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Posted: Fri, 11/12/2020 23:31 (4 Years ago)
✶ 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑢𝑠 𝑇𝑖𝑡𝘩𝑒

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The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise,
than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...
Dead silence. Literally dead.

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Name

Nicknames / Honorifics n/a

Age 16

Gender Male

Rank Gang member/survivalist

Zodiac December 12th - Capricorn

Appearance (xxx) & (xxx)

Personality

NEUTRAL EVIL | ISTP | ENNEAGRAM TYPE EIGHT - The Challenger |

History

Known Family

Other

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Daemon

Name Clash
Gender Male
Forms Black mamba (xxx) (passive) | Tiger (xxx) (aggressive)
Tattoo (xxx). Tattoo is located on his wrist going up.


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Posted: Fri, 11/12/2020 23:30 (4 Years ago)
✶ 𝐴𝑧𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑦

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The first casualty of war is innocence.
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Name Prudence Azura

Nicknames / Honorifics Prudence

Age 16

Gender Female

Rank Thief/Survivalist/Scavenger

Zodiac April 7 - Aries

Appearance

smol reference here to avoid the reading ahaha

azura is ... delicately built just as her name suggests, and the very personification of a humanoid swan. slim, with a perfectly pure complexion and big eyes, she doesn't look like she came from this cruel apocalyptic world. azura is a female who has a certain natural attractiveness around her. a beauty. some have referred to her as 'pretty' and 'cute' on some occasions. her build is petite - barely 5'2 - and svelte. azura is a slender female, pale-skinned, of short stature. similar to most in her family, she has round violet eyes and gentle features. she has wavy scarlet hair in a bob.

she has an hourglass figure, but due to a lack of food, she is quite thin as well. azura lacks brawn and as a result, she tends to avoid fighting whenever possible. azura is known for being a smooth-talker and uses her silver tongue to get herself out of trouble. she is well versed in most basic forms of hand to hand combat, but due to her petite build, it doesn't really get her anywhere.

azura is a person who enjoys getting dolled up at any time of day, and she is incredibly vain. if things start to fall out of place, she'll throw a hissy fit. she is most commonly seen with a pair of white tasseled earrings (xxx) that she inherited from her mother. on top of that, she dresses in very fine attire; such as a viridian cloak and a white dress that falls to her ankles.

Personality

LAWFUL GOOD | INFP | ENNEAGRAM TYPE SEVEN - THE ENTHUSIAST

History

Known Family

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- Azura encountered Bear several months ago when he trapped her in an alleyway at night. She suspected that he had been stalking her for a while, though she couldn't be sure. He harbored only one vile desire in his mind, and Azura suffered a long night of his lecherous attentions. Though she was able to escape, memories of the incident continue to torment her. The incident has left a deep rooted fear of the dark, and of course, of Bear himself. However, several critical secrets about his gang was spilled that night, ones that could potentially bring devastating consequences. And sooner or later, Azura's going to have to face that.

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Daemon

Name Vanessa
Gender Female
Forms Arctic Fox here (passive) | Ram (xxx) (agressive)
Tattoo (xxx)


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Posted: Fri, 11/12/2020 13:19 (4 Years ago)
𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑬
𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝖵𝖠𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖲𝖠
Where? The Sunshine's Pool; restaurant | Feeling Intrigued, dutiful, sentimental | With? Marcus/Binx | WC? 543

Azura's folding of the napkin was rather forceful when she sat down to actually do it, her dexterous fingers easily coaxing the fabric into uniform intricate shapes. She allowed herself to focus solely on her task, not allowing her mind to wander back into the darker depths of her past. Folding napkins was soothing in a sense, since the complexity of it required the mind not wander at all. The white color, so pure and clean, also helped to draw her mind back to her reality, the silky touch grounding her. The low murmur of the other waitresses and waiters in the restaurant filled the air with the slow ebb and flow of conversation, comforting like the pattern of waves on the beach.

To be frank, she hadn't expected such a violent flashback upon just seeing someone; her gut churned silently. Azura had never been the best at hiding her emotions, and whatever mask she had on tended to be very much sheer than most other individuals. It could be quite obvious what she was feeling at any given time. And the terror that she'd felt at Marcus's presence - because she'd seen a ghost behind him - was all too obvious. Only Malena knew anything of what happened that night. What had been done to her, and what she had been told.

He's gone, you silly goose. Azura reprimanded herself gently, setting down another flower-folded napkin. And that was years ago. She shook her head vigorously. Just ...shake it out! She dusted off her worries, putting them away in her mind for further rumination later. Adjusted her collar. Put on a crowd-winning smile that was complemented by a mischievous look in her violet eyes. Bright, bubbly and silly.

And just in time too. It seemed that the assassin was going to be here for a while. Azura knew she'd rather damn herself than let his allusions cripple her personally. Utterly pathetic. And judging by the way he was looking at the menu, it looks like he wanted to have something to eat. Oh, he must be hungry huh. Azura raised a hand to wave back, indicating that she'd be with him in just a moment.

Waitressing go brrrrr.

Azura snatched a notepad and blue-ink pen from a desk closer to her, and tucking the pen behind her right ear, she made her way through the crowded space. She gracefully squeezed in between Faline and Molly - both of which were carrying dishes of shrimp tempura bento boxes - and finally made her way to Marcus's table, a silly smile perching on her face. Oh, he was actually more tolerable when he was flushed like that. Cute, even.

