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Immortes OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Fri, 28/05/2021 15:43 (4 Years ago) |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Thu, 27/05/2021 23:39 (4 Years ago) |
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She had thought him bold before, but now? Now, he was... just playing with her. If it wasn't his cheeky grin, one that sang with deliberate skill and attitude you'd think he'd been doing it all his life. But he hadn't, had he? She hadn't missed the irritation in his eyes when he sneered at the others, as if their very presence disgusted him. So darn relatable. Her eyes narrowed haughtily, yet his challenge sent a thrill through her, hot and wicked. He had the gall to assume that she was afraid of dancing? Yes, she hated interacting with people, preferring to confront the miserable facts of her existence in her own mind alone. He was an electric current shooting up her spine, as fine and as delicious as adrenaline. She mentally grumbled with dread at the thought of being among so many, but she had never had it in her to back down from a challenge. Who did this arrogant minx think he was anyway, strutting up to her like a damn peacock. The sight of someone so close to her was such a foreign feeling that she took a moment of silence before she spoke. Her voice was cold, with a hint of arrogance that surprised even her, and she met his gaze with sharp steel. "That was not my question, Icarus. The question, is — are you?" She watched the other couples on the dance floor, gliding with such ease that it could have been a dream. Or a nightmare, who knows? Her conception of reality could be so jarringly horrible this all could very well be a nightmare. If then, she could pinch herself and wake up from it, into another reality. But here's the thing, she wasn't dreaming. This was reality, a dreary simulacrum of the world around her. Perhaps, that would be the rest of her existence. All she perceived in her existence. Could she really do it, though? Go out there, pretend she was just like every other teenager (and not someone who's very existence seemed to be a nightmare) and .. dance? Even with him? This must be something very normal to do, just being around him felt so very wrong. It was not a good feeling. Shaking her head, she took his hand and emerged from the shadows that had so dearly coddled her; literally melting out of the darkness. Despite her earlier anticipations, her body felt lighter than a bird as the full strength of the lights graced her being. Having been standing in the dark for so long, the light stung her eyes painfully, and she was forced to squint. Everything seemed ethereal and surreal, other girls and boys her age gliding like lithe swans on a sea, graced by the light that poured from the stage-lights above. So bright, compared to Aelin's dark domain. And that was another thing. Aelin had no idea how to dance, and she had never bothered to learn. Dancing took two, after all. She turned to her partner, cocking her head inquisitively, releasing him and standing tall as she waited for him to ... at least do something. Here's the good thing about a nightmare. None of it, was real. At least, not for her. [ four hundred fourty one ] [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Wed, 26/05/2021 18:15 (4 Years ago) |
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▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎. xxx▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ It seemed that this unfortunate soul was well and truly smitten with her, and she mentally rolled her eyes. Well, bother. She let him drone on in the background while she stirred her wine, not intending to actually respond. That was how most of her conversations went anyway, someone talking to her while she only responded if absolutely necessary. It seemed that the shadows were feeling less peevish than usual, because Aelin could hear three of them in the background. But overall, it was quiet in her head. As if they were egging her on. She frowned at the thought; she rarely wished for their hushed voices to fill her head, but this was definitely one of those times. Her partner was a most curious sort. Eager, yet frightened by her very essence, but that was not surprising. His voice...so patient and serene, like wind chimes blown by a fall breeze. Aelin supposed she'd become something of an enigma, with a particularly bad reputation. (Ironic because she'd done absolutely very little since she'd got here.) It had never really bothered her; it was more in her own interest to keep with herself than it was to go around shoving her peers around, much as she would like to do otherwise. Either Icarus knew very little of her, to the point where he was so pointedly unafraid of who she was, so that he would decide to take time out of his own schedule to bother her. Or was it that he simply didn't care? Aelin shook her head with a shrug, her eyes flashing chidingly when he mentioned the punch bowl. Why on earth did he think she should care? It was a mess, so what? They would just buy more. Aelin had the feeling that he was just trying to make idle conversation, and she chuckled darkly - the sound as cold as her previous speech - when he went on to mention that