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Plot Since the beginning of time, eight people have possessed powers that make up the entirety of the universe. The powers are passed down from generation to generation with the former holder choosing their successor based on either physical or emotional qualities they find. The power that each holder has is displayed by a tattoo on their arm, wrist, neck, ankle, or shoulder. Together, this group of eight, usually only teenagers when chosen, are handed the ability to either destroy or protect the earth. Of course, it’s not easy, there are superpowers outside of the mortal realm that seek to destroy these people and what they hold. Not only that, but the group doesn’t always get along, and when an argument breaks out between them the whole stability of the world shifts. After all, with one of these people missing the entire group and the universe depending on them could easily fall apart. As the last generation of power holders grows old and weak, they seek out their successors and place their blessings upon them silently, allowing them to discover their power over the course of a year or two before finally stepping down and giving them the full power of the universe. Will the new generation learn to work together to bring peace and comfort to earth or will they be the cause of its downfall? Only time will tell. --- Time The first one chosen, the designated leader, and, most often the eldest of the group. The holder of Time is given their power a bit earlier than the others of the group, sometimes as long as a year before. This is because the time power is the hardest to control and develop so without that extra time, the holder is likely to destroy something before any of the others have an opportunity to help. The extra time also allows the holder of the power to better understand the purpose of the powers of the others, resulting in better leadership skills and ideas than they would have otherwise. The time power consists of the ability to control and change time (such as freezing time, turning it back, or even moving it forward temporarily.), seeing visions of the future, seeing other's pasts, and speeding up or slow down the progress of other people or objects through time. When first given power, timekeepers are often blessed with visions or alterations of people/object speed throughout time first. The last power they usually master is the ability to control or change time. The time holder must have strong leadership qualities and is usually known to be intelligent and very logical as well as determined and insightful. Their tattoo is of an eye with a swirling pupil. --- Space Typically known as the pathfinder of the group, the space holder has the ability to teleport, widen and close spaces, breathe outside of earth's troposphere, and gift others to do the same (temporarily), alter gravity, and levitate. The first skill they are usually blessed with is levitation or the ability to alter gravity, and the final skill they usually learn is teleportation. The space holder is typically very numerically skilled, very open-minded, and creative. Space holders also have a tendency to appear a bit aloof, often caught up in their own heads. The space holder is important to the group as they are often the ones that help guide the group, especially outside of Earth. Plus, they’re good mediators along with the Emotional holder. Their tattoo is of a crescent moon with a star hanging from the top of it. --- Sound Often known as the entertainer of the group, the sound holder holds the ability to suppress and increase sound, control how and where sound travels, ability to learn and pick up musical instruments and songs quickly (musical knowledge), and musical persuasion/captivating voice. The most common first powers for the sound holder to gain are suppression and increasing of sound or musical knowledge The sound holder is usually extremely creative, outgoing, and overall a great entertainer. The sound holder is important to the group as they have a tendency to lighten the mood and keep a positive attitude even in hard times which can help boost morale. The sound holder's tattoo is of a treble and bass cleft together in the shape of a heart. --- Elemental control (fire, water, air, earth, metal, light, darkness) The element holder doesn’t have a designated name or role within the group, as their personalities have been too inconsistent throughout the generations. Their role changes based on how they act. The element holder has the ability to manipulate, control, and create fire, air, water, earth, metal, light, and darkness. As they learn and master each of these powers, they will gain new powers within that one power. For example, once the element holder starts learning fire they will gain the ability to survive in extremely hot temperatures and create small, flammable explosions. The elemental holder starts out with a primary element based on their personality, a primary element can only be one of what are known as the ‘original four,’ fire, air, water, and earth. An element holder that is chosen because of a calm and well-thought-out personality would be gifted the power of earth first, meaning that they could manipulate, control, and create small portions of land, communicate with animals, create plants out of thin air, and identify plants, animals, and other living things within a one-mile radius. They’d learn to communicate with animals first. An elemental holder chosen based on a happy, laid-back, and more gentle personality would be given the power of air first. This would give them the ability to manipulate, control, and create air/wind, they’d be given wings and the ability to fly, the ability to control the weather, and the ability to alter the amount of air pressure in a certain area. They’d typically be given wings and the power of flight first. An element holder chosen based on their passion and unwavering determination or strong will would be given the power of fire first. This would give them the ability to manipulate, control, and create fire, withstand severe heat, create small explosions, and radiation manipulation. They’d typically be given radiation manipulation or the ability to withstand severe heat first. An element holder chosen based on their unpredictability, somewhat chaotic nature, or their curiosity would be given the power of water first. This would give them the ability to manipulate, control, and create water, breathe underwater, move underwater quickly and efficiently, communicate with underwater creatures, freeze water, unfreeze ice, and control water temperature. They’d typically gain the ability to breathe underwater first. An element holder can only gain the abilities of light, darkness, and metal after they’ve already mastered all four ‘original four.’ Their tattoo is of the ‘original four’ elements in a circle pattern. --- Physical Often known as the protector of the eight, a physical holder has enhanced senses, enhanced speed, enhanced strength, shield, and knowledge of weapons. They often gain the shield power or knowledge of weapons first. A physical holder is often chosen because of how motivated they are, their protective nature, and their willingness to defend others no matter the cost. The physical holder is extremely important to the group because they’re often the most driven and are always willing to defend the others, even against the rest of the group. They don’t typically choose sides based on who they like or dislike but what they think is right, still, their loyalty is never questioned, as a physical holder is almost always the most loyal of the group, only ever second to a truth holder. The physical holder's tattoo is of a dumbbell. --- Emotional/Healing Often known as the heart of the group, the emotional holder, also known as the healing holder, has the ability to heal physical wounds (on others, not themselves), has a vast knowledge of both medicines and poisons, the ability to see and alter auras, and, though it’s often seen as more of a curse than a power, a healer is also very often and very easily influenced by the emotions of those around them. They typically gain the ability to heal physical wounds first. An emotional holder is chosen because of a kind, understanding, and helpful nature. The emotional holder is arguably the most important member of the group, as they can save someone on the brink of death within a matter of minutes, they are also the main mediator of the group. Their kind and understanding nature allows them to see most sides in most situations, and the others trust them enough to listen to what they have to say. The emotional holder’s tattoo is a snake wrapped around a staff. --- Truth/Trust Typically called the lawyer of the group, the truth or trust holder is given the ability to distinguish the truth from a lie, to quite literally speak the truth into existence (in other words, if they believe that something is the truth enough, they could make it the truth by saying it with enough belief.), binding words, and, though it is often seen as more of a curse than a power, much like the healers influenced emotions, the truth holder is unable to lie. They’d be given the ability to distinguish the truth from a lie first. The truth holder is usually chosen because of a very intelligent, trustworthy, and maybe a little stuck-up personality. The trust holder is always the most believed person in the group. Even if they aren’t necessarily liked, they are always listened to because they cannot lie. Because of this, along with their internal ideas of liars and traitors, truth-holders are also always the most loyal of the group. Plus, they’re the best interrogators. The trust holder's tattoo is of a handshake. --- Manipulation/Judgement Often labeled the snake or the Loki of the group, the judgment holder, sometimes also known as the manipulation holder, has the ability to mimic someone's voice and appearance perfectly, create illusions, influence people's ideas or thoughts, and identify people's reasoning behind action. They usually learn to create minor illusions first. The judgment holder is chosen because of a more illusive or deceitful personality as well as their ability to read people. The judgment holder is by far the most disliked of the eight, often being blamed for problems and not trusted in the slightest, especially because they do what they want no matter what the others think. Still, the judgment holder plays an important role. They’re the best at understanding other sides of situations, despite what others may think, and without them, the others would have been caught by the enemy more than they have been. The judgment holder’s tattoo is of a puppet on strings. |
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~Master List~ Time Horatio Caeso / Male / 19 / Demisexual Panromantic / Ambi Space Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland / Male / 18 / Gay / Ambi Sound Nico Cosmos / AMAB Agender / 16 / Unlabeled/Queer / Ambi Elemental Micha Abbott / Male / 17 / Homosexual / Ambi Physical Gwyar Ariethous Fraouch / Male / 17 / Demisexual / Ambi Emotional/Healing Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo / Male / 16 / Demisexual / Ambi Trust/Truth Gen’ya Hiei Hikari / AMAB Demi-boy / 17 / Apresexual Demiromantic / Ambi Manipulation/Judgement Briar Sallow / Nonbinary / 17 / Minsexual / Poly |
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Time Name: Horatio Caeso *Nickname: Tio, anything you can come up with Age: 19 Birthday: January 19th Gender: Male *Blood Type: AB- Sexuality: Demisexual Panromantic Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi Alignment: Lawful Good Power/Rank: Time holder /~/ Appearance: Horatio, in all honesty, looks like a fucking math teacher. He has light brown skin that's mostly smooth, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, thin lips, and a 'normal' nose with square-shaped glasses perched on the edge. His hair is black with bangs that fall into his eyes occasionally, and his face is rectangular with a slightly wider forehead. Along with this, Tio has a trapezoid-shaped body with wider shoulders and a smaller waist, and he looks very fit overall. Horatio pretty much always dresses nicely, usually seen in a solid-colored collared shirt, khakis, and nice shoes, occasionally wearing a tie as well. He's of average height, standing at 5'11", and average weight at 152 pounds. He