"Hello! Welcome to The Sunshine's Pool! First timer, huh?" Azura cocked her head amicably, a rather puppy-like gesture, "Welcome! I'm Azura, and I'll be your waitress for today. As for what people like the most..." She plucked up a spare menu, flipping through it before settling on the 'POPULAR' page. "These are some of the ones that receive a lot of welcome when people come here. There's no need to look so flustered. Promise that we have the best environment here."

Okay, well, she should stop talking now. Azura leaned on a chair casually, waiting for his response.



♛ 𝑨𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵
𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙳𝚁𝙰
Where? Bear gang headquarters | Feeling Brooding, calculating, haughty | With? Ereberus/Clash | Doug/Valdis | WC? 1150

Aelin was an assassin of few words, so she allowed silence to engulf her in its cold embrace while she waited for the secretary to deliver her message. She had to fight the urge to scoff when she saw how frightened the female was in her presence; the assassin could practically taste her terror on her tongue. The fear hadn't even faded from the secretary's eyes when Aelin had dismissed her, sneering in contempt. And Bear hadn't even deigned to acknowledge her presence. Granted, the brute was likely taking his own damn time in deliberating how his cards could be played. Most ironically, the notice had been classified as urgent. The jackasses that composed Bear's gang milled around her like a river around a stone. Most hadn't noticed her, yet, and the ones that did gave her a wide berth. No one looked twice; it wasn't as if this was the first time their 'master' had summoned an assassin. They tended to make a lot of enemies, which was to be expected. Even Aelin had taken a bite out of their hide a few times due to the desire to wipe them all clean off the earth overwhelming her senses.

Daedra had left her shoulder upon entering the gilded structure and for now, his small yet unearthly silent presence strode beside her. Wolverines were not big, mind you, and in this form, he barely came up to Aelin's ankle. He was on edge, that's for sure, his lips peeled back from dagger like canines and fur puffed up to make him look twice his size. She knew that should Bear make any attempt to undermine her, to even try to utter one contemptuous remark, he'd find Daedra's fangs in his face. Wolverines weren't social by nature, but Daedra was a being who knew loyalty well. No shifting just yet. We need to keep his confidence in check, not dash it out of him..

Stepping inside the elevator car, Aelin fell silent somehow, her eyes going into that usual half-lidded, distant look. Brooding, yet perfectly aware of her surroundings. She willed the storm in her mind to quiet - to somehow become aware of her entire surroundings when she couldn't see them. But - it didn't take long for a stitch of her composure to be ripped away when she spotted a very familiar serpent, his glossy coils gleaming coldly as they caught and reflected the light. And the muscled brute who stood nearby, his face unrecognizable beneath the mask that was so similar to hers. Daedra hissed softly, his pelt puffing up as he bared his fangs at the snake, a hint of recognization dawning in those inky eyes. Predator to predator, the two assassins eyed each other with steely gazes. The male cocked his head, the gesture somehow condescending. Challenging.

Aelin always wondered where Ereberus went to after he had been unleashed upon London. But to find him here was only proof of what she had thought of him. The Academy had inculcated very little morals in their assassins. Honor had never been enforced, only a bloodthirsty ambition to take what was meant to be theirs. To control what was meant to be theirs by any means necessary?

War and bloodshed? Yes please.
Trickery and deceit? Go for it.

I bet you that Ereberus is going to be the one ripping Bear open when all this is done. Daedra remarked silently down the bond, his tone unreadable.

She could almost imagine his voice, as cold and predatory as his familiar. A male accustomed to killing and bloodshed, who had been bred for combat. There you are, Aelin. I've been looking for you.

She blinked and the elevator doors slammed slammed shut, the low hum of the car moving upwards replacing the silence. It left her with some time to think. Bear...he couldn't have been that foolish. Ghuls - as they were dubbed by the public when they killed in the shadows - always had some kind of hidden agenda, a facade they put on in politics. But there was no denying that aura of raw menace, the darkness coiling and roaring around them in a wave. Formed by sheer sinister intent, they worked only for themselves or for the League. Not for each other. And most certainly not for a lowly drug lord. And yet...Aelin couldn't shake the feeling that this had all been a coincidence.

Even if all Ereberus was was an arrogant insufferable prick. But he was a prick that was effective at killing, for sure. Almost more than her.

So Aelin embraced the silence that pressed down on her like a blanket, even putting a mental wall between her and Daedra for the time being. And in that silence, she took every one of her emotions and shoved them down, down, down into a black pit. Some of them reared against her touch, in vain. Dominance over her emotions - especially with her volatile temper - was essential to presenting a good first image. Which she was going to need. There was not an ounce of doubt in her body that Bear would try everything in his goddamn power to undermine her, to get a grasp on who she truly was. He would know her - somewhat - but only a certain bit.

A man's identity is only a circumstantial web of what he percieves himself to be. The rest is the haze of inconceivability trapped in the bitter cycle of eternity. Aelin mentally repeated her mother's teachings in her head as she waited to arrive at her destination. She was forced to swallow a bitter taste in the process as she could almost recognize the gentle, woeful eyes of her mother - before she had gone to an early, bloody grave. Aelin had left her mother early, for personal reasons of course, but her mother's sharp wit and fortitude had always stayed with her daughter. Always quick to the uptake. Always vigilant and observant.

Kindness. That's what she needed to learn. What she would never learn.

The elevator dinged, a disembodied male voice announcing Floor G14. Fourteen floors below ground; deep in the catacombs. Breathe in and out as she beheld the office just on the left end of the hall. Cool and demanding were two emotions radiating from her icy sage eyes. Cool, composed, and utterly at ease. The area here looked surprisingly artificial considering it was carved out of a cave system at one point. Even Daedra was silent at this point, his gaze fixated forward with unnatural intensity. In just a few swift strides, she brought herself to the door. She was surprised to find it open actually, and had to restrain herself from kicking it open. Entering the room, meeting his dark onyx eyes with her own sage ones, yet she could see that he was looking right at Daedra.

