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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 11:26:53 GMT -5
[no problem at all! c: have a good lab!]
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 25, 2017 11:31:01 GMT -5
may i claim the shapeshifter? i'm going on a writing spree later today so i'll probably have his character up by then! Remington Mimieux | The Shapeshifter | ᵖᵃˡᵃᵈᶤᶰ ✦ | Male |
Remington stands in at 5'9 - not too tall, not too small. His body is masculine without doubt, though it has a more agile, athletic feel to it. His back is broad across his shoulders and slowly narrows from then on, dipping down in the small of his back before curving once more as it meets his hips. His family is rather diverse and as Remy puts it, "we're all a little bit of everything." The races he can actually list, however, are Pakistani, Bengali, Dutch, and Mexican. His skin is darker than most, hovering somewhere between a golden brown and deeper bronze. There are several tattoos across his body, all with their own meaning and mainly seen on his back, chest, and arms. After all, in his particular tribe, ancient tribal tattooing is done as a part of religious practice. The only tattoo he has that is not for this reason is located on the inside of his left wrist and reads "I love you" in somebody else's messy scrawl. His hair is black and an absolute mess, always ruffled and sticking out all over the place. It extends a few inches past his ears and long bangs both frame and fall into his face. His eyes display sectoral heterochromia, with one half of each iris being an icy blue-gray color and the other halves simply being a dark shade of brown. He tends to just wear sweatshirts, jeans, t-shirts, and so on. Remy tends to just wear darker colors but is very fond of just about any shade of red. And baby pink. He looks good in it and he's well aware of that fact. Remy's crystal is displayed with pride, being a vivid shade of red that is much like freshly spilled blood.
Remington is... a piece of work. He's not exactly the most intelligent guy out there but he talks as if he is and it seems that he'll never shut up once you get him going. He does care about his appearance, though not in the sense of maintaining it. Rather, he likes to point out how handsome he is at every other turn. He expects compliments frequently and will sulk if not given any. He's pretty laid back for the most part but this is mainly because he's too lazy to be running around starting fights whenever he gets a little mad. Remington will still yell and snap at people that annoy him, however. He's naturally curious and will often lead a group while exploring, lacking the usual level of caution and fear that others would normally have when entering an unknown area with potential traps. In fact, he's very good at discovering traps! Granted, with his foot. His curiosity also extends to other creatures and genuinely does not seem to understand why you probably shouldn't go around poking and prodding people you just met to get a feel of their muscles (or lack thereof.) Remington is friendly for the most part but does make the mistake of talking about himself, his people, etc. a little bit too much. He's fiercely proud of his culture and race and will grow very defensive if he gets the feeling that someone is looking down on them. Remington also doesn't like seeing any of his friends or allies injured or any fighting within their respective group. Although he does happen to have a very high tolerance for pain and gore, which can make him appear rather unsympathetic towards other people or situations.
His current family consists of his dad, who is disabled, and a little sister who is currently attending the boarding school at Elder Islands. His other father died when his little sister was just a baby. Remy does find himself with many responsibilities as a result but he doesn't resent this fact. They're a close family with strong bonds. Remington idolizes his dad to no end. His little sister is whimsical, lovely, and fey but incredibly insecure and anxious - only with her does Remington's softer side come out. Remington and those in his tribe are incredibly religious and spiritual. They consider the pain they feel as an offering to their Goddess and thus, do not shy away from injury or anything of the sort. They all tend to be incredibly reckless and Remy is no exception - most other Shapeshifters find it astonishing as to how they're still even surviving when they all seem to have a death wish. However, despite how scary they can seem at first, he and his tribe are usually very friendly, welcoming, and easy to get along with. As long as you don't mind their lack of personal space and dark humor. The entirety of his species don't have the same beliefs as him though, with his tribe being rather small and remote.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 11:32:16 GMT -5
[you got it!]
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 13:19:38 GMT -5
[Okay guys I have to go to work really soon for work and I won't be back until tonight (10 CST) so since we have the group I was going teo post my starting post and then you all can post yours throughout the day when you get a chance c:
I was thinking we could have everyone start out the day after their 18th birthday when they've received their note informing them about their status as the chosen one and such and are on their way to meet up- here is what the note says:
A prophecy was told eighteen years ago about a member of each tribe whose power towers over all others, with this immense power, it was their destiny to stop The Great War and bring Arura back to peace. You are the chosen one of your species. Keep your crystal safe, and arrive at the Capitol two days after your eighteenth birthday. To save the world you must unite and see past your differences.
