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Full Name Ronan Valentino Quinnton
Nicknames Seal Pup (father), Ro, Goth Kid (friends), Ronnie (siblings)
Age Recently 15, but likes to act older.
Height 5'6. On the short side and still touchy about it, convinced he will get taller with age but he is starting to lose hope.
Gender Male/masculine
Animal Púca - a shapeshifting creature from Celtic mythology, known for their mischevious natures and frequent socialization with humans. His main form is a large pitch-black hare.
Mystic? Yes
Hybrid? No
Appearance Ronan appears to be a typical highschool kid, with a small, slight but agile build, toned by lots of running and climbing outside. He is fairly athletic but his ectomorphic body type makes it hard to gain any bulk or muscle - much to his chagrin. He has an oval-shaped face, giving him a young, open and wide-eyed look. His skin is on the pale side, dotted with freckles on his cheeks, shoulders and arms. Because he is naturally so pale, and he spends so much time outside there's usually a light pink tint to his cheeks and nose, the ghostly remains of a sunburn. He burns verrry easily in the sun, going straight from vampire-pale to burnt in the blink of an eye. His hair is pitch-black and on the wavy side, often messy-looking and ruffled. His eyes are brown, but they appear vivid amber in the light. He's about average as far as his looks go, perhaps even cute to a certain crowd. But a far cry from the tall, athletic and strong look he wants to achieve one day. Ronan's mythical features are fairly basic - a pair of long, black rabbit ears and a short, fluffy black tail. Luckily though, these features are easy to hide. His ears are usually hidden by a hood, and from a distance they blend in fairly well with his hair if flattened back. And his tail can easily be covered by his clothes, either his pants or shirt. He tends to wear baggy clothes and hoodies, making this all the easier to pull off.
Ronan is able to shift into a hare, a crow and a seal (ordered by most to least used.) All of these forms are primarily pitch black in color. His main form is a long-legged hare, quick as a flash, with alert, vivid amber eyes and long ears. He favors his hare form for its speed, heightened senses and agility, and he feels the most free and happy in this form. Like he can just run away from everything and nothing can hurt him. His crow form is an average crow, perhaps a little larger than normal but easy to overlook, and his seal form (which he only really uses to swim) is a harp seal. This is the biggest deviation from the "all black" rule, but he is a much darker shade grey than the average seal, which still makes him stick out. All of his "animal forms" are moderately oversized, with his hare form standing at about 3'5, sitting up from the top of his head to the ground, and with a body length of about 4.5 feet, weighing about 15 pounds. So considerably larger than average, but not extreme.
Power/Special Abilities Shapeshifting (primary) As I said before he is able to shift into 3 different forms whenever he likes. As a human he takes on the animalistic features of whichever animal he turns into the most. So now he is stuck with rabbit ears and a tail. Teleportation (secondary) He is able to teleport short distances, disappearing into thin air and reappearing up to 20 feet away from his original location. This can be very useful in a pinch, but it is a fairly short-range power. Heightened senses/abilities (passive) - Even in human form he has heightened reflexes and senses of hearing and smell, but in animal form they are heightened even more. It is extremely difficult to attack or sneak up on him in any of his animal forms.
Sexuality Bisexual, male leaning but closeted.
Personality Ronan comes across as your typical 14-15 year old kid. Energetic, stubborn and spirited, with a rebellious streak and a playful, sarcastic sense of humor, constantly searching for where he belongs - whether that means his place in the group, the heirarchy, or in the world. Ronan is a curious, clever and social kid who likes people and enjoys learning about the world around him. Despite the "tough guy" act, it's clear to anyone that Ronan doesn't have a truly cruel or violent bone in his body. He is a compassionate and soft-hearted person, if a little awkward in very emotional situations. He likes being part of a group and will be a very attentive, loyal part of any organization he's a part of, always defending and looking out for his friends. He is able to organically connect with people and has a knack for uniting others against a common goal. However Ronan is far from perfect. He is easily manipulated by those he trusts, and he can be a little too impressionable and naiive, easily falling in with the wrong crowd. Due to his childhood he values independence, toughness and strength, wanting to develop it in himself. So he's drawn to people who emulate that - not always the best crowd to run with. He's easily suceptable to peer pressure and doesn't always have the confidence to stand up for himself or what he thinks. He can be volatile and touchy when insulted, and reacts very poorly feeling weak or useless. He wants others around him to like him, but sometimes it feels like he isn't good enough to be part of the group. He isolates himself sometimes when he feels overwhelmed.