She bit her cheek to stifle a cold cackle when he smiled. Beside her, Daedra's fangs were bared - dagger like incisors piercing the air besides his chin. Smiling...almost.

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Posted: Fri, 11/12/2020 00:23 (4 Years ago)
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Posted: Thu, 10/12/2020 00:46 (4 Years ago)
𝙰𝚉𝚄𝚁𝙰 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙼𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚈
𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝚅𝙰𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰
Where? The Sunshine's Pool; restaurant | Feeling Haunted, wistful | With? Alone | WC? 970

Working in this restaurant was possibly the most relaxing thing that Azura had ever done since the apocalypse started. And truthfully, Azura welcomed any sort of distraction from the ruined state of matters that was the world at this moment. It demanded very little and a lot from her in different ways, and it kept her mind occupied. Prevented her from thinking back to the more horrible aspects of her past, and those that had defiled her body for their own nefarious reasons. It was no surprise that Azura was a girl who was used to being tossed under the bus by others; used and bound, like a slave. Her eyes were eyes that had seen too much, if anyone were to be speaking logically. And yet, Azura knew very little people who would give her their sympathies, since pity was only a short distance away from it, and the lines were blurred a lot more than Azura was comfortable with.

The bells attached to the door of the restaurant broke out in song as Azura allowed herself entry, the melody a familiar jovial sound within her bones. Despite having only met the owner three years ago, Azura knew that there was not a place she'd felt more at home. Not even within the ruins where she had created her meager excuse for home. It seemed as if the four walls could block out the world itself, all the misery stayed on the outside, leaving only her work. And Azura repaid the kindness Madame Malena had shown her well with dedication and an astute mind. Most of the tricks and stratagems that Calliope used to attract customers were mostly to her credit after all.

Madame Malena - one of the first facts that Azura had learned of her - was that she was most definitely a mother hens' example. Sometimes, Azura swore that she knew more about her employee than Azura knew about herself. She bustled around the restaurant like a bumblebee inside their hive, as if their old age didn't hinder them at all. It was a rather sore topic, her old age, and Azura had seen her furiously chase a many a person out with a wooden spoon should they insinuate that she was no longer able to look after herself. A woman long past her prime in her sixties, although Malena's temper was not to be trifled with; she had a formidable anger. But she was also one of the only people whom she'd ever confide in. The woman wasn't her mother, but she was close to it.

"You know I saw a pod o' whales coming up here?" Malena chirped, her arms bustling around the stove. Her ferret spirit partner - Antumbra - sat nearby, grooming herself luxuriously. "Better air, better waters. Less humans around to pollute it."

"Yeah, I suppose you can find a silver lining...with everything." Azura shrugged with a lopsided grin, tugging a large pile of pure white napkins for folding. The customers were scarce these days, which of course, meant shorter work hours for her. But, she still wanted to spend as much time her as possible. "I guess you could say that this is Nature's way of fighting back. But these creatures aren't...of our world." She laughed quietly, "Seriously, I remember saying when I was ten that I didn't believe in aliens."

"I warned you, Miss Prudence." Malena wagged a finger playfully at her charge, her face, wrinkled from age, crinkling into a grin, "Don't jinx anything. That's what you kids say at least." She jerked her chin at the sink, which was currently overflowing with soiled silverware and plates. "After you get the napkins sorted, do you mind getting the sink cleaned out? You're naturally quick at that."

"Yes, ma'am!"

The chimes at the door drew Madame Malena away from her charge, and Azura out of sheer curiosity, turned to look back to see the new arrival. A tired lad, accompanied by a jaguar familiar. A jaguar. Marcus; she identified him almost immediately. And he worked for...

The breath hollowed out of her lungs, her eyes going distant; cool and haunted ghosts replaced the usual lively splendor in her eyes. She barely recognized that she had gone limp, nor her face eerily calm, a sheer façade over her fear as a cursed memory resurfaced. Azura was a person who believed in being haunted, or things coming back to bite. But no amount of superstition could prepare her for the horrible sliver that dug into her like claws.

Images and emotions assaulted her in a tide til she choked on terror itself; her awareness left her as an old pain reared its ugly head. It arrested her lungs as she was spirited into another place. Jolting back to the present was an alarming affair, and Azura nearly jumped physically. As she returned to the scene around her, she was conscious of Marcus watching her curiously. A polite cough escaped her lips before she turned back to the napkins laying beside her like nothing ever occurred.

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Posted: Wed, 09/12/2020 17:33 (4 Years ago)
𝙰𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚁𝙰𝚇𝙸𝚂
𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝙳𝙰𝙴𝙳𝚁𝙰
Where? Narrow, abandoned, alleyways | Feeling Apprehensive, plotting, haughty | With? Doug/Valdis | WC? 792

London was a ghost town.

The scene before her was a dreary sight. Nature - perhaps in a darkly plotting mood just like the female - wrought the heavy hand of an impending storm, which very well matched the somber mood of the city, with cinereal clouds hovering over the city like great gray wings, casting ominous shadows in the nooks and cranny's of the alleyways. Not that they weren’t a forbidding sight to any passerby. Very little, if any, of the sunlight penetrated through the thick grey shroud, and although it was only a little past noon, it might as well have been in the middle of the night. The city was empty of life, though it could be very well argued that London - once a prosperous and lively city during its golden age - still retained some of its former glory. But they were called rumors for a reason.

