The C ʊ R є [Post Apocalypse Fantasy] ((Open / Accepting))

[Lucky_Kitten_515]

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✒ Pace: Slow (1-2 posts per week)
✒ Level: Semi-Lit
✒ Status: Accepting Profiles
✒ Genre: Adventure and Romance
✒ Romance: Romance is Encouraged

♥ We are especially seeking Gay or Bi Male Characters and could also use 1 Heterosexual Male Character ♥

The Story


This takes place in the post apocalyptic future. There are humans and 3 types of mutants (see Character Information). Recently an epidemic has broken out which only effects children so far. Our quest is to find the cure. There are rumors of an ancient book which may hold the answers. The capital city has called for people to come and get all the information they have and form teams to search with. This request has been broadcast through radio. The characters so far are at the city gate after having been sorted into their group. They will soon be heading north.

List of Technology
Technology has been mostly wiped out. However, some basic technology has re-emerged. Here is a list. If you would like to suggest a technology send a PM to Lucky_Kitten_515.


• Landline Telephones •
• Electric Stove •
• Electric Fridge •
• Lamps •
• Sink, Bath, Toilet •
• Radio •
• Record Player •

There are no automobiles. People use bikes, rickshaws, and horses in rural areas.

The towns generally have 4000 people or less. They have restored old buildings.

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Character Information
The main difference between the species is their abilities

Angels

Angels are naturally faster and more agile. They also have one magic ability which can be elemental or psychic in nature. Be creative but please don't make it too crazy. Angels can also teleport up to 5 meters in distance. Magic takes energy and makes the user tired.

gaia_angelleft Angels have feathered wings gaia_angelright

Animal Kin

Animal Kin can transform into an animal. As an animal they have up to two abilities (one through biting and another through scratching if they have claws). Their bite or scratch can knock someone out, poison them, leave them in a state of blissful unawareness, or leave them seeing things. You can get creative with this idea. Please don't make it too crazy. Magic takes energy and makes the user tired.

gaia_kittenstar Animal Kin usually experience theri first transformation between 3-5 years old gaia_kittenstar

Demons

Demons are naturally stronger and able to withstand more damage. They also have one magic ability which can be elemental or illusion in nature. Be creative but please don't make it too crazy. Demons can cast an aura or attraction that fills the room or spans a 5 meter radius outdoors. Those with strong willpower will be less effected. Magic takes energy and makes the user tired.

gaia_nitemareleft Demons have leathery wings gaia_nitemareright

Humans

Humans generally resent non-humans with a mix of jealousy and disgust. They have a level of willpower to resist magic ranging from 1 to 5. 5 is the highest level of resistance. Humans have no magic and must rely on weaponry for combat.

History of the Mutants

During the apocalypse there was rampant destruction which released radiation in different places around the world. The radiation affected unborn babies and caused them to mutate It also caused new hair colours and eye colours.

The first Angel born had clear blue eyes, blond curls, and white feathered wings. He was diagnosed with "Angel Syndrome". Originally it was considered a disability. Over time the syndrome got dropped and they were just called Angels.

The first Demon born had red eyes and deep black hair with black leather wings. He was diagnosed with "Demon Syndrome" by the same creative doctor. Over time the syndrome was dropped.

A few years later some children started turning into Animals. They were diagnosed with "Animal Syndrome." However, they had a usful ability because they could talk to other animals (the same species they became) in animal form. So "Animal Syndrome" became "Animal Kindred" and over time got shortened to "Animal Kin".

Character Creation

Profile Form: (PM Lucky_Kitten_515 with the title 'We Will Prevail!')

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[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b] (20-30 years)
[b]Species:[/b]
[b]Abilies:[/b] (For Humans this will be the level of resistance. Mutants have their given ability Speed/Transform/Strenth and 1 extra ability based on their species)
[b]Weapon(s):[/b] [link to an image could be appreciated. Cross Bows, Swords, Chains, etc. No Guns]
[b]Weight:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]I am Attracted to:[/b] (gender/species/etc)
[b]Personality:[/b] (At least 1 good paragraph)
[b]Bio:[/b] (At least 1 good paragraph)
[b]Turn Ons (at least 3):[/b]
[b]Turn Offs (at least 3):[/b]
[b]Flaw(s):(at least 1)[/b][/color]

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Rules

1. Follow Gaia's ToS
2. No Spam
3. No God-Modding (below a-d are things not to do)
a. writing for another person's character
b. killing another character
c. writing that an attack hit another character(they may dodge it).
d. dodging every single attack
4. This is a semi-lit to lit RP so try to write at least 2 paragraphs.
5. Create a posting style
6. Keep it PG13 - Romance is encouraged.
7. This roleplay should be a mixture of quest, romance , and battle.
8. If you have questions - PM Me. If you have a problem with another member - PM Me!
9. I reserve the right to change or add rules. Announcements will be made if I do so.

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Characters

Angels

Solaria ~ Lucky_Kitten_515

Puppet Master:Lucky_Kitten_515
Name:Solaria
Age: 23
Species: Angel
Abilities: Solaria can move objects with her mind as long as they aren't too heavy.
Weapon(s): A Bow and A Dagger
Weight: 125 lbs
Height:5'6"
I am Attracted to: Men of Any Species
Personality:
Solaria is shy but strong willed. She loves spending time with people but is often lost for words. The angel will not initiate conversations but welcomes them. The more you get to know her, the more she will open up. Solaria has a very warm heart. Solaria handles stress inwardly and becomes quiet. She will offer ideas rather than yell. Music is one of her favourite things and she loves to sing.
Bio:
Solaria grew up in a small town of 250 people. Everyone knew everyone and most were humans. She was ignored or disliked by most. Her father had been an angel but died in her childhood. He human mother was afraid of her and let her do anything she pleased. The angel often rebelled by commiting small crimes which did not help her reputation.

Word has reached her of the epidemic and that the capitol city is reqruiting teams to find a cure. Solaria has decided to leave the small town to join a team and find glory. She is hopeful that she can leave her old reputation behind.
Turn Ons (at least 3): Kindness, Courage, and Witty Charm
Turn Offs (at least 3): Cruelty, Dishonesty, The smell of magnolia
Flaw(s): Not very observant and somewhat lazy.