he felt uncomfortable at her looking at him. "What cheek." Did he actually think she cared about him? In any way? But the brazenness from that statement was broken at his next statement. Though he seemed to perceive her as one thing - threat he offered her a place on the dance floor, offering for her to take his hand. The sheer lack of subtlety, combined with the ... rather bold look in his eyes suddenly bubbled up in the most unexpected way. Past her lips came a cackle, though there was no mirth in the sound as it crackled like a fire. It echoed in the space between them, gnashing like claws. Oh, of all the absurd suggestions! Dance, with him? "Dance with you?" Aelin growled once she'd collected herself once more, her eyes stony yet with the faintest spark of challenge. But he didn't back down from that, his eyes flashing in the gloom, "Oh, you've got some goddamn nerve, huh. Fine, I appreciate you taking the time for a minx, as I am. If you want to dance with me however, —" She shot a distasteful, venemous glance backwards at the dance floor, at all the students prancing there like running deer "You'll have to drag me out there. If you can't master up the guts..." She leaned back against the wall, swirling the chalice of red wine, "You'll have to find another partner, because I won't be interested." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xxx 564. xxx▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [Read more] |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Wed, 26/05/2021 13:40 (4 Years ago) |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Tue, 25/05/2021 13:52 (4 Years ago) |
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Immortes OFFLINE Forum Posts: 732 |
Posted: Mon, 24/05/2021 15:19 (4 Years ago) |
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the shaliz'na felt heat rush to his cheeks at the stunned glance from the chiss in front of him, the sight of his wings apparently such a shock that it tore his attention away from the datapad in his hands. this wasn't the first time that he had gotten surprised looks about his apparently giant-ass wingspan. back home, he found the sight of the giant wings to be pretty normal. he was 5'8 after all. but outside of the galaxy, you'd think he'd grown a second head from the looks he was getting. and that was nothing compared to the shock he saw on other's people's faces when he actually spread his wings. unsure of whether he should blush or preen (not literally), he fluffed them out, allowing for the pale mosaic silver and dark-brown-banded feathers to catch the light. granted, they weren't looking as good as they should have, much to his dismay. the once clean and neat feathers were tattered and torn, desecrated by filth and dirt. he internally scowled as they looked them over, absently nudging a few of the feathers so that they faced the right way. the winged sentient didn't miss the fleeting smile the chiss gave him, as it was quickly suppressed, though it did make him narrow his eyes. he'd gave to go pretty damn blind before he missed those little things. he didn't make much of it, though from what he could tell, it felt like familiarity. like ... seeing an old friend. he huffed at the notion. he didn't know why he should care so much. beauty wasn't worth much during the war, not in the way that brains or brawn might. even so, he rarely had time to preen himself properly at the rebellion, so his wings wound up looking all messy and rumpled anyways. it was habit for fenrys to take time away from himself in order to see to the needs of others, and now look where it had landed him. here, in a prison cell, at the mercy of the imperials! fenrys had revealed nothing thus far, but it was beginning to wear on him the absence of his rebel friends. perhaps he'd been wrong in assuming that just because he was willing to care about his friends, always willing to come through for them, that they would be willing to go to galaxy's end for him. no, the shaliz'na chastised himself. don't be so selfish. they want you to give up hope. they want you to break. don't give them what they want. they'll come back, just you wait.' but what if they don't?' that somber voice in his head asked, the voice of his pragmatism and his cynicism, 'what if you're just left to rot in here until you break?' the very thought rankled his feathers, and he knew better than to say such to the chiss. he turned away, neatly tucking his wings up to his back so that they just poked up behind his shoulders, hovering just above the ground. he couldn't deny it. he was getting tired of waiting for those in his cell, or anyone to come here for him. fenrys scoffed silently, turning away from the chiss. he was doing this mission with the chiss to gain rebellion intel, that's all there was too it. he didn't need to bring stupid sentimental feelings into it. the shaliz'na was a bit surprised to hear his captor say an actual good-bye, and after a moment, he repeated it, his edged voice following the chiss out as he shut the cell door. suddenly too sullen to think about anything else, he sat down on the steel bar, the cold silence enveloping him as he was left with his brooding thoughts. [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 21/05/2021 01:05 (4 Years ago) |