The shrouds of darkness that hung over the city danced along Aelin’s sight as she strolled - without any real rush - toward the seedy area of town. Her footsteps were silent, the battle-black fighting leathers all but ruffled. Always moving on her own terms, demanding yet not expecting any more. And always vigilant. One didn’t get far into the city - this world - without being more aware of ones surroundings, and not just for the natural dangers it offered, but the people too. And that was something that she had opened her cold verdigris eyes to a long while ago. It was as if life had decided to spite her once more, to spit on the vast collection of various fortune of secrets that the brute held close to her like cards. It was just another one of the tricks of her trade; a no-brainer to be honest.

A soft tail brushed Aelin's left cheek, briefly as if sensing her mood, as the wolverine on her shoulder shifted his position, his dark eyes sweeping their surroundings for hostiles. It was an odd choice for a passive state, a wolverine. Notably built like a small bear with powerful jaws and a strong build, Daedra was, in every way, a brute. A black brute - though most of his fur turned clinquant around his muzzle and belly. The encyclopedia entry flashed in her mind. A wolverine has a reputation for ferocity and strength out of proportion to its size, with the documented ability to kill prey many times larger than itself. And Daedra had not detoured from the expected archetype; he was just as bloodthirsty as her, if not more. But he was also keen, and calculating, a must for their line of work. Not just keen in the behavior of his prey, but also his partner.

Now, Aelin didn't - never - strayed from her job as an assassin. There were few that were more diligent or so effective as her, and her reputation showed it. Yet she couldn't shake the cold apprehension that was crawling like a snake on her spine. Cool, unshakable hands of ... a relatively implacable emotion stained the edges of her vision with white like snow. Aelin wasn't afraid, nor was she nervous. Those were emotions she had outgrown long ago, yet there was a certain weariness to be had when it came to dealing with Doug Beckard. Two sides of a broken coin of brutality; one made for cold, cruel cunning and the other for brute strength. Many of her clients were less-than-savory characters, which was why Aelin never allowed them to glimpse past her cruel facade, but she knew that there was an immorality surrounding Bear that made ordinary men quail. Even in the darkness, there was a defined hierarchy.

Glimmering hotel doors stood tall and proud before her, a sight which made Aelin's lip curl back in a sneer. The den of the Bears' wasn't what the composed fae had been expecting; a carefully crafted mirage of wealth and beauty to hide the rot hiding behind it. A mask, of sorts, because Aelin had become well informed as to the debauchery and horrors that hid behind these walls. Silence, oppressive and unending, pressed down on her like a lead blanket - only broken by her heartbeat. There would be no reconsidering after she entered this mansion, and she took a deep inhale, steeling herself for what she would surely see.

And for a moment, Aelin swore; a mental illusion drawing up to mind those cool, black pits of eyes. A face that had seen a millennium of cruelty. She closed her viridian eyes against it, and when she opened them, a cold wall of sage stared outwards, daring, unflappable, merciless. Storm-cleaver's eyes.

Thud. Thud. Thud Three knocks echoed through the wasteland.

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Posted: Mon, 07/12/2020 18:52 (4 Years ago)


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Name Aelin Myraxis

Titles Stormhunter

Age 24 years

Zodiac Scorpio

Gender Female

Role Assassin

Personality

Whether it’s to do with her unhinged and wild upbringing, or the carnage that marked the beginning of her dark path, Aelin is a stone-cold, pitiless, and ruthless killer. Her dangerous nature and primal instincts that are so reminiscent of a natural warrior set her on this path, and have served her well as a facet that not only has kept her alive; but allowed her to dominate. She is as merciless as Death, should it be personified. Aelin distances herself, both emotionally and physically from others. Aelin is very strict and direct, as well as observant and cold. This often leads to threats or hostile confrontations. Aelin finds that she enjoys silence, as a reclusive character.

She is a rogue-like character, leading in a manner best regarded as arcane. Her enemies regard her as mad, or brutally obsessive at best, and her acquaintances can only hope that all is right behind the stoic masque of her storm blue eyes. Aelin embodies a storm in her own right, being rather aggressive and proud, likely more than is good for her. Aelin is quite confident when it comes to the question of challenge, and remains incorrigibly stubborn; her word might as well be law. Her loyalty remains unbreakable as steel, and yet there are times when she covets a freedom of will.

Appearance

a close depiction may be found here

Inventory Armor — Machete — Bow and Arrow — Throwing knives

Voice Cobie Smulders

Daemon


Name Daedra

Forms Wolverine | Wolf

A wolverine is an animal that despite being small, combines mischievous cunning with primal savage ferocity to form a formidable opponent. When Daedra and her first met, Aelin was in fact quite surprised at his small size. To an extent, he represents her aggression and lust for power, as well as her wariness of others. There is no way that Aelin would rather die than going down fighting.

Tattoo here. The wolf tattoo is on her left forearm.


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Name Adeline Channery

Age 22

Zodiac Aries

Gender Female

Role Survivalist

Appearance

a close depiction may be found here

Personality

Adeline is a rather clement fae, known for her tranquil and gentle nature. She's got the good looks, and is actually quite the charmer. She's the starlit girl with the soft bedroom eyes and a soft pout. One would think that gentle souls are very difficult to find within the husk of what was once London...and you're right. But that doesn't mean that Adeline's old habits die hard. Wary of most of her peers and the people she interacts with, only a fool can assume that her sweet demeanor is all that she is. Adeline is a very perceptive and observant girl. She keeps her walls up around strangers, as she is quite aware that daggers lurk in the smiles of sometimes her finest friends. Bright, witty and open-minded, Adeline is quite the outgoing lass, and she is more than eager to share her fair share of her life-experiences with her friends and a definite flair for melodrama. From the outsiders perspective, she is a presence that can fill a room. However, when she is feeling pressed or threatened, she tends to lock up, becoming tense and short in speech

Armor and Weapons

Voice Evanna Lynch

Daemon


Name Kaitlyn

Forms Swan | Caracal

Tattoo here.