Sevin ~ Trying To Look Busy

Puppet Master: Trying To Look Busy
Name: Sevin
Age: 21
Species: Angel
Abilies: Psychokinesis
Weapon(s): None/ Psychokinetic Martial Arts
Weight: 165
Height: 5'10"
I am Attracted to: Females
Personality: Sevin is friendly, optimistic, loyal, passionate, driven, progressive energetic and always thinking ahead. He takes a special pride in being calculated in everything he does, from normal mannerisms such as walking, to complex tasks and challenges. Some find his his intellect obnoxious, especially when on the wrong end of an argument. But Sevin is soft-spoken and somewhat shy, preferring to observe social situations rather than have to participate in them.
Bio:As an infant, Sevin was abandoned at the door of one of the many grand Libraries with no indication of his place or heritage of origin. The scholars and historians residing in library took him in with great zeal when they picked him up and noticed the small wings on his back.They raised Sevin as one of their own, taught them the ways of discipline and respect, and treated him like he was one of them. He spent his early life reading, learning, and absorbing all that he could.
At the age of seventeen, Sevin set out on his own without warning. To this day,
he has never told a soul his reasons for leaving.
Turn Ons: Intelligence, Confidence, Tenacity
Turn Offs: Ignorance, Large Ego, Lots of noise
Flaw(s): Does not like to work with other unless he is in a leadership or decision-making role.

Andrei ~ snowflake_ssl21133


Cecil ~ Astraieus

Animal Kin

Blaze ~ Staven the Merc

Puppet Master: Staven the Merc
Name: Blaze Snowden
Age: 24 years
Species: Animal Kin. His animal form is a Snow White Tiger.
Abilies: If he chooses, he can release a special type of saliva that when comes into contact with a mucous membrane or enters the bloodstream will trigger a strong release of dopamine leaving the person in a state of "blissful intoxication". As a Tiger, his has the ability to channel winter itself through his claws allowing for his scratches to drain body heat from a victim. Because he rarely uses this last ability, it is a rather taxing magic on Blaze.
Weapon(s): A pristine sword and a well-worn longbow.
Weight: 170 pounds
Height: 6'0"
I am Attracted to: Women of any species and a cheap price (more detail in Personality)
Personality: At first glance, Blaze gives off airs of a cold-hearted, pessimistic, cynical man. While not socially awkward, he is however a man of fewer words. Blaze oftens finds an open sky on a high roof to be better company than the corrupt people in this world. His emotional walls were built from years of scorn and hate by the people (both humans and mutants) of his hometown for being a product of a taboo (more detail in Bio). Because of his self-imposed guilt and being treated like an outsider all his life, he feels he isn't worthy of love or comradery. Despite all this, Blaze isn't humorless but rather enjoys jokes and clever wit. Furthermore, on the inside he has a strong moral sense and compassion.

Bio: Blaze was born into this world from a human mother and animal kin father. This was a taboo in his home village... Humans and Mutants kept to their respective territory in the town and it was frowned upon to interact with the other species. But cultural walls were meant to be climbed. His father and mother were too alike Romeo and Juliet, willing to forsake old tradition for true love, but although their love was strong, the town's malice was stronger as the family was ostracized. The family of three was forced to try and survive in an town they no longer belonged in. Blaze's early years were miserable being half animal kin and half human, a constant reminder being his human blue eye and animal kin red eye.
However, his budding anger was halted one day when his sickly mother gave her last breath to birth a beautiful baby daughter. Due to his wife's death Blaze's father began to spiral out of control with gambling, drinking, and drugs. Blaze, in replace of his father, raised and protected his human sister (She did not pick up the animal kin genes) from that day onward. For Blaze, she was the good in the world and cherished her dearly. Through her, his heart began to thaw and he saw the good in the world. He worked hard in whatever odd jobs he could find to provide basic necessities for her, and would steal that which he couldn't. Blaze would without hesitation walk through the fires of hell for his sister. And one day he had to...
It wasn't uncommon for his father to return late at night drunk or under some drug's influence, nor was it uncommon for a heated conversation and blows to be exchanged between the men of the house. These fights often were uneventful since Blaze is a sturdy, well-built man, due to the frequent manual labor jobs, and could overpower his father. But one day, his father returned home very late one night more violent and belligerent then normal. "It's all her fault... She took my wife from me... She doesn't even have my blood in her... MONSTER!" his father yelled in rage. Blaze tried to protect his sister but his father was under the effect of some steroid-type drug and could not be subdued. The moment his father's fist connected with his sister's temple Blaze's mind went black. Many things occurred that night, but what is for certain is that was the last time his sister would see her father.
Years passed as the two of them lived in relative peace. Those years where the happiest of Blaze's life. The grueling work, constant scorn, and unfair treatment meant nothing in comparison to his love and admiration towards his sister. But fate is a cruel mistress. When the epidemic struck his sister caught the disease. Blaze tried everything he could, but to no avail and eventually he watch the last bits of life drain from the small, fragile body in his arms. As the body grew cold, so did his heart. So cold, one could mistake the tears for droplets of ice...
Then, like a siren's call, the radio broadcast reached his ears. He will find that ancient book. He will find the cure, even if it's the last thing he does...
Turn Ons: Aggressiveness, Blunt honesty, Sharp wit
Turn Offs: Perfect people, Zealous behavior, Passive nature
Flaw(s): Blaze is a troublemaker, often doing what he has to do to get by. He also has a grim outlook at the world and often misses the good in life despite having a sense of righteousness. His vice is he smokes flavored tobacco cigarettes.