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fenrys frowned slightly at the news, his gut twisting. he wasn't about to back out of the deal, no. even though he definitely was going to disagree with many things the chiss said, and there was likely no guarantee that the chiss would honor his word, but fenrys had given his word. that meant something, because while the shaliz'na was arduously difficult and a scoundrel, he wasn't a liar. only when things really went south, and the rebellion turned out to be in jeopardy would he pick up a blaster and fight his way out. it would be better for him if he watched and waited instead of acting rashly out of impulse. the shaliz'na let the silence drag on, the clicking of the datapad fill the silence. feeing perhaps a little ill at ease, he extended out his left and right wing to their full length, the first time he had been able to do so in weeks. it was a startling sight, since his wingspan was just around twelve feet from wing tip to wing tip. which was perhaps the point. fenrys usually avoided spreading his wings, and only did so when he felt he was with someone he trusted, but considering how close he was holding them to his body, it could be easily deduced that this was not an act of trust but of warning. the gesture said "watch your distance." he may not trust the chiss, but it was becoming increasingly awkward to hold his wings so close to his body. they were limbs after all, and he didn't want pins and needles. sorry this is really short and late. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 20/05/2021 18:32 (4 Years ago) |
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[ full birth name ] Eleanor
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[ meaning of forename ] english name meaning 'bright, shining one' [ meaning of surname ] derived from Cron (old english), which means crown [ nicknames ] None. Alienor pretty much just goes by her full forename, but she accepts and will answer back to Nor or Ellie. [ age ] Twenty six [ gender ] Female [ species ] Human; gifted [ homeworld ] Earth [ physical appearance ] Eleanor stands at 5'6, built slim and tall yet not to the degree of being slender. She is able to hide her gifted traits without the use of accessories or makeup. She has short brown hair that falls to her chin and bright fair skin that is for the most part unblemished. Eleanor has pale light brown eyes, like the bark of an oak tree. Some people consider her to be a rather delicate girl at first glance, but spend just a few minutes with her and you'll realize she is anything but. [ notable traits ] None. [ alignment ] Neutral good [ date of birth ] May 9th [ star sign ] Taurus (with the temper of an aries) [ personality description ] Eleanor is a rather strong-willed and peppy person who seems to know what she wants in life and how to get it. She has an upbeat and bold nature which makes her seem larger than life. She doesn't let a conversation go by without putting her own two cents, but her opinions tend to stem less from facts and more from her own opinion. Much unlike her stern and by-the-book brother; WIP [ mana / special abilities ] Raptor Buteoninae physiology — shift [ aligned element ] [ daemon ] Hare [ notable relations ] Rowan Crane (brother) Renée Harper (cousin) [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 18/05/2021 14:38 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 14/05/2021 23:05 (4 Years ago) |
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The strigiform blinked a bit in surprise when Miyabi laughed and reached across to ruffle his hair, like an uncle would a favorite nephew. He knew he was blessed to be a part of the familial environment of the flower garden. In the previous jobs where he had worked, he hadn't gotten to interact much with the other employees, and life seemed to revolve more around just get your work done with minimal talking. Cool and precise, yet distant, was the way Rowan had grown up. It was different here. More intimate. You could say that it was because there were very few people here - him, Shien and a few others were the only ones who worked here. The surprise wasn't unwelcome however, and Rowan nodded in reassurance when the redhead blithely beamed that he would be fine, soft lilting words flowing from an equally cheery face. Miyabi almost never got angry, and if anything, he seemed to be a dictionary definition for 'blithe' or 'eternally happy.' It made working with him all the easier. From what the strigiform could tell, the brief gloom of the strawberry haired male had already passed, and once more relieved, Rowan returned to his work without needing Miyabi to dismiss him. Now, back to the workpile, Rowan picked a note out of his pocket. On the note was inscribed several books requested by the nearby school for their own library. They tended to borrow or buy from bookstores when they didn't have it on display for their students. You could keep it on hold until the student came by to pick it up. The school had already paid for these books, so all that was left to do was to fetch them from their shelves and ship them over to said school. He was pleased to find a ... very hefty list this time. Ten books. That had to be a new record, Rowan mused, his mouth curling up with delight. It always pleased him when