- - taylor - location: Wizard Ridge The afternoon sun was shining through the thin layer of trees filling the thin forest, a few noises could be heard in the distance, the sound of a frog croaking, a few birds chirping various tunes, it seemed at peace in the forest, except for the loud crash of branches sounding out through the woods. Taylor Brock had tried standing on a large pile of branches to get a clear view of the forest, but he fell right through and onto the ground because the thin, frail branches couldn't support him. He shrugged it off, observed the scratches he had obtained in the process and climbed out of the tree branch mess. Taylor had read and re-read the note numerous times, The Chosen One? Of course Taylor always knew he was destined for greatness, with his father and brother running their successful business and being one of the wealthiest Wizard families in their land, he knew his time would come when the universe would call upon him, he just though it wait until a more convenient time. Right after my eighteenth birthday? Of course, I can't have one nice party He thought to himself, angrily kicking a rock as he walked along. Brushing his fingers together, Taylor glanced down and saw bits of orange-colored magic dusting along his fingertips, his powers were crawling at him, itching for some excitement. He sighed, Wizard Ridge was primarily bland, no animals and most other species stayed away from their land because of all the spells that had been placed over it right before the start of the War. In fact, most Wizards had forgotten about it because of how un-involved they had been in the entire time. Growing up, Taylor had trained for years and years with his tutors and brothers, strong wizards were in the family, but his parents always said their was something about Taylor's magic that just seemed so...inherently strong, as though he could cast numerous spells and not break a sweat, unlike most. Taylor prided over that fact, he loved to hear from others about how amazing his powers were, then again he loved hearing anyone talk about him. Taylor continued walking, he had brought a map and a backpack full of supplies before leaving out on his journey, not knowing what he might need. He looked over the map, assuming he was headed in the right direction. He quickly folded up the map and shoved it into one of the side pockets in his backpack. Thoughts drifting, he wondered what the others in his group would be like, he imagined them all to him bulky and strong, just like he was, they would be an army, and Taylor had high hopes of being the Captain.
Christina - - location: reaper Territory Clouds were covering the sun for no and with a mild breeze, it made for a decently nice day out. Sounds of the river could be heard in the distance, but almost no sounds of wild animals or creatures, which wasn’t too strange, most animals had learned to stay far away from Reapers. Christina was sitting down on a log, not too far from the shore of the river, talking a break from walking. When her aunt gave her the note, she almost froze from the shock, how could she be some powerful Reaper, able to save everyone from the war? She just didn't think that was likely. After all, Christina only had to shift into her Reaper for a couple times to fight off some rouge werewolves from her aunt's property a few times. Those who had seen Christina as a Reaper never said anything about her power, just about her being insanely terrifying to look at. She was munching on a piece of bread that she had brought in the backpack she took with her and thought back to laat night when she told her aunt that she had to leave. “I have to go, it's my destiny apparently.” Christina whispered. “I know, you are a good person Christina and you will do amazing things, but promise me you'll come home.” Her aunt whispered in return. I will return home, she thought to herself. Christina packed away her bread back into the pouch and stood up, slinging her backpack over her shoulder. Before leaving, she had put in a pair of caramel-colored contacts, as she did not want to have seven other people be disturbed by her the entire time. She was wearing a black long sleeve shirt with light blue jean shorts and a pair of black converse, her usual attire. Christina wondered what it would be like to meet other species of Arura, of course werewolves wandered onto her territory all the time, but she was hoping that they would all get along, after all if the group didn't stick together, or at least that was what the note said. She started wondering what their next plan of action would be, especially since all they were left with was a simple note, how were they supposed to know how to save the world from this war?
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 25, 2017 19:52:31 GMT -5
(and my character bio! :3 )
Takahashi Rai
| The vampire | Faundestwishes | Male |
Rai had always been envious of those who could walk in the sun. When he was younger he was the ideal image of a vampire. Prim, proper, stoic and regal. He listened to his parents and studied without being prompted. He only peeked at the sun through blinds and suffered the burns he received in silence. The day his younger sister snuck him the bloodstone as a gift during dinner was the day that Rai died and the new Rai was born. The heat of it was temptation when he felt cold inside. At night he was free to run and roam, to climb trees and pull mischievous pranks on people he found in the dark. With the sunlight he could meet so many new people. The stoic vampires he had been ‘friends’ with before were replaced with people who were full of so much…. life! It took a lot of time to not be tempted by the steady pulse of those living things, he needed blood to live but wasn’t some animal that would latch onto a hot neck. To his parents dismay their studious subservient son turned into what they classified as a “rambunctious hellion.” Rai is quick to show his excitement- and his irritation. His competitive streak is endless, and he will meet any challenge with reckless abandon. It takes a lot of reasoning to change his mind from something he has decided on doing. Much to his parent’s irritation he is fond of pulling pranks and starting fights. A silly quirk of Rai’s is that he is very fond of singing, songs that he like can get him tapping his foot, bouncing his head and mumbling to himself easily. When alone he tends to go full out, singing, dancing and bouncing around- he will quickly stop if he is walked in on and deny. Can he sing? Can he not? He stops singing before most people can find out.
As for looks? Well, Rai might say he is certainly one of the most charming people he has ever met. He's 5'7", lithe and is very proud of his arms. He is only slightly less pale than the rest of his family, it’s something he considers a tan but is very much… not. He has the start of scruff along his jaw. Rai's hair is thick, dark and long, and he keeps it in a loose ponytail, though a lot of it tends to fall into his face. His ears are slightly pointed. Up one of his thighs is a tattoo that he let his sister design, he isn’t quick to show it off however. Once caught by those with a prejudice against vampires, he found himself down one leg and up one charmed prosthetic. Though usually quite high and mighty of his looks, one mention of his leg and Rai clams up. He normally wears comfortable joggers, black, a turtle neck, red, and a popped collar sweatshirt, black and grey, and laced boots. Rai has an aesthetic to keep up. He finds it terribly ironic that his crystal is colored like a watermelon, it was a terrible pastel of his bloodstone, both stones are kept on the same cord around his neck.
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Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 25, 2017 21:00:19 GMT -5
-Ezra- Location: Near Wizards Bridge, at the border of the Dark Moon pack territory.