Ivy ~ Lucky_Kitten_515

Puppet Master: Lucky_Kitten_515
Name: Ivy
Age: 22
Species:Animal Kin. She becomes a bear
Abilies: In animal forn her scratch weakens opponents. Her bite can make opponents unconscious.
Weapon(s): She doesn't have any because she transforms into a bear.
Weight: 98 lbs(human) 215lbs (bear)
Height: 5'4"(human) 3'2"(bear) 7'0"(standing up as bear)
I am Attracted to: Males, all species.
Personality: Ivy speaks first and thinks after. She is very outgoing. There are two sides to her depending on whether you get on her good side or bad side. She can be witty, nurturing, and kind. On the otherhand, she can be cruel, insensitive, and closed off. She lashes out or yells when stressed out. Ivy is very forthcoming and everyone knows where they stand with her. Her cooking is great and Ivy loves to share her food with the community. When she is wrong she will apologize. When Ivy feels like there is a lack of organization she will take charge. Her blunt nature can take some getting used to. Ivy is practical.
Bio: Ivy grew up in a small town by the sea. There were always lots of people passing through. Many people came for the weekly market with a variety of goods. When Ivy was three she turned into a bear for the first time. It was at home and her parents taught her to keep it a secret. As far as the townspeople knew, Ivy was a regular little girl. Her father took people across the sea in his boat for a living.

One day, when Ivy was starting to blossom into a woman, her uncle tried to take advantage of her. She transformed into a bear and killed him. Her parents were horrified by the whole thing. They dragged the body out tp the boat and disposed of it. No one else knew what happened and it was believed that the man simply left town.

When Ivy turned 18 her father bought her a boat so that she could also earn a living by transporting people and goods.
Turn Ons: Shyness, Thoughtfulness, Humour, Passionate about Something
Turn Offs: Loud People, Ego, Intolerance, Needy People
Flaw(s): Ivy sometimes makes snap judgements and can be pushy.

Demons

Gray ~ Lexsi_7

Puppet Master: Lexsi_7
Name: Gray(son)
Age: 25
Species: Demon
Abilities: Gray can use Illusion magic to temporarily alter a person's memories. (The longer he sustains the ability, the more taxing it becomes on his energy reserves.)
Weapon(s): A Sword for his right hand and a Black Gauntlet for his left.
Weight: 178lbs
Height: 6'0"
I am Attracted to: Males of any species
Personality: In battle, Gray is calm, cool and calculated. He delivers each blow with precision and can even toy with his enemies. Outside of battle and when surrounded by friends, he is the life of the party. He loves to make people laugh and has been known to pull a prank or two just for fun. When he is under stress, Grayson will dismiss it with laughter until he has a chance to be alone with his thoughts.
Bio: Gray was born into a rather large and powerful clan of demons. His family was ruthless and they held the belief that humans were worthless. His father would lead raids into nearby villages and towns to slaughter innocent people. Gray agreed that humans were inferior but he did not believe they deserved to die because of the circumstances in which they were born. On one such night during Gray's fourteenth year, his father returned from an attack and began celebrating with his comrades. The young man brought his father drink after drink until he was finally too drunk to function. Once he helped his father down the hall and into his bed, he waited for him to fall asleep before plunging his sword deep into his fathers throat. He hoped it would put an end to the merciless slaughters. Gray gathered his belongings and ran, never to return.
Turn Ons: Abs, Confidence and a Good Sense of Humour.
Turn Offs: Arrogance, Ignorance and Liars.
Flaw(s): Can be blinded by attractive men and often forgets people's names.

Nero ~ PaperLined

Puppet Master: PaperLined
Name: Nero
Age: 27
Species: Demon
Abilities: Nero can temporarily effect illusory sensory input on those within sight of his gaze. The more direct their eye contact, the stronger the effect is, and the longer they're exposed to it, the longer it remains with them afterward.
Weapon(s): whip, clawed bracer, longsword (on his back)
Weight: 167 lbs.
Height: 6'2"
I am Attracted to: females, all of them

Personality: Strong, dignified, and determined. Nero, although somewhat stubborn and a bit prideful at times, is a rather good-natured fellow who can be quite playful and warmhearted when in good spirits. His strong moral compass and fierce loyalty keeps him many friends and earns the respect of most. Despite his sometimes rough demeanor, he is extremely astute, reliably effective, and revels in traditions, chivalry, and honor. His passion, may it be for ideas, his team, or specific people, burns deep and is all-consuming; he might not look it on the surface, but he's a romantic at heart.

Bio: In what seems like a lifetime ago, Nero was the youngest son to a respectable, esteemed house poised to lead their region into prosperity and happiness. Born into nobility and brought up on all the traditions of royalty, he was ingrained with the ways of the gentleman and diplomacy from very early on, which helped him navigate, even as a youngling, the rising tensions between the inter-species sectors of their land. Before he or his equally likable brother could take the helm, however, a blindly prejudiced faction swept the kingdom, seeking to slaughter all demons under the guise of 'freedom'. When they stormed Nero's home, his parents opposed them, delaying the enraged mob so that he and his brother could escape. The surrounding chaos separated the siblings, and a few lucky turns brought Nero to a kindly ranch on the outskirts of a neighboring territory.

Taking pity on the boy, the human family took him in and sought to raise him as one of their own. There, Nero not only learned his rugged ways, but also how to act and live as his adoptive family did, enabling him to emulate being human fairly well for when there were errands to run in the human village. As he matured, however, his demonic heritage became more prevalent, and it was the suspicions of the townspeople that awakened and honed his ability--in order to walk among fellow man, he had to learn to manipulate their senses, however temporarily, to encourage them to believe him human, like one of them. It was a taxing way to live and, at times, seemed like living a lie, but it was only way he could skirt under the public consciousness and not die as his parents did, or so he feared.

This duality threatened to tear Nero apart as he approached adulthood, tormented by mental anguish and doubt--over who he was, what he was, and his purpose on this mortal coil of existence. It was then that his family decided it was time to send him off to the city, for him to see and be with his own kind and others, and, hopefully, to realize that there is a place for him in the world.

Turn Ons:

.: thoughtfulness
.: intelligence
.: ingenuity
.: chocolate-covered strawberries

Turn Offs:

.: discrimination
.: self-centeredness
.: egotism

Flaw(s):

How deeply he cares for those close to him has been known to result in hasty decisions and reckless disregard for his own well-being. His stubbornness and insistence on doing what's right (in his mind) can cause some friction, as well.