he saw new requests coming in, and that wasn't because the bookstore made made money. No, it made him smile because it meant that more people liked to read, which was always a positive in his book. (No pun intended.) He scanned through the list in his hand quickly: four were in the nonfiction aisle, three in fantasy fiction, and the final three in historical fiction. Right. He glanced up; that would be up that horribly long flight of stairs wouldn't it? Oh bother. One fifteen-minute round trip later, Rowan's shoulder was aching under the weight of the ten books on the list, and he could barely see the steps of the stairs in front of him. Ironic. He loved to fly, yet whenever he was going down the stairs, there was an undeniable pit of anxiety that collected in his stomach like a stone. He took the steps slowly, trying not to make a complete fool of himself by falling down while trying to keep all ten books in the bag. It worked, but that was sure an anxious minute or two. His gaze was fixated on his feet the entire time. The strigiform's pace quickened easily once he was back on solid ground, and he heaved a silent breath of relief. Transferring his cumbersome load to another shoulder, Rowan indicated the bulging bag on his shoulder and the door to Miyabi, hoping to convey the meaning of 'I'm going to do a delivery. Be right back." It wasn't okay to just walk out while you were at work, unless there was a good reason. "I'll fix up that pile when I get back." He called reassuringly to the store owner, gesturing with his left arm to a very messy pile of unsorted books. Then he was out the door, using the bag to push the door open. He took a deep breath of fresh air, taking a moment to admire the big letters THE FLOWER GARDEN that were inscribed playfully next to various drawings of palm trees and coconuts on the front. It never got old. [ six hundred eighty three ] [Read more] |
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Posted: Fri, 14/05/2021 13:32 (4 Years ago) |
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[ full birth name ] Rowan
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[ meaning of forename ] named after the rowan tree [ meaning of surname ] derived from Cron (old english), which means crown [ nicknames ] None. He just goes by Rowan. [ age ] Twenty six [ gender ] Male [ AMAB ] [ species ] Human [ homeworld ] Earth [ physical appearance ] Rowan is a tall person, standing at nearly 5'7 or 5'8 with fair skin. Despite being gifted, his humanoid appearance is completely normal, which makes hiding his special traits a whole lot easier. His pale face is framed by short light brown hair, neatly groomed, that drops to his chin. He tends to wear more open though formal wear in public. His eyes are a striking shade of vivid cognac, and seem to focus on the horizon at all times. He has the tattoo of a spotted owl on his left bicep. [ notable traits ] None [ alignment ] Lawful good. [ date of birth ] May 9th. [ star sign ] Taurus [ personality description ] Rowan is a steely person, possessing a rather calm and dignified demeanor. He likes to think a few steps ahead of what he is doing at the most part, and for the most part, takes things with a 'long-game' attitude. He's considered to be quite stern, and unsurprisingly, he takes everything in life seriously. A taciturn person by nature who people usually spot working dedicatedly in the background. Despite being so grim, however, he is by no means mean-spirited. As long as you don't say anything too ridiculous or out of place, he's more than willing to explain difficult concepts to you, or simply give you the time of day if you want conversation. Rowan tends to push his emotions and personal desires out of the way whenever he is working, which makes him seem almost robotic in attitude. Additionally, he has a stubborn streak; he wants to do things by the book, to a fault. Outside of his work, however, Rowan is much more approachable. He has many brotherly instincts, and is an adventurer at heart. He enjoys finding refuge within nature, oftentimes within his owl form so he can avoid being badgered or looked at with suspicion. Rowan is an intense peruser of good literature, oftentimes carrying at least two to three fiction books with him at all times. Furthermore, in contrast to his grim and composed demeanor, if he finds out that his favorite author is about to release a new book, he can become absolutely giddy with excitement. Patient at heart, it can take a lot to make the male mad, and even more to get him to actually start shouting. He can give the cold shoulder to people he doesn't like, and unfortunately, he tends to hold a grudge for a long time. Don't try to apologize to him; he will judge you based more on actions than words. Rowan has a strong moral compass, and even though he holds people at arms length, the male tends to give people the benefit of the doubt the first time around. [ mana / special abilities ] Strigiform physiology — shift The first in his line to have this particular gift, though something very similar is shared by his sister, Caroline. It developed several years into his life, first manifesting at the age of five. Not only is Rowan able to transform into an owl — in this case, a spotted owl — he also has many owl-like adaptations. In