Ezra was completely unconvinced about this entire "chosen one" crap. How could he be some powerful monster when he was one of the weakest omegas in his pack? He was currently in his wolf form, stalking quietly through the thick forest he'd grown up in. He'd never go as far to say that it was his home, the stuff that his pack mates had pulled on him made him strongly believe that this place could never be connected with "home". It was one of the reasons why he'd left to go on this so-called quest anyways. Honestly? Ezra thought this was some hoax, that he'd end up right outside of his territory and some Reapers would get him. The large wolf stopped at that, a shudder of fear running through his body before he continued. He'd only had one encounter with one of those things, and it was terrifying. He'd only been looking for a bite to eat, but he'd stumbled into reaper territory. But now wasn't the time to think about that. Instead, he trotted forward, his emaciated frame still the largest sentient being in the area. Eventually he decided to shift back, howling in pain as his bones snapped into place.
Soon in the large wolfs presence was a thin teen, who stood and brushed himself off before continuing on.He was currently wearing a maroon button down and black slacks, his hair tumbling down to his waist, giving him an almost feminine look with his slight stature. Hah, most powerful werewolf? That must be some kind of joke. Sure he'd yet to be beaten in a sparring match, and if he tried he could probably defend himself, he was fast and smart enough, but... he was still an omega. Sick. Weak. Altogether worthless in the packs eyes. His alpha had to read the letter out loud because he was illiterate, omegas weren't allowed to be taught to read. So here he was, after the alpha laughed in his face for ten minutes before shooing him away for this adventure, with only the "letter" in his hands and the clothes on his back. He soon made it to the bridge, keeping his head to the ground and trying to walk quickly through the territory, able to scent both a wizard and a... reaper here. His throat tightened for a moment but he forced himself onward, his shoulders hunched lightly forward as he did so.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 22:27:10 GMT -5
[sorry guys! I'm here now!!]
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 22:37:06 GMT -5
[yay! Everyone is added c: except Ruby's Angel, but I think she's still working on it. Anyways, let's see if anyone else is online then we can have the group start meeting with each other!!!]
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 22:48:07 GMT -5
yay!!!! Okay gimme one sec to get my peeps to The Capitol and we can have them meet!! c:]
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 25, 2017 23:13:13 GMT -5
- - taylor
After walking for what seemed like hours, Taylor could finally see the outline of the buildings in the Capitol. Taylor had only seen it in pictures, well, what it used to look like. He didn't expect it to be ravaged and destroyed. Growing up, Taylor lived only in the city, going out of it a few times to go swimming in a lake with his friends, but that was it. He didn't really feel that sense of danger even though there was a war going on. He tightened the straps on his backpack a little and kept walking, he could see the fuzzy haze of mist in the distance which was the end of the parade of protection spells all Wizards had cast to keep their area hidden and safe. Today, Taylor was wearing a white T-shirt from some expensive name brand with a red hooded sweatshirt over it along with a pair of khaki shorts and black high top Vans. While walking he used his thumb to play with the ring around his finger, it was made of pure silver, so he knew that if it came down to it, he wouldn't have to fight that many other species off. Finally, Taylor was a foot away from the mist, slowly he stepped through it. He had just crossed over the border into the Elemental Cliffs and was now on alert. A new territory with new creatures, it felt strange. Finally after another hour of walking, Taylor reached the outskirts of the Capitol. He could feel a few drops of sweat on his forehead which was quite irritating to him. Most Wizards had the power to apparate, or teleport to places using their magic, Taylor was set on apparating to the Capitol instead of walking the whole way, but he hadn't mastered it yet. Last time he tried to go to the house next door to him and he only made it halfway then passed out. Taylor angrily shook off that memory and started walking around the Capitol, looking for any signs of life.
- - christina
Since she had a bit of a walk to get to the Capitol, Christina had to pass through a few different territories, she had finally made it away from the Werewolves and was almost halfway through Angel territory, that one didn't worry her so much because Angels seemed to be a bit more peaceful than other species, or so she thought. EVen though she hadn't lived in the city for a long time, Christina had only had run-ins with a few werewolves, a couple shapeshifters and a demon, that was it. All others were new to Christina; she thought back to when her aunt would talk about the days before the war when Arura had open borders. After walking for awhile, Christina stopped again to eat a snack and rest her feet. She sat down against a tree and pulled a bottle of water out of her bag and some grapes. While snacking she listened deep to the sounds of the forest, hearing chirping noises and seeing bugs crawl around, that was new. She froze hearing a loud rustling in the bushes about twenty feet from her. Christina almost screamed when she saw something jump out of the bush, terrified it was a werewolf, but it was just a bunny. She quickly eased up and put her food away, the small fluffy creature watching her. Christina smiled at it and kicked a spare grape over towards the cutie then kept walking. Her eyes lit up as she finally saw the outlines of an industrial area in the distance, and Christina figured it was the Capitol. She sighed in relief, surprised that she actually made it here alive. She walked a little faster, hearing someone stomp around in the area, she could hear a couple people wondering around with her inhuman hearing and decided to stop and sit down in the square next to a large statue that had been almost entirely destroyed.
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jul 25, 2017 23:58:49 GMT -5
-Lily
Lily sighed again, she'd been walking forever. At least it felt forever, she had walked from basically the coastline of the Demon Forest. The red haired girl was almost there, it wouldn't be long now, soon she'd be meeting the other chosen people that she would ''Save the world'' with. Her outfit consisted of; a pair of high waisted leggings, a cropped salmon colored tank top with a semi plunging neckline and choker attachment and, a pair tan tennis shoes.