Ajora ~ Hitomi Hayabusa

Puppet Master: Hitomi Hayabusa
Name: Ajora Demelza
Age: Twenty - four
Species: Demon
Abilies: Image Substitution - Using something 'real' as the basis for the phantom, she can substitute an object of similar size, weight, and shape for another. For example, changing the appearance of a delicious beef stew for a bowl full of mercury. Taking over the senses, for a brief moment she could build up the illusion of taste, smell, and touch. Similarly a line of laundry could be just as easily substituted for bodies hanging from a noose. These psychological attacks are not dangerous, but may have all the appearance of danger.
Weapon(s): A pair of brass knuckles with blade tips at the end and an Ice Pick. There are few reasons to use weapons when she could use psychological torture, but she keeps them just in case.
Weight: 124lbs
Height: 5'2"
I am Attracted to: Men (Mostly)
Personality: Mentally disturbed and with a very loose sense of self preservation. As a demon she was born into a very small cult of 'family' that believed in feeding on the blood and bodies of other supernatural beings. Because of this, the charm of being 'human' was never lost on her. A social experiment, the cult who raised her were her adopted family and set into motion her violence. Purging the world of their enemies, the adopted daughter relied heavily and hoped for Deus ex Machina to answer her problems. Blocking out what may appear to be a hopeless situation, her personality is childish and coy to compensate for the heavy burdens she may carry in memory. Some survive by memory, but Ajora survives by forgetting. How easy it is to cut the thread of memory than recall past friends, family, and lovers when she let them die. In personality she is everything charming, vivacious and endearing. She is typically what one might expect from a personal escort (Her job every now and again). Even in the company of those she loathes, she is seldom able to show her true colors
Bio: There were many times she might murder someone and could only remember the sound of her screaming while she ripped out their insides. Even now she could hear the voices and her sight of the world has changed in its entirety. Belonging entirely to her clan of demons, she still may follow their instruction if given the proper amount of 'convincing'. Her life with the Cannibalistic family was long lived, but she made a change for the better when she began following her own path. Initially expected to assassinate all in her path, something changed in her and she stopped eating her victims. An unexpected and sudden change to the killer on top of the world. She wanted to be more human, a novelty that had not lost its luster to her. Finding some semblance of normality and calm to her chaos, she still has bouts of insanity from feeding on other beings. Sadly, among her own inner madness and chaos the information she has about herself is fragmented beyond comprehension. Words, phrases, the look of the room, the smell of blood and the way it tasted, it is sketchy if she will remember day-to-day events or if her past is real or some substitute created in her head.

Unable to cope with the atrocities of her past, they have been completely erased from her mind. Unable to remember the murders as something she had done, she instead associates them with what the cult did. Blaming her foster mother for burying a man alive, blaming her foster father for dismembering another, the worst was her brother whom she believed ripped off the arms and legs of another and kept them locked within their home. All atrocities she caused herself to mask her painful loneliness. I will put you back together. I will fix you. A promise she gave her last victim who eventually died from hemorrhaging in her arms with stubs burned shut using a standard iron. There is some small part of her that can remember fragments of this past, but she attempts to atone now with her distance from home.

Turn Ons:
- Items of comfort, warm blankets, soft pillows, beautiful things
- Meat, whether this is supernatural or animal. She draws the line at humans. She could never harm a human being.
- Small talk, a void of speech to make her comfortable even if it were just to fill a space of time.
Turn Offs:
- Egotistical and Selfish Personalities, she cannot fathom how anyone could think they were the only importance in the world.
- Cults and Religions, separating herself from such people, she has a strong feeling of distaste for them.
- Being underestimated, her personality may sometimes be considered childish but she will not tolerate being talked down to.
Flaw(s): Bloodlust, still not used to this new way of living she often craves blood and reaches a point she is not longer... Herself. Murderous and hungry, the teachings of her childhood are not quickly brushed aside. If she is hungry enough, she will attack senselessly