most cases, Rowan does not like to be seen shifting in public, so he tends to sleep an entire day away in owl form or go without shifting for an entire day. Rowan can summon sharp claws that extend from his hands and besides using them for climbing, he can also use them for self defense. His hearing is far stronger than any normal human; he can even hear mice from several feet away. This does mean however, that he usually wears ear protection, since loud noises can prove to be very unpleasant at best and agonizing at worst. Rowan can also make himself inaudible, that is, completely unable to be heard by others. This can be used in hunting, and if he wants to remain hidden. His final trait is night vision; the ability to see in low to almost no light. He just needs the faintest speck of light to make the darkness seem like a sunny day. However, his eyes soon become sensitive to bright flashes of light, which cause her eyes significant amounts of pain. When transitioning, he wears a pair of color-transitioning glasses, which help her eyes transition safely. Oh, and there isn't any guarantee he can shift either way fluently. He has natural predatory instincts, but for the most part, he keeps them in check when in his human form. [ aligned element ] Life energy [ daemon ] Dutch herder dog [ notable relations ] Eleanor Crane (sister) Renée Harper (cousin) [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 12/05/2021 14:59 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 12/05/2021 14:47 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 12/05/2021 14:39 (4 Years ago) |
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Put a little blurb here. I promise this is the last time I'm rewriting everything. I just ... decided to change everything and decided a new form would be easier for it. werewolf resource [Read more] |
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Bright sunlight cascaded down the sides of the large library, and permitted entry to the nesting place of so many books, soon poured incandescently into the library, creating a blinding sheet of light that illuminated patches of the floor. It was still bright and early, yet with the way the library and its windows were designed, the place was almost immediately clad in a bright cloak as soon as dawn swung around. In absolutely no hurry, a young man walked around each shelf, shuffling books in each aisle and shelf into their correct positions, a placid air around him that set all who could see him at ease. He could hear the playful banter, murmuring like doves, filled with quiet cheer and deep thought. Such was to be expected at the The Flower Garden. Rowan Crane knew that if there was one place that he could just focus on his job without worrying about the utterly terrible state of the world, it was here in the garden. He hadn't known it then when he filed his resumé and gone in for his interview, but when he landed the job, when he'd gotten the email that he was hired, it only took a week for him to realize that he was here to stay. Mostly because the schedule he had found here was immediately helpful to his nocturnal habits. Rowan didn't usually find it in himself to pay attention to customers and their various needs unless he was mentioned or if someone needed something from him. Frankly, he wondered if he should actually apply for a desk job - and stop being in the background so much. But considering that he had not yet found a good way to well - put his circadian clock on track with that of a human- he could really risk falling asleep. And wouldn't that be embarrassing! Picking up a series of mathematics textbooks, all written by Lance DuBois, that had gotten displaced, he carried all four of them over to the correct place several shelves over, only staggering slightly under the rather cumbersome weight. Silently, he sighed to himself, running a hand through his light brown locks. While he was not one to openly rebuke anyone who was kind enough to pay The Flower Garden a visit, it annoyed him to no end when people didn't put the books back properly. Or when they openly mistreated the books they were reading, such as putting dog-ears or spreading them flat when they wished to preserve a page. 'Books should be treated with respect and care if they were to last.' Rowan thought quietly to himself. So absorbed was he in his work that he did not expect the ear-splitting shriek — 'Shien, bring the medical books here please?' Rowan literally jumped a few feet in the air as he felt the discordant sound ways smash into his sensitive ears, leaving them ringing long after the shout faded. Since his hearing was at least ten times as sharp as the average humans, even the smallest things could feel piercingly loud. Rowan took a few deep breaths, his heart racing. There was a chorus of thuds as all the books he had been carrying tumbled to the floor. Great. He'd wanted them in a certain order too. The strigiform directed his peeved look at the inanimate novels scattered haphazardly on the floor instead of at the actual offender as he collected the books up once again, making sure to put them back in the right order this time before moving on. Ordered by title, in alphabetical order. The peace of the once quiet library disrupted, Rowan moved on to moving the books to