has no piercings, and his tattoo is on his right wrist. Personality: Horatio is, first off, very intelligent. He spent most of his life focusing on his studies and trying to earn his parents' approval by consistently being at the top of his class and being an honor student. His strongest subject is English language arts, and he took a liking to reading and writing at a young age, but he's skilled in math, science, and history as well. Tio is also constantly paying attention to his surroundings, it's very hard to catch him off guard. He likes to know where everything is at all times and he likes to know how everything works, this way things are less likely to go wrong. If he can control the environment, he can protect the people he cares about and he can protect the area that makes him feel safe. Then we have how Horatio interacts with people. First off, Tio isn't one to just walk up and talk to some random civilian, he observes first and then steps up to introduce himself if he deems it necessary. He also struggles a little with discussing anything that's not all logic-based, he's not great with processing emotions. Don't get me wrong, he tries, it's just a struggle for him. He has a tendency to push down and ignore his own emotions, so he doesn't quite understand that not everyone does the same. This isn't to say that Horatio doesn't care for people and tries to help them with all the needs they may have, he very much does. In fact, Tio is one of the most caring people around, he likes people (even if he's not the best with them), and he'll place himself in the face of danger in order to protect a total stranger. On top of this, Horatio isn't afraid to take control of a situation. He's a natural leader with a calm, level head, care for others, and the ability to act and think quickly in any given situation. If he sees something wrong with something, he'll point it out respectfully (usually) and do what he can to solve the problem. He takes responsibility when something goes wrong, whether it's actually his fault or the fault of one of his friends or team members, and he does everything in his power to fix it. *Likes: - Reading/Writing - Technology - Learning - Teaching - Leading *Dislikes: - Lying - Emotions - Abuse of any sorts - Assumptions Strengths: - Intelligence - Good leader - Trustworthy - Level-headed - His power Weaknesses: - Occasionally controlling - Struggles to understand emotions - Mental health problems - Not great with weapons *Fears/Phobias: Tio feels responsible for the other seven under his leadership and he's absolutely terrified of losing them. All of them matter more to him than life itself, and if something happens to any of them, Tio will likely break. /~/ Mental/Physical Disabilities: Mental: C-PTSD, OCD, Generalized Anxiety Disorder Physical: Slightly near-sighted *Allergies: None *Both/Left/Right-Handed: Both Voice: Horatio's voice is pretty standard in volume level naturally, though it doesn't take much effort for him to raise it if needed, not that he does it much. His voice is also slightly lower in pitch. Like most other things about him, Tio's speech is very formal most of the time. He likes to make sure he's extremely clear and well thought out with everything he says, especially when it comes to giving directions. His constants are very crisp and his vowels are enunciated. *Handwriting: Horatio's handwriting is very neat and put together. It's small with and pointer with an obvious difference in height of lower and uppercase letters. It also tends to be bolder, as Tio often presses a little too hard on the paper. *Themesong(s): Matilda- Harry Styles Surface Pressure- From Encanto Oldest- Brooke Alexx Rider's Lullaby- Jessie Mueller I Am Not A Robot- MARINA Average- Sushi Soucy dumb dumb- mazie Burned Out- Dodie Affiliations: TBD --- Sound Name: Nico Cosmos (No, Nico is not short for Nicolas, they will kill you-) *Nickname: Some people call them 'the sarcastic councilor' Call him what you want, she doesn't care. Age: 16 Birthday: April 9th Gender: AMAB Agender (uses any and all pronouns, neo pronouns included) *Blood Type: O- Sexuality: Unlabeled/Queer Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi Alignment: Chaotic Good Power/Rank: Sound holder /~/ Appearance: Nico is pretty relaxed in his style, they don't care too much and they don't care if others care, so what's the point? Nico has a diamond-shaped face with pale skin and a splash of freckles across her nose. His eyes are rounded and a light green color and their hair is black, shoulder-length, and slightly wavy. They have a smaller, more feminine frame and stand below average at only 5'5" and 120 pounds. They've got a trapezoid body shape with wider hips and shoulders, and he's relatively curvy. Typically, Nico will rock a simple t-shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes, adding a sweatshirt in colder weather. Occasionally they'll put on a bit of mascara and blush, but that's about all the effort you'll get out of her. Oh, right, they do have their ears pierced, and there's a set of sun and moon earings they're fond of. Nico's tattoo is on their right ankle. Personality: To start off, Nico is a ball of sass. They don't like being told what to do, and they don't like being put down. He despises stereotypes and will literally slap anyone who tries to talk down on themselves or anyone else around her. Also, Nico doesn't like being anything but independent, if someone tries to flirt with them in any way other than a joking way, they should expect a slap on the back of the head. If Nico likes someone, she'll make it very clear that that person is the only person (or, in the case of liking more than one person, those are the only people) that are allowed to flirt or make any moves on him at all. Along with all this, Nico's humor is very sarcastic. They tease and roll their eyes quite often, and it can sometimes be hard to tell if she's actually joking or not. Sass and teasing aside, Nico's actually a pretty nice person. They're accepting of everyone that's kind to everyone else, and he likes to help out with chores and such. She's also very protective of those he cares about and will place themselves in danger in order to protect