Phantom's test workshop 2.0

[Melaeryn]

Deaglan x|x Ciaran x|x Gagarin xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

вцт мо$т pёоplє call мє ... Nikerym/Captain Deaglan (pronounced Deck-lan)




Ь a $ ї c ₴ xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ї aм :: The Captain of the Winter Guard
Tнaт ї₴ :: Half Frost Fey, half Shade
Fґом :: The Winter Court
agє :: Two Thousand Four Hundred and Sixty-seven
ыятнdaу :: October Twenty-Second
нєїgнт :: Six feet, five inches
щёїgнт :: One hundred and seventy eight pounds
єує cоlоґ :: The left one is blue, the right one is black
нaїя cоlоґ :: Black
мaякїиg₴ :: He has black, tattoo-like markings all over his body. They aren't tasttoos, however; they're shadows that obey him.
оґїёитaтюп :: Pansexual
$оцпd₴ lїкє :: Travis Willingham's Roy Mustang




Ї п т є я є $ т ₴ xxxxxxxxxxxxx

lїкё₴ ::

✓Music
✓His Job
✓Sword fighting
✓Reading
✓Animals
✓Flirting
✓Night time
✓Sweets
✓Planning Things
✓Winter


dї₴lїкё$ ::

✗Complete Silence
✗Dancing
✗Formal attire
✗The Warmth
✗ [Insert Something Here]
✗Arrogant People
✗Nosy people
✗Being Reprimanded
✗Flowers (He’s allergic)
✗Sitting Still

fєaґ₴ ::

Not being able to do his job
Going Insane
Spiders (No one knows this one, however, because it makes him feel stupid)


B a c к g я о ц и dxxxxxxxxxxxxx

нї₴тоґу ::

Deaglan was born to a Frost Fey mother and a Shade father who worked as a merchant. He never really knew the man because when he was small, his father was killed on his way home from selling some goods. His mother was a beautiful woman who worked as a maid in the castle, but after his father died, she worked so much that she never got to spend time with her son. On occasion, she would take Deaglan with her to the castle grounds, where the stable boys would let him help take care of the horses. The boy would often times go slip away, unnoticed, and watched as the Castle Guards would practice sparring. He began to dream that one day he would be one of them, wearing the shining Winter Court Armor. On the days his mother left him home, he would pick up a stick, pretending it to be a sword, and would practice on the trees that surrounded the tiny home he lived in. He would do this every day, from dusk till dawn, until he could no longer move another muscle. Eventually, the boy learned all he could from practicing on the tree, and needed to find a new sparring partner.

By this time, he was no longer a small child. As he was practicing one day, a Court Guard walked by him and caught him. ”Boy! What are you doing?” The guard had yelled. This was the beginning of a quick and strong friendship. The man’s name was Orion, and he wanted to teach Deaglan how to handle a weapon. He brought the boy practice swords, and the two of them began sparring twice a week, much to his mother’s dismay. Deaglan was frequently overpowered by Orion, and after taking a thorough beating, he would complain that Orion was being too tough on him. The man would just laugh at him, stating that an enemy wouldn't go easy on him and that he needed to be ready if the day ever came where he needed to protect himself. Eventually, they got to the point where Orion had nothing left to teach him. It was all just refining what skills he had and seeing what style fit him best.

The more Orion came around, the more Deaglan's mother warmed up to the idea of Orion teaching her son how to protect himself and her if he needed to. Orion would frequently bring sweets of all varieties along with him for her, telling Deaglan that sweets could soften anybody up. While there was a blossoming friendship between the two males, there was also a blossoming romance between the two Frost Fey. As the years went by, Deaglan watched as his mother and Orion became very close. His visits stopped being just about Deaglan, and became more about the two of them. He had essentially melded himself into the family, and eventually, after a long practice session, the older man brought up the topic of marriage. Orion asked for Deaglan's blessing to marry his mother. A wedding was arranged, and Deaglan watched as his mother married his mentor. Many of the higher-ranking members of the guard were there, and Deaglan was introduced to them all. A renewal of excitement came back to Deaglan's heart, and not too long after the wedding, Deaglan approached his mom about joining the Royal Guard. She immediately told him no, and explained that she didn't want to have to worry about both him AND Orion, and so Deaglan listened, mainly out of guilt.

One evening, Deaglan decided to take a walk. His mother had told him that there was nothing good for him in the dark, but he was drawn to the shadows of the night, and didn’t listen to her. As he strolled through the woods, he had the growing sense that something was following him. Spinning around and drawing his sword, he saw nothing but the dark trees of the star-lit forest. Something WAS moving out there, though, and it was watching him. The farther he walked, the greater the feeling became, until it was so overwhelming that he had to stop. When he did, what leapt out at him was not something he had expected. A transparent figure that was made of inky smoke came at him, and try as he might, Deaglan was not able to stop it with his blade. It entered his body and knocked him out, leaving him with nothing but visions of darkness in his head. He laid like that for an entire day, Finally waking up as the first light of the new day hit his face. It was more radiant and harsh than the light he had grown accustomed to; it was almost painful to stand in. Shielding his eyes from the sun, a rather loud, unhappy hiss sounded from his arm; quickly stepping into the shadow of a large tree next to him, Deaglan inspected his forearm, only to find intricate black markings all over it.

When he returned home, his mother was a little more than shocked. She demanded to know what had happened, and where he had been. As much as he didn't want to, he explained the events of the night before. It took her a while to process, but when she finally did, she explained to him what was going on, and she talked about his father for the first time in years. She told him what the markings were, told him why the sun seemed more intense now than it did before the 'incident', as she called it. Intrigued by his new-found abilities, the male wanted to learn more. At his request, Orion got permission to scour the royal library and do a little research on Shades, and came home with a wellspring of information. Together, the two of them began working on experimenting with his shadows, recreating objects around the house, playing hide-n-seek (of course, Deaglan always won), relaying messages from long distances (though Deaglan wasn't sure what the limit was, because he could communicate with Orion while he was home and his step-father was at the castle, and that was quite a distance away), and then he began trying out his shadows for combat. He and Orion started training, Deaglan slinging tangible shadows around like throwing blades. They weren't completely solid, and the moment they hit Orion's armor, they shattered. The older man could easily swat them out of the air, and Deaglan began trying different techniques for making the shadow blades. After years of experimenting, he made a breakthrough. At the height of winter, Deaglan's Frost Fey blood sang like the howling winds of a snowstorm. His mother used her abilities to remove the snow from their path and knock down the icicles. He watched as one of the bigger icicles fell, and an idea came to him. Visualizing the blade as ice, the shadows leapt from his arm and took the form of a sword made of pure shadow, with a hint of frost magic. This sword, it seemed, was unbreakable. He and Orion did numerous strength tests on the blade, but nothing left even the tiniest of scratches. As the snow gave way to the arrival of spring, however, the sword's appearance began to change. Instead of the solid purple blade, the sword lost it's frozen appearance, gaining more of a softer, delicate appearance. Deaglan found this one to be faster and quicker than the other, but the most it succeeded in was knocking the wind out of someone.

The more the two practiced, the more Deaglan’s right eye became sensitive to the sunlight. To combat the pain, he began to wear an eye patch. One day, Orion asked to see his eye. Lifting up the patch, Deaglan felt a sudden rush, and an emptiness where he should have felt something. The light did not burn his eye, but Orion's scream alerted him to something amiss. When Deaglan laid his eyes on him, he saw the other man's eyes filled with black, and he knew it was a shadow. As much as Deaglan commanded the shadow, it did not leave his step-father's eyes; only until he started to put the eyepatch down did the shadow retreat, unwilling to lose it's home away from the sun. When it was safely tucked under it's cover, Orion informed him of what had happened. He explained how it had blinded him, like he was surrounded by a black void. The two began experiment with the new shadow, seeing how far it would go, if it hurt, and if it worked at night. Come to find out, it didn't work at night, but it allowed him to see like a cat in the dark. The downside to the shadow (other than the fact that it was essentially uncontrollable) was that it began whispering things to him. Things that Deaglan did not want to hear. He was not bloodthirsty, but the shadow was. As time went by, it began mimicking Deaglan's speech patterns and sounds, which caused him to doubt himself.

Eventually, Orion and Deaglan’s mother could no longer keep him and his abilities a secret . The Royal Guard caught wind of the boy that could make a sword out of nothing, and they came to investigate. Upon their arrival at Deaglan's home, they demanded that the male demonstrate what he could do. Against his mother's wishes, he drew his Shadow Blade, which he had named Darktooth, and began a sparring match with one of the guardsmen. He used no other magic, but managed to get the male he was fighting pinned to a tree and defenseless in a relatively short amount of time. Stunned, he was offered a spot on the Guard immediately. They said he had raw talent, that, if refined, could make him one of the best swordsmen in all the land. While Deaglan was excited about this prospect, his mother was not. She begged and pleaded him to stay, but this time, he did not listen. He was old enough to make his own decisions, and when he was offered a spot in the Guard, he quickly accepted. Orion, however, requested that he be able to retire. He was getting old, and out of his prime (though he really wasn't, but who was Deaglan to judge?), and his request was respected. Orion got to turn in his sword and got to live with his mother, so that was one less person his mother had to worry about.

The first year was rough on Deaglan. He was required to stay in the castle grounds, training with the sword master both during the day and often times at night as well. He got his post assigned to him, and would often times find himself arguing with the nearby shadows, who, like the rest of the guard, thought it funny to belittle him. He sometimes got odd stares, and other times, he'd even get questions from the servants. "Just WHO are you talking to?" some of them demanded. Deaglan would give them a scowl that would send them off without giving them an answer. He found standing in one place to be rather dull, and one day he finally got up the courage to ask the Captain if he could have a patrolling job instead. Instead of giving him a yes or a no, however, the captain ran things differently. If you wanted a specific post, you could have it, but you had to beat the person you wanted to take the post from. He hand picked one of the patrolling guards, the one that belittled and got on Deaglan's nerves the most every time he walked by. "Fight, and see if you can take his post." The two of them fought with practice swords, and Deaglan got beaten to a pulp within the first ten minutes of their match. That did not make Deaglan quit, however; if there was one thing Orion had taught him, it was that giving up wasn't an option. As he kneeled on the ground and the older member of the guard belittled him instead of ending the battle, he took a quick swipe at the man's legs with his sword. As the man fell, Deaglan stood up and disarmed him, planting his foot squarely on his chest and pointing his practice sword at the man's throat. "You know, if you had spent less time being arrogant and more time finishing the job, you could have beaten me." he snapped. That was the beginning of his rise to the top.