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Name Fallon Beckard Lassiter

Nicknames Wraith (gang name)

Age 17

Zodiac Scorpio

Gender Female

Sexuality Bisexual closeted

Role Survivalist / Assassin

Appearance

Not in the mood for a long read? A close depiction may be found here

Fallon is as close to a ghost as any human being can get. With an almost unnaturally pale complexion and shadowy dark hair surrounding her features, and cool haunted bourbon eyes, she looks more than a little ethereal. Her eyes are ... unsettling, seeming to stare right into your soul. She does somewhat have an hourglass

Personality

Fallon is a cunning, resourceful female with an obvious penchant for aggressive and violent behaviors and tactics, though not necessarily to the degree of her ‘father.’ She has a sharp mind and street-smart instincts that have gotten her through life. Fallon pursues her goal with dead-set focus that is very nearly obsessive. If she’s been sent to kill you, you’re already dead. She is posssessive of her loved ones, ferally so, and believes in the meaning of blood right and inheritance more than anyone. “We will not be denied what was meant to be ours.” Fallon is an extremely cynical and sarcastically inclined female, always wary of others and always self-righteously proud.

Despite the charisma and the glamour, Fallons mind has been riddled with scars; sin and mental illnesses have left their mark on her young mind, and continuously haunt her to this day. Even if Bear is the closest thing she will ever have to a father, Fallon knows that he will never truly love her or the rest of their little ... band. Fallon secretly feels that she must always prove herself to her ‘father’ whom she secretly hates.

There are many many faces that Fallon wears, many of which play to the innocence that most people would associate with her age. It's even better that she can fake a convincing smile or aura - covering up even the most vile of emotions. She's a snake with honeyed words and bright, eyes that seem to stare into ones very soul. This girl isn't one that is noticed often, because to most people, she's merely a shadow on the wall. But anyone in their right mind see through her facade - to the crumbling wall guarded by a million silver needles.

Fallon has learned that most of the gang members- most of her """""friends"""""" that work under Bear are brutish jackasses and cutthroats only out for themselves, and she doesn't trust them any more than she trusts her 'father.' Nevertheless, Fallon has no difficulty keeping up with their nefarious, troublemaking antics, - despite being the only female to ever dare to work under Bear - and even excels in certain skills.

Fallon is not a female who likes to talk, merely observing in the background. She has the ability to blend in to the shadows almost seamlessly, as though she were a ghost, and stay unnoticed for hours on end, even in broad daylight. This has led to her becoming an extremely successful thief, only leaving traces that don't become visible until weeks later when her unfortunate victim realizes that what she stole is missing.

Known Family

All deceased; only child.

Her entire life had been melded by the gang's ideologies - especially those of Bear himself considering he has been training her privately for eleven years. He's practically become her father, although she knows that she is only really a pawn in his games. A very valuable pawn, but a pawn nonetheless. Her true biological family is but a faint memory now.

Nathaniel Lassiter [biological father - status unknown, presumed dead] She hasn't seen him in a long time, and all memories of him have faded over the years. Bear is extremely reticent over this topic, and when he does bring up her father, it's usually in a negative tense. To be fair, the fact that her father gave her over to Bear so easily is a bitter topic, and has festered into a grudge despite her best wishes. If her father were to see his daughter now, Fallon knows that he would no longer recognize her, for there is no denying that Fallon does indeed belong in Thaddeus's gang.

Isla Lassiter [mother - deceased] Fallon has no warm words for her mother. Despite giving birth to her, Faline was never truly involved in her daughter's life, and if anything, found Fallon to be more or less a nuisance. The two never truly bonded with each other, and when Isla died, Fallon, only six at the time, didn't find it in herself to grieve.

Thaddeus Beckard [foster 'father' - alive] Bear discovered Fallon when she was a mere six years old, when her father was forced to surrender his only daughter to the cruel gangster when he fell into severe debt. However, it was within moments of Thaddeus seeing her and her background - of seeing the dark intrigue within the fae's eyes instead of fear - to decide to spare her. He became the most dominant figure in the fae's life - not any of the other gang members since she was kept pretty much separate - and even though she was relatively young at the time, he began to ruthlessly train her. After seven years, she was 'introduced' to the rest of the gang, although they don't see her often. After those seven years, it's undoubtable that her combat and killing skills are at their peak. She is Bear's secret weapon after all.

Inventory

Fallon has an iron pendant on a necklace, the last gift from her father. She also wears a pair of golden gauntlets (xxx). She is never seen without these items.

Voice Billie Eilish - All The Good Girls Go to Hell

Daemon


Name Abraxos

Forms Andeon Condor | Lioness

Tattoo (xxx) The wings are an imprint of Abraxos's wings, and is located on her left shoulder.


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Posted: Mon, 07/12/2020 15:51 (4 Years ago)

PLOT
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Technology all over the word is malfunctioning. Recordings keep glitching, uttering a strange phrase that nobody recognized or could identify, words that had no translation. Mobile devices get notifications from every application on their software, simply stating "Við erum á leiðinni." Computers go into a coma like state, the message plastered across their monitors permanently."