those people. They're a good listener and will sit down to have a conversation or listen to a rant for anyone who needs it. At school, Nico is actually often called the 'the sarcastic councilor,' as she's often seen giving people a cup of coffee and listening to what they need and then, afterward, offering some form of comfort and a witty or sarcastic comment to lighten the mood. He's pretty good at making bad situations seem better, even if it's sometimes unintentional. Nico's intelligence is on a dangerous level, but they make an effort not to show it. They don't want to be well known or recognized, they want to be overlooked with the ability to fight back when needed and surprise everyone. They can run long math problems in their head in a matter of seconds, she's extremely skilled at finding solutions for real-world problems, and she excels at coding and decoding hidden messages and such. Now for emotions, Nico's not too good with their own. She can help other people all day, but he simply ignores his own problems. They'll have breakdowns quite frequently, usually panic attacks or depressive episodes, but they always hide it from other people. Nico doesn't want to be seen as weak. She wants to be independent and clever. He wants to be the annoying sass ball that everyone pretends to hate and secretly loves. Not weak. Never weak. *Likes: - Animals - Most people - Hitting people over the head (it's funny, okay-) - Making jokes and watching everyone trying to figure out if it's really a joke or not - Being sarcastic *Dislikes: - Government - People trying to tell him what to do - Negative emotions - Any form of abuse - People being put down/hurt Strengths: - Lightening the mood - Intelligence - Independent (mostly) - Reading/writing - Math - Socialization Weaknesses: - Their own emotions - The fear of appearing weak - Sometimes hot-headed - Overprotective - A little too independent *Fears/Phobias: Their main fear is definitely being seen as weak, but he also fears being completely alone. Oh, and spiders. Spiders are creepy. They can deal with stupid people, but they will squeal if there's a spider anywhere near her. /~/ Mental/Physical Disabilities: Mental: Generalized anxiety disorder, moderate to severe depression, C-PTSD Physical: None *Allergies: None *Both/Left/Right-Handed: Right-handed Voice: Nico's voice is, simply put, gorgeous. His tone is light and they speak very clearly, enunciating every word. Even when she's not singing, their voice flows well and is pretty easy to listen to. Nico's voice isn't too high, nor too low, but somehow right in the middle. *Handwriting: Nico's handwriting is definitely more on the sloppy side. You can usually make out what they're trying to say, but it might take some effort. His letters are big and loopy and she's the type of person to draw different shapes as the dot of an 'I.' *Themesong(s): Nobody- Mitski Too Close- Sir Chloe YKWIM?- Yot Club Young- Vacations Family Line- Conan Gray Blow My Brains Out- Tikkle Me The Beer- Kimya Dawson Ramblings Of A Lunatic- Bears In Trees Holy- PVRIS Generation Why- Conan Gray Affiliations: TBD ---- Judgment Name: Briar Sallow *Nickname: Whatever you can come up with Age: 17 Birthday: August 4th Gender: AMAB Nonbinary, they/them pronouns *Blood Type: AB+ Sexuality: Minsexual Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Poly Alignment: Chaotic Good Power/Rank: Judgment/Manipulation holder /~/ Appearance: Like most things about Briar, their appearance is intentionally confusing. Any stupid homophobe who wants to misgender them is gonna have to try real hard because they manage to fall in the direct middle of feminine and masculine representing. They have a square face shape with a pronounced jawline and forehead, they have a 'normal' nose and fuller lips that always seem to be upturned and smirking while their eyes are almond-shaped and a light, honey brown, often glowing with amusement. Their hair is shaven in the back and on the sides, left long in the front to occasionally fall into their eyes. It's naturally a darker brown, but it's highlighted blonde and the ends are still a very faded bluish-green from when they dyed it a year ago. Briar's skin is lightly tanned and covered in scars from multiple different occasions that Briar refuses to discuss. They're about average height at 6'0" and slightly smaller than the normal weight at 120 pounds. Their wardrobe is made up of random, mostly brightly colored garments. Some dresses, some skirts, some t-shirts, some Hawaiian shirts, and some other random things. Really, the only consistency in their wardrobe is a pair of black tennis shoes. They have their ears pierced and their nose pierced and they have an odd assortment of ear and nose rings that they wear. Their tattoo is on their right ankle. Personality: Briar is a confusing character, to say the least. They aren't one for rules, first off, preferring to do what they think is best rather than what they're actually supposed to. This gets them into trouble a lot, as you would expect, but, more than often, they're able to get out of it without much consequence. Maybe this is because of their certain charm, or maybe it's just because everyone around them is too used to their chaos to actually care anymore. Whatever the case, Briar's gotten away with a lot more than they ever should have. Briar also doesn't have a great reputation, they're known to be a liar and an annoying person to be around, so most people just avoid them. Actually, Briar hasn't had any real friends since elementary, though they claim not to care. In reality, Briar does care very much. They enjoy socialization and would like to be able to talk to people without being immediately discarded. Still, they continue to bug others by flirting and teasing. Really, Briar has an extremely intelligent understanding of people that no one ever notices because of their typically annoying nature. In actuality, Briar can almost always pick out how someone is feeling by a quick glance in their direction. They process and understand emotions and emotional actions more than most people. Perhaps most confusing about Briar, however, is the fact that they never take sides. Not even once has Briar chosen a side