Soon the misty city came into view and she couldn't help but move faster. The excitement set in. As quickly as she sped up she came to a stop, what if they judged her because she was a demon? Her people didn't exactly have the best names for themselves, plus they used dark magic which usually is associated with evil. Lilith was anything but that, at least she liked to think that. Usually Lily was a pretty sweet girl, after her father was put in a coma she had become a little more violent that previous year, tapping into the darkness inside her; but she stayed sweet most of the time, always feeling bad after the lashed out or did anything of that sort. It wasn't like her to do that usually. Of course blaming yourself for hurting your family was something that often changed people a least a little. It was only recently that she had started getting over it with the help of her mother and younger sister.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 26, 2017 0:31:04 GMT -5
Rai had a long walk to the capitol. From the coast to the capital he had quite a lot of water to look at. His safest route had been along the borders of territories and he had confidently. Sure, he'd gained disapproving looks, and a few nasty, "blood sucker" and "leach" comments, but he didn't care about that. So what, it was how he survived. Not to mention he had a letter in his bag that was a confidence booster all its own.
Strongest of his kind? A chosen one? It was about time. The crystal had always hung heavy around his neck, but when it had been paired with the bloodstone it had felt lighter.
Now he was in the Capitol, and he was nursing a bruised face. Someone had found it funny to throw things at him. He'd promptly gone after them and they had ran off. Now he just needed to find these other people and find the place he was supposed to be. Theoretically that wasn't hard. Realistically Rai had never been to the Capitol and if everyone was going to throw something at him he wasn't to keen on asking for directions. He's in some sort of... Public hubub, there's a big fountain in the middle and that's as good as it gets for seats. So Rai plops down where there are the least people and tugs his note out to re-read it for any hints.
(Hope this is alright?:3)
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I'm a free woman again! At least until the semester starts up :D
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Post by inky on Jul 26, 2017 0:54:13 GMT -5
-Lily
Talking a deep breath she started walking again, one way or the other they were going to find out she was different. In fact all demons were different then what they thought. She wandered into the big city, it was a mess the buildings were on the ground. And not in the right way. They were in pieces. It almost made her sad; once a beacon of light in this world, the place were everything prospered, was now a powerful reminder they were still in the middle of a war.
Lily caught sight of the fountain, it looked like a good place to look at the map she had. Of course her mother didn't let her leave without it, lucky for her it had a bit of landmarks for each place, so hopefully she could find where they were meant to meet with little trouble. Her free hand moved to play with the crystal that was not hidden for once it was on full display thanks to the fairly low cut shirt. She had hardly noticed the vampire sitting about a quarter fountain away from her. She had just sat down map in hand eyes glue to it. Now that she was in the light the tribal based red markings on her skin were very visible, the lack of coverage on her arms didn't help either. And to be completely honest, she didn't really care if people knew she was a demon. Lily was proud of it.
"Now where on Aura are we supposed to be meeting." She muttered to herself quietly as she held the map rather close to her face to see. "Stupid letter barely says anything useful other then met here." The girl was a bit annoyed, she didn't know any of this for eighteen years, she traveled all the way alone and now she couldn't figure out where she was meant to meet up with these other tribes people.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 26, 2017 1:07:37 GMT -5
Taylor walked around the empty city, kicking a small rock with the tip of his toe while doing so, he wasn't exactly doing his best to search for the other seven members, as he was just kinda expecting them to show up. He looked around at the buildings around him, wondering what some of the damage was caused by. He remembered learning about the destructive weapons the Hunters had brought with them to Arura, he wondered if that was what caused some of the buildings to fall and others to have missing chunks. In the distance Taylor could hear water, he walked around, trying to find the source of the noise, he didn't think the river ran through the city, but he could be mistaken. Trying to get a better vantage point, Taylor climbed up on top of a bus that was turned over on it's side. He crawled through a window and stood up, looking around the city. In the distance he could see a fountain and he thought he could see the outline of a person or two waiting next to it. Maybe he was supposed to go there. After climbing down from the bus, Taylor walked in the direction of where he saw the fountain, so that was the noise he had heard earlier. Magic dusted against Taylor's fingertips again, part because he was so used to training everyday and part because he was somewhat terrified about meeting non-Wizards for the first time ever and he wasn't sure of any of them were dangerous. He walked up to the fountain and saw a red-haired girl and a pale guy and gave a slight wave. "So....did you guys get the stupid note too?"
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Post by willowflower on Jul 26, 2017 2:54:02 GMT -5
((how did this get so long i am so sorry))
Mycle. Is officially terrified.
Well, he's been terrified the whole trip, but that's just been lingering at the back of his mind the whole way casually clawing at his chest. Now it's on full-power and chewing on his nerves like a puppy on electric cords.
He's never considered himself 'powerful' - heck, for the longest time he didn't think he had any powers at all, gazing enviously at the magic that seemed to flutter at his guardians' fingertips. (Despite that, they preferred words of reassurance - after a while his heart bitterly wondered if they were ever telling the truth.) Mycle's fingers were always finding ways to fiddle with the pale blue crystal that has practically lived around his neck, wondering, pondering, studying its depths. His parents had abandoned forgotten left him on the border of the Wizard Ridge with only this crystal, back then on a primitive rope choking his neck, his only link to the people he never knew. Once he thought, maybe his parents knew that he had no powers and tossed him away; maybe it was because they took one look at his twisted legs and his broken brain and said, no, we don't want this.