Deaglan began to excel the next few years of his time with the court. He did not go unnoticed by the Captain OR the Royal family. A strong, smart, talented individual, he eventually got assigned to be part of the queen's personal guard. She did not go anywhere without Deaglan, and because of his ability to talk to the shadows (all of them faithful to the powerful half-Shade), he was never caught unaware. He remained at her side for years, and was gifted with a blade more beautiful than anything he had ever possessed in his lifetime. She told him that it's name was "Beleger", or "The Mighty One", forged by the hands of the Elves, and it was a thank you present for his years of service. When it came time for the Captain of the Guard to retire, around the time that King Fever'ous came to power, only one was qualified for the job. He has been a loyal and faithful friend to the throne and continues to be, protecting His King, Queen, and the King's Children with an unforgiving heart of stone and a blade of shadow to anyone who dares try to bring harm to them.




pєґ$оиalїту ::

It takes a lot for someone to get a rise out of the frozen Captain of the Guard. He projects himself to be very apathetic in nature, and reading his emotions is like trying to look through a stone wall. Any member of the Guard would tell you the same thing. Very few can actually tell how the Captain feeling, and to get to that level you must mean a great deal to him. Don't let his appearance deceive you, though; he is not truly apathetic. To say that he is indifferent about most things is a lie. Deaglan cares very much about his job, the Royal family, and the people that he is close to. He feels, however, that expressing strong emotion inhibits him from doing his job properly, and that if you "let your feelings take over your mind, you will be unfocused and could make a mistake that could cost someone their life". He is a very serious man and thus takes his job very seriously, and believes there is very little time in his life for much else.

Deaglan is a VERY careful man. There is never a chair out of place on his watch. The man keeps all his ducks in a single file row, and makes sure there's nothing wrong with them. He plans things out meticulously, always check and double checks that security is strong before departing anywhere, and he goes out of his way to search rooms thoroughly before anything important happens in them. The safety of the residents of the castle is his primary concern. There is no caution he will not take to ensure everything runs smoothly, but he's also careful with others. He keeps most people at arm's length, and chooses his words wisely when he needs to. This can be hard at times, especially because Deaglan is very blunt most of the time. He's careful enough that he knows when being blunt will help him, and when being blunt will harm him, though, and he tries to mind his manners around the King and Queen.

He is merciless, and people don’t dare make him angry. Once Deaglan starts fighting, it becomes hard for him to stop. He enjoys the thrill of the battle, and a secret part of him is out for blood; he’ll kill anyone and everything that gets in his path, and if he doesn’t keep himself under control, he is likely to lose it. No one knows this about him, however, because he does a good job keeping it locked away and hidden. He is careful not to let anyone know about his craziness, for he fears it might cost him the only thing he knows. It's a constant battle against the shadow within his eye, a battle the Deaglan is not certain he will win. Despite this, he manages to function normally and draws no suspicion to himself. He draws strength from his loyalty to the crown, keeping the growing darkness at bay just a little bit longer each and every day.

Aside from all his other traits, Deaglan is very set in his ways. Once he makes up his mind, there is no changing it (unless you happen to be his mother, or the Winter King and Queen). He will go to great lengths to make sure what he wants gets done, even if it means having to do it himself. He will get very hands-on, and works with each member of the Guard individually to help them improve their skills. He sticks to a strict schedule, only being flexible for requests from the Winter King and Queen, and once in a while his mother and Orion. He never accepts help, because no one can do his duties like he can, even when he’s feeling ill or injured.

Don't take him for a stick in the mud, though; Deaglan does enjoy himself. It's very rare, but he can be caught flirting with the servants once in a while, and will have days where he just seems... happier than normal. If you manage to catch him on his daily visit to the stables, you'll see a smile grace his face normally stony face. He's not all work and no play.





тнємє ₴оиg ::

“Thistle and Weeds” - Mumford and Sons


pо$тїиg cоlоя₴ ::


█ sky blue
█ silver
█ midnightblue


● Lady Meara ●



xx

[Melaeryn]

D e a g l a n ❊ C i a r a n ❊ G a g a r i n
Captain of the Winter Guard

Hello Darkness,
My old friend
I've come to talk to you again,
because a vision
softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping

❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋

"WHAT was THAT?" With a quick side step and a swift whack on the back with the flat of Darktooth, one of the newer members of the guard went down with a thud. He had attempted to lunge at the tall man, but it was clumsy and poorly timed. The man scratched his chin and stared down as the new recruit struggled to get up. He was worried about the safety of the royal family in the hands of these... idiots. Walking over to the dummy that the recruit was supposed to be protecting, the man lazily shoved his black blade through it. "I win. Again. Throwing yourself at me left the target wide open. All I had to do was a simple side step and I had already won. You need to work on your reaction and recovery times. You're very slow. Also, please keep an eye on what you eat. It's making you sluggish." The man ordered, waving the recruit away. The guy got up and scurried off, making the man chuckle. He 'sheathed' his sword (which involved it bursting into what appeared to be smoke and curling up around his arm), relaxing a bit and watching as he ran. It was kind of funny that the boy was afraid of him; he tried not to be TOO frightening. The people that really knew him found him rather pleasant to be around, even though he was blunt and had a problem with keeping his mouth shut. Granted, there were only two people who knew him that well, but that didn't mean he was completely unfriendly with everyone. He was friendly to the Royal family, and to a couple others in the castle.

With a sigh, the man, Deaglan, sat down next to the dummy and tried not to be anxious. He had taken it upon himself to work with each and every one of the guards for the Winter Palace, to make sure that they were the best they could possibly be. Recently, however, Deaglan was worried for the state of things. All of the fighters were going off to war and fighting on the front lines, leaving the castle with mediocre protection. These men were decent enough, and the trolls and ogres were very powerful, but if the Iron King managed to sneak a group around the fighting and managed to get his men to the castle, there would be a problem. The castle guards he was left with were not the brightest creatures, but then again, he was a man of tactics and planning. Deaglan liked having things organized. He liked having a plan, and so he made sure that there were battle plans in place in the event of his absence. Even thinking about it happening made Deaglan laugh a little bit, and he stood up. There was no need to worry about the safety of the castle. He loosened up a bit by stretching, trying to decide if he wanted to go look for another recruit or if he should return to the King. He decided one last training session wouldn't hurt anyone, so he headed back into the castle.


As he was strolling the castle, he was astounded that he could not find many of the castle guards where they should be. A look of questioning crossed his face, but the castle's shadows all around him whispered softly. "The king is departing, Amethyst Blade. You should see him off." they said, and a look of realization crossed Deaglan's face. That's where they all were, huh? They had to make sure they saw the king off. Some were going fight. Leaving the castle even less guarded than before. Picking up his pace, Deaglan made his way towards the main courtyard. The silence in the air always disturbed him, and he frowned slightly, listening to the soft whispers each shadow had for him. Nothing strange went on in the castle that the shadows didn't know about, and often times they would give him information that he would need to know. One of the shadows spoke to him again, but this time it was one of his personal shadows. "Deaglan, the castle shadows say that the King is to send you with the young Lord, to the front lines." It whispered into his ear. The front lines? Away from the castle? Well, of course he'd have to go. He had to protect the young master. He was not all that pleased, however, that he was leaving the castle to the oafs.

As he neared the door that led out to main courtyard, Deaglan looked down at himself. His armor was shining and polished, and he adjusted it slightly so that it hung properly. He wore armor that was rather similar to the rest of the soldiers and men of the castle guard, but there were a few subtle differences as well as the one big difference; his outfit also included a cape made out of a soft, light blue material. He would have preferred if he was wearing the same thing as everyone else, but he was the captain of the guard, and so he needed to look the part. He was not a fan of all that glittered, because he had not been raised that way. He often times had to be at fancy social gatherings and parties where he was required to dress up, and it displeased him greatly. He had grown up as a child with very little wealth, and was used to that lifestyle. His mother had been a simple woman, and Alec had not come from a well to do family, either. The man had much more of a talent for tolerating the things he did not like, however, and Deaglan did not. As he passed a mirror, he stopped and studied his reflection in the mirror. He wore an eyepatch, not unlike the king, but Deaglan's eyepatch was not because he was missing the eye underneath. His was to keep the shadow that dwelled in his eye from blinding anyone near by. He adjusted it so that it was straight and nodded to himself. His shadows swirled up around his face for a moment before retreating back under his clothes.

Once he deemed himself good enough to go see the king off, Deaglan walked towards the doors and opened them. There were soldiers and castle guard all lined up, standing there as Lord Ferver brushed off his son with an order to come find him. "Greetings, Lord Ferver, Lord Izotz. It seems there is no need to come find me, for I have found you." he said with a slight bow to the both of them. Deaglan had a great admiration for the King, and respected him as well, so he always remembered the manners. He held respect for the prince as well, who would one day take over his father's throne. Then, as he got closer, he gave the soldiers a nod; these men were going to fight, and unfortunately would most likely die, the army of Iron fey.

❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋

and the vision that was planted
in my brain
still remains
Within the Sound of silence.


Where am I, you ask? Well, I'm: At the Winter Palace
How am I feeling? Wouldn't YOU like to know: relaxed and calm, though slightly anxious
Who I'm with? That's none of your business: Izotz;; Ferver'ous
What I'm thinking? I don't like sharing my thoughts: 'Good men are leaving to fight and die. What a shame.'
My actions speak louder than my words: Greeting Ferver'ous and Izotz

ohoh

[Melaeryn]

"Keep t r y i n g, hold o n, and always, always, a l w a y s
→believe in ч σ υ я s ε ℓ ғ←
because if you don't, then who will, sweetie?
So keep your head high,
↑ keep your chin up, ↑
and most importantly,
◕ ◡ ◕ keep sмιℓιиɢ ◕ ◡ ◕
because life's a beautiful thing
and there's so much to sмιℓε about.”

ω ι ℓ ℓ ι α мxxв ℓ α к ε xxн ε и ∂ ε я s σ и xxxxxxxxxxxxxxღxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx The вεsт ƒяιεи∂

A boy with brown hair stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring at the hair that he could not, for the life of him, get to lay flat. He'd tried everything. Wetting it down, blow-drying it, he had even put hair gel in it. Letting out a heavy sigh, he admitted defeat and went to knock on his mother's door. After knocking three times, his mother was up and looking out the door at her son. "Babe, you look terrible. Let me help you." She said, leading him to her bathroom and fixing his hair. "Did you sleep well last night, Will? Maybe you should stay home." she commented, eyeing the bags under his eyes. William shrugged it off. "I'll be fine, mom. I can't skip today, I have a test in french." he said. The woman nodded, following Will a he got up. "Will that cute little friend of yours be coming over tonight? Oooh... what's his name? Ah! Chris. Will Chris be coming over tonight? I need to go shopping for dinner, so I need to know how many mouths I'll be feeding." Will blushed softly, shrugging as he walked to his room. "I don't know, mom. I'll ask him if he wants to come over and let you know."

