Dragonpipe said:

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Activity: Most of the time

Name: Luke "lycan" Johnson

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pan

Element: Earth

Appearance: A slightly tall, slim bodied male with golden hair and deep blue eyes. He wears a red sweatshirt all the time with black jeans and grey shoes

Personality: he is calm, collected and always on edge around other people.

Backstory: He was always attuned to nature and animals. He would get a nickname called Lycan because of it.

What you were doing before you were teleported: He was helping an old dog eat (pretty straightforward)

Outfit: He wears a red sweatshirt with black jeans and grey shoes. His sweatshirt has golden markings of animals on the large pocket

Questions ( Optional ): Is it okay if he has a dog/wolf with him at all times?

Other: Taco

Activity Level:

Off and on all day; Everyday.

Name:

Edmund Crowley

Though people often call him Ned... Well, the dozen or so people he knows.

Ned is such an old sounding nickname in his opinion, though he hasn't ever objected.

Age:

They are all sixteen.

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Element:

Wind

Appearance:

A stern looking young man with a long face, and stoney tired grey eyes. Standing at 5'10", with a rather average build. His muscle is lean, obviously meant for stamina and more strenuous work. His hair is a dark brown, practically black unless for the faint highlights which suggest otherwise. Edmund's hair is shoulder length, thick and mildly curly. His hair naturally is swept back and wild gifting him a rather rugged and weathered appearance. Ned's skintone is pale, with minimal scarring present anywhere aside from his hands and forearms from conducting manual labor. As stated earlier, his face is... Sad. A near constant frown worn on his sullen features. The most often times makes it hard for people to read him.

Personality:

I will be breif, as I will reveal it mostly in the RP.

He is like the Northern Air that he has breathed for so long. Free but cold. Some say living in the snow for so long froze his blood, but Edmund has always been grim and stark in his demeanor. Independence is something he views with utmost importance, but those rare few things that keep him grounded are his most cherished of things.

He is well read and rather crafty due to his book smarts, though he lacks in many life skills such as socializing. He's only really spoken with a handful of people throughout his life seeing how closed off the place he lives is. The closest town is about a three hour drive, and that is if the snow allows one to drive safely. Let alone walk. The only person he's spoken to longer than fifteen minutes in his life is his father, and even that's pushing it.. He will most definitely find out-of-the-box ways to use the magics gifted to the Group, but sharing his ideas and forming bonds with said Group will be rather trying.

He is known for being introspective, and brooding. He often spends his time simply thinking about life and the world around him, though his cynical thought process often puts a damper on bringing much light to his life.

Backstory:

He was raised somewhere cold, snow falling most of the year until a quick spring, summer, and fall follow suit. It was harsh, and not a place for those faint of heart or weak of will. Edmund's mother died of a sickness while he was young so he never really knew her, while his father was alway distant due to an overwhelming depression that over took the man. His father would often say it was difficult to even look Edmund in the eye, he has his mother's eyes. This led Ned to raising himself for the most part, and as much as he wants to hate his father he can make himself really despise the man... He is his father after all. He is all he really has. Edmund has often considered leaving, wanting to build a life for himself elsewhere, but his conscious won't allow him to leave his father alone. It's been a constant back and forth in his mind for years.

What they were doing before being teleported:

Listening to very loud music, Rob Zombie's Living Dead Girl to be exact, whilst daydreaming in his own mental La-La Land. Ned was brooding over his life and feeling trapped in the cold lands he called home his whole life, completely oblivious to the world around him until somehow life threw an adventure his way.

[Edmund is very fond of metal music, it's something he remembers his mother enjoying].

Outfit:

A worn oversized black coat, lined with a thick grey fur from some unknown beast which compliments his solemn grey eyes nicely, over a white hoodie. His pants are gray, rather worn and mundane in style. They are made of a thicker material to help deal with colder weather. His footwear are rather plain black boots, lined with a similar fur to his coat.

He has little need for accessories nor desire for them, but he has always kept his final gift from his mother. An icey blue scarf, the only hint of color upon his attire which consists of greyscale and drab color.

He might find a new change of clothing during his travels, as such heavy and warm clothes won't do much good on the journey.

Question [Optional]:

Do all the characters know each other prior to the RP?

What is the place that the Group land in like?

Other:

I think tacos are good, but I prefer burgers and sushi.

Maybe a good soup?

Fire and Blood~ said:

Activity Level:

Off and on all day; Everyday.

