky as the sun was comming up, she still had time to get home and get some sleep before she had to go to some event at the empire state building, mainly to entertain a bunch of rich snobby people. "This is going to be a busy day." she mumbled as she yawned once more, it ws already busy so early in the morning, but all she could do was turn and walk down the street to get onto the subway to head downtown.

A furry thing was rubbing against the young purple highlighted, light brown haired girl's face which made her itchy, but couldn't scratch otherwise the furry thing would attack her hand. After a while of enduring it, the girl opened her violet eyes to look at the grey furry thing. Her kitten.
The girl smiled at her before yawning, mouth closed with slight tears. Then she got out of bed to make herself some breakfast. With a wood burning potbelly stove, things took longer to cook, but she was never in any hurry, though so she could take all the time she needed. She'd go out later.

Kamila was already waking up early in the morning. She looked out her window of the apartment building she was currently renting as she brushed her long hair. She had to find a job to pay for living expenses, and today she was going job hunting. No clue about how long this little thing would take, her gods had given her limited money. They said that she would just have to fend for herself. It was supposed to make her a stronger person. Of course, putting her in a different country and location was Not something she appreciated. Now she had to learn everything about this place and hope to not get lost. Along with the whole, get people to believe in them.

Giving a soft sigh, the dark haired demi-goddess got dressed in a purple sundress and some black sandals. Putting on one of her armlets she made her way out of the apartment. There were so many people around as she stepped out of the apartment and onto the streets, she just had to hope not to stray away from the path. It was just, different than what she was used to. Even if she had been there for a few days, she couldn't get over it. And she also hadn't run into any of the others.

Breakfast was baked and eaten. The kitten was also fed at the same time. The girl was just about to get dressed right after when she noticed her kitten's litter box was a bit messy, being right in the door of the laundry room across from the back door. Her favourite jean skirt and top had been washed and were both still hanging above the washboard and bucket she used, hence her noticing the box. Figured it should be taken care of right away, the girl bent down and soon enough she'd finished, adding more to the pile right afterward.
Slipping on her pink mesh shoes minutes after getting dressed finally, she said a cute goodbye to her kitten while saying she'll be back soon then left the small cottage, hoping not to get lost. She was looking for a job as the funds left over from her parents was running low.

"Jaden come on, come on~!" Jason whines dragging his brother out the door. Well not so much dragging but hurrying him out the door. He was anxious they had sight-seeing to do. Getting settled in and they were home-schooled by their mother who was getting her things ready to work. Sometimes they forgot they had enough money to do anything. Their mother kept them on strict regiments. And any money they got had to be earned. Their mother had raised them in an apartment then moved them into the house that she had inherited along with the property and money Jaden Machievelli, the man who Jaden was named after, had left her. Of course they also inherited an uncle Geoff, the former Jaden's son, who didn't really like them all that much but he was a formality. Dorinda just had to make sure that he was alright, which considering he was the C.E.O. of a company of his own, his was fine. Jason liked to do more then Jaden did and that usually involved dragging his brother out of his hidey-hole so they could hang out.

"Stop being such a home-body." Jason stuck his tongue out at Jaden as he made his way down the stairs and out onto the busy streets of an early morning New York. It wasn't like New Orleans busy, with shops just opening, people just opening their windows and the sound of music and early morning news, no. New York early morning was noisy, full of traffic, people going to work, heading out shopping, it was also overly stimulating. Jason just grinned as he looked back at his brother who looked as he always did. Jason would be worried if he didn't know what the other was thinking, much the same he was. Jaden was excited but just would never show it. They probably looked odd the pair. Jaden had been in charge of picking out what they would wear because he got up first and took a shower. Jason wore a black Armani suit with a white under shirt the top two buttons and the cuff left open, collar up, no tie. His hair was just left to fall into his face the way he left it when he came out of the shower. Jaden, as usual was prime and proper his hair combed back and kept in a half ponytail, his suit pressed and all pieces intact. Jason wondered absently if he should have been born a girl instead but a sharp kick from Jaden left him the one being dragged behind. "Ow, ow, ow.."