Paranoid wasn't even the word to describe how William felt as he walked to school that morning. His mind was in many different places, and he felt nauseous every time he tried to sort it out. He had the growing feeling that he had forgotten something at home... but what was it? He had his lunch, his wallet, his backpack, and his cell phone. What more could he have possibly needed? Pushing the feeling to the side, Will focused on other matters. As he was walking, he was joined by a few of his fellow classmates. Most ignored him; that was okay with Will. The less attention, the better, because most of the time the attention he got was negative. They almost always included the phrases: "You're that freak's friend, aren't you?" or "What's wrong with you? He's nothing but trouble!" He ignored these people, and would always put in his headphones and listen to music. He was purposely rude to these people, because they were purposely rude to Chris.

Being Chris's friend was hard. It essentially alienated him from the rest of his classmates in a way, because "who in their right mind would associate with the freak, let alone be his friend?" Will did find it distressing at times when people would go out of their way to avoid him. He never showed it though, choosing to take everything like a man. But even through the trials he faced, Will still enjoyed Chris and his company. No one knew him like Will did; that came with the "Best Friend" title. Will knew there were still things that Chris probably kept from him, but that was all right. Chris'd tell him, in time. He didn't mind waiting. The point of the matter was that nobody messed with Chris without messing with Will first. It had been that way since the beginning of their friendship, and continued to be, because Will hated seeing his friend being made fun of. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Chris, aside from the fact that he had this weird fire thing going for him, and it irritated Will to no end to see how prejudice people were.

Thinking of Chris, Will pulled his phone out to see if he had any new messages. He didn't. He had tried contacting Chris many times the evening before, a couple times just to ask if he wanted to come over, and the other times because he had gotten a disturbing message from his parents, asking if he'd seen him. Not once had he bothered to reply to Will's texts or calls, and he had to find out from Chris's parents that Chris had spent the night at a friend from middle school's house. Will knew better, though. Something was going on, and Will would pry it out of Chris today if he had to. He did not enjoy the uneasy feeling in his stomach about this matter, and was worried his friend had gotten hurt. He'd ask, but he never knew if he was really NOT hurt, or if he was just telling him that to keep him from worrying. Will felt like it was probably a mixture of the two. The more he thought about it, though, the more worried he became. So instead of worrying about his friend's well-being, he decided to go over his flashcards for what would be on the french test. That's when he realized what he had forgotten.

"Damn it. Knew there was something I forgot."He mumbled, rubbing his face. He'd just cram a little before the test using the book. He felt confident in his ability to speak french, but Will had a slight problem with nervousness. When it came to tests, no matter how easy, Will would end up studying way more than he probably needed to. The fact that it was his note cards, and not his lunch, that he had forgotten at home made him more queasier than before. Will walked quickly into the school and over to his locker, unlocking it and throwing his backpack into it. Once he pulled out his books, the search for Chris began. He had to be here somewhere, right?

[Melaeryn]

D e a g l a n ❊ C i a r a n ❊ G a g a r i n
Captain of the Winter Guard

Hello Darkness,
My old friend
I've come to talk to you again,
because a vision
softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping

❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋

Deaglan glanced back at Izotz when the male began talking to him. The King was having him and the Izotz go to the front line, as the shadows had told him. The tone in his voice made Deaglan want to chuckle; Izotz, out of everyone in the castle, knew his father well enough to know that whatever the business the man was tending to, it wasn't purely for enjoyment. "I see. So he's off to somewhere... and we're to leave. All right." Glancing at the Palace, Deaglan frowned once more. He did not want to leave; but once again, he was reassured by the fact that there were plans set in place for these kinds of situations. Sighing to himself, Deaglan returned his attention to the matter at hand. Were they to ride horseback, or carriage? The carriage provided extra protection on all four sides, but horseback was much faster. They would probably travel horseback.

That's when he also noticed the princess. The shadows whispered to him about her all of the time, and he knew the girl was wary of him. Seeing that she was distressed, Deaglan offered her a kind smile. Strange things had been happening to her, or so the shadows told him. The ones that liked to stay in her hideout were the most informative, often telling him of the strange things that were happening to the poor little one, and what she told her companion about it. He had remembered the day she was found on the steps; one of the Guard came up and asked him what he was supposed to do with her, or as the guard called her, 'it'. Such idiots they were. He hoped that she would stop being as timid as she was around him; he wouldn't tell her secrets, unless she told him to. There were many things in the castle that he kept to himself, for there was no plausible reason for him to not.


When Izotz distracted him from his thoughts, he blinked once and nodded. "My Lord, I think it'd be faster and easier to travel by horseback." The tone in Izotz voice briefly reminded him of his father, but he did not say that out loud. He looked very tense, and Deaglan frowned slightly. As they began walking towards the horses, Deaglan thought that maybe a bit of advising was in order. "Lord Izotz, please do not take offense, but you may want to relax some before we arrive at our destination. If you're tense, the army will be tense."He hoped Izotz would not take take it personally, but if he was calm and not tense, then his men would feel the same, and for all intents and purposes, Izotz WAS their leader until the Winter King showed up. Of course, many of the men respected and listened to him as well, but when looking for the authority figure, that would be Izotz.

As they arrived at the horses, Deaglan walked over to one of them, sighing softly. It was a beautiful cream color, one that had as much of a soft spot for Deaglan as he did for her. As he reached out to stoke her mane, the mare nuzzled his hand, looking for a treat. Deaglan enjoyed horses (well, ALL animals, really), and would often come into the stables bearing delicious, orange carrots for each and every one of them. "I'm sorry, buddy. Not today. Maybe I can get you one later." he whispered to the mare, petting her mane for a moment. It pawed at the ground and Deaglan smiled slightly, glancing over at Izotz. "We should be off soon, My Lord. Are you ready to leave?" He asked him,
((WIP))
❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋

and the vision that was planted
in my brain
still remains
Within the Sound of silence.


Where am I, you ask? Well, I'm: At the Winter Palace
How am I feeling? Wouldn't YOU like to know: relaxed and calm, though slightly anxious
Who I'm with? That's none of your business: Izotz;; Ferver'ous
What I'm thinking? I don't like sharing my thoughts: 'Good men are leaving to fight and die. What a shame.'
My actions speak louder than my words: Greeting Ferver'ous and Izotz

ohoh


Amator Demoni




Wolfish Delights

[Melaeryn]

【 Deaglan x Mark x Clearwater 】
→ I am Sarcastic, Emotional, Gentlemanly, and Protective ←

↘ Member of Cheap Whiskey : : Male : : Twenty-two : : Homosexual : : The Lead Guitarist and Leader ↙

xxxxxxxx➙ Personality

First thing you should know about me. I am NOT stubborn. I never have been, and I never will be. I can be sarcastic, rude, and a bit of an a** at times, but that is only because of my childhood. How you are raised as a child reflects into your adult life, they say, and believe me when I tell you that I was raised to be an a**. I'm pretty sure they call it a defense mechanism. I'm very street smart, but I can be a gentleman when I need to be. Of course, most of these traits are a product of my childhood.

Next important thing you should know about me is that I am emotionally unstable. I'm working on it, and it's a whole hell of a lot better than it used to be, but it's still there. It's not like, mood swings, it's more of an always on the brink of breaking someone's nose kind of feeling. I used to keep to myself quite a bit, but I don't do that too much any more, because now I just write about it. Writing always makes me feel better. Guilt over what I had said still haunts me to this day, but I tend to ignore it. He hasn't thought about me. So I don't think about him, either. It's hard, though, and sometimes I let myself slip. I've gone on a few dates, but most of them ended with me leaving early. They weren't HIM. He's the only one I've really wanted, really cared for, and no matter how hard I try to forget about him, I just can't seem to. We were friends once; but now, those are just painful memories that I am trying to forget.

Now, I care very deeply for my friends. I'm sure everyone does. I protect my own, and as far as my band is concerned, they ARE my own. Ever since my brother died, I have turned to them for support, and they turn to me for support. We ARE a family, even if it isn't by blood. So that means if you mess with one of them, prepare for a walloping from me. Because I'm a guy who would beat the s**t out of ANYONE who laid a hand on my friends. Of course, they'd probably never LET me do that, because I'd probably end up getting thrown in jail, but I believe it's the thought that counts. Oh, and, I don't get angry often, but when I do, expect the worst. I don't take s**t from anybody, so don't even try to give me some.

xxxxxxxx➙ Biography

As a child, I grew up in the slums. My family had no money to speak of, as my father worked for a grocery store and my mom... well, my mom did some rather unsavory things. All for us kids, you know? We didn't have the money to afford nice things, especially because my dad was putting himself through college with whatever money he had left over. My brother Jacob and I were left to take care of ourselves while our parents worked nonstop, and let me tell you something. It was not fun. School was a torture chamber. Literally. No matter how hard my big brother tried to protect me, the bullies always found ways around him. They called us trash and beat the s**t out of my brother, and then me. Honestly? We were trash. or at least looked like it. The only escape from my pain was my music teacher. He knew what it was like, to be rejected by the people around you. I would go into his room between classes if I was having a particularly bad day in middle school, and I would play the piano. Soon, he started giving me guitar lessons. He would let me stay for as long as I liked, and I knew while I was in there, I would be safe.

When my brother moved up into high school, I became more vulnerable. I had one friend, my only friend, who defended me and tried as hard as he could to protect me. But he moved, and I was alone. The attacks got worse, and the sad part was that my parents didn't even notice most of it. But when they finally did see, things got better. My dad had finished college, and had a degree. He was going to be a lawyer, something he had always wanted to do. We moved up socially, and we moved away from the hell hole I knew as school. I can tell you right now, that my high school years were the best years of my life. I was no longer the bottom of the social food chain, and I even had some friends. My friend and I started up a band for fun, and named it Stone Vipers. We were pretty good, pretty good indeed. We had just one problem: there was no singer. On my way home from school one day, I passed a guy with a guitar. His face looked familiar, and upon meeting him, I recognized him. He had been my friend from elementary school. Maybe it had been fate that I had moved to the same city he was in, maybe not. But we made fast friends, and I invited him to join my band, an offer he didn't refuse.

Things went well, and I'm not gonna lie, he was attractive. We liked being in one another's company, and he was extremely talented. We wrote many songs together, and over the course of the next couple of years, I MAY have developed a LITTLE crush on him. Nothing major that I would ever bring to his attention. I kept to myself, mostly, watching him as he dated other people who were NOT me. Finally, he had a girl he seemed pretty serious about. She was pretty enough (though I do NOT have a thing for girls...), and she seemed friendly. She was all smiles and complements when he was around, friendly chit chat. The more time I spent with her, however, the more I realized that she was just an awful person. She ACTED like a good person ONLY when he was around. I avoided her, but she pursued me, trying to get me into her bed. Like I said before, I'm not a fan of women, and I shot her down. I wasn't going to sleep with my best friend's GIRLFRIEND. There was someone else's bed I'd have much rather been in. I didn't know all of what she told him, but from his angry messages and voicemails, I gathered that she had told him that I was coming onto her. I basically told him he was a dumbass. He knew I didn't have a thing for women (though he did NOT know I had a thing for him, I think), so why on EARTH would I try to sleep with her? But he believed her, and not me. His best friend. We had a huge argument, which ended with me telling him that I hoped the damn whore gave him herpes or something, and I hung up.