in an argument or a fight. They've jumped continually back and forth between two ideas. It drives a lot of people crazy because they can make a great point for one side that will give them an edge for a few minutes and then turn around and give the other side an equally as strong point. It drags the argument out until one side finally gives up or both sides get annoyed at Briar and leave. *Likes: - A bit of chaos - Animals - Making bad jokes - Confusing people *Dislikes: - Rules - Being ignored - Stuck-ups - People who can't take a joke - Misgendering Strengths: - Lying - Hiding - Playing devil's advocate - Confusing people Weaknesses: - Making friends - Animals - Annoying - Mental health *Hates: *Fears/Phobias: /~/ Mental/Physical Disabilities: Mental: C-PTSD, Moderate to severe depression, Panic disorder, major and severe derealization Physical: Occasionally their right hand will clench up or spasm as a result of an old and untreated wound *Allergies: None *Both/Left/Right-Handed: Both Voice: Briar's voice is naturally loud and slightly higher in pitch. They also talk way faster than they really should, resulting in a bit of a jumbled mess sometimes. *Handwriting: Briar's handwriting is surprisingly neat. It's smaller and loopier with the occasional addition of some fancy cursive type lines and curves. *Themesong(s): Redemption- Besomorph, Coopex, RIELL Joke's On You- Charlotte Lawrence It's Ok I Wouldn't Remember Me Either- Crywank Evelyn Evelyn- Evelyn Evelyn Angry- Paravi Ain't No Rest For The Wicked- Cage The Elephant Kids- Current Joys Feel So Empty- Bears In Trees Ancient Dreams In A Modern Land- MARINA Why Am I Like This?- Orla Gartland Bones- Imagine Dragons Affiliations: --- Elemental Name: Micha Abbott *Nickname: M, Micky, anything you can think of Age: 17 Birthday: Febuary 15th Gender: Male *Blood Type: AB- Sexuality: Homosexual Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi Alignment: Neutral Good Power/Rank: Elemental holder Starting element: Air /~/ Appearance: Micha typically works pretty hard on his appearance, as he cares a lot about fashion. His fashion, however, isn't the typical 'high-school fashion,' it's actually kind of... out there, which is very contradictory to his actual personality. He has a diamond-shaped face with wider cheekbones and a smaller forehead and jaw and a slightly pointed chin. His eyes are almond-shaped and a soft hazel color, taking in the world with a quiet, gentle gaze. His hair is a chestnut brown and slightly longer than shoulder-length, often pulled up into a bun or hanging down in a braid. His skin is a soft caramel color with warm yellow and orange undertones, giving him a somewhat healthy glow. He's 5'7" and weighs a healthy 124 pounds. As for what he wears, Micha is almost always in bright colors, and it's not uncommon for him to pull off something that most people would think is just completely mismatched and out there. Usually, he has a solid-colored T-shirt with a floral shirt over it or maybe a bright sweatshirt. He's most often seen in blue skinny jeans and tennis shoes that he custom-painted when he first got them. Micha is also typically wearing a set of stud diamond earrings and a simple heart locket on a silver chain that his little sister gave him a few years ago. Oh, and he loves skirts, particularly longer ones, stopping just above or below the knee, and he wears them often, not giving two shits what other people think. When it comes to fashion, if it's cute, Micha is going to wear it. There's no such thing as 'male' or 'female' clothing, it's just a different style. Micha is a total make-up geek, he knows the best brands and the colors that suit him best, and he loves to use make-up that doesn't cover up his natural beauty, but rather enhances it, and he encourages those he cares about to do the same if they're interested in make-up. Don't cover up, let people see you more clearly. He always has mascara and eyeliner as well as different varieties of eyeshadow and blush, though he usually keeps away from lipstick, sticking to a simple lip balm or lip gloss instead. Oh, and his nails are usually painted as well. When it comes to scars, Micha has quite a few, most from self-harm that he doesn't even try to hide, and a few from past fights or accidents. He has a semi-colon tattoo on his right wrist in full display. 'I'm a survivor, and I'm proud of it. Even when things get hard, I'll keep going.' And he also has a somewhat messy rose tattoo on his left shoulder that he had his little sister draw for him. His power tattoo is on the left side of his neck. Oh, right, his wings! Micha's wings are a gradient of color, the smallest feathers are darker pink, and they grow paler and paler as they grow larger so that the largest of his feathers are such a pale pink that they appear almost white. They're large enough that he could fully wrap them around himself and someone else if he wanted to and they're very soft, even though they are relatively fragile. Personality: Despite his rather open appearance, Micha isn't actually that social. He doesn't mind talking to people every once in a while, but he's also not going to walk up and talk to someone unless he already knows them very well. He actually gets very nervous when talking, scared to slip up. He's pretty confident when it comes to storytelling and presenting projects to a large class, but when it comes to one on one contact, Micha's not great. He's a performer, but he's not good at holding a solid conversation with someone he doesn't already know. Micha is very creative, and he loves to write, sing, and draw. He's very involved in the theater part of the school and he's probably one of the best artists in the whole school. He likes showing off his work, though, again, only to a larger crowd. When you know Micha well, he's very laid back and fun to be around, always wanting to make you smile and laugh, but also knowing how to listen well. Micha's one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet, and he loves to help out, understanding emotions pretty well. He'll encourage you to be yourself and let your creative side shine through, and he'll stick up for you if you need it, but he's not overly protective. He's very