Omut growled annoyingly as he slammed a hand onto his alarm clock. He hates mornings. He got up, got dressed, drank some orange juice, grabbed his keys, and was out the door in less then 15 minutes. He really hates mornings.
He locked his door and headed down the rickety stairs to his apartment building and went out in the cool, refreshing, beautiful mor-HA! Refreshing my ass, he grumbles to himself. The world these days were nothing like they used to be. Still mumbling to himself under his breath about a world long gone, he started walking towards his job. He took a lot of back ways and alleys, trying to stay away from the masses of people that seemed to congregate everywhere. He hated the drama, especially of the people in this world.
He brushed some of his white hair out of his eyes as he reached one of the streets he has to cross, without choice. He growls as he enters the mainstream of human flesh. He twitched slightly suddenly, for some reason. His golden gaze swept through the crowd, a scowl prominent on his face. He felt something. Knowing what it was supposed to be, he altered his route, cursing that he was likely going to be late for work, and finally found the...glow he was looking for. He sighs and tries to put on a decent expression but, of course, it didn't work. It would have been the same idea as lying. So he had a half scowl on his face at having to interrupt his morning but technically this was for a good reason...
His hand very gently, so as not to alarm the woman, touched Kamila's arm as she was walking. His voice was very quiet for all that it has a low, deep quality to it. He spoke in the old Egyptian tongue, one he knew she had to recognize. "Milady, may we speak? You need help, do you not?" He was, after all, here to help...sort of.

Shay's eyes flashed in the morning sun. He did not want to be here. Stupid humans. Forgetting who we are and who they were. It was the same thing he said to himself every morning. He had on his high school uniform, heading towards the private school he was...sort of enrolled in. He had manipulated his way into the children's place of learning so as to find...well, what he wanted to find, though he really couldn't do much. The old ways were forgotten, and so many of his powers had dwindled. He wished the idiots upstairs would get of their asses and do something about it so he could return to his glory days of stealing and eating. He was hungry. With a pleasant look of memories on the 'boys' face, Shay continued onto the street that would lead him to the subway that would take him to school.

Having been pushing her way through the crowds more or less, she was surprised to feel a hand on her arm. Certainly she was not going to be 'mugged' so early in the morning. She had no purse so it would be pointless. A second later she dismissed those thoughts. The touch was one that meant no harm. And the language was one tat she hadn't heard of in days. Turning to look at the owner of the voice, she was surprised to see a white haired male. Who did not seem to be a morning person. She could relate to that. Usually she slept in the day and went out at night. But if she were to need a job, she had to do so in the morning. When the stores and such were open.

Giving a small nod, Kamlia offered a smile. "Yes, I do need some assistance. Where would be a good place to speak? I am not really familiar with this city." she replied back. From his aura, she knew him to be one of the creatures. Which one he was, she was not really certain. Hopefully she would soon find out. "My name is Kamilah Eshe. And you are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

Omut actually smiles a little at the lady. He beckoned for her to follow him. As they walked a couple blocks to a quaint cafe he knew of, he said, "It's Omut. A pleasure to meet you, Lady Kamilah. I knew that some were coming, but I was not aware that a woman of your heritage would be here. I had expected many children but not those of my country." He actually smiles a little. "It's almost a relief."
They arrived at the cafe and he held the door open for her. It was small and cozy, which is why he liked it. Less people to make dramatic. He paused before he sat down. "Would you like anything?"

"Should we check the subway? head over to Broadway? Statue of liberty? Hell's Kitchen? I don' know wha's so interestin' there but now I'm thinkin 'bout daredevil." Jason munched away at a hotdog as he spoke. Jaden gave him a disgusted look nibbling on a bag of chips. He threw his brother a look send him a mental ping to stop talking with his mouth full. Jason choked, beating on his chest to force the food down. "Geez wanna do that when I'm not chewing on a hotdog."

Jaden just shook his head as they headed down the street. "I wouldn't but maybe killing you will kill my stress." Jaden's heavy accent was just a prevalent as Jason's was. They both sounded like they were from the south and New Orleans specifically. Jason pouted crossing his arms as he followed behind his brother. He didn't mean it but it was still uncalled for. "And don't ask why I can't be a bit nicer, you know why." He retorted as Jason raised his hand and opened his mouth. The downside of having someone in your head was they always knew what you were thinking. Sometimes it confused the hell outta their mother but she had long since gotten used to it. Shaking his head he grabs his brothers hand motioning towards the subway. They could make it around faster if they were walking and Jaden didn't like taxi's. He still wanted Jaden to pick what they were going to do as he rattled off a mental list of what they could do while in this city.