To make matters much, much worse, Jacob was killed in a car accident not long after. I had contemplated suicide and attempted it once. Obviously, it failed. I did get something good out of the ordeal though; new songs. I wrote some of the best songs ever during that time, and started doing vocals AND guitar. The group got a facelift; we ditched the lame a** name, and I came up with a new one. Cheap Whiskey got noticed. It was like a little ray of sunshine in my gloomy clouds. Things COULD get better, I told myself. They had to. So I began trying to heal. Trying to forget he ever existed. I probably won't ever be the same guy that I was back then, and maybe that's a good thing.

xxxxxxxx➙ Cheap Whiskey

Kaylee, the Caring drummer
Madison, the Overly-energetic "everything else"ist
Ezekiel, the Pleasant Bassist
Caleb, the Devious Pianist

[Melaeryn]

████████████xxᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀsɪᴄsxx███


N A M E :: Rosalie Marie Faenza
N I C K N A M E :: Rose
A G E :: Twenty-Three
G E N D E R :: Female
S E X U A L I T Y :: Pansexual
R A C E :: Gifted human (Italian)
O C C U P A T I O N :: Computer Repair Specialist

████████████xxᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇxx███


H E I G H T :: Five feet, three and a half inches
W E I G H T :: One Hundred and Fourteen pounds
E Y E C O L O R :: Ice Blue
H A I R C O L O R :: Black


detailed view

I'm kind of an oddity in my hometown. I look absolutely nothing like my parents, but I think that it's because of my magic. I really enjoy tattoos, and have them all over my body. My body is a canvas, and I have a friend who's enjoyed using it as such. I have this tattoo on both of my ankles, this tattoo on my back, this tattoo on just my left wrist, and this tattoo on both sides of my body. I've got my ears pierced twice, and no other piercings. My normal style is pretty casual, though for work I have to wear slacks and a white button-down shirt. If I had to classify the kinds of casual clothing I wear outside of work, I have to say that it's fairly feminine. I have a small sense of style, on account of the fact that when he met me, my best friend was horrified at what I was wearing and bought me an entirely new set of clothes.

████████████xxᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜxx███


L I K E S

☑ Technology (Video Games, Computers, Cell Phones... Anything she can manipulate)
☑ Reading
☑ Walking Downtown
☑ Music
☑ Winter
☑ Food
☑ Friendly People
☑ Plants/Gardening
☑ Dogs
☑ Night time

D I S L I K E S

☒ Talking a lot
☒ Sitting at home
☒ Rain
☒ Cats
☒ Strong Sunlight
☒ Chocolate
☒ Bossy People
☒ Negativity
☒ Chickens

F E A R S // W E A K N E S S E S

☐ Being Alone
☐ Stone/Earth (Being completely surrounded by it neutralizes her abilities)
☐ Water (Not to the point where she can't bathe, mind you)

T A L E N T S

■ Singing
■ Gardening
■ Writing

████████████xxᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀsxx███


BIOGRAPHY

"Life teaches you all sorts of things, Rose. You just have to be willing to listen." That was something my mother used to tell me all the time. I guess, looking back on it now, life has taught me a thing or two. Maybe, at the time, I had a hard time realizing what that was, but I see it now. I had a pretty rough childhood. Even from an early age, many of the people in my hometown looked at me like I was a freak or just flat-out ignored me and my parents. I couldn't help it that I was different! It's not like I ASKED for the powers I had, and as a child, I had often wished they would go away so that I could play with the other kids. Before I had been born, my parents were well liked by the community. After I was born... well, not so much. My mother taught me my first life lesson through our isolation, however: Positive thinking makes the future seem much brighter. Being ignored by your classmates is rough though, let me tell you. They were a bunch prejudice little jerks, but children can be and are brutally honest and cruel. If one of them DID speak to me, it wasn't words of kindness that came out of their mouth. I got into fights quite a bit in my early years, until I learned my second life lesson: there is strength in silence.

It wasn't until college that I learned my third life lesson. I finally grew up and left my home and all of those mean, nasty people behind. I was moving on to bigger and better places, with my parents' blessing. When I got there, it was everything I'd hoped it would be. I wasn't looked at funny, I wasn't ignored, I was SOMEONE. That felt good. People actually wanted to be my friend, and I wanted to be theirs. There's always a problem, however, with people like me. Once they found out what kind of person I was, they would take advantage of the fact that I would do anything for them. This is when I learned my third life lesson: a private heart is a protected one. I stopped being so outgoing, and soon I learned who were my friends and who were just using me. I locked up my heart, didn't let many people close, and by the end of college, I only had five friends that I could trust.

We all went our separate ways after we got our degrees (mine was in Computer Science), but I was unsure of where to go next. My best friend, a cute boy named Will, offered for me to come with him to New Haven. He had landed a rather nice job, and was looking for a room mate, and I seemed like the perfect person. Now I know what you're probably thinking. "Ooooh, she moved in with a BOY, huh? And a cute one, to boot!" Well, I'm here to tell you that it isn't like that. I am not his type. At all. Anyways, I moved to New Haven with him and secured a job at a computer shop, fixing all the broken computers people believe they need fixed. I'm really enjoying it here, because I blend in. I'm no longer the thumb at a finger party.

PERSONALITY

I, first and foremost, am a very quiet person. I don't talk much if I don't have to, preferring other methods of communication to get a point across. If I'm comfortable with you, however, this changes. I am very talkative to her Will (who is probably the only person I'm truly comfortable with), but that's about it. Trying to get me to tell you about myself is like trying to talk to a brick wall. I dislikes talking about myself, so it's a topic that I rarely have to deal with. I am a very private person in this aspect, choosing to listen, but not to speak. What is my life is MY life, not a book you'd read at story time, and I hold fast to this belief.

Aside from being quiet and private, I am extremely stubborn and independent. Once I have my mind set on doing something, there will be no stopping me. I can sometimes be irrationally stubborn, but I know when I'm wrong. I just don't like admitting it. I despise asking for help, because even if it's something that would normally require two people to handle, I would rather do it on my own. I'm not one for working with others. My opposition to working in a team is my greatest flaw, and I recognize this. I'm working on asking for help more often, but it is a slow and arduous process. Just because I don't like getting help from others does not mean I do not like having people around, however. I enjoy the company of others, even if I'm not talking to them. Being alone is frightening, because the shadows come out in the dark.

If you are my friend, be prepared for an undying loyalty. I will never betray my friends, and would do almost anything for them. This however, is a bit of a problem, because people had often used me in the past because of this. This is the reason I am a private person. The harder it is to get into your heart, the easier it is to know who your true friends really are. Despite the fact that I was surrounded by negativity in my childhood and have gotten used by some 'friends' in my later years, I still remain overwhelmingly optimistic. I always have, and always will be, one of the "Glass is half full" kind of people, as this is a trait that has been instilled in me since an early age by my mother.

POWERS

Technomancy is the ability to control and manipulate technology as one desires. This can be as simple as making an iPod go to the next song just by looking at it to as complicated as going into a computer and having it hack into the most secure institutions in the world. It also gives me knowledge in the operation and function of a computer, so I'm a whiz programmer and can build computers from scratch. More powerful Technomancers can 'dive' right into the computer, entering the virtual world subconsciously so that they can look for specific things themselves. I can not do this at the moment, but I have been practicing. A secondary skill that Technomancy brings to the table is a control of electricity.

Electricity manipulation comes as a secondary skill to Technomancers. Most technology runs on electricity, so if one can control the object, one can assume that they can also control what powers said object. I have a considerable amount of control over electricity. I can sense it's presence, and can channel it if need be, but I can not generate a large amount by myself. The most harm I can do is shocking someone using static, or make someone's day rough with a case of bad hair. But believe me when I say that sometimes that's all it takes. There's always room for improvement with these skills, and I'm working on making these the best they can be.

████████████xxᴇxᴛʀᴀsxx███


T H E M E :: David Guetta - "Titanium" Feat. Sia
Two Steps From Hell- "Star Fall"
S E C R E T S :: I put someone that I love into a coma. It was an accident. I was practicing moving my consciousness into my computer, and she touched me. I got distracted, and, well... her consciousness is now in my computer. She can travel between the pieces of technology that I possess, but I have yet to find a way to get her consciousness out of that state. This is why I can sometimes be seen talking to my tech. I'm not crazy, I swear!
C R U S H :: No way.
F R I E N D S :: Everyone, for the moment.
E N E M I E S :: Not really anyone, at the moment.
E X T R A S :: I call all of my technology Elizabeth, I have a variety of houseplants in my apartment, and I have a white Husky named Ghost. Oh, did I mention I can speak fluent Italian? Well, I can.


xX_MissToxicPrincess_Xxxxxxxxx

[Melaeryn]

D e a g l a n ❊ C i a r a n ❊ G a g a r i n
Captain of the Winter Guard

Hello Darkness,
My old friend
I've come to talk to you again,
because a vision
softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping

❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋

Once the stable boy was done preparing Izzy's stallion for travel, he quickly came over and prepared Deaglan's mare. As he was putting the saddle on, Deaglan offered the Prince a smile. It was an expression that few got to see, Izotz being one of them. "Well that's good. It distresses me to see you tense like that." Deaglan relaxed and chuckled, absently stroking his mare's mane. The Captain was very fond of the Prince, and frequently volunteered to be his guard on outings such as this one. He was an interesting person, and the first one the shadows he so frequently spoke to told him about. He enjoyed Izzy's softer personality, and knew that acting like his father was something that bothered the prince. "Although I must confess, I may be the one getting more tense. Leaving the castle so... exposed doesn't sit well with me." He told the Prince, glancing back at the Palace, his eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn't something he had ever discussed with the King, the battle plan for if the castle was attacked. It was assumed that one of them probably had a plan set in place, and Deaglan knew that he did. This knowledge did not ease his worried mind, however; maybe the company of the Prince could soothe the voices in his head. "What if the palace gets attacked and your plan fails, Amethyst Blade?." The small, sinister voice said to him. Deaglan frowned, trying to push it away. He knew that the voice belonged to the shadow residing in his eye, but the longer it resided there, the more accurately it could imitate his own voice, making him feel like he was going insane. It wanted things that Deaglan could not satisfy, and was always whispering into Deaglan's ear, putting unwanted thoughts into the man's mind. Deaglan tried many times to tell himself that he wasn't losing his mind, but the voice persisted, and the damned thing drove him nuts. 'It won't get attacked. Our defenses may be weaker, but they aren't weak enough that they wouldn't be able to hold off a siege.' he thought to himself.