He would probably never know, he'd reason with himself, and would never meet them to find out, but his imagination's a wonderful substitute for reality. Too often, it's harsher than the reality he knew.
Then one day he just wished hard enough, wanted, no, demanded - for time to unwind, to undo a mistake he was sure meant the end of the world - (It wasn't, truly - he had simply dropped the cake Abigail made for his birthday (all over her beautiful rug, icing ruining the expensive fabric) but that didn't stop a child who was desperate to keep the family he knew from crying in fear) - and time responded.
The revelation, when he stared down at the perfect cake, the unruined rug, his guardians cheering "Happy Birthday!" once more, was such a shock he dropped the cake all over again.
He told his guardians (of course he told them, he tells them everything) they said, with great surprise, "So you must be an Elemental! How funny! But it makes sense, seeing as we're right next to Elemental Cliffs!"
It scared him as much as it comforted him, this power - it was too much, he didn't deserve it, how dare he manipulate the fabric of reality itself? His guardians didn't know how to teach him - they were wizards, people of a different magic, after all - so all he could turn to were books. (And the Internet, but staring at a computer screen for too long strains his eyes.)
When he discovered he could bend water too, his guardians kept looking at each other. Knowingly. Worried. Scared.
They gave him the note on his eighteenth birthday. "It was in the blankets you were wrapped in," Danny had murmured. Mycle read it a thousand times, then a thousand times more. (Something had been erased from the back of the paper. Noticing the angry indents, Mycle lightly scribbled over it with a pencil, revealing a bitter message: SO THIS IS OUR HERO.) Danny had offered to accompany him to the Capitol since Abigail couldn't leave work, but Mycle insisted. He was old enough. He should go himself. (Besides, it would be awkward to have your dad guardian smiling happily over your shoulder while you stammered a greeting to the chosen heroes of the world.)
At first he thought of walking all the way. The thought gave him a sense of wonder; a sense of adventure. Even if he had to utilize his wheelchair and his crutches to their fullest potential (chronic pain would be a b****, too), surely that would be his first step into truly transforming into the Chosen One the note said he was? (In the end, he just took a car. He had always been a romantic - the Chosen One? The stuff of beloved books! It was like a dream come true! - but reality must set in some time. (Really, his guardians insisted. They wouldn't let him leave otherwise.)
... He still thought he could've walked over there himself.)
After entertaining the overwhelming wonder he felt at acTuALLY HONESTLY BEING TOLD HE WAS THE CHOSEN ONE AND NOW HE'S GOING TO SAVE THE WORLD AND AHHHHH THIS IS SO AMAZING - the anxiety happily settled in. He spent most of the car ride curled up in his seat chewing on his crystal and trying to push down the relax the tangle of knots in his stomach. It reached its peak as they drove up to the Capitol. ("... Are you sure you don't want me to go in with you -" "DANNY NO")
Now he rolled uncertainly over the cracked sidewalks of the once great city (it's a rocky ride but his wheels were built to handle it), completely alone and completely lost. Remember that terror, being terrified? Yep, that was now. He almost wanted to race back to Danny, beg him to just take him home, he can't do this - only for him to bite down on his poor chapped bottom lip hard and steel back his tears. No - he is eighteen. He will not be a crybaby.
He'll just... head for the town square, for now. Listen for voices. Yeah. The tension eased in his chest somewhat at the rough markings of a plan.
Never mind, anxiety's just got turned up to EXTREME!! (double exclamation marks necessary. there were people.) Sitting at a fountain. The fountain's nice. Who knows if the people were.
Mycle tried to focus on his breathing (breathe in for four, hold for six...) as he pushed himself into their line of view, becoming painfully aware that he was sitting in a wheelchair, looking all frumpy, with his crystal safely tucked underneath his sweater. What's worse is that they all looked like they walked.
Oh geez, I'm the sheltered rich kid, he thought wildly.
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Post by faundestwishes on Jul 26, 2017 4:55:29 GMT -5
Rai had perked up as bodies had moved closer. The girl next to him had been unaware, but her pulse had been constant and he hadn't needed to pay attention to her. This other boy? He had been a pulse growing in the distance until here he stood. Rai slips the note into his pocket and leans back.
Time to take in these hero's. He supposes they'd be taking him in too, he puffs his chest out just a bit and shifts an arm over his metal knee. Underneath the joggers they wouldn't be able to tell. He'd taken to tossing extra socks over it at times, just so if someone touched it on accident it was softer- more passable- he backtracks. Right. Hero's.
"They aren't giving us much to go on, this whole hero business that is." Rai chuckles to himself.
The girl next to him was pretty. She was also... very red. Red hair? Red markings? The freckles could be red, if he squinted. She was also... small. Hero's could be small. Maybe. The demon then. Their blood always ran... hot wasn't quite the word. Spicy? Heated. Best not to think about it when he was near her. Thinking about that would make his fangs ache. Anyways, her uh, low cut shirt- which Rai politely avoided his eyes from, don't say he wasn't a gentleman- showed off her crystal. Which... wasn't necessarily risky, people could think it was fashion, but Rai tended to tuck his under his shirt.