Likes
Freedom, feeling independent, running and climbing, the color black, the outdoors and being outside for hours at a time, survivalism and "fending for himself", pets (especially dogs and horses!! he has always wanted to ride a horse, but has yet to get the opportunity) affection from a select few people, very calm, patient and reassuring people, being in his hare form, being treated like a competent adult who can take care of himself instead of a useless child, being left alone (sometimes), feeling accepted and like a valuable part of the group, feeling capable and tough, being percieved as tough and "cool", feeling secure and safe, having a "group" to identify with, and keeping said group together. He takes comfort in more childish things as well - stuffed animals, blankets, movies, things like that - but doesn't like to talk about it for fear of being percieved as childish or weak.
Dislikes
BEING PERCIEVED AS CHILDISH OR WEAK. Being a liability to the group, being talked down to or condescended, being bossed around, feeling powerless, useless or stupid, feeling like people hate him or don't want him around, being bullied, being trapped, feeling like a coward, openly "weak" people or those who don't pull their own weight and expect people to fight for them anyway. He also hates crying in front of people, but sometimes can't help it. Being teased for looking young is also a major insecurity of his, and his height is a sore spot.
Other
He was born a Púca and discovered his ability around age 10. He got the trait from an old bloodline on his father's side. His father also had the ability to shapeshift, but he was able to disguise himself as a completely normal human. Ronan's powers are more extensive than his are and he is unable to hide his animal features completely.
He has one older brother named Kiegan but he is an adult and has left the house now. His mother left when he was around 10 years old and he lives with his father now. His mother was mentally unstable and would lated be diagnosed with a couple of disorders (TBD) making her legally unfit to be a parent. Needless to say it kind of screwed with his perception of healthy relationships, and her constant threats to leave the family made him extremely anxious about people abandoning him.
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Full Name: Aeron Dearil Preferred/Nickname: Aeron Dead Eyes Age: He is seventeen, well at least he thinks... Height: 5'11" Gender: Male Animal: Liche Mystic?: Yes Hybird?: No Appearance: He is a thinly built young man, with very unusual features. His face is oblong and stark, with skin ghostly pale. His eyes are a Deathly white, one would think him blind until they find that he can see rather well, tired bags reside underneath them and bring out his pale eyes dramatically. The left side of his face is mildly gaunt, it's pale complexion lost in to a more icy quality. The cheek has decayed slightly, revealing some of his teeth. His skin on the left side of his face is stoney, with a faint blue hue that is always cold to the touch. His whole face seems to be covered in long shadows, making his appearance more sinister whilst wielding a strange aged and knowing quality... Yet still, despite the side of his face marred by death, the right side of his face is handsome and calm. The eye on this side of his face seems more whimsical, and even has a faint glimmer of a purple within the milky whites. His teeth are fangs, and his nails like claws. Many say he reeks of death, and scavengers flock to him. His hair is a dull boney white with hints of what seems to have been a coppery brown. It's wild and untamed, but there are still signs of an attempt at managing it. Shoulder length, it's slightly curly with bangs that cover a portion of the left side of his face in an attempt to hide away the more unsightly portions of his... Mutation?... He isn't sure. His attire is consists of a black dress shirt under a thick brown flannel jacket with fur lining. A worn brown blanket is wrapped around his shoulders, almost like a shawl of sorts. He often likes the recede into the blanket, reveling in the warmth. Upon his hands is a pair of leather gloves, black with fur linings. His pants are a rather mundane black pair of jeans, they looks newer... Most definitely stolen. Finally his footwear... Simple plain leather hiking boots. He isn't one for accessories, and yet over his time alone he's made rather fascinating pieces out of his ice. Upon his head is a black crown, made of obsidian stone, ice, and mended together by shadows. He also carries a hand axe made of ice, and birch. These are his magnum opus's and he is rather keen on not parting with them. He has no animal form seeing as a Liche is a form of undead creature similar to a human of sorts... It doesn't change anything about him really. Power/Special