When Izzy's voice made Deaglan finally noticed that his mare was ready for riding, a slight, flustered blush came across his face. He had been so caught up in arguing with the shadow (or was he arguing with himself?) that he hadn't noticed that the stable boy had finished. "Th-thank you." he replied quickly, mounting the mare as he tried to regain his composure. These little lapses in concentration and focus were making the man grow angrier and angrier. Somehow, he needed to get the shadow out of his eye without permanently blinding someone. Sliding a finger under his eyepatch, he rubbed his eye a bit, feeling the shadow move around under his eyelid. He could hear it let out a distressed hiss, and it wrapped itself around his finger for only a moment before shrinking back into his eye. If only Deaglan could grab a hold of it when it touched him, he could pull the damned thing out and be able to have the function of his eye again.

The two shared conversations frequently enough that Deaglan was pretty sure it was the only thing keeping him from completely freaking out. His drive to protect his friend and Prince overrode the shadow's whispered desires, and Deaglan was very grateful for that, but he was not sure how much he could tell the Prince. There was a line that Deaglan was very aware of, a line that the little voice in his head always told him to cross. How much could he explain about himself, about what he did, about what was going on in his head? The last thing he wanted was for Izotz to worry about him. He was still perfectly functional. The balancing act between friend and employee/employer was hard for Deaglan, and even though the two had been friends for some time, he still wasn't quite sure on how to handle the situation, which was an odd feeling for the Captain who was prepared for ANY kind of situation. So what was a Guard to do? Deaglan left it the way it was. If it isn't broken, why fix it?

Removing his hand from his eyepatch and grabbing the reigns, Deaglan looked over at Izotz. "Well then, we should probably get going, Lord Izotz." he said, relaxing a bit as he had the mare begin trotting forward. "Did you have a good morning, aside from seeing your father off?" He asked the Prince, trying to start up some sort of conversation to distract him from the doom that he could feel. He was glad that he was once again travelling with Izzy; the days began to feel monotonous in the castle, up until the more recent events. It had been hectic at the castle, and new recruits had came through the door almost every day. He had rarely had a chance to speak with the prince, so being able to speak to him without the ears of many people around was something that Deaglan was looking forward to.


❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋ ═━┈┈━═ ❋

and the vision that was planted
in my brain
still remains
Within the Sound of silence.


Where am I, you ask? Well, I'm: Leaving the Winter Palace
How am I feeling? Wouldn't YOU like to know: irritated and slightly anxious
Who I'm with? That's none of your business: Izotz
What I'm thinking? I don't like sharing my thoughts: 'Hopefully being able to speak with Izotz will make me relax a little...'
My actions speak louder than my words: Riding my mare.



OOC: ((Don't worry about it. I have plenty of things to keep me occupied. x3 Like video games. and other posts I need to write. o-e I hope this post is okay. ))




ohoh

[Melaeryn]

⇝Sis, you annoy me... but I still love you.⇜

Where am I? I'm: LOCATION
Who am I with? I'm with: COMPANY
How I'm feeling? I'm feeling: FEELING
What am I thinking? I'm thinking: THOUGHTS
What am I doing? I'm doing this: ACTIONS

xxxxxxx T h ex G o n z a l e zx T w i n sxxxxxxx

Text Goes Here~

xxxvvxx C e l i a x A n d x M e w - m e wxxxxxvv

Where am I? I'm: LOCATION
Who am I with? I'm with: COMPANY
How I'm feeling? I'm feeling: FEELING
What am I thinking? I'm thinking: THOUGHTS
What am I doing? I'm doing this: ACTIONS

⇝Abused and Alone... Don't leave me like that... EVER!⇜

[Melaeryn]

J c a c c c k c c ♠ c c S c p c a c d c e c s
"Nothing ventured... Nothing Gained."


Normal text is in grey in this format. "Speech should be crimson, and bolded in this format." Normal text is grey in this format. 'Thoughts should be crimson, and italicized in this format.' Normal text should be grey in this format. "If you have a pet, or a friend that is not played by others (Your NPC, like your character's father, mother, or something) their speech should be black and bolded in this format."

[Melaeryn]

Eregnir x|x Mornion x|x Talagan xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

вцт мо$т pёоplє call мє ... Holly




Ь a $ ї c ₴ xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Ї aм :: The Tavern Wench at The Purple Bottle Tavern
Tнaт ї₴ :: Full Forest Elf
Fґом :: The Wyld Wood
agє :: Three Hundred and Twelve
ыятнdaу :: May Twentieth
нєїgнт :: Five Feet and Six Inches
щёїgнт :: One Hundred and Twenty Pounds
єує cоlоґ :: Forest Green
нaїя cоlоґ :: Blonde
мaякїиg₴ :: One scar, down his right arm.
оґїёитaтюп :: Bisexual
$оцпd₴ lїкє :: Ryan Reynolds




Ї п т є я є $ т ₴ xxxxxxxxxxxxx

lїкё₴ ::

Plants
Nice people
Singing
Archery
Making Others Happy
Cooking
Warmth
Sunny, Breezy days
Deer
Cats
Drawing
Sweets

dї₴lїкё$ ::

Grumpy People
Sitting Idly
Dogs
Cold, Snowy days
Rain
Public speaking
Meat
Fighting
Apples
The Color Blue
Being used because of his kindness



fєaґ₴ ::

Achluophobia- Fear of darkness.
Brontophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning.
Hemophobia- Fear of blood


B a c к g я о ц и dxxxxxxxxxxxxx

нї₴тоґу ::

Eregnir (or Holly, as many people enjoy calling him) was born to two full-blooded Forest Elves, in a beautiful grove of flowering fruit trees. His parents, desperately hoping for a girl since they already had three other boys, were mildly disappointed when he was born, for they had already picked out the name Eregwen, which meant Holly maiden in their language. Instead, they changed the name so that it was more suitable for a male, deciding on Erengir. He became the favorite quickly of the family, and it was blatantly obvious. Unlike his brothers, Erengir had very soft features and a slender body, and seemed to be much more in touch with feminine side than his three older brothers. Whenever he would meet someone new, they would always ask his parents if she was promised to someone. For quite some time, Erengir actually wished he had been a girl, but now feels differently.

As he grew into a man and his features became slightly less feminine, it is worth noting that many people were surprised. He had been a male all along, and many didn't even realize it. His parents decided that it was time to start teaching him how to be more masculine. He couldn't be a woman, they told him. His father began trying to teach him how to fight, but Erengir would have none of it. A pacifist at heart, he refused to fight his father, refusing to even look at the blade that his father wanted him to take. The only weapon that his father could get him to hold was a beautiful bow made of mulberry wood. There was nothing Erengir couldn't do with that bow, so his father finally let the fighting thing go. If the boy was to be attacked, he would say, he would simply shoot them between the eyes, faster than one could blink. Not that Erengir would ever do this, however. He had made a moral code for himself, and in that code was that he would never kill another. This would turn out to be a grave mistake later in the future for the poor Forest Elf, but we'll get to that later.

As soon as he was old enough, his parents had him start looking for women. They wanted grandchildren from all of their sons. this was an act that he detested; the women that his parents were setting him up with were vain, spoiled creatures that did not deserve his time or his efforts. The more women he met, the less he liked them. They were plotting, devilish creatures who were difficult to understand. One day, however, his parents got it right. He met a lovely woman by the name of Laerorndis, and she was the loveliest woman he had ever laid his eyes upon. She was shy, and a timid little thing that was Erengir's first and only love. The two were married, and things went very well for the young couple. Their happiness was short lived, however, when the girl feel deathly ill. It was a dark time in Erengir's life, as he watched his young bride cough up blood and grow weaker by the day. As she took her last few breaths of life, she smiled at him and whispered "Never lose the smile on your face... and the happiness... in your heart, Holly. I will always be by your side... the song in the trees." And even though he was heartbroken, Erengir smiled for her. The memory of her smiling back as the forest took her back would always be his reminder that she had been happy, even if their time together had been short. This thought would comfort him for years to come, and would be the reason he kept on being happy.

For a long time, Erengir lived by himself in the home that he had lived in with Laerorndis. His parents came over to visit him once a day, to make sure he hadn't killed himself. His brothers often came over as well, just to check up on their youngest brother and make sure he was all right. On a day he knew his parents were going to come visit, he had been out in the forest, listening to the wind as it blew through the leaves on the trees. He had been running behind as he made his way home, but as he got closer and closer to the house, Erengir knew something was dreadfully wrong. when he got to his home, everything was quiet. The birds were not singing. The wind no longer rustled the leaves. A feeling of doom spread throughout him, and Erengir walked into his house, whose door was ajar, to find people beating his mother. His father had been knocked unconscious. It was all Erengir could do to get his mother's attacker off of her, but by then it was too late. Instead of lodging an arrow in the man's head the moment he saw him, Erengir's morals kept him from saving his mother.

For a month, Erengir mourned the loss of his mother. His father didn't speak to him, and his brothers stopped visiting. Somehow, it had been Erengir's fault. Erengir didn't hate his brothers, though; when bad things happened, people needed a scapegoat. That scapegoat just happened to be him. Erengir finally stopped mourning his loss, however, when Laerorndis came to him in a dream. She whispered of the happiness his mother felt, and that the woman wanted to see her son smile, just like she did. The dream shook him to his core. He hadn't had a dream about Laerorndis that was that vivid in a long time. Wishing to honor his mother's last request, the smile once again returned to his face. He lived like this for many years.

Erengir no longer had something to preoccupy his time with, so he went out in search of some form of employment. He tried a few different things, but nothing seemed to stick. He'd moved out of his home, because there were far too many memories that the elf did not want to carry around with him. He was homeless, jobless, and bored as hell. That's when he met Tavros. One night, Erengir decided to go have a drink or two at The Purple Bottle. It was all in good fun, of course. Erengir hadn't actually have thought that a few drinks would end up turning into getting a job. The Fuan had managed to get Erengir talking, and found out the predicament he was in (while he worked his charms worked on the poor elf, as well). Tavros offered him a job, to help him out around the Tavern. Against his better judgement, Erengir just could not turn the offer down. Working for Tavros is interesting if nothing else, and it keeps Erengir preoccupied. He gets to share his almost obnoxiously cheerful disposition with the patrons, most of the time putting smiles on their faces.


pєґ$оиalїту ::

Erengir is an extremely happy person. It isn't an act, he isn't trying to hide his true feelings, he's just happy. All the time. He is a very calm person, and you have to push his buttons in just the right way to get him to be angry, but his anger is so underwhelming that people have a hard time taking him seriously when he is upset. To get him angry, you'd have to say something negative or hurtful to him about his family or his late wife, neither of which he talks about much, so not many people know. He likes being helpful, and will always do work with a smile, even if he's in one of his rare, grumpy moods. He is very outgoing, and he knows the regulars well. He can recognize their faces, know what they want to order, and bring it to them. This makes them happy, which in turn keeps him happy, too. He has many people that he knows, but he's very wary of them, because he's often afraid he'll get used. That's the problem with nice people; they get taken advantage of. Erengir is aware of this most of the time, and doesn't let it happen. If he is your friend, however, he is extremely loyal to you. He does whatever it takes to make sure there's still a smile on your face, because he wants to share the happiness he knows with others, in hopes that they may one day find the same happiness in their life.