the correct locations without a glance at the people at the counter. It didn't seem that they'd noticed him anyway. Apart from these set of vagabond books, it seemed the shelves were in good order, and Rowan set the books down with a gentle smile. With that done, he straightened up, stifling a yawn before making his way to the counter. He rolled his eyes endearingly at the sappy puppy look that had come over his coworker, Shien, when he handed the girl his book, like a puppy expecting his master to give a treat for good behavior. Given the current conversation exchange, he waited patiently for his turn to speak. He didn't miss the astonished look the girl gave Shien when she spotted how feline the jackal's eyes were. What did she expect anyways? Shien's behavior deviated from the normal human's so much so Rowan was tempted to pet him. Guess this was a first for her. Rowan's gifted traits were really only visible to the naked eye. His odd circadian cycle, his unnaturally sharp sight and sensitive hearing, his retractable claws, and most of all, his shifting. The male took care to never shift in public. He usually had a habit of flying into this particular shop to shift and then pretending to wander around the bookshelves so it appeared that he had been in here for a while. Sometimes, he even roosted in the rafters, which made him look like an ordinary owl. Overall, pretty easy to hide. He was normal, if you didn't look close enough. "The shelves on the left wall are all sorted now." Rowan said respectfully to his boss, a thread of worry going through him - showing up within his cognac optics when Miyabi started coughing again. His health was not in the best state, and whether the red haired male knew it or not, Rowan would definitely be keeping an eye on him. "Oh dear. Try some honey for that cough? It goes well with water, I suppose." He said with concern, only trailing off when he realized how out of place that must sound. Especially since the girl seemed to be an experienced healer. Making his way to the freshly arrived books, he began to examine them carefully, putting them in separate piles for later. [ one thousand and one words ] [Read more] |
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[ gender ] Male [ age ] Twenty-six [ gift ] [ Strigiform Physiology ] The first in his line to have this particular gift, though something very similar is shared by his sister, Caroline. It developed several years into his life, first manifesting when him and his brother was five. Not only is Rowan able to transform into an owl — in this case, a sooty owl — he also has many owl-like adaptations. In most cases, Rowan does not like to be seen shifting in public, so he tends to sleep an entire day away in owl form or go without shifting for an entire day. Rowan can summon sharp claws that extend from his hands and besides using them for climbing, he can also use them for self defense. His hearing is far stronger than any normal human; he can even hear mice from several feet away. This does mean however, that he usually wears ear protection, since loud noises can prove to be very unpleasant at best and agonizing at worst. Rowan can also make himself inaudible, that is, completely unable to be heard by others. This can be used in hunting, and if he wants to remain hidden. His final trait is night vision; the ability to see in low to almost no light. He just needs the faintest speck of light to make the darkness seem like a sunny day. However, his eyes soon become sensitive to bright flashes of light, which cause her eyes significant amounts of pain. When transitioning, he wears a pair of color=transitioning glasses, which help her eyes transition safely. Oh, and there isn't any guarantee he can shift either way fluently. He has natural predatory instincts, but for the most part, he keeps them in check when in his human form. [ appearance ] Rowan is a tall person, standing at nearly 5'7 or 5'8 with fair skin. Despite being gifted, his humanoid appearance is completely normal, which makes hiding his special traits a whole lot easier. His pale face is framed by short dark brown hair, neatly groomed, that drops to his chin. The shade is similar to coffee in that it is so dark it appears to be black. He tends to wear more open though formal wear in public. He has striking pale brown eyes that seem to focus on the horizon at all times. He has the tattoo of a spotted owl on his left bicep. [ personality ] Rowan is a stately persona, possessing a rather calm and dignified demeanor. He likes to think a few steps ahead of what he is doing at the most part, and for the most part, takes things with a 'long-game' attitude. He's considered to be quite stern, and unsurprisingly, he takes everything in life seriously. A taciturn person by nature who people usually spot working dedicatedly in the background. Despite being so stern, he is by no means mean-spirited. As long as you don't say anything too ridiculous or out of place, he's more than willing to explain difficult concepts to you, or simply give you the time of day if you want conversation. Rowan tends to push his emotions and personal desires out of the way whenever he is working, which makes him seem almost robotic in attitude. Additionally, he has a stubborn streak; he wants to do things by the