Humans

Jace ~ BLStoner

Puppet Master: BLStoner
Name: Jace Braxton
Age: Twenty - Seven
Species: Human
Abilities: Knows pieces of various fighting styles, versatile when it comes to weaponry, and possess the ability to be a freak of nature. However, his magic resistance is so low even a simple card trick would have him dazed. Well, not really, but you get the point. (Magic resistance is 1)
Weapon(s): Two twenty-five inch machetes, a tactical tomahawk, and a trench knife.
Weight: One hundred forty-one pounds of lean and limber muscle.
Height: Six foot six inches of lanky awkwardness.
I am Attracted to: Men of any species will do. He's not in a position to be picky anymore and no one wants to die a virgin.
Personality: Where does one start? Jace appears to be the 'lone wolf' type, usually keeping his distance and is usually quite. However, if you get to know him and develop some sort of relation with him, you'll come to see he's a fun, laid-back kind of guy who is sometimes weird. Hell, he's got a good heart and will keep with you to the end, but he's no stranger to dishing out tough love either and probably scold friends over their stupid decisions. It's just his way of saying he cares. He does keep some things to himself, however, such as his gender and will argue until he'd blue in the face that's he's just as much a guy as any man, although he's aware that isn't exactly the truth. Yet, he's not all bad. He's quite charitable when others are most in need and does his best to put forth good karma in the world.
Bio: Okay, let's go long story short. He was born, family died, more people died, the end. What? Not good enough? Fine, fine. Whatever. Just was born a little differently than everyone else. Time had mutated people and created different breeds. Well, you wanna know what else mutated? People. Humans. Now, now, they weren't all running around with super powers, but birth defects and all that jazz is where it was at. For Jace? He was one of these freaks too. You see, he was suppose to be born male. A normal male. You know what happened? Something messed up. No one could really say why either. All the smart people who could of figured it out were long gone and turned to dust. But he was born a she. Of course puberty would laugh like a wild maniac in everyone's face later on, but for now, who knew what was gonna happen? As far as they could tell, he was a girl. Now for the fun part, right?
Growing up he had the long hair, the dresses, or whatever his mother could throw together out of a potato sack or a tarp. Oh yeah, they were poor, so he didn't get nice fancy things. Anyways, la la la, skip to puberty. This is when the whole family learned how cruel nature could be. Their little girl grew up to be a young man. Deeper voice? Ding. Hair everywhere? Ding. Muscle structure? Ding. And so on and so forth. You couldn't get more male unless you had the right equipment. Yet, if medical science was still as top notch as it was years ago, they would have found why this was. Those ovaries? They weren't. In fact, they were jewels, if you catch my drift. But if those developed, then why did other things not match the rest of the picture? Well, why was the universe expanding? How did the big bang come to be? Who even created it? You see, science can answer a lot, but not everything. Mostly, it was just one of those things they chalked up to years of genetic mutation. After all, if some dudes could run around with powers and wings, this was a total plausible, though near an entirely unlikely scenario. Still, if there was a chance, even the slightest, it was gonna happen one day. For Jace, he got the short end of the stick. Yet, the misfortune wasn't over for this kid and with in the next couple years, his family would pass over a dispute between two large groups over territory. A Molotov would be thrown in their home while they slept, burning down the two bedroom shack they lived in rather quickly, and with the blaze starting in their room, Mrs. and Mr. Braxton would not make it out alive. Instead, their cries of agony would wake their only child and give him the chance they would not have.
It's hard to live with guilt and anger on your shoulders for so many years and it can twist a person's soul, make them do things that were not only bat s**t crazy and dangerous, but that would weigh on them even more. And that's what happened with what Jace, once old enough and well prepared, did to those sonofabitches who killed his parents. Ever seen a slaughter house? Just imagine something like that. No one wants details, ya know, but now you can go on and imagine some beach get away or maybe a field of flowers to get the bad taste out. Of course, doing such wouldn't help Jace who ended up living with this regret. Yeah, yeah, they probably deserved it, but who was he to decide such things? Who lived and who died? The boy had a conscience after all, but how could he make it right? Well, for him, to earn good things in life, you had to do good things in life. Since then, he spends most of his time trying to do good for others when the opportunity arises, despite his inability to dwell with other people. You know, your house burns down and your parents die because of some jerk and that creates a little bit of a trust issue. Other than that, you need food? He's got it. A shirt to keep warm? He'll give you his. Of course, don't take him for a fool. He keeps his guard and protects himself, all too aware that when you're generous people will take advantage and boy have they tried.
Turn Ons: Older men who are men, not those pretty boys who frolic about in ladies clothing. He also has a thing for beards, but it's okay if you don't have one as some guys look better without them, but at least grow a little stubble for him at the bare minimum. Now, here's the other thing. If you got a little bit of tummy, he's down for that, but he won't turn away an Adonis either. Lastly, having his ear nibbled on or whispered into. Something about it makes him shiver all over and gets him going. Doesn't matter if you telling him how gruesomely he's gonna die or what. Just the feel of another's breath on or in his ear is more than enough.
Turn Offs: Sissy boys given he might as well just date a woman and get the same thing. Doesn't like being called a girl or a woman, despite what the plumbing down stairs says. And for those freaks out there, don't ever start playing with his feet 'cause that's just not right. Sure, touch and massage them, but no sticking them in your mouth or whatever. Just no. Besides, his feet are sensitive and your most likely going to be kicked in the face anyways.
Flaw(s): Well, if it wasn't obvious by now, then maybe we should sit down and have a talk about the birds and the bees. Other than that, he struggles to survive in groups, often finding it too complicated to deal with all the drama and hiding his secret.

NPCs

Blackwing ~ Lucky_Kitten_515

Puppet Master: Lucky_Kitten_515
Name: Blackwing (birthname is Edward)
Age: 27
Species: Animal Kin (Raven)
Weight: 170lbs
Height: 5'8"
Personality Traits: Kind, Quiet, Intellectual, and Non-Violent.

[Lucky_Kitten_515]

~ ☉ Solaria ☉ ~

She had fire in her soul it was easy to see...



Solaria grabbed her small bag of belongings. Her mother was nervously chopping vegetables. "Well, this is goodbye." She said walking to the door.
"Good Luck!" her mother said softly. The door closed and the angel was leaving the village. Her mother took in a deep breath of fresh air. Now that the girl was leaving she could repair her relationships with the other villagers and her fear was lifting.

The angel walked down the main street. "Don't bother coming back, mutant!" jeered a villager. Solaria stomped her foot toward him and let out a growl. He jumped back and she laughed. This place was such a joke. The angel had grown up among a sea of judgement which brought out the worst in her. As she left them behind she let out a sigh of relief.

Solaria was genuinely concerned about the children who had the epidemic. She wanted them to be cured which was why she needed to go. The city was recruiting people to search for the cure.

The next morning she arrived at the capital city. It was amazing to her. There were paved streets lined with shops, cafes, restaurants and apartment buildings. In the center of the city was the town hall where she would receive information about the cure. Solaria looked around in wonderment. No one was staring at her. Of course she wore a cape to hide her wings. She was still afraid of being attacked for being an angel. She had been in a lot of fights growing up. The angel took a deep breath and continued walking to the town hall. She saw Angels and Demons walking freely through the town. A tiger walked by her almost brushing her legs. She smiled and kept walking. Maybe one day she could live here.



...it was love that could save her from hell

☉ Mood: Relief and excited
☉ ☉ With: City Folk
☉ ☉ ☉ Location: In the capital city, heading to the town hall
☉ ☉ OoC: First Post

[Lexsi_7]

[X]NAME ll gray
[X]SPECIES ll demon
[X]GENDER ll male
[X]MOOD ll miserable
[X]WITH ll a bagel
[X]RELATIONSHIP ll single
[X]HP ll ◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼

⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵
⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵=⇘

⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵"I'm in love with the shape of you, we push and pull like a magnet do.."
⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵───────────────────────────────

xxxGray awoke to the sun's wicked rays, pouring defiantly into the room. 'Damn that's bright.' The demon thought, rising from his bed to close the heavy drapes adorning the window. Thats when it hit him. Perhaps it was all of the ale he drank last night, or was it the wine he had afterwards. 'Whatever.' A hangover was a hangover and there was no way Gray was going to let something like this ruin his day. Pulling on a loose black shirt and boots, he left the darkness of his room.