Abilities: Necromancy, he has a powerful magical ability to manipulate the dead. He can see those who've died, he'll even speak with them. He can summon undead beings and they shall serve him dutifully. Those beyond mortal reach can not escape him. This ability makes those around him naturally afraid, or to view him as something unnatural. Mild Ice Manipulation, self explanatory... This ability isn't as powerful as his first but it makes him immune to cold temperatures, as well as creating small walls of ice. There are other possibilities, but these two were the most telling. Avoid letting him touch you with all five fingers if his hands aren't gloved, you might get frostbite. Mild Shadow Manipulation, self explanatory... A tertiary ability often used to manipulate others perceptions, Aeron will cast illusions through the darkness. Avoid eye contact at all costs, that's how he traps you in his more... Intense illusions. Using any of these abilities creates a nightshade purple like aura around Aeron. Sexuality: Heterosexual Personality: He is quiet and reserved, he isn't the type to step into the limelight and often avoids large groups. Many think he is crazy, hell even he thinks he is crazy too. He speaks to things no one else can see, has visions, and reeks of death... Growing up he was alienated by many others, and the loneliness was all overwhelming for a time. Now he doesn't care, he welcomes his alone time. He is a cynical person, and he often enjoys his time to sort through his thoughts. Many of the Dead often poke fun of him saying he is just an angst teen... The Living say the same. Odd. Somethings never change. Rather, he views himself as a realist... Besides what's wrong with pondering life's many great mysteries, especially if you have access to truths beyond life? Aeron is a people pleaser and often seeks to do his best to make them like him when they are willing to give him any form of attention. He might follow this person like a lost puppy and cling to everything they say. Practically attached by the hip, and loyal as a hound. For better or for worse, many ghosts have pointed out his naiveté, and yet Aeron always fires back with this, "... And yet it was when I saw you, that you clung to me". Often ghosts seek Aeron to do tasks to help them into the afterlife, which has kept him busy during his self imposed exile aside from his various learnings. He is a kind soul at heart despite his more crueler aspects. His harshness, and unpredictability... Some really do think he is mad. Likes: Warmth Comfortable things; think blankets, pillows, etc. Sleeping, he is always tired for some odd reason and naps are probably one of his only hobbies. Reading and writing, he is a literary scholar at heart. He has stolen many books over the years. History. The fact things interconnect the way they do like a massive puzzle interests him to an egregious degree. Tea, sort of a comfort thing. It calms his nerves. The quiet moments to think, he likes to be alone with his thoughts. Dislikes: Math... He sucks at it. Obnoxious people. He likes his quiet, living alone for so long has made him pretty much reliant on it. Loud sounds and people piss him off. His abilities... Let's not beat around the bush, talking to the dead isn't exactly normal in any shape or form. There are silver linings though, when the undead spectres aren't demons who have come for his soul then that are nice company at times... Still, who knew ghosts would be so pessimistic? Coffee, it's to bitter for him. Fire, it hurts... His familiars... While he isn't opposed to the ravens or vultures, he feels it insists upon itself. Like it's some sick joke from a higher power to further point out his status of... Half Dead. Other: For some odd reason ravens and vultures always follow him around, he doesn't mind much... Asides from when he tries to sleep and there are the ever present caws. He has lived away from people for the past nine years, since he decided to live in self imposed exile. Guilt is a strange thing. Did you read everything?: He's never eaten a dino nugget before. |
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Full Name: Marcellus Regis Fox Masculine form of what would have been Mercella Regina Fox, her first and middle being lating for "Young Warrior, Queen" Preferred/Nickname: Mercy is what most people call her despite her being the exact opposite of merciful, occasionally Fox or Reg Age(14-18): 17 Height: 5'5, dont mention it unless you want broken kneecaps Gender: Feminine, she/her Animal: Black Mamba/Fennec fox Mystic?: Not Technically Hybrid?: Yes Appearance (include human and animal descriptions, please): If Mercy's body is all soft, flattering curves, than her face was fierce, elegent angles. High cheekbones, a narrow nose, full soft lips with a defined cupids bow. Thin arched