book, to a fault. Outside of his work, however, Rowan is much more approachable. He has many brotherly instincts, and is an adventurer at heart. He enjoys finding refuge within nature, oftentimes within his owl form so he can avoid being badgered or looked at with suspicion. Rowan is an intense peruser of good literature, oftentimes carrying at least two to three fiction books with him at all times. Furthermore, in contrast to his grim and composed demeanor, if he finds out that his favorite author is about to release a new book, he can become absolutely giddy with excitement. Patient at heart, it can take a lot to make the male mad, and even more to get him to actually start shouting. He can give the cold shoulder to people he doesn't like, and unfortunately, he tends to hold a grudge for a long time. Don't try to apologize to him; he will judge you based more on actions than words. Rowan has a strong moral compass, and even though he holds people at arms length, the male tends to give people the benefit of the doubt the first time around. Beneath his strong facade, however, Rowan is stricken with worry. His sister, Caroline, disappeared a year ago after getting on the bus to go to the tennis center where she coaches. No one has seen her since, and he consistently fears the worst. That she may not return at all. That she is probably dead. He has become a leading voice in the searches for the missing gifted, while at the same time trying to take care of her daughter, Amanda [ history ] Rowan's gifted abilities did not manifest themselves at birth like most, but rather his sister Caroline and him began to show his first signs when he was six years old. He began to have trouble falling asleep during the nighttime, if he slept at all, and during the daytime he became so tired that it was hard to open his eyes. At first, he was prescribed melatonin for this, which helped for a period of time. But as the weeks and months passed, this grew steadily worse. His parents, loving and considerate as they were, had no idea what to do for their child, especially since Caroline seemed to be perfectly diurnal unlike her brother. Rowan was constantly exhausted in class, barely staying awake to hear what the teacher had to say, and his grades suffered as a result. Nothing the parents did seemed to be working, and the entire family was worried sick, Caroline especially. Eventually, Rowan switched over to online school, where he could take the night classes. There, he was able to get the same education on a schedule that worked better for him. Be this as it may, it was in high school - twelfth grade - that Rowan's family got the real wake up call as to what had happened to their son. While attending a party with his friends, Rowan's hearing and light sensitivity began to act up, and before he knew it, he'd passed out on the floor barely ten minutes in. Not only that, but when he was taken back home by his parents, they were utterly alarmed to find - instead of him - a sooty owl laying in the backseat, panting weakly. He had shifted unconsciously, overwhelmed by the sudden onset of his gifts. He was bedridden for six days straight, while his mother contacted a family friend, who also just happened to be a doctor, in order to find out what was going on. The truth came out: Rowan was gifted, and with none other than Strigiform Physiology. Much of his abilities and unusual behavior could be compared to those of an owl - which was also where his shifting came from. Like most owls, Rowan's circadian clock only allowed him to become active at night and he would have to sleep during the day to regain his energy. Caroline's gift — Raptor Physiology — had milder symptoms during its onset, and their mother and father learned to deal with it easily, pretending they had adopted two new raptors instead of children. All things considered, he still wound up getting a successful education and moving on to get (various) jobs; it's difficult to work one job if you're always on the night shift. His favorite jobs include librarian, bookstore clerk, and waiter. Rowan was not blind to the subpar treatment of the gifted by the world around them, and tries to keep his own abnormalities a secret. His family was much more tolerant of his gifts than most, especially since it just made him better at his job. But, considering his fragility and lack of experience in physical combat, he's just laying low, even more so since he heard about gifted going missing. At least the night shift pays well! All was well until Caroline disappeared. She had told him that that she was headed for work one morning, and that they would go out to get takeout for dinner. He waited fifteen minutes past when they were supposed to meet, thought something was wrong, and called her phone. No answer. He called four times with no response - well unto ten PM and then decided to call some of her employees. She was gone. She'd simply dissolved into thin air without a trace. No one had even seen anything, and from what he gathered she's not the only one. [ other ] A night owl is all senses of the world. He tends to stay up all night, and sleep during the day. His circadian cycle is pretty much flipped on its head. Even though he likes raw meat, he tends to settle for 'medium rare' just to blend in. [Read more] |