Name:

Edmund Crowley

Though people often call him Ned... Well, the dozen or so people he knows.

Ned is such an old sounding nickname in his opinion, though he hasn't ever objected.

Age:

They are all sixteen.

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Element:

Wind

Appearance:

A stern looking young man with a long face, and stoney tired grey eyes. Standing at 5'10", with a rather average build. His muscle is lean, obviously meant for stamina and more strenuous work. His hair is a dark brown, practically black unless for the faint highlights which suggest otherwise. Edmund's hair is shoulder length, thick and mildly curly. His hair naturally is swept back and wild gifting him a rather rugged and weathered appearance. Ned's skintone is pale, with minimal scarring present anywhere aside from his hands and forearms from conducting manual labor. As stated earlier, his face is... Sad. A near constant frown worn on his sullen features. The most often times makes it hard for people to read him.

Personality:

I will be breif, as I will reveal it mostly in the RP.

He is like the Northern Air that he has breathed for so long. Free but cold. Some say living in the snow for so long froze his blood, but Edmund has always been grim and stark in his demeanor. Independence is something he views with utmost importance, but those rare few things that keep him grounded are his most cherished of things.

He is well read and rather crafty due to his book smarts, though he lacks in many life skills such as socializing. He's only really spoken with a handful of people throughout his life seeing how closed off the place he lives is. The closest town is about a three hour drive, and that is if the snow allows one to drive safely. Let alone walk. The only person he's spoken to longer than fifteen minutes in his life is his father, and even that's pushing it.. He will most definitely find out-of-the-box ways to use the magics gifted to the Group, but sharing his ideas and forming bonds with said Group will be rather trying.

He is known for being introspective, and brooding. He often spends his time simply thinking about life and the world around him, though his cynical thought process often puts a damper on bringing much light to his life.

Backstory:

He was raised somewhere cold, snow falling most of the year until a quick spring, summer, and fall follow suit. It was harsh, and not a place for those faint of heart or weak of will. Edmund's mother died of a sickness while he was young so he never really knew her, while his father was alway distant due to an overwhelming depression that over took the man. His father would often say it was difficult to even look Edmund in the eye, he has his mother's eyes. This led Ned to raising himself for the most part, and as much as he wants to hate his father he can make himself really despise the man... He is his father after all. He is all he really has. Edmund has often considered leaving, wanting to build a life for himself elsewhere, but his conscious won't allow him to leave his father alone. It's been a constant back and forth in his mind for years.

What they were doing before being teleported:

Listening to very loud music, Rob Zombie's Living Dead Girl to be exact, whilst daydreaming in his own mental La-La Land. Ned was brooding over his life and feeling trapped in the cold lands he called home his whole life, completely oblivious to the world around him until somehow life threw an adventure his way.

[Edmund is very fond of metal music, it's something he remembers his mother enjoying].

Outfit:

A worn oversized black coat, lined with a thick grey fur from some unknown beast which compliments his solemn grey eyes nicely, over a white hoodie. His pants are gray, rather worn and mundane in style. They are made of a thicker material to help deal with colder weather. His footwear are rather plain black boots, lined with a similar fur to his coat.

He has little need for accessories nor desire for them, but he has always kept his final gift from his mother. An icey blue scarf, the only hint of color upon his attire which consists of greyscale and drab color.

He might find a new change of clothing during his travels, as such heavy and warm clothes won't do much good on the journey.

Question [Optional]:

Do all the characters know each other prior to the RP?

What is the place that the Group land in like?

Other:

I think tacos are good, but I prefer burgers and sushi.

Maybe a good soup?

DreamBig said:

Name: Arrow Snow

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Hetorsexual

Element: Earth

Appearance: Arrow has dark black hair that falls to her lower back. She usually keeps it in a high ponytail or a braid off to one side. Arrow is around 5'6 and skinny but strong. She has dark brown eyes and some light freckles around her nose.

Personality: Arrow is quite closed off and distant towards anyone. She likes to start fights and get into trouble and run from everyone. Even though she is cold and distant Arrow has a soft spot for any type of animal. She loves to play with them and cared for many stray cats and dogs. When Arrow takes a liking to someone she can become very caring and protective of that person.

Backstory: Arrow grew up in an abusive household. She was constantly picked on so she became cold and learned how to fight and survive on her own. She hated her family with a passion and part of her doesn't want to go back to them. (W.I.P)

What you were doing before you were teleported: Arrow was out in the forest by her house playing with her german shepard Riley.