"Afternoon Gray, you're a mess! You didn't die last night, did you?" Cliff, the brothel's barkeep, chuckled in greeting. "Well thanks, no, I'm not dead yet." It was all the demon could bear to say between throbs. Despite being a little shabby, the brothel was quite clean and the rent was cheap. The only downside was all of the noise after dusk but I guess that didn't matter too much, as Gray usually fell asleep after having more than his fair share of drinks.

'I suppose I should head on over to the town hall, they're supposed to be discussing something important today.' With that, he made his way down the streets, passing his favourite bakery. The smell was unreal and Gray couldn't resist a freshly fired bagel. After apaying and having a quick chat with the shop-owner, he continued on his way to the hall. By the time the demon boy had finished eating his bagel, he arrived at the square and went into the hall, awaiting the meeting.




⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵=───────────────────────────
⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵⩵="..although my heart is falling too, I'm in love with your body."



ooc:∴∵

[PaperLined]

[Hєαℓтн] ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♡
[Sтαмιηα] ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ✫ ✫

Flaming tongues, red and orange, licked the night sky, staining the celestial canvas a deep scarlet, like blood. Towering appendages, skinny and three-pronged, the disembodied arms of a starving fiend, clawed for flesh above the bristling mob. Voices, discordant voices, clashed in a cacophony of chanting and yelling.

Tendrils of ink lashed out against the mansion before him, latching on like the jaws of some dark monster, ushered forth by thick plumes of black breath and the sea of contorted faces. "C'mon, Nero, before they find us...!" The quiet hiss, urgent and commanding, snapped him to attention as his brother's hand forcefully tugged on his own arm.

Tall, husky silhouettes closed in all around as pine needles and wayward branches raked his face, exposed roots and brambles swiping at his legs. Several times, he fell, and several times, his brother hauled him back up--the final time being onto one of the guild's outbound wagons. "...I'll find another one. Stay here and be quiet...."

"No, no..." A gruff voice, subdued by the fog of sleep, murmured, eyelids shuddering as their pupils tossed beneath respective covers.

"Don't leave me, brother...." The monster's thundering footsteps drowned out his whimpering, its approaching glow bringing false morning to the street, sending his brother's fearful face behind him and back. "Remember our little secret?" Another glance around heightened the terror in his eyes, despite the shaky smile on his lips--a smile undoubtedly forced for his younger brother's sake. "As long as you have that, I'll always be with you. Now hide...!"

In the dimness beneath the caravan's canvas, squeezed in between two crates, all Nero could hear was the baying of a thousand humanoid wolves and the crunching of gravel and glass as a centipede's count of legs roiled toward him--

Jolting awake with a gasp, Nero almost mistook the darkness around him for that carriage's decades ago. As his breathing slowed, reality chasing off slumber's haze, he blinked. Something moved among the shadows.

A suspicious eye drifted to the foot of his bed, where the stars' meager light now clearly delineated a humanoid frame. His right hand inched toward the space between mattress and nightstand when a feminine voice interrupted, "So you're awake...."

Nero's mind raced through possibilities of who the other could be and why she was here, and the probability of him drawing his sword before she could clear the bed. "Who are you?"
>>>>"Your companion for the night, of course," the voice, liquid sugar, cooed, as the sultry silhouette purposefully rounded the footboard, the carpet muffling what sounded like heels. Even in the dim light, Nero could see her hips seductively swaying in near perfect rhythm and her chin, tauntingly tilted. He guardedly eyed her, subconsciously drinking in her tantalizing figure.
>>>>"What do you mean...?"
>>>>"Well... " He could see the leathery wings adorning her back now as she loomed over him. Before he could reach for his blade's hilt, however, she swung over the side of the bed and bore down upon him with all the finesse and allure of a siren. Lean legs constrained his biceps as graceful hands deftly slipped beneath the covers. He could only glare as wandering fingers sensually traversed the chiseled landscape of his torso, gently stroking its hills and tracing its valleys.
>>>>"...word is..." Her voice, a soft purr, not so unlike a rustle of silk, sank suggestively into the crevices of his brain against the pounding of his pulse. "...the big Chief is all tense for his upcoming journey..." Elegant curves artfully adorned in leather implored him look as the other leaned closer, her cheek almost touching his, "...and could use some loosening up...." Supple lips caressed his neck, trailing from jawline to collarbone; his skin tingled, muscles tensing against the rousing sensation.

Nero's breath caught in his throat as the other's touch meandered lower. Although his physicality cried out for hers, straining both for and against the imminent euphoria, he sternly drew her wrist out from under the sheets, voice ragged, "No, I can't." Attempting to shift her off of him, Nero moved to get out of bed, and away from the temptress.
>>>>"What? It's not like we're soul drinking--" Incredulity and confusion permeated her tone; indignation and, perhaps, hurt shone in her eyes.
>>>>"It is, where I'm from," he tersely interjected, pulling on a pair of red denims. Maybe physical union held little meaning beyond casual contact to demons, but he grew up with the values of his adoptive human family.... "Look, Miss..."
>>>>"Lily."
>>>>"Miss Lily. I'm sure you're a very charming young lady, and perhaps if we knew each other--" Shaking his head of its sullied thoughts, he half wondered if maybe his actions hadn't been under his influence alone. "No--tell whoever sent you, that it was a very nice night and not one I care to repeat." Donning a black zipup shirt and his red leather duster, Nero grabbed his belongings and made a beeline for the entryway, "Good night."

Three grinning mugs greeted him as he threw the door open and stalked past them.
>>>>"Chief!"
>>>>"Done already?"
>>>>"How was it?"

>>>>"Wait, Chief, where are you going?"