The guy was also pretty. In a rugged I'm bigger and taller than you and Rai was totally not jealous at all. Not one bit. What was three inches in height when Rai was so ruggedly handsome? Nothing, especially when he was taller than the girl, so hah! The uh, khaki shorts were certainly a look, though, and Rai's lip curls a bit. Wizards? Well they tasted like magic. Which was pretty personalized in his opinion, and again not for him to think about right now.
"We don't have a way to contact each other. What if we all just.. passed each other in the Capitol and never met. That'd suck."
He furrows his brows when he hears sharp breathing and looks up, immediately locking eyes with a guy in a wheelchair. Was that guy alright? Rai's fingers fidget against his leg. Maybe this was... another hero or something? He wouldn't have expected the wheelchair, but he hadn't expected a brick house, little red, and his own self either. Hesitantly he plucks his crystal from his turtleneck and waves it in the kids direction- if that kid was one of them then maybe he'd get the picture?
(Sorry, just got back from a friends a bit ago!)
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 26, 2017 8:34:46 GMT -5
Ezra had finally made it to the capitol, shivering at the eery aura it gave off. He could practically see the ghosts that wandered around, and his fingers twitched at the thought of the sage that he'd left behind in his "home". Yes, he was the superstitious type, through and through. The white haired young man peeked around him, not looking up for long before glancing down, the wolf depending more on his sense of smell and hearing than his sight. He hadn't smelt any wolves here, yet, so tha tat least helped him relax a little bit. The feminine man continued on, until an odd mixture of scents hit him... what was that? Ezra stopped, tipping his head upwards as he took in the scent hesitantly. He honestly looked like a dog as he did so, but he didn't mind that. He kind of was half way a dog.
Anyways. There were an odd mixture of scents before him- Wizard (the same one he'd encountered earlier before he lost track of it. He'd ran into his pack mates and let's just say they're idea of a going away goodbye was beating on him one last time), Elementalisr, Demon, and... was that a vampire? He supposed so. The white haired young man continued forward, before stopping at the brick building, allowing him to shift part way so his grey and orange ears stuck out of his crown of white hair. He tipped his head to one side, swiveling his ears so he could hear the conversation. He was trembling lightly, an interesting sight considering he was supposed to be some all powerful wolf. Yet his eye was already shutting from being punched and his shirt was lightly torn, blood dropping from it, not to mention the bloody gash on his forehead that was dying his white blonde hair pink. Yeah. "All powerful". He still thought this was some kind of cruel joke, so he decided to hang back for the time being, resting against the brick house. He played absently with his bracelet, listening to their conversation.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 26, 2017 11:38:31 GMT -5
"Yeah, there wasn't really anything specific on there." Taylor said quietly, he was observing those around him, trying to figure out what they were. Before coming to the Capitol Taylor had done some research on other species so he didn't look nearly as sheltered as he really was. The Vampire was easy to guess with his immensely pale skin. He scanned over the girl, not sure for a second as he tried to decide if she just really like tattoos or not, if no then those could possibly be Demon markings. He decided since everyone seemed confused that he would try and break the tension. "Taylor Brock, Wizard." He said a bit loud so everyone could hear. He wasn't quite sure if that was even necessary since he didn't know the extent of everyone's powers, for all he knew, someone could be reading his mind right now. Taylor watched as Rai took his crystal from under his shirt, strange he thought, isn't that what his looked like? Quickly he undid the small leather rope around his wrist and freed the orange crystal, staring at it for a good couple seconds. He wanted to ask if anyone else had one like it. Although Taylor's was a deep orange unlike the blue one, it appeared to be from the same type of crystal. Lost in thought, Taylor came back to reality when he felt the sun burning in his eyes as he turned a bit so it was facing his back. Quickly he glanced back at it's position, noticing how late in the day it actually was. Maybe they should take cover for the night and talk about their next plan of action, he thought.
christina - - She could hear voices in the distance, along with the sound of water, so she continued walking in that direction. She wondered what everyone else would be like, the supposed strongest of their kind or some bs like that. She felt around for the crystal around her neck, feeling the strange grooves it, something she absent-mindedly did when she grew nervous. Trying to hear the conversation as she walked, she could finally make out a few figures near a fountain in the distance. Just as she could begin to make out their words she saw something out of the corner of her eye. White hair? She thought, that's an awfully strange color, seeing a small bit of it poking out from behind a building, there wasn't much, but being a Reaper she had abnormally good vision. She knew that they were prone to Hunters in this area and since Christina had no knowledge of what they looked like, she didn't want them to ambush her or anyone of the other seven and jeopardize their mission. She decided to walk around the backside of the building, wanting to see who this person was before running up to confront them, which usually wasn't her thing, but she knew that she had to work with these people an should put some sort of effort into it. As she walked around she saw a guy who appeared to be bleeding and in pain, she was some what of the squeamish type and didn't want to get any closer to his blood, but maybe she should go see if he was alright, but she also hated talking to people, but what if he really needed someone to talk to. She angrily fought with her conscious for a few moments before sucking it up and taking a few steps towards the guy so she was visible. "Are you okay?" She asked, hr voice sounding mildly concerned, although, even though she was in er human form, she still didn't look like the type to ask or care.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 26, 2017 13:25:56 GMT -5
Ezra had closed his eyes at this point, solely relying on his sense of hearing and smell to keep himself safe at this point. He took note of the wizards name, waiting for the other introductions when the horrid, rancid smell of a reaper invaded his senses and the young male stiffened in fear, pressing himself against the wall tightly in hopes that it didn't see him, cursing his pale hair that stuck out like a sore thumb. He swallowed down his panic ,knowing that it had no place here. It wasn't like the times before, when he was hunting on reaper territory. There was no reason for it to attack. He took a few deep breaths, the faint pulsing of the gash in his head all of a sudden present now that he was trying to focus on something else. The footsteps were getting closer, and he felt his wolfs urge to just lay down and bare his neck, his omega side showing.