Eengir is extremely self-conscious about his appearance, especially the scar on his arm which he shows to no one, and that is very apparent in the outfits he chooses to wear when not working. They are normally longer sleeved, being made of a thin material in the spring and summer, and big enough that they don't cling to his body. He is not vain, and never has been, but he worries at what people think of him all of the time, even though he knows that it should not matter. He has a very low self esteem, which has always been present throughout his life and is something that he has tried very hard to change. He struggles with it, though, and hasn't quite fixed the problem. He dislikes it when people try to tell him that he's really not all that bad, because he does not believe them. He feels that quite a few people find his cheerfulness to be rather annoying, which is mostly untrue.

Despite his apparent lack of wanting a love life, Erengir is actually quite a romantic. He enjoys the thought flirting and being flirted with, eating a meal with someone, just the whole idea of love in general. He often finds himself daydreaming about doing these things with someone, but it has never even crossed his mind to actually try to do these things. Ever since the loss of his wife, he has not been able to get into any form of a lasting relationship. He doesn't sleep around, but he HAS tried finding a new person. No one has been able to live up to his relatively high standards, however, and so the elf remains alone.


тнємє ₴оиg ::

"Daydream" - The Lovin' Spoonful


pо$тїиg cоlоя₴ ::


█ saddlebrown
█ olivedrab
█ khaki


● xX_MissToxicPrincess_Xx ●



xx

[Melaeryn]

- - - - Discord - - - -
xx I ' m xx⇟xx H o w l i n gxx a t xx t h e xxm o o nxx ⇟
and sleeping in the xxmiddlexx of a
xxsxuxmxmxexrx A f t e r n o o n
Dxixsxcx☠xrx d
wxhxaxtx exvxexrxxdxixdx xwxexx d x o
To make you take our world away? ,
- - - - Discord - - - -
a r e xwxexyxoxuxrx pxrxexy xaxlxoxnxex?
Or are we just a stepping stone for taking back the throne?
Dxixsxcx☠xrx d
wxexwxox nx'xtxtxtxaxkxexixt xaxnxyxmxoxrxe
So take your tyranny away

A n t h o n yx M i c h a e lxS c o t t xxxxx↯
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Cynical Delinquent

Anthony had obviously come at a bad time. Before he had even knocked on the door, he could hear Khaani talking on the phone. He had contemplated just leaving; if Khaani was talking with someone, he wouldn't want to go to the Cafe with him. Anthony listened a little more closely, feeling slightly guilty for listening, but he wasn't disappointed. Whoever it was that Khaani was talking to was making him embarrassed. The familiarity in Khaani's voice made Anthony a little jealous. Part of him wanted Khaani to sound like that when they talked, but he had to tell himself that he didn't. Letting people in was dangerous. He didn't want to be like his mother, alone, crazy, and paranoid as ********. If keeping people out of his life would protect him from that, then so be it. Anthony, however, found himself doubting his resolve as he listened to Khaani's conversation with the mystery person. "It's not like that. He's just - we're not-" What was he denying? You know what he's denying, you fool. They're talking about you. Anthony's curiosity got the best of him, and he strained to hear what was said next. Whatever it was, it seemed to get a response from Khaani. Anthony chuckled to himself, waiting for Khaani to respond. Judging by what he said, they obviously didn't believe a word he was telling them. "All right, but it isn't like that! We're just friends!" He was being very defensive, though the sentence did make Anthony feel weird. Just friends. Of course they weren't anything more than that. So why did he care so much that Khaani had said that?

When the voice had asked him what Anthony's name was, Anthony had knocked. He was done listening to the conversation. "How long you gonna keep me waiting?" He called in, hearing Khaani end the call in the most abrupt way possible. It made him chuckle; he knew he'd been caught in the middle of that phone conversation by Anthony. Anthony leaned against the door frame, using his arm to prop himself up, and waited as Khaani came over to open the door. "My, Khaani. What red ears you have." He said, amused greatly by the blush that engulfed the entire elf's face. He lifted his hand up and stroked one of Khaani's ears, watching for his reaction."Who were you talking to that made your face get so red? Sounded like they were teasing you pretty hard." He observed Khaani's face and posture, taking in the sight of him when his feathers were ruffled. A lazy smile spread across his face in response to the elf's, and he nodded. "I suppose I am NOW. I got my one phone call from my mother over with for the day." Anthony made a face. It hadn't been a good phone call, really, and part of him felt kind of guilty for being mean to her. "I hope you never have to meet her." He told him with a nod. "I'm going to head down to the Cafe, if you're interested in coming." Pfft. You wouldn't have left. "And I was thinking that we could work out after, if you're up for it. I'm starting to get out of shape." It wasn't completely a lie; he hadn't worked out in ages, mainly because he enjoyed having someone to work out with.

Anthony turned on his heel, striding towards the elevator. "If you want to come, don't fall behind, because I'm don't wanna wait for you much longer." He said, running a hand through his hair and adjusting his glasses a bit. Of course Khaani would follow; that, Anthony was certain of. He stopped and hit the elevator button, his mind sudden buzzing with a million different thoughts. Khaani had told whoever it was that he was talking to that they were only friends. Is that really what they were? JUST friends? Or were they something... more? Something ELSE? No, of course they weren't. He didn't mean anything to Khaani. No. Never. Khaani didn't mean anything to him, either. His face twitched irritably. Why was he even thinking these things at all?


(( gonk This post makes me sad...))

[Melaeryn]

"Keep t r y i n g, hold o n, and always, always, a l w a y s
→believe in ч σ υ я s ε ℓ ғ←
because if you don't, then who will, sweetie?
So keep your head high,
↑ keep your chin up, ↑
and most importantly,
◕ ◡ ◕ keep sмιℓιиɢ ◕ ◡ ◕
because life's a beautiful thing
and there's so much to sмιℓε about.”

e ʀ e и ɢ ι яxxм σ я и ι σ и xxт α ℓ α ɢ α и xxxxxღxxxxxxx The тαveʀи ωεиcн

...Bxuxtxx yxoxu xxcxaxnxx cxaxlxlxx mxexx Hxoxlxlxy.

After filling both of his baskets (and his tummy, too), Holly decided it was time to go back to the tavern. Sighing happily, he picked up the baskets and walked his way through the forest, keeping an eye out as he did so. He had met someone once before, and always kept a lookout for the man. They had greeted one another on occasion, and so he always remembered to keep an eye out for him. Observing the calm around him, Holly listened closely for his friend, but heard nothing but the birds singing happily. Stopping to grab a handful of berries, he held them out in the palm of his hand to see if he could coax a bird to come join him for a moment. He stood perfectly still, and sure enough, a bird landed in his hand, eating the berries that Holly had offered to them. A small smile crossed his lips as he watched the bird eat a couple berries and fly off. He longed to be able to fly. It would give him a different perspective of the world. He had often wondered what it would be like to look down upon the trees of the Wyld Wood, to feel wind beneath wings that he would never have. These were all daydreams, of course. He'd never have them, a fact that he had accepted long ago.


Once his feathered friend had departed, Holly once again began his walk to the Tavern. He hummed a cheerful tune, bobbing his head back and forth to the tune. It was a melody that his beloved had sang when she was baking, a song of her own creation, and it always brought a pleasant smile to his face. She had made the best bread, and she had once told him that it was because when she was singing, she was relaxed and didn't focus on measurements so much. "The more relaxed you are, the more you want to experiment. This means that you are more flexible with the ingredients, and sometimes, the bread just works." He could remember the words perfectly, and while they were corny, he enjoyed the story that the song had. He stopped humming, seeing the words in his head, and began to sing the lyrics. His voice was clear and strong, a rich, luscious tenor that he had been praised on so many times.

"Walking through the forest,
feeling the warmth of an endless summer,
I met a boy who was on a quest.

With some flowers in his right hand,
and some berries in his left,
he said, "You're the fairest in this land."

While he was a kind and sweet lad,
I had to let him down gently
and the look on his face made me sad.

But I had someone waiting for me
(with a smile on his face, no doubt)
the only man my heart would see.

In the end, the boy found love
a person to share his heart with
and here I am, happy and healthy
with a man who's a gift from above."

As he sang his merry song, he grew closer and closer to the tavern. It had steadily gotten darker, and he realized it was time to open for business. The time had once again slipped away from him; it was really that late all ready? Hurrying to the door, Holly quickly opened it and peered inside. Tavros still wasn't there; did he expect Holly to manage the tavern all by himself? He headed in, sitting the baskets on the bar, and began flipping the chairs quickly before depositing the berries in the back. Okay; everything was ready for opening, and just in time. Patrons began entering the tavern, and Holly's job truly began. With a smile, the Elf would greet each and every patron with a friendly hello and would then inquire about food and drink.

He didn't have to do this with the regulars, of course. He knew them intimately almost, knowing exactly what they'd order. Walking up to an iron fey he'd seen many times, Holly smiled brghtly. "Good evening, Yorick! The usual?" He asked the male, who nodded and returned his smile, chuckling softly. "You are always so cheerful, Holly, despite the war that's going on. What's your secret?" He asked him, and Holly grinned. "I find something that makes me happy, and whenever I feel down, I think about it. It never fails to make me happy." Yorick nodded, looking thoughtful, and Holly went and got his drink. Holly enjoyed seeing the tavern come to life in the evening, even though all his hard work cleaning during the day was usually ruined before the night was over. Holly didn't mind, however, because it gave him something to do. He had grown weary of free time, and now that he was working at the tavern with Tavros, he didn't have much free time.





Where am I, you ask? Well, I'm: How silly of you to ask! I'm going to be at the tavern, it's open!/color]
How am I feeling? What a silly question! I'm: relaxed and happy
Who I'm with? Well, currently I'm with: The patrons at the Purple Bottle Tavern
What I'm thinking? I suppose I could tell you...: 'Yorick wants the usual... the couple across the room want something strong to drink... That dwarf sitting by himself wants something sweet....'
My actions speak louder than my words: Serving the patrons at the tavern, silly!





OOC:[[figured I'd quote everyone who is going to be/already is at the Tavern.]]