A news report from three years ago, stuck on repeat until the television fell to the ground, out of the skyscraper it was in and straight through the floors, one after another. Hitting the ground, it gets smashed by a piece of rubble it knocked down after it. A grunt is heard, then seven tentacles flew from nowhere and demolished everything in a twelve foot radius of the fallen television. The tentacles retreat, back into a four legged oval, a slit in the top closing as its teeth disappear from view. Thousands of these beasts appeared in Iceland, then spread across the world like a plague. More beasts followed.

Two legged things that split at the left shoulder flooded after them, their tentacles sharp and venomous. After the hordes of those, more strange blue portals opened, releasing more and more of the two kinds of creatures. For one whole year, that continued. Then it stopped abruptly. The portals, previously sitting on the ground like a sinkhole, rose into the air and started moving. Creatures were pushing them along with their tentacles, forcing them to move towards the center of Africa, now a corrupted wasteland, discolored to a light blue coloration. Two have already made it, but the others are stuck over the seas. What few survivors there are have witnessed strange things happening. One man claimed that the two portals that met in Africa fused, warping to become bigger. The others out at sea have apparently started to spill out water borne creatures, those beasts pushing it along with ease.

The survivors are the cowardly or the hostile, either hiding themselves and their children or loved ones from the beasts, or attacking them and killing them.
DAEMON COMPANIONS
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A dæmon (sometimes called a familier or a spirit animal) is the spiritual manifestation of a human soul. These creatures were able to hold different intuitions to their humans and reveal emotional responses to their surroundings that might not otherwise be obvious in their humans. Dæmons could communicate both verbally and non-verbally with them. A person's dæmon was usually the opposite gender. It was uncommon, but not unheard of, for a human and their dæmon to have the same gender. Cedarwood had a soporific effect on dæmons. As a human and their dæmon were one being, the death of one resulted in that of the other. Upon death, the dæmon instantly scattered as Dust.

known daemon - human companions
⊰ ✧ ── ━ daedra & aelin spade
⊰ ✧ ── ━ freyja & nox
⊰ ✧ ── ━ valdis & doug
⊰ ✧ ── ━ binx & marcus
RULES
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1. No powerplaying/ Godplaying; Humans are the weakest living things left now.
2. Hate the character, not the roleplayer.
3. Respect me, I respect you.
4. Do not post if you are not rara, or me.
FORM
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[b]Daemon[/b]

[u]Name[/u] Daedra
[u]Forms[/u] species (passive) | species (aggressive)
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Posted: Sat, 05/12/2020 18:53 (4 Years ago)
note on butterfly species?

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Posted: Sat, 05/12/2020 18:34 (4 Years ago)

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Character Name Athara Aithne
Age 14
Gender Female
Species: Volcorona
Appearance boop
Personality: (strengths and weaknesses please)
Moveset: (maximum of 4 moves)
Role: Rogue
History: (optional)
Other: fill in later



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Character Name: Ares
Age: 19
Gender:
Species: Hydreigon
Appearance: boop!
Personality: (strengths and weaknesses please)
Moveset: (maximum of 4 moves)
Role: Rogue
History: (optional)
Other:



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Character Name: Boudica Manon
Age:
Gender:
Species: Ho-oh
Appearance: boop! boop!
Personality: (strengths and weaknesses please)
Moveset: (maximum of 4 moves)
Role: Resident
History: (optional)
Other: fill in later



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Posted: Wed, 02/12/2020 00:40 (4 Years ago)

Title: Reserve Please

reserved

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Posted: Sun, 29/11/2020 15:50 (4 Years ago)
𝚁𝙷𝙴𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚂
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | relieved, charmed, amused

For all the foreboding that Rhea had been swallowing down like pills when she first saw her patient's battered state, it didn't take much longer for her to not only stabilize the vaporeon's condition, but get her to eat some food. The bubble jet pokemon was hungry for sure, and devoured the food at a desperate pace. Rhea breathed a relieved sigh, moving away from her patient for the first time in the past half hour. Most of the injuries were either already healed or well on their way thanks to Rhea's minstrations. She slumped back into an armchair, covering up a yawn with one hand as she watched the bubble pokemon down mouthfuls of food, cooing in delight. Occasionally, it paused to lick crumbs from its forepaws when they dropped. Arceus knew that when a pokemon started to eat and groom themselves in the presence of a human, it meant that they were as relaxed as they could be.

Confident now that her patient was out of harms way and that they wouldn't destroy the entire church while she was away, Rhea gave Hera and Augustus a warmer smile, "She'll be fine, for now, although I want her getting plenty of rest. I'll have a volunteer stay with her for now." Rhea scratched Hera under the chin, "We'll be leaving soon for the dinner party; right after I pick up the rest of the group. Feel free to hang around here for the moment."

Onto the next item on her agenda. Namely, the oh so exciting dinner party at the Bouffoulant's head. A bubbly feeling blossomed in Rhea's heart at the thought of meeting new individuals. Pokedew was such a reclusive town that Rhea was pretty sure that she could name every inhabitant's name at a moment's notice. Sometimes, it was almost boring, especially considering all the pokemon in the woods lived in terror of the shadowy savages. But a dinner party at the Bouffolant's Head would perk everyone up. Feeling for the first time airy and whimsical, Rhea indulged in a luxurious stretch, arching her back like a cat. Next course of events? Fetch her pokemon - who were all likely outside - make herself look presentable - and head off to the dinner party. Now, this affair was by no means supposed to be excessively formal, but Rhea would rather turn herself into Team Umbra than show up looking like a wreck. It simply wouldn't do!