Of course what he didn't expect was a question. It was a light, feminine voice. So a good assumption was that the reaper was feminine, and from the sound of the voice her first language was Spanish. Ezra spoke a small amount, and he wondered if that was something he could use to make himself less of a threat. He opened his one good eye, the green glinting warily as he looked up at the much smaller creature. Huh. At some point he'd slidnto the ground. He'd really need to pay more attention to what his body was doing while he was listening.
"Oh-uh? Me? Yeah. I'm fine. Just resting," he responded, his voice a soft tenor as he glanced away, looking towards the group of people and playing with his bracelet. The only sign of his discomfort was that his ears were pinned tightly against his skull.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 26, 2017 14:21:31 GMT -5
[I've got work today, so I'll be back later!]
Christina watched him curiously, unsure of his response, the guy looked anything except for fine. She nodded slowly to his response, wondering if he was unaware if his injuries since he didn't seem to say anything about them in response to his question, but she was definetly not the type to pry and ask about it. "Oh, alright then, um, did you get that note too?" She asked him with a curious face, not sure if he was here for the quest or just wandering around the Capitol for some reason. She noticed he was playing with the bracelet around his wrist and her eyes widened in surprise seeing the crystal, as she too had one that looked quite similar to his. She pulled the thin string out from under her shirt and the deep purple crystal came along with it. "That's strange." She said quietly, back and forth from crystal to crystal. Then Christina felt that nagging feeling in th back of her mind, being a Reaper, she could sense fear and see into others' fears, which she tried very hard not to do. She figured he must have some way of knowing that she was a Reaper, as a small 5'1 girl was intimidating to almost no one, maybe he was a Werewolf or something.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 26, 2017 14:29:30 GMT -5
The white haired wolfs eyes widened at the sight of the crystal, surprised at how similar theirs were to each other. He lifted a thin, trembling arm so the two crystals were side by side, amazed that even the colors were similar, his only being a few shades lighter and looking almost lavender, but they were still similar enough. Ezra tipped his head to one side, studying their similarities for a few moments. That was odd, why would a Reaper have a crystal just like his? It was all confusing for the young omega.He dropped his wrist, nodding slowly st the question of getting a letter. He winced in pain at the movement but continued on speaking. "According to my alpha? Yeah. I got the note," He murmured, pulling out the paper to show it to her. He blushed a little, embarrassed by his own illiteracy, not that it was his fault or anything. It was just horrifying to think that he had to rely fully on one of the so-called leaders that made his life horrible for eighteen years, so he was a little bit embarrassed. He rested his head back against the wall, still feeling nervous around the reaper but trying to be as calm as he could. "Uh, what does it say, exactly?" He added, his pale cheeks turning a bright red, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, wanting to know what it actually said, not what his alpha told him it said. (Okay! )
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Post by ᴘᴀʟᴀᴅɪɴ ✧ on Jul 26, 2017 19:51:19 GMT -5
{ Have Remington being a little scrub who won't even meet up with the group in his human form so they can actually t ALK ?? also this was longer than expected yikes,,, i tend to ramble }
With some excitement, Remington had plunged into the over-arching vault of leaf and limb - otherwise serving as another possible passage to his next destination: the Capitol. The scenery along the way was nice enough, with a wide clearing free of any threats that he ended up napping in. The sun's rays filtered down in seams of gold, forming a pattern with the foliage above obscuring its light. Coils of vaporous mist laced their way around the shaggy heads of the oak trees. The milky smoke glided over the lichen-encrusted bark, sensuous and illusory as it curled. On the way there, he realized that his human form wasn't the best for trying to be stealthy as to avoid running into trouble. Nature and the beauty that came with it was kind of... everywhere and with every step he took, the only sound there was the obnoxious crunching and snapping of twigs and leaves giving way under his weight. And so, Remington shifted into a small house cat - small, black, and discrete. His multicolored eyes remained the same however, each iris split into mismatching halves of either icy blue or deep brown. In his maw, he held the letter and crystal given to him. Remy made the rest of his journey with ease, padding through the forest with all the fluidity and ease of a creek, silent as a ghost. Any and all trouble for the remaining trip was easily avoided, which gave him a lot of time to drown in his own thoughts.
He had found it to be no surprise as to why he received his note. Remy had always known he was strong, his skill level easily surpassing anyone in his tribe that was of his age. It was natural talent too, which he especially prided himself on. He barely ever practiced - Remy was lazy to the extreme and not having to try too hard to be something exceptional only further encouraged him to snooze about. But now on his 18th birthday, he's handed a note saying that he's to stop the Great War and restore peace to Arura? Like, yes, Remy knew he was pretty awesome and being told that his "power towered over all others" and he's the chosen one of his species did wonders for an already large ego. But hey, that's kind of a big load to suddenly be dumped on his shoulders. Besides! He's so unmotivated, lethargic, and just... anti-work in general that his first thought when reading the letter was Well, that sounds like a lot of work.