[Melaeryn]

❝Music is the strongest form of magic.❞

▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀
BASIC INFORMATION,

Ｎａｍｅ ⇒ Lily Ann Beaumont


Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ⇒ Female


Ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ ⇒ March 22nd


Ａｇｅ ⇒ Eighteen



PHYSICAL DETAILS,


Ｈｅｉｇｈｔ ⇒ 4' 9"


Ｗｅｉｇｈｔ ⇒ One Hundred and Two Pounds


Ｓｅｘｕａｌ Ｏｒｉｅｎｔａｔｉｏｎ ⇒ Pansexual



PERSONAL INFORMATION,


Ｌｉｋｅｓ ⇒ Sweets
Fruit
Music
Singing
Art
Gardening
Dancing
Reading
Warmth
Animals


Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ ⇒ Sports
Meat
Silence
Dogs
Carrots
Masks
Mean People
Fighting


F e a r s ⇒ Fire
Spiders
Dogs
Dying
Heights


C r e a t u r e T y p e ⇒ Lily is a rare "Cantando Flor" Faerie (Literal translation: Singing Flower)


Ａｂｉｌｉｔｉｅｓ ⇒ -Flying! Lily is a skilled flyer, and she can reach some pretty high speeds. Her wings are delicate, though, so she has to be careful not to run into things. She can fly fairly high, but you'll never see her do that.

-Plant & Animal understanding! Lily, on account of being a Singing Flower faerie, can speak to and understand plants and animals.

-Plant manipulation! Lily can control plants. She can use this ability for combat, making plants grow twice their size, sometimes bigger, and having them fight for her.

-Vocal Manipulation (Singing or Speaking)! Lily can use her voice to do a variety of things, like putting someone to sleep, getting out of sticky situations, attracting someone to her, mimicking, and make one's ears bleed. This skill takes a significant amount of energy, however, and she doesn't do it often.

-Glamour! It only works on her wings, making them invisible to the naked eye.

-Faerie Dust! Every fae has faerie dust. With her dust, she aid a plant's growth and make herself small.


Ｗｅａｋｎｅｓｓｅｓ ⇒ -Fire! It causes her to freeze up.

-Iron! It's every faerie's weakness. If her skin comes into contact with a large amount of iron, or she gets scratched by any kind of iron, it is deadly to her.

-High Pitched Noises! They disrupt her vocal waves, making her vocal manipulation ineffective.


Ｗｅａｐｏｎ(s) (if apply) ⇒ Everyone has a backup plan, and Lily's is a bow and arrow.



BIOGRAPHY,


Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ⇒ Holly is an extremely happy person. It isn't an act, she isn't trying to hide his true feelings, she's just happy. All the time. She is a very calm person, and you have to push her buttons in just the right way to get her to be angry, but her anger is so underwhelming that people have a hard time taking her seriously when she is upset. To get her angry, you'd have to say something negative or hurtful to her about her family or her deceased love, neither of which she talks about much, so not many people know. She likes being helpful, and will always do work with a smile, even if she's in one of her rare, grumpy moods. She is very outgoing, and enjoys meeting new people. She has many people that she knows, but she's very wary of them, because she's often afraid she'll get used. That's the problem with nice people; they get taken advantage of. Lily is aware of this most of the time, and doesn't let it happen. If she is your friend, however, he is extremely loyal to you. She does whatever it takes to make sure there's still a smile on your face, because she wants to share the happiness she knows with others, in hopes that they may one day find the same happiness in their life.

Lily is extremely self-conscious about her appearance, especially the scar on her back which she shows to no one, and that is very apparent in the outfits she chooses to wear. She always makes it an effort to look her best, and are usually girly and often times white, but her back is never revealed to the rest of the world. She is not vain, and never has been, but she worries at what people think of her all of the time, even though she knows that it should not matter. She has a very low self esteem, which has always been present throughout her life and is something that she has tried very hard to change. She struggles with it, though, and hasn't quite fixed the problem. She dislikes it when people try to tell her that she's really not as bad as she thinks, because she does not believe them. She feels that quite a few people find her cheerfulness to be rather annoying, which is mostly untrue.

Despite her apparent lack of wanting a love life, Lily is actually quite a romantic. She enjoys the thought flirting and being flirted with, eating a meal with someone, just the whole idea of love in general. She often finds herself daydreaming about doing these things with someone, but it has never even crossed her mind to actually try to do these things. Ever since the loss of her beloved, she has not been able to get into any form of a lasting relationship. She doesn't sleep around, but she HAS tried finding a new person. No one has been able to live up to her relatively high standards, however, and so the Faerie remains alone.



Ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ⇒ Lily was born to two full-blooded Faeries, one a Flower Fae and one a Musical Fae, in a beautiful grove of flowering fruit trees. Her parents, desperately hoping for a boy since they already had three other girls, were mildly disappointed when she was born, for they had already picked out the name Sage. Instead, they changed the name so that it was more suitable for a female, deciding on Lily. She became the favorite quickly of the family, and it was blatantly obvious. Unlike her sisters, who were only Flower Fae like their mother, Lily had both of her parent's attributes, and seemed to be much more in touch with her musical side than her sisters were. For her to have the abilities of both a Musical Fae and a Flower Fae was unheard of; normally, a faerie was one or the other, not both. Many people found her strange and exotic, and for quite some time, Lily actually wished she had been just a flower faerie. She now feels differently.

As she grew older, Lily became a beauty. With her long, pink hair and her big, turquoise eyes, she had many suitors come to her door. Faeries were paired off when they turned 14, but Lily already had many a male interested in her, and she was only 12. She shot every single boy that vied for her affection down, telling them that they were silly if they thought she'd promise her hand to one of them two years before she had to. Her parents, not wanting to promise their most treasured daughter to a male faerie, moved and disguised her as a human. As she attended a human school for the first time, she stood out like a sore thumb. Who had naturally pink hair like her's? No one. She had to tell the humans that she dyed it pink, otherwise they'd grow suspicious. Eventually, she became rather popular. She had many friends, though she was often used by some because of her happiness and caring heart. Lily had a best friend named Jacob, and the two were inseparable.

With her strange beauty and her amazing singing voice, she was once again surrounded by males that wanted her. Jacob did her best to scare the males away, but showed no interest in pursuing Lily herself. The more time they spent together, the closer they became, until Lily realized one day that there was no way they could continue like they were. Admitting her feelings to him, she found that he also felt the same way, but was afraid that she didn't. The relationship the two had was strong, and no amount of sabotaging that the other human girls could come up with could separate the two. Those were the best two years of her life. She had never known happiness until she had found it in his arms, and she wanted nothing more than to promise her hand to him. He was not a fae, though, so she could not. Lily knew that she would have to tell Jacob what she was, but she just could not bring herself to. She was afraid of what he would think, but she regrets not telling him.

A week before her eighteenth birthday, Lily's world fell apart. They were on their way to a movie when they were struck by a drunk driver, driver's side. She was unharmed, but Jake had suffered fatal wounds. As he took his last few breaths of life, he smiled at her and whispered "Never lose the smile on your face... and the happiness... in your heart, Lily. I won't ever leave you..." Something broke inside Lily for just that moment, and she lost herself. Roots shot from the ground, making a solid wall around her, and she let out a scream so piercing that it made everyone in the direct vicinity's ears begin to bleed. When she regained control and made the wall of roots go away, the humans freaked out, chasing her out of town.

She didn't get to attend his funeral, but Lily knew that even though he was no longer on the earth, he was still with her in spirit. She regained herself, and her happiness, just for him. She could no longer stay near the humans, though, shunned by a prejudice race. She went out and hid in the forest, among the trees, hoping that she'd be able to return once things settled down, but knowing that she most likely would not, and that they could be looking for her, hunting her down, thinking she was the cause of Jacob's death. That's when the letter arrived, falling out of the sky, with no birds in sight. It startled and confused her, and she did not look at it for a while. How did someone get a letter to her? How did they know she was out here? None of this made sense. But finally, she opened the letter... and, well, here we are.


M i s c. ⇒ -The giant scar Lily has on her back is from the car accident she was in. It did not injure her wings, which she still keeps hidden.

-Lily has a cat as a companion; he is black, with a lightning bolt shaped patch of white fur on his back. His name is Zeus.



THE PUPPET MASTER,

Ｕｓｅｒｎａｍｅ ⇒ xX_MissToxicPrincess_Xx

[Melaeryn]

✸ ❀ ♬xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLily Ann Beaumont

The Singing Flower~

Sitting on a fairly nice boat, a girl with long, pink hair gazed out at the fog, in the direction where she thought the island they were approaching was. She looked rather melancholy, with her chin resting on her hand. The isle looked rather foreboding, with the heavy fog surrounding them. She could feel it in her wings; a storm was coming. Certainly not for the first time this trip, the girl regretted accepting the offer to come to the island, wishing that she had stayed in the bright, cheerful, welcoming atmosphere of the forest. Trees weren't scary. The trees were her friends, telling her many a story and it helped her relax after the first few days living in the forest outside of the city she had been ostracized from. Her parents had come out to convince her to come home, but she couldn't. The humans had chased her out, so gone she would stay, not that she minded. The human world was no place for a Faerie, this she had come to terms with when she had safely made it out of the city limits. "I'll just have to make due with what I have, and hope for the best."She said out loud, to no one in particular.

Standing up and stretching, the girl stumbled a bit as the boat hit a rather rough patch of water. Quickly sitting back down, she peered out over the water again. They were getting closer to shore; she could feel the plant life radiating of of the isle strongly. This feeling alone was enough for her to push her second guesses behind her, for as long as there was nature, she could be happy. leaning back into her seat, she closed her eyes and took a nap. Her dreams were filled with Jacob, like always, sitting beside her, talking to her, making her laugh. He'd run his fingers through her hair, or watch the clouds, or tell her how lovely it was in heaven. He never actually communicated with her, but she believed and wished that he was there, and hoped that Heaven was a far better place than this world. So her mind would always imagine him, and it kept her happy. Real life sucked pretty bad, but her dreams made it worth it, because Jacob always told her that it would get better.

She supposed he was right.

Her large bag, which was sitting next to her, moved and grumbled a bit. Waking up, she opened one eye and peered at the bag, listening to her cat, Zeus, complain. Unzipping the top so he could poke his head out, the big, black tom poked his head out and gave her the evil eye. ("Traveling in a luggage bag is not the most enjoyable experience in the world, Lily." ) He grumbled, climbing onto her lap and curling into a ball. Lily traced his lightning bolt and smiled, hugging the grumpy tom cat. He hissed and wiggled, but as she continued hugging him, he gave in, a pissed off look on his face. Lily giggled, kissing the top of his head. "Oh, Zeus. Stop whining."