Casting a wry glance back over his shoulder, Nero loudly grumbled, already halfway down the hall, "Another inn that won't allow unauthorized entry into my room!" With a half salute, he flashed them a sliver of teeth, "See you bright and early tomorrow!"

~ ~ ~

Shielding his eyes from the insistent sun, Nero made his way up the town hall's worn steps in mostly rusty red, the color of his signature duster. Braided loops of leather hung on his hip and a hefty hilt, along side a shoulder pack, protruded from his wingless back as he surveyed the square. This capital city certainly was sizable, but it lacked the nostalgic charm of others he'd passed through. A congregation of voices, belonging to four familiar figures, eagerly greeted him as he joined them a little ways behind the podium--

>>>>"Hey, here's Captain Sourpuss...."
>>>>"'Morning, Chief!"
>>>>"Good morrow, sir!

>>>>"You look like 'ell, boss; what 'appened?"

"Don't I always?" A corner of Nero's mouth wrinkled in something of a smirk. "Just night terrors. Three little night terrors, to be exact." Sending a sidelong look to the rest of the team, he gave his navigator a reassuring smile. "Nothing to be concerned about, Brandt. Harmless shenanigans." His gaze went out to the crowd gathering beyond. "...what I am worried about, is whether we'll get enough volunteers to head out...." Time was growing shorter by the second, and with the vast majority of the land reclaimed by nature....

>>>>"I'm sure the mayor or 'oever will make good on 'is word." It was now Nero's turn to receive a reassuring squeeze of the shoulder.
>>>>"Otherwise, we'll just hit up a few more towns, right?"

>>>>"...Yeah. Right."

>>>>> Status ✧ Location ✧ Company <<<<<
tired ✦ town hall, a little ways from the podium ✦ his team of five (self included)

✧ σσc ✧
Apologies in advance for any choppiness, and the length.... Hope it was enjoyable, or interesting at the very least!

✦ тl;dr ✦

Nero wakes from a nightmare of his past to find a shadow lurking in the bedroom. The figure turns out to be a female demon insisting on accompanying him for the night; Nero teeters on the verge of succumbing before abruptly ending their encounter on the grounds of morality, only to find three familiar faces complicit to the event lingering outside his door as he stalks off to find peace and quiet elsewhere. The next morning, Nero and his team of five (including himself) exchange a bit of banter as they gather at Town Hall and speculate about the possibility of new additions to the team.

[snowflake_ssl21133]

xx⊰•xxxx A N D R E I x " D R E "x xxxx•⊱xx

XXXX XXXX XXXX

xx A small yawn escaped the angel's lips as he carried a basket of vegetables back to his home. The young male had gotten up fairly early to help out his parents before he had to leave. "Andrei, love, we will be fine. Go now before the sunsets." A soft voice spoke from the entrance way of the house. Andrei looked over to see his mother watching him with a fond smile. A sheepish grin formed on his face before he placed the basket down in front of his mother. "As you wish. Tell father I said goodbye" Andrei said, bending down to give his mother a kiss on the forehead. "We wish you luck." And with that, Andrei left his home.

While he had been the one to volunteer and go help to find the cure, Andrei couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive still. He's not exactly the strongest creature out there and even so, he prefers brains over brawn. 'Moping is not going to help me. I must focus and keep a clear head.' With that thought in mind, the young angel took a deep breath and let it out. It didn't clear his mind entirely, but it did help allow him to focus a bit better on the task at hand. Convenient for him, they moved fairly close to the capital city. The need to be free overwhelming for Andrei and his parents, and the capital is as free as it gets.

It didn't take long for him to reach the capital and the serenity of the atmosphere instantly calmed Andrei's frantic thoughts. Gray eyes scanned the area and couldn't help but smile when he saw familiar faces. The gray eyes widened slightly once he noticed how many people were heading to the hall the meeting was being held in. 'Too late to turn back now, just relax and you'll be fine.' With the internal pep-talk instilled in him, Andrei made his way over.

Out Of Cookies: Hello everyone ^^ I promise all my posts won't be this crappy sweatdrop
Where: Capital city
With: No one in particular, surround by city members
Mood: Tired... Relaxed
Thoughts: ...
Translation: ...

[Staven the Merc]

__Blaze Snowden__

HP: ✚✚✚✚✚✚✚✚✚✚ Stamina: ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

Location: Lost in the capital With: Just passed Solaria Mood: Lost, tired, and hungry

We're watching things unravel slowly...

XXXXXThe journey to the capital was over. Weeks and days went by in a blur as Blaze trekked the unforgiving wilderness. Surprisingly though, being in the wilderness was good for him since this time allowed him to get back in touch with his animal instincts. Daily hunting led to Blaze being well-fed. The savage lands were peaceful to Blaze but the capital is a harsh, unforgiving land itself.

XXXXXLuckily, he arrived on the day the broadcast said to meet at the town hall. Hours drained by as Blaze wandered the streets of the capital in search of this seemingly mythical building. Oblivious of the passersby, the large white snow tiger strided along as an obvious oddity in the streets, but Animal Kin are far from uncommon here so all he attracted was curious glances. One person, however, drew his gaze like the current of a river. She had beautiful golden eyes like his sister's that he temporarily lost himself in... With hair to match, she seemed to shine brightly like the sun itself, dazzling him as he stared. Suddenly regaining focus, he side-stepped to the left to avoid colliding with her.

XXXXXHaving taken a few more strides into an intersection, Blaze shifted to his back legs as he transformed swiftly into his human form. He was garbed in a pair of worn denim jeans with a small hole for his tail, a battered black t-shirt, sturdy work boots, and a simple leather bracelet around his left wrist, clearly he was not one of wealthy stature. Letting out a loud sigh he yelled to himself, "Arghhh, where the hell is this bloody town hall?!?" There he stood motionless, looking up at the sky as the breeze rolled gently across his face.

XXXXXHe felt lost in a sea of unfamiliarity and uncertainty. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea... It's been a day since I've eaten and I feel like I'm walking in circles. Unmoving, he pondered his next course of action. He prefers to not steal from honest working men and women but survival takes precedence. Plus, shutting up the occasional groan of his stomach would be splendid. Losing himself in thought, seconds rolled on.