Remy knew he was nearing his destination, for the landscape suddenly transformed from mostly serene into evidence of the ongoing war. The already thin woodlands thinned further and it seemed that he stumbled across somebody's personal training facility. Indeed, as he went along, he passed a fallen tree, cleaved seemingly in half. Several throwing knives were embedded in another, an unlucky pine nearby utterly obliterated and almost unidentifiable as a tree anymore. A spellbook lay on a stump, though it appeared relatively unused. Blood stained the dying grass beneath his paws and Remy corrected himself - perhaps not quite a training facility. Finally reaching the Capitol, his tail held high, Remy momentarily changed back into his human form. The note and crystal necklace, once so delicately held between his canines whilst in cat form, still remain in his mouth and he can suddenly feel himself drooling from having his mouth open for so long. He tucks both items into the back pocket of his black jeans before burying tanned and calloused hands into the front of his burgundy sweatshirt. He looks around in wonder, taking in the once beautiful city ravaged by war. Almost none of the buildings remained standing and it's rather... empty. Still, he's totally a go to shirk his responsibilities one last time and opt for exploring the ruins rather than trying to seek out the others. But before he could go off, he suddenly hears voices. Immediately shrinking back into a houscat, Remy slowly creeps forward, in the direction of the fountain. His belongings no longer need to be carried, thank the gods, and Remy knows he appears to be a mere, normal kitty, his whole Shapeshifter status unidentifiable for now. Just an odd-eyed cat passing through, y'know? (Sure, he might have "special" eyes (look, look with your special eyes! - MY BRAND) but heterochromia is kinda prevalent in cats... so even both of his irises contained two different colors in the same area and it was probably his most striking feature in his whole feline disguise, it's not too distinctive, right? Yeah, totally.)
He meanders into the rest of the groups line of vision far too casually, plopping down a good couple yards away from them and facing them head on. Licks his paw, rubs it behind his ear. Remy's tail twitches slightly, eyes languidly gliding through the small crowd. Having a cat stare at you is always kinda... weird and even though Remington was less cat and more eccentric Shapeshifter boy, his gaze was still piercing. It seemed judgmental, even. You know how cats are.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 26, 2017 22:03:40 GMT -5
Awfully strange she thought, why their crystals were so similar. Christina nodded, hearing his question. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small crumpled piece of paper, she remembered wadding up the paper and throwing it under her bed the first time she read it. She was supposed to fight against Hunters and save the world? Why her? How could some random person pick out and know the strongest of each species. She shook the thoughts away and read the note. "A prophecy was told eighteen years ago about a member of each tribe whose power towers over all others, with this immense power, it was their destiny to stop The Great War and bring Arura back to peace. You are the chosen one of your species. Keep your crystal safe, and arrive at the Capitol two days after your eighteenth birthday. To save the world you must unite and see past your differences." She recited, reading the elegant handwritten script for the first time in awhile. She could still feel the fear coming off the guy and wondered if she could ease it any way, she hated the fact that all her tribe was known for was how threatening and terrifying they were. "Oh...I'm Christina by the way." She said quietly, figuring he could sense her dark aura of a Reaper. She heard more voices not too far away and wondered if they should go meet up with the rest of the supposed chosen ones, the faster they could figure out their nxt move, the faster Christina could be done with this whole thing and get to go home and back to her normal life. "Do you think we should go meet up with everyone else?" She asked, motioning towards the direction of the voices.
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Post by sweetclover1 on Jul 26, 2017 22:24:20 GMT -5
The wolf listened to the words carefully, his back straightening and his ears coming up, swiveling towards the reaper as she spoke the words carefully. He frowned lightly at the phrasing of "power towers over all the others", not believing that at all. Again, he might be a decent fighter, actually he was an excellent one, and his nose and ears were a bit better than the others but he attested that to him having to train himself so he wasn't constantly being beaten on. So he doubted that part. But at least this reaper told him the message his alpha had sort of told him two days ago. That meant that this wasn't some cruel trick that his pack was playing on him.
"Christina? Thats a nice name," Ezra commented, offering her a small smile as he relaxed a little bit more, despite her being a reaper. She seemed nice enough, despite her creatures rather vicious nature. But he supposed that he was just stereotyping, and that he should really get over that. He tucked a stray strand back into his ear, a little lost in thought. "My names Ezra," He added softly, before biting his lip and glancing over at them with worried green eyes. He wasn't exactly ready to meet all the others, but he supposed "I mean, if you want to." He said with a shrug, the idea of being in the group not appealing.
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Post by Ⱦℎℯ_Ⱦℯἀℒ_ℳℯℜмäịȡ on Jul 26, 2017 22:55:38 GMT -5
"Thanks, same to you." She replied, returning the compliment. Brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes, she heard the others talking and tried her best to hear what they were saying, but even with her super human hearing, she couldn't make it out. Most of Christina's powers she had to use while being in her Reaper form, so she usually only shifted into it as a last resort. Christina nodded, hearing his last comment. She wasn't fond of being in a group and talking to people, but this was her mission and needed to get it done. Maybe the others wouldn't be so bad and they would all get along decently well, at least she hoped so. Ezra seemed nice and she was hoping that everyone else would be like him and not stuck up pricks who thought they were the greatest thing in Arura. "I mean, we should try to figure out our next plan of action." She said as she started walking towards the fountain, motioning for him to follow.
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