Where am I, you ask? Well, I'm: On a Motherf***ing boat!
How am I feeling? What a silly question! I'm: Pretty happy, but nervous too.
Who I'm with? Well, currently I'm with: The people on the boat
What I'm thinking? I suppose I could tell you...: 'I can not WAIT to get there!'
My actions speak louder than my words: Riding a boat, probably looking crazy as I talk to my cat

[Melaeryn]

☾ ¢αяιηg ♕ ρяιη¢єѕѕ ☽ tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab tab

xxxxxxxxxx ♔ Ｂ Ａ Ｓ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ xx

вιятн ηαмє
tab tab Julius Anthony Granderson
ηι¢кηαмє
tab tab Just Julius. Some people call me Princess Bunny to tease me.
тιтℓє
tab tab The Caring Princess, of course.
ѕρє¢ιєѕ
tab tab A Rabbit Hengeyokai (human/animal hybrid)
αgє
tab tab Sixteen
gєη∂єя
tab tab ☑ Male
tab tab ☐ Female
ѕєχυαℓιту
tab tab I am Bisexual
ιηтєяєѕт
tab tab No! Don't be silly.
gяα∂є
tab tab I'm a Sophomore.
ωєαρσηѕ
tab tab I have a boomerang. Does that count?

xxxxxxxxxx ♔ Ｃ Ｈ Ａ Ｒ Ａ Ｃ Ｔ Ｅ Ｒ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｉ Ｃ Ｓ xx

ℓσνєѕ
tab tab Being Outdoors!
tab tab Running.
tab tab Carrots are something I love.
tab tab My friends.
tab tab Decorating! I know it sounds silly, but I LOVE decorating things.
tab tab Did I mention that I LOVE strawberries? Oh yes, they're lovely.
ℓιкєѕ
tab tab Rabbits, of course.
tab tab Drawing. I'm fairly good with a pencil.
tab tab Music, but doesn't everyone like music?
tab tab Fruits and Veggies!
tab tab Dressing up in nice clothes
∂ιѕℓιкєѕ
tab tab Snobby people
tab tab Heights. Ew.
tab tab Loud noises.
tab tab Crowded rooms.
tab tab Meat.
нαтєѕ
tab tab Water. I can't swim very well.
tab tab Large birds. They eat rabbits like me!
tab tab Being picked on. It happens.
tab tab Cats and Dogs. And things that chase me (not that they'd EVER be able to catch me, but still.)
tab tab Rejection.
тαℓєηтѕ
tab tab Well, being a hengeyokai, I have three different forms. A human form, a hybrid form, and an animal form. As you can image, these are helpful as a means of escape, and an effective way to hide. I can turn into any at will, though the times you'll see me in my hybrid form are few and far between.

tab tab Along with my forms, I have all the senses and stuff of a rabbit, too! My ears are REALLY sensitive, and my sense of smell is good, too. My legs are super powerful, so I can run really fast and jump really high. I'm light on my feet, and I'm constantly aware of my surroundings.

tab tab I'm really perceptive. I know before anybody else if something is the matter with one of my friends. It kind of sucks sometimes, because they don't want me knowing about those things, but I can't help if I notice the small but important changes in behavior that they have! It's almost like I'm an Empath. Sort of. But really, I'm just really observant.

ωєαкηєѕѕєѕ
tab tab I am seriously deathly afraid of large birds. Or anything with wings. Or feathers. I am not a large, scary bird kind of guy, but that isn't my fault. When you're a wee little bunny and don't know any better, those big scary birds can scoop you right up! If it hadn't been for my dad and his boomerang, that evil creature would have eaten me.

My being able to shift between forms DOES have a cooldown, and it takes a significant amount of energy for me to do so. I'm working on building up my stamina, I am! But I'm stuck in whatever form I shift into for 5 minutes.

I am told that I am painfully shy. I'm trying to be a little more outgoing, but it's hard to go against your nature! It often keeps me from making friends, unless someone is persistent enough to get me to warm up to them.

If someone pets my ears, it gets me to relax. While this is a good thing when I'm frightened and someone wants to soothe me, if anybody who wanted to take advantage of my found out, it'd be very, very, VERY bad.

xxxxxxxxxx ♔ Ｐ Ｅ Ｒ Ｓ Ｏ Ｎ Ａ Ｌ Ｉ Ｔ Ｙ xx

tab tab Me? Why would you want to know about ME? I'm just a sophomore. Wouldn't you rather talk to Aiden? No? Oh, all right. If I must. I'm part of the student council, so you'd think that I'd be welcoming, with smiles and an outgoing personality. You're wrong. I DO smile and am pretty friendly, but I am CERTAINLY not an outgoing person. I have this problem. I'm painfully shy, which makes it hard to make a lot of friends. I don't stutter or anything, I just don't talk. It's not because I'm snobby or rude, but because I can't bring myself to say hello. If someone tries hard enough, I'll open up, but for the most part, I struggle. It's not that I don't like other people, honest. I like my school, and it's students. Everyone's pretty nice to me, and I would absolutely HATE seeing any of them get hurt, but when you came from a different school, where you were constantly bullied, you'd probably have a hard time talking to people, too. Being shy has it's perks, though. I see everything, because people mainly ignore me (which isn't their fault; when you're shy and quiet, sometimes people forget you're there).

I was confused at first as to why my peers elected ME, the boy who never spoke to anyone, to the council, but someone explained it to me. It was because I cared. I love my friends with all my heart, and I love my school with all my heart. Even though I don't speak as much as I'd like to, I care about them all. Because I am so perceptive to other people and their emotions, I know when someone's hurting, and even though I struggle with my shyness, I always manage to say something to try to cheer them up. I guess you could say that a person in need brings me out of my shell. People say that I am very kind, and I can usually make them smile. I like that. I don't like seeing anyone sad, or hurt, or anything! My goal is to make my school and it's students as happy as I can, even if it's only a little. It's sort of a problem though, because I can be a little TOO nice. I end up letting people walk all over me, or use me to their advantage. People are helping me work on that, trying to teach me how to get a backbone. It's difficult, though, because I don't like confrontation. I'm a people pleaser through and through, and would much rather give people what they want than tell them no.

xxxxxxxxxx ♔ Ｂ Ｉ Ｏ Ｇ Ｒ Ａ Ｐ Ｈ Ｙ xx

tab tab As a small rabbit, I grew up in Ireland. My species is not native to the country, originating in Australia, but my parents had moved away from Australia because my dad found employment elsewhere (elsewhere being in Ireland). He was in big business and stuff, and he was offered a really nice position. The beautiful lands of Ireland were kind to me and my family, and my dad taught me everything I know there. He taught me how to do a variety of things, and my mum taught me how to sketch and draw my feelings. She was an interior designer, which I think is where I got my love of decorating. The two of them did a good job teaching me everything you learn in pre-school through fifth grade. I wasn't allowed to go to a regular school, because when a Hengeyokai is young, they do not possess the ability to turn into their human form. They are stuck in their hybrid form until the age of ten. My parents were smart, though, and my dad was a great teacher. I idolized him and his boomerang. I wanted nothing more than to be just like him when I got older, but now I honestly don't see that happening. He was a very outgoing person, and could make friends with anyone he met. I'm not like that, but oh well.

Anyways, when I hit the age of ten and could make myself look like a human, my mum and dad shipped me off to school for the first time. I was excited to go, to get to meet other kids my age. They put me in fifth grade, because even though he had TAUGHT me all I needed to know, my father wanted me to get some social experience. Let me tell you though, ten year olds are mean. They found many different reasons to pick on me. They made fun of my white hair, made fun of my markings (which I couldn't hide), and made fun of my height. I was a small child. I didn't make many friends there, so I kept to myself. I was always there when someone was upset or hurt, trying to make them feel better, but nobody was there for me. To avoid the other students, I'd spend recess drawing. I drew pictures of my dad (in his hybrid form, of course, because that was the only form he used when he was at home), or of myself, or of rabbits, or of the landscape. One day, in seventh grade, one of my classmates stole my notebook, looking at the pictures. He called me a freak, drawing my family and myself with rabbit ears. I couldn't defend myself, because I wasn't allowed to tell anyone about who I was, so I became known as the "Wittle Bunny Wabbit Boy". I had never been more ashamed of who I was than I was at that moment. They talked to me like I was a baby, like I was stupid. So I just stopped talking to people.

The one time I defended myself, in eighth grade, I told the guy to go bother somebody else. I told him that he was only picking on me because he felt bad about himself, so he punched me, and then laughed at me. When my dad found out about what was going on at school (which wasn't by choice, I'll have you know. I tried to hide it from him, but seeing as how I came home with a black eye too dark to cover up, you can see how he'd wig out a little), He made me stay home for a couple days. That was the LAST thing I wanted, because I knew that if I went back, they'd tease me for not being able to 'man up'. I didn't want to give them more fodder. Instead, my father finished teaching me what I was supposed to be learning the last few weeks of school, and when my freshman year rolled around, they shipped me to Ethel Academy. He had told me that things would be different, that I could be myself, and no one would make fun of me for it. I didn't believe him, of course. I had just spent the four most horrible years of my life with a bunch of kids who verbally abused me. To give me strength, my father gave me his boomerang.

He was right, of course. My father's always right. Nobody made fun of me, and there were people there that weren't human! But try as I might, I could not bring myself to really initiate a conversation with anyone. I gained a couple friends, of course, because there are people that are just friends with everyone, but the only time I ever initiated anything was when I saw someone who was hurting. There are people who are just good at reading other people's emotions, and I happen to be one of them. When all you do is sit back and observe, not WANTING to attract attention, you notice things. Changes in behavior, changes in mood... and whenever I saw that, I'd always go over and say something nice. Even in the worst of days, getting a complement can really brighten it up. Sure, people still called me bunny, but it wasn't in a nasty, malicious way. It was more like a pet name, to be honest.

I got quite the reputation around campus. Nobody noticed I was there, really, until I gave someone a complement. I was called the Sunshine Ninja by the people who didn't know my name (there were a LOT of people who didn't know my name freshman year), but eventually they figured it out. When it came time for the student body to elect a new Council, someone had entered my name in the ballot. When word got around that it was ME who was the Sunshine Ninja, I got voted to the council. I had no idea why at the time, but I guess I do now. Nobody calls me Sunshine Ninja anymore, mainly because it sounds silly, but a lot of people call me Princess Bunny. And honestly? I don't mind.

xxxxxxxxxx ♔ Ｎ Ｏ Ｔ Ｅ Ｓ xx

ησтє o1.
tab tab He has markings all over his body that stay there, no matter what form he's in. It's a red stripe. They glow when he's shifting.
ησтє o2.
tab tab He's fairly skinny, and of average height for a boy his age.
ησтє o3.
tab tab There's scars on his torso from when a rather large bird caught him at the age of 11.




☾ Lady Meara ☽
tab tab tab tab tab