eyebrows over almond shaped eyes, her iris a dark reflective pool, if you watch her long enough, you might catch the glint of a crystal blue beneath them. Her eyes are framed by thick, dark lashes against her lightly sunkissed skin with a small splatter of dark freckles along the bridge of her nose. Mercy may be short and curvy and well muscled, but not stocky. Strong calved support her slightly thicker thighs and wide hips. Strong shoulders support her ample chest and muscled arms. Her narrow waist feeds into the chiseled abdomonel muscles of her stomach. Mercy's rose gold hair falls in larg cirls halfway down her back, shorter layers frame her face, falling to her shoulders. Mercy has sharp, poisonous fangs protruding from where her would be human canines would have been, and midnight snake scales race up several parts of her body, such as the right of her throat up along sharp jaw line, the left side of her collarbone, a small section of her stomach just above her waistline, (resulting in the lack of a belly button,) and a partilarly large spot up her right thigh. As for her fennec fox ancestry, has given her large, but actually rather ardorable ears just off the sides of her head, pointing upward and a bushy tail, both of which are the coppery color of her hair. Mercy regulates a style or ripped jeans, dark or light in color, a wide variety of tight fitting tops, black platform boots or knee high heels depending on the day, chains and rings, and chokers. She has 2 piercings in each of her ears and often wears some sort of ear cuff, has an eyebrow piercing on the arch of her right brow, a lip ring in the center of her full, buttom lip. She also has a tattoo of 2 crossed swords over her heart, which she got for her mother when she was old enough. Mercy's body is also litered in scars, several formed over one another on her knees from simple childhood, a wide gash if a scar racing down from one side of her abs to the other, and a fleshy, jagged thing circling around the side of her neck not covered in scales, are among the most remarkable, but you could glance at just about any part of her and would find a scar, In animal form, Mercy is a rose gold fennec fox with abnormally sharp canines, a splot tongue, snakelike eyes, and spots of scales rught where she did as a human. Power/Special Ability(at least one): Poisonous (Though she has learned to control it) Enhanced hearing Abnormal speed and quick footedness Sexuality: Bisexual Personality: Usually when one meets a person who can change themselves to what others want them to be, the first labels that come to mind are attention seeker, people pleaser, that they dont know who they are. Now Mercy isnt any of these things. The difference is she only gives in to perception if it benefits her, she is what would be labeled a manipulator. She knows that is traditionally a bad thing, but its kept her alive and thriving for 17 years, so perhaps it is just another method for life. Mercy has excelled at seeing exactly what people want, and knowing if it will give her something she wants or not. If it does, than she will fall into the role set out for her, if not, you have better luck bringing back the dead then convincing her to do much of anything. She may not be the most welcoming person, but she doesnt dislike or like anyone until given a reason to. When she chooses, (usually closer to night fall) she becomes a loud, reckless teenager with nothing to lose, flirting with whomever she pleases, messing with whoever deigns make her mad, and no one will stop her from what she wants. Mercy is stubborn as a mule and fiesty as a honey badger. That mixed with the cunning of the lovely fox and venom of a snake, she makes quite a deadly combination. She is smart, and with the right people, can be kind. She rarely cares about the effects of her words, speaking harsh truth and nothing but the truth unless shes trying to gain something from somebody. Despite her menuplative nature, she does a moral compass, as compromised as it may be. She would never stoop low enough to hurt young, ederly, or injured, and especially not an animal. She had always had a soft spot for children and felines. Perhaps she inherited it from her lost mother, but she finds joy in defying society norms. Her way of affection is often teasing and jokingly making fun of someone. She can also either be very touchy or despise human contact with all her heart. More In RP Likes: Nighttime Dancing in the rain, no matter how basic that seems The ocean Forests Animals Small children Honesty Hand to hand combat running MIRP Dislikes: Jerks Her Father Poor sportmenship Being caught off guard MIRP Other: Add on Did You Read Everything?: Dino Nuggets ^^ |
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What does it mean to be an add-on? Is it different from being one of the main 7?