Jaden just responded to each with a he didn't care just so long as Jason didn't do anything stupid. By stupid he meant anything with their powers. Jason had been born with three pairs of bright white wings and Jaden hadn'. They weren't sure why just yet but it was a split for their powers. Jaden had all the manipulation of their powers and as long as they kept contact with each other they could both use their powers. Jason had been given a slight strength boost and his wings, they were hidden but still. Jason was a bit of a show off he liked showing his 'feats of strength' as he called it. Jaden was just left rolling his eyes. If they were to classify themselves in WOW terms [which they played vehemently, secretly of course] , Jason had been born a paladin, without the righteous good alignment and ability to destroy evil and undead, and Jaden a warrior-mage. More often Jaden left himself in the background , only helping when he needed to. For all intensive purpose he didn't really care, he left that to Jason.

"Stop it wit' the depressing thoughts, man! You're bringing me down..." Jason laughed, "And ironically we're walkin' down some steps." He grinned his pearly whites and Jaden just sighed a small upturn of his lips as well. "So I figure we go see the Chrysler building, head over to statue of liberty, then hit the strip and do some school shopping cause ma said we'll be going to school not that we're all moved in." he continued chatting as they waited for the subway car to stop.

Tejina pondered about whether or not she should ride her pink magic powered scooter into town. She'd done it many times and no one seemed to find it odd. Probably thinking it was one of those motorized ones instead. Pretty normal. Though she found it odd that she owned one of those when at home she was so old fashioned. Well her parents were... They'd always dwell on the past traditions usually only going as far back as the late 50s... With some things... The TV... A phone... Fridge... Maybe a few more things... She couldn't remember. She however did remember that it wasn't much regarding modern day devices, but it was all they could handle... Now that Tejina owned the place, she wanted to spruce it up a bit with more modern and maybe slightly upgraded items. First off the stove... Next she was thinking washer and dryer. But first she needed a job to pay for them all. It wouldn't be easy and would take a while, but it would probably be worth it. She couldn't just poof them up just yet so she'd had to go the old fashioned way. Didn't bother her, though. The only thing bothering her was the loneliness...

After that intense thinking ceased and she returned to reality she figured she'd go ahead and take the scooter into town. It was so cute and she loved riding it wherever she went. Hard to pass that up. Her kitten loved it, too, but today Tejina wanted to go into town by herself. She knew the kitten would be fine till she returned. After a quick check over and the helmet was in place, Tejina was off, riding down the streets of New York, passing by all kinds of people.

Bom folded in the waist of her apron to match her actual size with expert precision, smoothing it so that it wouldn't chafe against skin left unprotected by today's ensemble of clothing. Her grey sports-jacket fit well over an odd lace one-piece -it appeared to be a dress, but upon closer inspection one could see that it had shorts instead of a skirt- the high neckline of the latter item and the classiness of the jacket preventing the amount of leg shown from becoming inappropriate. She'd be working her job as a barista today, or in plain language, serving coffee to a clientele of hipsters and indie kids. However, Bom was also free from her classes today, which meant both more pay from the extra work and more free time.

A miniature wave of caffeine hit her as she made herself a small latte. Bom knew the owner, a lanky twenty-six-year-old with a penchant for Lolita culture, wouldn't mind, especially if it meant a more alert employee. Despite her quiet nature, Bom was extremely observant and more than awake... But hey, free lattes. She was not concentrating on the coffee today, though. Today, the air reeked of happenings, and Bom was curious as to what that big could possibly be hitting the town. Readying the shop for customers, she allowed a small smile: whatever was going on today, Bom just knew that she would be involved.

The girl followed the bigger male easily enough. In a place without anything familiar to her, she was glad that at least someone was from her home. "It is rather surprising to see another one of my heritage. I think I may be one of the only ones... Nobody else would leave the comforts of their homes." she informed him, smiling a bit. She brushed her hair away from her face, eyes looking around curiously. Omut walked through the crowds easily. It was obvious that he was experienced with this city. Giving a short nod in thanks, she passed through the open door and looked around the cafe. It did seem nice and quiet. "Thank you."