Outfit: Arrow wears a short black croptop with blue ripped jeans and black combat boots.

Questions ( Optional ):Can Arrow's dog also be there? Can Arrow have a combat knife?

Other: I love tacos!

Activity Level:

Off and On; Everyday.

Name:

Daeron Casterly

Age:

They are all 16, though Daeron is one of the oldest members of the group by several months.

Gender:

Male

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Element:

Water

Appearance:

His build is slender and lean, standing at 5'10. His hair is windswept, and rugged in style whilst a golden blonde in color and accompanied by a noticeable stubble growing in. His eyes are a strange mixture of pale green and gold which gift him him rather dangerous gleam in his eyes. Daeron is said to have a long and grim face much like his nephew, a trait they were both gifted from there shared blood but there are noticeable differences. Daeron's features are softer and less aggressive with a natural mischievous smirk, with more sharp angled but regal features.

His left eyebrow has stiches which run to his hairline, made from a fresh wound he gained after his final confrontation with his father. Once it finally heals there will be a scar, but now it's still new leaving it pink and soft against his lightly tanned skin. The only scar marring his otherwise pristine body.

Personality:

I will be quick, to find out more learn in the RP.

Daeron is much like his nephew in terms of mannerisms, quick witted and stubborn as all hell. Yet, he is more loose and less strict with his ways. He is the type to view rules more as guidelines more than something to follow to the letter. He is from the South, in lands which are much more progressive than the North of his nephew so his ideas on people and overall opinions on practically everything differs.

Daeron has spent much more time around people and has learned how to speak with all manners of people. He is an ambitious, cunning, and opportunistic young man who is notorious for his kindness as well as his ruthlessness. Unlike his nephew, Daeron is much more optimistic, though he is still prone to brooding and introspective thinking.

Backstory:

Daeron was born to a mistake. Not that he had much say in the matter but the mistake of his parents followed him for the rest of his life. He was born out of an affair which tore families apart, and this fact followed him a majority of his young life. He grew up in a less than ideal home. His mother was silly and young and didn't fully understand the World, and so being alone with a child always made things difficult. They struggled for a long time, and only had one and other, but he could tell his mother wasn't happy.

So his Mother reached out to his Father and after much debate it was decided he would visit his Father on occasion so his Mother had time to try and sort things out without the added troubles of raising a child. Daeron's Mother while naive was a wonderful women, his Father and his family were cruel people. He wouldn't blame them for their anger, there family was in shambles due to his existence and Father's infidelity but there frustrations were taken out on him, the stain on his Father's golden reputation. They'd never beat him, but there actions were draining on the mind of a young child. He never once complained though, he endured for his mother was his light in the darkness. Eventually he'd return to her, and this arrangement continued on for the past sixteen years. Due to his constant travel he met all sorts of people but his most notable was a traveling writer he met. In the short time Daeron knew the man, he was more of a Father to him than his own real Father.

It was an eye opening experience to say the least.

On his most recent visit, he confronted his Father and the rest of his estranged family. He spoke of their treatment of him, and how he wished for them to move on from there anger, that he was a person and deserved to be treated as such regardless of there own feelings. It was the first time his Father had even touched him in his life, and it was because he'd been struck in the face. There was a fight. Brutal and quick, it ended with a kitchen knife pinning his Father's hands to the table.

Lawyers were called, courts are a boring affair. In the end, Daeron was sent home with a restraining order and hospital fines after thorough investigation. His Mother had gotten him a train ticket and he was on his way home when he was taken.

What they were doing before being teleported:

Daeron was reading, Of Mice and Men, whilst sitting in a train car to Long Island. He was returning home to see his Mother after a rather unexpectedly lengthy visit to his Father's house in Houston.

Outfit:

His attire mostly consists of crimson reds and golds, an obvious sign of his preference to the warm color gradient.

He most often wears a red flannel shirt, with golden highlights over a black t-shirt. His pants are rather mundane jeans, though slightly worn with a tear upon the left knee. His shoes are simple red Converses with a golden lion embroidered upon the left shoe.

Question [Optional]:

Other:

... On second thought, tacos are pretty okay.

He is Ned's... Uncle. The family genealogy is rather odd, especially since Ned's maternal grandfather was the type who liked to get around. Daeron is was an illegitimate child, born out of marriage thus making him a bastard son. His last name isn't the name of his birth father, rather its the maiden name of his mother.

I'm excited for the talks both Uncle and Nephew will share seeing as they are polar opposites yet very similar.