Being an add-on means your not part of the original group but you join in some way, whether it be meeting on the journey or overhearing us at school and wanting to join or whatever you want |
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Full Name: Leyla Vaugn Nickname: Ley, V Age: 18 Height: 5' 3" Gender: Female Animal: None, Normal Human Mystic: N/A Hybrid: N/A Appearance: ~Leyla, despite her completely average height, gives the impression that she is far taller than she actually is to people not standing directly next to or in front of her. It's a combination of the clothes she wears, the way she stands, and her general attitude. Her skin is a dark copper, betraying a mixed MIddle-East and European heritage. She keeps her dark black hair in a practically short pixie-cut because time spent on hair care is time wasted. Leyla's eyes are a dark, nearly black, grey with a constantly suspicious glint. She tends to wear clothes that are easy to move in, loose in the joints and tighter towards the openings. Long-sleeved shirts are a favorite, no matter the season, typically in cool blues and greens, and Leyla cannot be found outside of a pair of deep-pocketed men's jeans. She also wears a grey cotton vest, festooned in pockets to carry everything she needs. There is always at least four pens on her person at all times, no matter what, and several notepads of various sizes hidden away in her backpack and pockets for all Leyla's writing needs. A thick pair of calf-high steel toed combat boots accompany her everywhere, which she has lovingly dubbed Rocket and Fuel. Skills: Since she's a normal person, I switched out magic powers for all-natural abilities ~Marksmanship: As soon as she had the mental capacity to understand what guns did, Leyla was taught how to shoot them. Pistols, rifles, shotguns. Anything her father could get his hands on, legally or otherwise. She favors semi-automatic rifles above all else, and likes shotguns the least, but is fully capable of hitting a target as long as you give her a gun and something to shoot at. She's not too great with a bow, but can hit a target a good 60% of the time ~Knives: Stabbing people, skinning animals, basically anything a knife can be used for. Even how to make her own, albeit out of stone and wood, so considerably less effective than actual steel. ~Outdoors Survival: Map reading, orientation, building shelters, finding food, and more. All of it was pounded into her head, the things she could eat out in the woods and what would make the best poisons. Making a bow out of sticks and the remains of a dead animal, fire creation, and remaining hidden in the deep forest were all parts of her training. ~Lockpicking & Hacking: You never know when someone's hiding top-secret documents inside a locked room, or password-protected computer. Enough said. ~Pickpocketing: While Leyla isn't the best pickpocket, she's got enough skill to live off of if she ever had too. ~Suspicious Thinking: Leyla's always been very good at discerning motive and possible reasons for people to take certain actions. She usually gets some parts of it wrong, but the core is typically sound. Sexuality: Pansexual Personality: ~Leyla is... Well, she's a character. Raised by her widowed ex-military father, Leyla was trained from pretty much as soon as she could walk to survive anything short of a nuclear blast. With her only role-model being paranoid and less than stable, her life has been very far from normal. Leyla is suspicious of absolutely everything, and very much embodies the saying 'seeing is believing'. An avid conspiracy theorist since she began reading, Leyla's got thoughts on just about everything you can think to ask her about. Minimum wage just got raised? Clearly, the government's trying to buy the people to hold on to their power for just a little longer. She tends to be pretty quiet in general, up until someone gets her started on how the world is slowly slipping into complete decay. Not only is Leyla distrustful towards any kind of authority figure excluding her own father, she's a bit of an anarchist and revolutionary, something she is not scared of letting people know about. Despite her, honestly quite manic, other aspects, Leyla does have something approaching a moral compass. It's twisted as all hell and not really recognizable as morals by any normal person, but it exists. Likes: ~Firearms ~Bladed Weaponry ~Learning New Things Dislikes: ~Authority ~Orders Coming From People She Doesn't Respect ~Injustice As She Perceives It Other: Did You Read Everything: Dinosaurs are just very, very pre-processed chicken nuggs, Change My Mind. |