...You're just trying to get away from yourself

OOC: First post in an RP in a while, so I apologize since I'm still a little rusty.
Involved:

Lucky_Kitten_515

Do whatever you want with this! biggrin If you want feel free to PM me what Solaris says/does and I can give you a response IC so you can put it into your post. Just so we can avoid a slow back and forth conversation of short posts.

[Lucky_Kitten_515]

~ ☉ Solaria ☉ ~

She had fire in her soul it was easy to see...



The sun made her golden hair and eye shine. Solaria's face gave a soft snile as she heard the man shout out in frustration. Her face was neutral as she turned to look at the man with one red eye and one blue. "I am heading to the town hall. You can come along." Solaria said. She wished that she had more to say. Growing up without friends meant that she hadn't learnt the art of conversation. A forced smile spread on her face as she tried to make a new friend.

Solaria led the way to the townhall. Her pink converse shoes tapped the pavement in a steady rhythm. Her wavy hair bounced with each stride. Soon she was walking up the steps of the townhall. Golden eyes surveyed the large open wooden doors and large crowd inside of all races. She paused and took in a deep breath for courage. 'They aren't here to attack angels' she thought. Her attention returned to the man. "Uh, so... this is the town hall..." She said.

Shortly the mayor would make a speech and have people get in a line to be sorted into groups. Each group would try to figure out the only clue the mayor could offer.


...it was love that could save her from hell

☉ Mood: Nervous and Determined
☉ ☉ With: Blaze and the crowd
☉ ☉ ☉ Location: Town Hall Entrance
☉ ☉ Wearing: Clothes
☉OoC: I will make a post for the Mayor once everyone is at the townhall.

[Astraieus]

☁ Cecil, Akahidjeh ▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ Angel

‘Why am I here?’ Cecil asked himself not for the first time since he had awakened that day. Sitting on a high wall, one knee to his chest, his wings twitched irritably as he looked down at the square in front of the town hall. He saw many familiar faces and out of those that spotted his meager form on the wall some had waved towards him, which he returned. The amount of those that did wave though were few, maybe 2 or 3, a sign that though Cecil had been in the capital for 2 years he had made little friends. It wasn’t due to the angel being disliked or rude -quite the contrary actually- but simply because at times he opted to be a loner or was too lazy to change his circumstances.

It was laziness that had him in an irritable mood, preventing him from seeing the positives he had listed out the weeks before the current event. Now, he could only see the negatives like his dislike of kids, the long track the adventure might present, and all the research he would probably have to do to solve the mystery. Wait...reading, he enjoyed that. Books introduced one to other worlds, ideas, and possibilities. His wings twitched now with interest as he wondered just what kind of books he would come across. He imagined coming across ones that detailed the vast oceans, another collection that gave a detailed description of the inner workings of the different races, and another still that might hint too some large land mass filled with ice and snow to the far north passed any settlement.

‘Hmm,’ he hummed to himself, forgetting his irritable disposition and laziness. ‘Those would be some interesting things to come across,’ he thought as he stretched his arms and wings before looking over the edge of the wall he sat on. About 10 feet below him was a large stone basin in the shape of a semi—circle, its ends connecting to the stone wall. The basin was constantly behind filled with water from a pipe sticking out from the wall. The capital city was filled with them and they were often used by people to grab a quick drink, for kids to play in, or wash clothes (the last one pertaining to private basins).

In an instant Cecil vanished from the wall and now stood on the edge of the basin. A quick hop and he was on the paved street, walking into the town hall with his interests reinvigorated somewhat.

OOC: Hello all

[Staven the Merc]

__Blaze Snowden__

HP: ✚✚✚✚✚✚✚✚✚✚ Stamina: ✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘✘

Location: Streets -> Town Hall With: Solaris and other strangers Mood: Happy to have company and determined to further his goal

We're watching things unravel slowly...

XXXXXAdmist his thoughts a voice reached out to him. "I am heading to the town hall. You can come along." He turned towards the voice, surprised someone would reach out to him. Blaze locked eyes with the figure. It was the golden-haired woman from earlier. He couldn't help but let his eyes linger for a little bit longer, once again being taken in by her radiance. "That'd be a huge help, thanks." he said in a soft tone. The two of them began to walk in silence toward what he could only hope was the town hall. Along the way, he procured a simple bagel from an unaware streetstand owner. Blaze was not particularily happy about stealing, but he needed his strength up to push towards his goal of finding a cure.

XXXXXThe walk, though quiet, was plesant being in the immediate company of another soul. Maybe, I should say something? But what... Blaze thought pondering how to break the ice. Subconsciously and lacking any current task, he had pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette that smelled faintly of forest berries from a small pouch and was twiddling it nimbly between his fingers as he walked. Finally, the pair reached a large building he could only assume is the town hall. Blaze neatly tucked the cigarette between his left ear and head just before reaching the building's door. His guide turned to him and said, "Uh, so... this is the town hall..." Blaze smiled lightly and nodded, grateful for her assistance. He followed her inside and found himself a cold wall to lean against while he waited for something to happen next.

...You're just trying to get away from yourself

OOC: Blaze isn't being moody, he just doesn't know how to interact with strangers very well! blaugh
Involved:

Lucky_Kitten_515

[Lucky_Kitten_515]

THE MAYOR

The mayor walked onto the platform and gazed out at the crowd. "Good noon, citizens. As you know an epidemic has broken out. The city council and I have been searching for clues about a cure. Our medics and scientists have no solutions. Two weeks ago we came across a passage in our book of town history of a miracle cure. It states that a clue as to where to look is hidden in the city gate. I think it refers to the symbols. Please line up to get sorted into groups." he said loudly and clearly.

After sending the first 6 groups out, only a handful of people were left. There was a man with one red eye and one blue. An angel with warm blue eyes, a demon with purple hair, A blue haired angel, a demon with short white hair and a girl with golden hair. "The rest of you are the final team. May the Goddess be with you." the mayor said before turning and leaving the room.