The morning sun bathed Rhea's face as she stepped outside, rolling open the door that creaked with age. She was greeted with the warm summer air, and the sweet floral scent of many flowers in bloom had since diffused through the air. Sunlight bathed her face, the sudden brightness bringing a sharp pinch to her eyes. She grimaced at the discomfort, and shielding her eyes with her left hand, scanned the scenery for her pokemon. Not that they were terribly far away. Her cincinno, Amanda, was lounging in the sun, her plump grey-and-white furred form nearly hidden by the graceful serpentine form of her Milotic friend, Nereides. Neither of them were really asleep, though the heat had stolen what energy they had left. Completely understandable, Rhea chuckled to herself. The grass crunched drily under her heel as the snowy trainer made her way over to her pokemon, keeping her footsteps light in order to avoid disturbing them. Of course, Amanda heard her immediately. Big doe-brown eyes immediately filled with delight and she bounced up and down in delight, eliciting a tired coo from Nereides (which translated to um, please don't jump on me please Amanda. I'm not a trampoline. The scarf pokemon adroitly leapt over the tender fae's coils and right into Rhea's arms, her soft white fur tickling the neck of her trainer.

"Good afternoon to you, Amanda!" Rhea chirped, giving the cincinno an affectionate squeeze, "It's time to go, so I'm going to need to return you while I look for the others."
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Posted: Sat, 28/11/2020 00:29 (4 Years ago)
ЯHΣA ÐΣMAЯIS
Hᴇʀ ᴡɪʟᴅʟɪғᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ | worried; concentrated; tired
Rhea was annoyed, though not greatly suprised when one of her helpers at the wildlife center - a young zorua female that she had brought in a good month ago - yanked her out of bed by tugging on her skirt. The pup wasn't fully purified yet - his snappy demeanor reflected that - but surprisingly he had chosen to stay at the sanctuary and offer what aid he could. Many of the pokemon that she had taken in were young and below their prime, so she supposed that keeping a younger pokemon arond would help the shadows adjust to their new life. And it worked, most of the time. Wes had warned her about shadow pokemon's unpredictable temperament, and in many ways, he was right. Rhea had taken many many lines of work before, but nothing was as rewarding or as taxing as a pokemon widlife rescuer. Rhea loved it, sure, but she was hoping she'd get a few more hours of sleep.

The zorua female whined softly, her big sapphire eyes narrow and anxious. Worried. She kneaded the ground beneath her crimson furred forepaws, the soft sound filling the area. This behavior, for all the time that Rhea had known the pup, could really could mean one thing. "Another rescue?" Question and statement at the same time. The white haired girl frowned, covering up a loud yawn, her steps relatively groggy from sleep yet graceful as she allowed the wolf-fae to lead her down the stairs. The pup's pace was eager and expectant, yet not demanding as she led the caretaker down the long winding staircases, with Rhea flicking on light switches as she descended. Bright golden light flooded every hall, no doubt a morning call for the numerous pokemon that resided within the cavernous church. Healing, slowly, recovering from whatever they had been subjected to. Her own were watching over them, patient and un-demanding. Just like Rhea's mother had been before her untimely death.

By the time she reached the bottom, a trail of golden lights marking her trail into the long narrow main hall, she could hear - no feel the agony pouring off of a pokémon that Augustus presumably had brought in; the jackal had been missing from his room upon Rhea's examination. Her gut tugged with some strange intuition towards one of the medical examination rooms, following the golden glow. Sure enough, the jackal's lean, muscled form stood by the doorway; keeping vigilant guard along with Rhea's espeon, Hera, over a prone form, battered and bruised. The form was mostly ocean-blue, almost cat-like, with a fan of gills around her head, and gills on its neck. A vaporeon; one of the eight evolutional forms of an eevee. Rhea's heart clenched as she knelt down gently beside the wounded pokémon. Augustus's emotions were unreadable.

"When did you find her?" Rhea's hands, gentle as the feather on an altaria's wing, probed the various wounds on the pokémon's flank and legs. It didn't appear to be anything serious, with several electrical burns and lash-marks making up the worst of it. Electrical burns. She'd taken in other pokémon sporting similar wounds just a week ago. The vaporeon's flank rose and fell with her labored breaths, and a low moan escaped her maw. Pained eyes glanced upwards, uncomprehendingly. The vaporeon was a muscled one, which was to be expected since there were very few wild vaporeons to be found. Most if not all of the eevee evolutions could hardly be found in the wild; most were domesticated to human touch. Had she simply gotten lost? This was certainly interesting.

"Hera found her in the woods, near the brook." Augustus replied quietly, his voice low and red eyes distant, "The reason she's woozy like this is because Hera had to knock her out with hypnosis. She's got a wicked bite, this one. It's nothing though; one of the other helpers got her leg patched up."

Rhea jolted, pausing from her examination of the vaporeon to glance at Hera's leg, where bite marks were faintly visible. "That's - that's good. Had me worried there, Augustus. Was this near the mountains, where we found the patrat last week?" The espeon nodded. "That would make this not an isolated occurence. First a houndor, then a patrat, and now a vaporeon." She walked over to the cabinets, popping open some disinfectant before returning to her patients side, "It's just as good you're out cold pal," Rhea muttered, "This stuff stings." She dressed each wound with the clear liquid, killing any potential bacteria that had somehow gotten into the burns. Could this have possibly been tied to the shadow pokémon? This vaporeon must have been either a victim or...worse, a shadow herself. Augustus had indeed mentioned that the vaporeon was unnaturally aggressive. Well, she'd see when the vaporen felt a little better. For now, Rhea concentrated only on putting the pokémon in a stable condition.