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Full Name: Leyla Vaugn Nickname: Ley, V Age: 18 Height: 5' 3" Gender: Female Animal: None, Normal Human Mystic: N/A Hybrid: N/A Appearance: ~Leyla, despite her completely average height, gives the impression that she is far taller than she actually is to people not standing directly next to or in front of her. It's a combination of the clothes she wears, the way she stands, and her general attitude. Her skin is a dark copper, betraying a mixed MIddle-East and European heritage. She keeps her dark black hair in a practically short pixie-cut because time spent on hair care is time wasted. Leyla's eyes are a dark, nearly black, grey with a constantly suspicious glint. She tends to wear clothes that are easy to move in, loose in the joints and tighter towards the openings. Long-sleeved shirts are a favorite, no matter the season, typically in cool blues and greens, and Leyla cannot be found outside of a pair of deep-pocketed men's jeans. She also wears a grey cotton vest, festooned in pockets to carry everything she needs. There is always at least four pens on her person at all times, no matter what, and several notepads of various sizes hidden away in her backpack and pockets for all Leyla's writing needs. A thick pair of calf-high steel toed combat boots accompany her everywhere, which she has lovingly dubbed Rocket and Fuel. Skills: Since she's a normal person, I switched out magic powers for all-natural abilities ~Marksmanship: As soon as she had the mental capacity to understand what guns did, Leyla was taught how to shoot them. Pistols, rifles, shotguns. Anything her father could get his hands on, legally or otherwise. She favors semi-automatic rifles above all else, and likes shotguns the least, but is fully capable of hitting a target as long as you give her a gun and something to shoot at. She's not too great with a bow, but can hit a target a good 60% of the time ~Knives: Stabbing people, skinning animals, basically anything a knife can be used for. Even how to make her own, albeit out of stone and wood, so considerably less effective than actual steel. ~Outdoors Survival: Map reading, orientation, building shelters, finding food, and more. All of it was pounded into her head, the things she could eat out in the woods and what would make the best poisons. Making a bow out of sticks and the remains of a dead animal, fire creation, and remaining hidden in the deep forest were all parts of her training. ~Lockpicking & Hacking: You never know when someone's hiding top-secret documents inside a locked room, or password-protected computer. Enough said. ~Pickpocketing: While Leyla isn't the best pickpocket, she's got enough skill to live off of if she ever had too. ~Suspicious Thinking: Leyla's always been very good at discerning motive and possible reasons for people to take certain actions. She usually gets some parts of it wrong, but the core is typically sound. Sexuality: Pansexual Personality: ~Leyla is... Well, she's a character. Raised by her widowed ex-military father, Leyla was trained from pretty much as soon as she could walk to survive anything short of a nuclear blast. With her only role-model being paranoid and less than stable, her life has been very far from normal. Leyla is suspicious of absolutely everything, and very much embodies the saying 'seeing is believing'. An avid conspiracy theorist since she began reading, Leyla's got thoughts on just about everything you can think to ask her about. Minimum wage just got raised? Clearly, the government's trying to buy the people to hold on to their power for just a little longer. She tends to be pretty quiet in general, up until someone gets her started on how the world is slowly slipping into complete decay. Not only is Leyla distrustful towards any kind of authority figure excluding her own father, she's a bit of an anarchist and revolutionary, something she is not scared of letting people know about. Despite her, honestly quite manic, other aspects, Leyla does have something approaching a moral compass. It's twisted as all hell and not really recognizable as morals by any normal person, but it exists. Likes: ~Firearms ~Bladed Weaponry ~Learning New Things Dislikes: ~Authority ~Orders Coming From People She Doesn't Respect ~Injustice As She Perceives It Other: Did You Read Everything: Dinosaurs are just very, very pre-processed chicken nuggs, Change My Mind.
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