At his question, Kamilah looked a little doubtful as she sat down. "Well, I think I will have a latte? I think that is what it was." she answered, though it seemed more like a question. She was reluctant to order too much since she still didn't know how the majority of them would taste. She had had said drink before. It had been ordered as an impulse after seeing someone with the drink. It seemed good, so the girl pointed at said drink and asked for one. It wasn't that she didn't have some new commodities from this century in her home, but she had lived in a rather closed off place. One that insisted on keeping the old ways and other demi-gods like herself lived in comfort. That way they wouldn't have to explain to anyone what they were. Most things like this were new to her.

Keara was pulling her firey red hair up into a ponytail as she awaited for the train to pull to a stop which it did, she made her way off it and bumped into twin males, causing her to drop her things. "I am so so very sorry for that." she said to them quickly in her irish accent as she bent down and begin to pick her things up that she had dropped when she bumped into them. "I am really sorry, i should have been paying attention." she said to them as she chuckled in a tired away, she still had to catch a different train and she still felt bad that she had done such a thing but she guess working hard and being tired didn't help out at all.

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The black fur ferret stared out the cage that the humans had him in, he couldn't step into another skin or back into his human form considering it was a small cage and there were cameras in the pets stoore, he would just have to wait for some one to buy him and then exscape when that person was not looking.

Tejina was entering the town just then and felt off somehow... She needed something, but what? Then it struck her. Coffee. She really needed it badly, too having not had any in a few days. It was almost like an odd addiction for her, but in no way bad. Unless she believed in what people said about it being bad. She however didn't.
Tejina parked her scooter in front of pole just next to what looked like a cafe and chained it up securely before entering. Standing at the front table she waited patiently for someone to take her order, not seeing the woman with the latte right away..

Jason looked down surprised at the woman who had bumped into them. He quickly bent down to help her pick up her things and smiled charmingly. Jaden next to him just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course his brother was going to be a flirt he could already read that he was sizing up the woman. She was pretty but still, Jason couldn't go anywhere with out chatting someone up. Even if they were supposed to be hanging out today.

"Oh i's no problem. Sorry for standin' in yo way." He looked up at the train before looking back down again, they could wait for another train. He chuckles holding out his hand to the woman. "My names Jason. What's yours?" He says still grinning. She seemed tired and maybe a little stressed. Reminded him of Dorinda who was probably just waking up. She had gone to bed no more then an hour before they woke up, the woman saw fit to maximizer her days an minimize her sleep. Both of them wondered when she would take a break.

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Dorinda glared at her alarm clock for about two minutes before she actualy decided to chuck the damn thing. "Too dang early in the morning." She muttered running a tired hand through her hair. She didn't really have anything to do today. Her home had gone under during Katrina and even though her crew hadn't gone anywhere because of the storm they had insisted [more like told her] she had to get her and her kids somewhere safe. She knew Greg would have just dragged them to his mother house in Florida. The elderly woman loved to spoil her kids rotten and even though they were nearly grown she still gave them candy balloons and cards for their birthday. Geoff had already decided to stay behind and make sure their entire estate didn't go under, but he too had insisted [again, more like told] they take a little vacation. That vacation being paid for by hm because he wanted them gone more then anything.

Shaking her head she jumped in the shower real quick to wash the paint and saw dust from her hair. The condo she had bought needed some renovations so being who she was and doing what she did, she had done them herself. In the last three days she had fixed up the kitchen, cleaned and grouted the bathroom, put up new fixings for the chandelier [which she saw no need for so she was just going to donate it somewhere.], prim and polished the house was perfect, at least to her. The only thing she have done was putting up the portrait of her and her sons she had done. It was a large portrait old oil paint, 60X40 canvas with a bronze Renaissance and they were dressed in old time suits [much like their father, top hat included] and herself in black lace gown. Standard funeral wear but it was their culture and she embraced it. With a yawn she made her way into the living room, filled in with color to make the space looked lived in, she plopped down on the couch trying to think of what to do today. She could go out and get the kids a pet. They had lost the dog in the flood it was upsetting but she had no idea what to get. A cat? no she didn't like cats, upset her allergies. Another dog? No the kids would be sad with another dog. They'd call him Sparky again, too many memories. A ferret? Well a ferret was a nice idea, it'd be just as weaselly as the two of them, quick too. Besides they were cute and didn't make too much of a mess. "That's it you guys are getting a ferret."