Every doctor owed that much to their patient.

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Posted: Fri, 27/11/2020 18:12 (4 Years ago)
Holy s—
now that is what i call an introduction my goodness!! color me stoked!
ill have my forms up soon :D and my post up after that!


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Posted: Thu, 26/11/2020 22:02 (4 Years ago)
Group chat thanks! :D

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Posted: Thu, 26/11/2020 17:47 (4 Years ago)
Is it okay if my character already has experience with shadow pokemon prior to the attacks?

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Posted: Tue, 24/11/2020 21:38 (4 Years ago)
relations?

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Posted: Tue, 24/11/2020 18:55 (4 Years ago)


Rhea Demaris
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Name Rhea Soleil Demaris

Nickname Swan

Age 18 years

Gender/Pronouns Female; she/her/hers

Appearance
There isn't really a question as to how Rhea got her nickname. She is a svelte, willowy beauty dressed in pale clear robes with an equally delicate complexion. She might as well have been carved out of a cloud itself. Rhea is a tall female, with long slender legs providing the most of her height. Her attire is just as airy and light as her very being. The colors, though sometimes diaphanous, mainly compose of white, silver and various shades of light blue. She wears a pale blue colored light brim hat on her head, with various feathers coming out of the top. Her expression is mostly deemed to be coldly impassive, a face brimming with silent contemplation. Her striking jade green and ice blue eyes (heterochromatic) are cool; haunted, as if she's seen something that struck her to her core, yet unnervingly innocent and bright.

Personality
Rhea is a very strong-willed, intuitive individual; yet with her svelte build, celestially gold heart and bejeweling charisma, it appears that there is very little of her that cannot be deduced right away; especially that she is a girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. And you can bet that she's climbed that esteemed social ladder for that holy title of neighborhood sweetheart. She is known, mostly, for her endearingly affectionate nature, an empathetic girl who is willing to walk in someone else's foosteps. An innocent charmer, spurred on by the fires of youth, yet much more cunning and clever than one might expect. Indeed, Rhea is a very perceptive character, a solemn one at times. She can be called composed, yes, but she's also overly prim in action and in demeanor. Patience is not a strong suit; and oftentimes she adheres to the social norms like they are the holy grail. Rhea is cool, aloof, regal, though sometimes her heart appears to be made out of stone. She is immensely proud, protective of herself, self-righteous, and there is nothing stopping her from wielding her pride and status over others; sanctimonium is one of her most incorrigble vices.

Occupation
Swan currently works as a pokemon wildlife rescuer; in recent years since the attack started, she's also started to do extensive research on shadow pokemon. She claims to have successfully isolated ways to purify shadow Pokémon, but no one has bothered to confirm this.

Other espeon

Pokemon Empoleon | Name Viserys
Gender Male
Ability Defiant | Nature Calm
Held Item Leftovers
Hydro Cannon | Laser Focus | Ice Beam | Flash Cannon

Pokemon Delphox | Name Ren
Gender Male
Ability Blaze | Nature Timid
Held Item Colbur Berry
Calm Mind | Fire Blast | Dazzling Gleam | Psychic

Pokemon Lucario | Name Augustus
Gender Male
Ability Justified | Nature Adament
Held Item Lucarionite
Swords Dance | Bone Rush | Close Combat | Bullet Punch

Pokemon Espeon | Name Hera
Gender Female
Ability Magic Bounce | Nature Timid
Held Item n/a
Calm Mind | Psychic | Shadow Ball | Morning Sun

Pokemon Cincinno | Name Amanda
Gender Female
Ability Skill Link | Nature Serious
Held Item Choice Band
Attract | Hyper Beam | Bullet Seed | Swift

Pokemon Milotic | Name Nereides
Gender Female
Ability Marvel Scale | Nature Bold
Held Item Maranga Berry
Scald | Recover | Ice Beam | Twister

Roslyn Fable
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Name Roslyn Nox Fable

Nickname Sol

Age 22

Gender/Pronouns Female | She/her

Appearance

Personality
As the regal embodiment of wolf in sheep’s clothing, Roslyn is a cunning and observant female, with thorns that can often distract from the perfect flower beneath. And it is a perfect bloom, for Roslyn will settle for nothing less. It’s not surprising to say that Roslyn is dark and vain, narcissistic, even, a facade of dominance and strident orders. She is the champion chess player, the sly fox that exploits your weaknesses; this is the black widow incarnate. She is constantly sporting an unnatural charisma, but she blends into shadows before you know her. She keeps her secrets like trump cards tucked close to her chest, dealing them out carefully as if they were nothing more than little pawns on her chessboard. Life is a game…for her. However, don’t be fooled by her pretty face. Not once has Roslyn kept her aggressive and excessively prideful temper from punishing those who deserve it, which combined with her mysterious nature, makes her a true force not to be reckoned with. She favors the quiet cloak of the shadows, which isn’t surprising since she is a ghost type trainer. Roslyn is not a female capable of affection, ambition blinded that side of her to even the keenest eyes. Perhaps, a piece of her lays to be salvaged, but its very unlikely that this soul of Lucifer will ever regain her self again.

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Posted: Mon, 23/11/2020 15:45 (4 Years ago)
The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...
Dead silence.
Literally dead.

note of quote

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Posted: Sat, 21/11/2020 18:05 (4 Years ago)


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