“Oh, thank you so much.” Keara said to Jason as she gave him a sweet smile, her bright green eyes meting his green eyes, she seemed surprised and taken a back when she saw the green eyes, it wasn’t that she never had seen other’s with green eyes but his eyes where pure green almost like hers were different shades of green like the grass in Ireland. “Níl, tá sé mo locht. No, it is my fault.” she said to him as she tucked her things into her oversized purse, repeating what she had said twice, in English and Irish.

“Keara. It is nice to met you.” she said to him as she held her hand to shake his having a heavy Irish accent as she said her name, the smile dropped when she saw her train leave the station. “Oh no…..no I have to head straight to the empire state building…..” she groaned, knowing that by time she got home she would have to turn around and head back out for work, she looked a little distressed for a few minutes before she sighed slightly and rubbed at her face.

“I am so very sorry that I caused both of us to miss our rides.” she said bouncing from one foot to the other, she really hadn’t taken the time to look both of them over or to decide what their age was since she had to get back on the subway to head towards the road she would need for the building she had to go too, figuring she could nap on a bench or in the dressing room before she actually had to work.

(can't really post for Aiden since he ish just waitting to be bought)

As Tejina waited for any waitress to serve her, if they'd noticed anyone enter at all considering it was still early, she opened her purse and pulled out a memo pad. She'd written ingredients she wanted to get later for an experiment she'd read about recently. Probably one that was way to advanced for her level, but she figured she'd try anyway. After all practice made perfect. Hopefully her kitten wouldn't change colours again, not that she tested any of her experiments on her. She'd just kind of fall into the cauldron...
The thought made her laugh which also allowed another waitress notice her. Tejina was relieved when she was asked her order. In a quiet voice she said, "I'll have a large french vanilla latte please." Having not realizing it was a drink that wasn't on the menu, the waitress kindly told her and then suggested the cappuccino version which suited Tejina just fine. The waitress left and Tejina went back to planning her day, having not much else to do or anyone talk to.

Jason just shook his head laughing. "Oh is alright. We weren't going anywhere special. We jus' moved 'ere. Sorry you missed yo'r train though." His laughter dies down to chuckles as he turns to watch the train leave. "We seem to be apologizing a lot. How about instead, since it is my fault, for you missing your train, I'm sure me an' Jaden could find ya 'nother route to get home." He turned to Jaden for confirmation all he got was a shake of his head and a shrug but that was still a yes. Jaden just wanted to do more then stand there all day. Jason just rolled his eye sat him. 'You know you have a voice. Use it.' Jaden gave him a serious look before walking off in another direction headed for the stairs.

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Dorinda just slipped on her sneakers and headed for the door. She wasn't really sure where she needed to go so she slipped a map from her lap top before leaving. She could walk the distance to the pet store. The boys probably walked the other way from it because they would have come back to wake her if they had seen it. She figured she would save time by jogging and losing some weight. After two boys you tended to gain a lot of weight especially in her family. Of course she wasn't fat by any means but she was a thick woman, even just with muscle, which she had been building since before and after her kids were born. Dorinda made it to the shop far more quickly then she thought and raised her eyebrow at the small place. It was nice quaint and almost no one was there but then it was still rather early.

"Hi can I help you?" A woman in a green apron with the store logo printed in bright white letters asks as she walks in. The woman gives her a pretty smile, the I want to sell you something smile.

Normally it would be irritating but Dorinda just shrugged and pointed to the black ferret she had spotted through the window. She had never been very picky when it came to animals and that one just seemed to catch her interest. The woman moves over to the cage prattles on about care for animals and such and such things. Dorinda just tapped her foot against the floor shaking her head as she waits for her to finish with the price. "Child, I grew up on a farm, I know how to take care of 'im jus' wann' know what de price is?" She mutters impatiently rubbing her forhead. She was taking to damn long for her taste. Get it done and get gone. Shopping with her was a quick and easy time. Just go in for what you want simple as that and she definitely wasn't in the mood for small talk. The younger woman almost scowled at her but stood to her full height rattled out a price. Buying food and a few other things to go along with it she paid and left. She glanced down at the small cage they had put him trying not to jostle it too much. "Ya know dey are new when ya can't git dem to shut op." She nods talking to him directly. She shook her head again trying to get rid of her accent. It was always there when she got pissed off. " Dems da snooty bitches ya got ta watch out for. But you be out of dare so dun worry."