loyal and expects those he lets close to be the same, so he never really gets jealous, and it's very hard to anger him. Plus, he doesn't hold many expectations, the only one he really has is that those he lets in won't simply turn him away and walk out again. Micha is, in the words of his little sister, "the best big brother in the whole world!" He's very supportive and loving with his little sister, Niki, and they have a very strong relationship. The two have been through a lot together, and Micha is Niki's role model. When you do manage to anger Micha, he's very passive, and he doesn't like fighting at all. He'll probably just ignore you or shrug it off. The only time he really acts out is when someone threatens or hurts his friends or sister. Micha has a very good sense of himself, and he's very in tune with his emotions, negative and positive. He's learned how to control himself, and though his depression sometimes still gets the best of him, he typically keeps control pretty well, even though he is a very emotional person. *Likes: - Writing/Drawing/Painting - Singing - Performing - Cats - Sweets *Dislikes: - Any kind of hate - Fighting - Gender norms - Math - Bullies Strengths: - Singing/performing - Intelligent - Drawing/painting/writing - Understanding emotions Weaknesses: - Fighting (physical) - He can be very emotional - Shy - Math *Hates: Homophobia, Transphobia, Gender norms, Bullies, Fighting *Fears/Phobias: Arachnophobia, Atychiphobia, and mild Nosophobia /~/ Mental/Physical Disabilities: Mental: Depression and mild insomnia Physical: Nope! *Allergies: Pollen *Both/Left/Right-Handed: Right Voice: Micha's voice is naturally quiet, though he's learned how to project after being in so many plays and performances. It's warm and slightly higher in pitch. It's smooth and generally well put together and easy to understand, though he does occasionally stutter or slightly slur his speech. Also, the letter 'r' is a little hard for him to pronounce. *Handwriting: Micha's handwriting is actually kind of sloppy, he has a tendency to write too quickly as his brain moves faster than his hand, resulting in some weirdly drawn shapes that vaguely resemble words. He's a good writer, it's just a matter of making out what the fuck he's trying to say, Micha struggles with it himself, honestly. *Themesong(s): Born This Way- Lady Gaga Unstoppable- Sia This is me- From the Greatest Showman Don't Be So Hard On Yourself- Jess Glynne Made You Look- Meghan Trainor Could Have Been Me- Halsey Little Me- Little Mix Cinderella's Dead- EMELINE Too Precious- Em Beihold Affiliations: TBD |
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|~| Rev |~| Name: Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland. Nickname(s): Try it, I dare you. Age: 18. Birthday: January 20th. Gender: Male. Blood Type: B-. Sexuality: Gay. Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi. Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Power/Rank: Space. /~/ Appearance:  (Credit to [email protected]) Revan resides at a shorter height of 5’ 5”, though he looks 5’ 9” because of a simple thing called 4-inch heeled boots. His skin tone is ivory with yellowish undertones, which adds to his overall sicker look. He has quite a few freckles along his nose and cheeks, something he hates because they remind him of... A few things. His new tattoo of a crescent moon with a star hanging from the top of it is at their shoulder. -- Revan has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are rather sunken, and he gives no reason as to why, as if he just doesn’t even notice the fact. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making confident and sly smirks/grins his most often seen expression. -- His eyebrows are rather thin, though with the slightest of arch’s. Finally his eyes, which he hates with a burning passion, are a deepset hooded in shape, with heavy bags underneath them that are hard to ignore given the circular glasses that he has to wear due to his terrible eyesight. He has heterochromia, with his left eye being amber and the right one being shades that make it look purple, though he’ll wear colored contacts to make them both seem amber in color. His face is framed by bleached blonde hair, though you can sometimes see black roots coming up. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the tips of all of it go just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck. It’s usually in his face, though it's not exactly messy hair of any kind... It's pretty professional-like, though with a slight unkempt aura around it, like he made it look like that without even watching or thinking about what he was doing, which is probably the case. -- His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a short torso matched with longer legs, everything about him screams lanky and maybe even bony. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 107 lbs, his BMI at 17.80 and being underweight by 5 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, never giving an excuse and when he does it’s always work. -- As for scars, he has one hidden within his hair and one at his stomach, both look years old though the stomach one does look older. He also has quite a few on his arms, though even the newest ones look to be a month or two old at this point.  (Credit to [email protected]) Voice: Revan’s voice is near the middle when it comes to high or low, though teetering towards higher just slightly. His voice is smooth too, a practiced kind of smooth though, where it usually sounds monotonous and confident and deeper. Handwriting: His handwriting isn’t terrible, in fact? It’s very effective. Most of the time, his handwriting is a readable print that doesn’t sway or slant or change over time. But if it’s something he doesn’t expect anyone but him to read or even see? It’s like a whole other person wrote it, and he’s been told it’s illegible multiple times. /~/ Personality: He is a very serious person, practically refusing any and all emotional attachment. It's a fear of his, to lose someone close to him, the best way he seems to be able to not experience that is by not getting close to anyone. He's very antisocial and awkward, so don't expect too many big speeches. Though he is extremely intelligent when it comes to things like technology, math, science, and history. He will most likely end up rolling his eyes and scoffing at someone for getting a problem or equation or even, question, wrong. Even in day-to-day life with questions like, 'how do you spell something?' -- He also has a lot of perseverance and cares for those he knows deeply, even if he won't admit it. He also seems to have quite the ego, though it's usually faked, and whenever it’s real, it’s shattered by the smallest mistake, or sometimes, even insult. -- He tries not to let things get to him, but he's quick to anger if someone he cares for does something extremely reckless and/or they could’ve died. He’s also loyal to a fault but if something almost happens to someone he knows/cares about, he’ll cut them off from his life, even going as far as to tell them not to contact/talk him ever again, right after getting onto them for doing whatever it was, it’s how he’s lost many friends. -- Other than that, he’s also an insomniac by choice, hating the nightmares that plague his sleep otherwise. The only time you’ll ever see him sleeping is if he passed out from exhaustion and you managed to find him wherever that happened to be at. Accompanying the insomnia, most notably, is probably the intense feelings of guilt that he tries to hide with his confident facade/front. -- He has the tendency to put off his problems at any given time, trying to ignore them and just... Run from them... As quick as possible. He doesn't want to deal with them, doesn't want them, and doesn't feel like he should even have them. So he pushes them deep down and focuses on others problems' rather than his own. Of course, without them realizing that he’s focusing on them, obviously. Likes: Technology, work, books, tea, coffee, researching, having his ego stroked, horses(will never admit it), solitude, and crowds. Dislikes: Not having service, people thinking he’s dumb, people blaming him, losing people close to him, making mistakes/failure, having to do speeches, having nightmares, solitude, his mum/mentions of family, and crowds. Strengths: Technology, Puzzles, Academic-like stuff, Lying/Keeping Secrets, Running. Weaknesses: Physical strength, People, Socializing, Making Friends, Mourning. Fears/Phobias: Having nightmares, mistakes/failure, being blamed, losing those he’s close to, getting close to people. /~/ Mental Illnesses: Depression, Insomnia, Anxiety, and C-PTSD. Addictions: Coffee. Physical Disabilities: Extremely Near-Sighted. Allergies: None. Both/Left/Right-Handed: Both. /~/ Themesong(s): Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez. Run and Go by Twenty One Pilots. Youth by Troye Sivan. Stand Out Fit In by One OK Rock. Castle by Halsey. Born For This by The Score. Shots by Imagine Dragon. Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons. Harder Better Faster Stronger by Daft Punk. The Search by NF. Polarize by Twenty One Pilots. Message Man by Twenty One Pilots. Heaven by Troye Sivan. Pity Party by Melanie Martinez. Migraine by Twenty One Pilots. Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin. I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by Set It Off. Come Hang Out by AJR. Bang! by AJR. Isolate by Sub Urban. arrow by Half Alive. Suicidal Thoughts by Josh A, iamjakehill. Bullet by Hollywood Undead. Memento Mori by Crywank. Deep Thoughts by NEFFEX. Affiliations: TBD. |~| Aries |~| Name: Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch. Nickname(s): Aries, Khorne, Ari, and whatever else. Age: 17. Birthday: July 23rd. Gender: Male. Blood Type: O-. Sexuality: Demisexual. Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi. Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Power/Rank: Physical. /~/ Appearance:  (Credits to [email protected]) Gwyar resides at a height of 6’5”, a rather intimidating height to most. Though even how he holds himself is enough to intimidate most, he practically adds another inch with how confidently he holds himself. His skin tone is pale ivory-porcelain with neutral undertones, which adds to his overall paler, sicker look. He has almost no freckles on his body, except for one or two here and there. When it comes to piercings, Gwyar has plenty. His dumbbell tattoo is at his neck. -- Gwyar has a diamond face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, and the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the longer side. His cheeks are on the slimmer side. Now for the nose, something that he’s glad about is the fact that it is an aquiline shaped nose, meaning it's the stereotypical 'normal' nose. His lips are downturned in shape, making confident, sly smirks or thin, pressed lines as his resting expressions. -- His eyebrows are rather thick in thickness, with a rather obvious arch. Finally his eyes, these are a deepset hooded. His eyes are a silver gray, with heavy eye bags underneath. His face is framed by wavy, red hair. The back of his hair is fluffier than the front by a long shot, and the back of it goes to his hips in length, while the front only goes down to his ears. It’s usually in either a ponytail, a bun, or a braid. Or, well, multiple braids. - His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, everything about him screams that he’s a brawn kind of guy. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man weighs at around 140 lbs, his BMI at an unhealthy 16.60, underweight by 26 pounds, and the weight he does have is mostly due to muscle and height alone. His fingernails are rather long and sharp, something he takes pride in. They mean he can attack someone with just his nails if he has to, after all. -- Now for the ‘fun’ part… Scars. Gwyar has plenty of scars. He has one that goes from under the right corner of his lip and through it. He also has one that looks like a slash across his neck. As well as a scar that goes from the top of his left eyebrow to his hairline. He also has one across the bridge of his nose, and another going up his right chin and cheek, ending a bit beside the one at his lip. And one that’s a diagonal scar from the inner corner of his right eye and across his nose to his left cheek. He has plenty of scars littering his scalp, all more or less hidden by his hair. And all of the ones covering his arms, ones that give the impression of blocking either blades or whips. Take your pick on that, because chances are he’ll never tell. Much more intimidating to not explain, after all. Along with ones at his wrist and ankles, circling them as if cuffs that were too tight. And a burn scar, of a perfectly smithed sword pointing upwards, right between his shoulder blades in the small of his back. The burn also seems to have caused a small permanent dent there, in the shape of the scar.  (Credit to [email protected]) Voice: A scratchy, hoarse Bass voice. Handwriting: Very fast? He can write very fast. And it’s legible. /~/ Personality: To put simply, Gwyar is loud, confident, and laidback. He doesn’t care what anyone else says or does or thinks. He has a very ‘Who cares what the world says? What matters most is what you say’ mindset. Of course though, that’s only how he shows himself. Quite honestly… He cares- A lot. His ego is very easy to break, and ten times as hard to build up again. -- He’s fiercely loyal, and it’s both a downfall and an asset. Both for the same reason. He’ll never betray someone once he sees them as a friend. Once a friend, always a friend. Even if they end up hurting him too many times to count. This has managed to get him into a few bad situations with friends that ended up with them not being friends anymore. -- Something else that’s a blessing and a curse is how honest he is. Which is very. The only way he can lie is by hiding things- And even then… If someone finds out and questions him on it, he’ll end up telling the truth. This has caused his loyalty and honesty to have many internal battles- The outcome tends to depend on whether or not he subconsciously knows what he’s hiding will end up causing more harm by lying than not. More often than not, what he’s hiding is how he truly feels. It’s just about the only thing that he doesn’t have to battle honesty vs loyalty with, either. -- Guilt is something that is very easy for him to feel… It doesn’t matter how long ago it was; if he’s reminded of it in a way that could make it seem like it was his fault- Then he’ll take that to heart. And no matter if someone else tells it in a different way later on where it wouldn’t seem like his fault; the guilt will linger. -- To him; actions speak louder than words. People can lie with words but it’s harder to lie with actions. And even his own lying, when he does it, tends to follow this pattern. It’s harder for him to act fine than it is to say that he’s fine. He can wake up and say he’s fine, but he needs a few minutes to actually work himself into acting fine. The only words that mean anything to him are ones written in history books. And they literally just describe actions, talk about actions. -- He also has absolutely no social skills. His default modes of talking are long speeches and short, clipped replies or orders or whatever else. Most of his speaking interactions have either not existed due to being extremely introverted or have happened in times of semi-crisis, stress, or pressure. Or in training for numerous things. So social interactions, cues, and skills are practically nonexistent. He’s much better with business or professional talking though, and his voice tends to be fairly monotone- Something that he inherited from his mother, that he truly doesn’t enjoy. -- He’s incredibly impulsive, and with his tendency to not care what happens to him- He can throw himself into danger and not think twice about it. He’ll beat someone up if they mess with his friends, he’ll burn down an entire town if his morals are questioned. Frankly, he’ll do a lot if he has to. Or thinks he has to. -- His memory… Is astounding, to put simply. Specifically, his muscle memory. If he physically does something once, chances are that he’ll be able to do it with ease again and again afterwards. And his ability to remember written words and numbers is great too, not quite on the level of photographic but fairly close. Especially with his tendency to use marks, write notes, and any other trick when it comes to books. Audiographic and other memory types are where it starts to taper off, especially audio memory. He’ll forget everything people say rather easily if it isn’t reinstated multiple times. Which is why he tends to write lists or notes or reminders for himself. They definitely help. Likes: History/Mythology, Hunting/Tracking, Training, Learning, Stars, Reading, Nature, Fall, and Winter. Dislikes: Crowds, Swearing, Bright Lights, Confined Spaces, Socializing, Illness/Injury, Hurting People(In any way, shape, or form), Spring, and Summer. Skills: Swordsmanship! Aries knows what he’s doing with a sword, there’s no other way to put it. He learned from a young age, and enjoyed it enough to keep at it. -- Hand-to-Hand combat. He knows how to throw a punch, and a kick. And with the amount of muscle he’s been able to build up? Yeah, he’s ready to beat people up with his bare fists. -- Strategy. Despite seeming like an ‘all brawn and no brain’ based on appearance alone- Don’t question his intelligence, since he does know how to use his brawn most effectively. No denying how much his love of history helped, it definitely allows him to pull some last second tricks based off of old, dead people. -- Survival Trivia! He can usually identify what’s safe to eat/drink and what isn’t. Not to mention he knows how to make a fire. Pretty useful. Strengths: Secrets, Tolerance/Endurance, Loyal, Honesty, Stealth, Adaptable, Physical Strength, Observant, and Helpful. Weaknesses: Lying, Trust Issues/Paranoia, Loyal, Self-Esteem Issues/Social Skills, Emotions, Insomnia/Nightmares, Intrusive Thoughts, Easily Guilt-Tripped/Manipulated, and Extreme Abandonment Issues. Fears/Phobias: Severe Claustrophobia, Severe Nosocomephobia, Mild Aphenphosmphobia, Mild Iatrophobia, Mild Trypanophobia, Mild Atychiphobia, and Mild Methyphobia. /~/ Mental Illnesses: C-PTSD, Depression, Anxiety, Insomnia. Probably more, in all honesty. Physical Disabilities: None. Allergies: None. Both/Left/Right-Handed: Both. /~/ Themesong(s): State of My Head by Shinedown. Nightmares & Flare Guns by Seb Adams. Belly of the Beast by Brennan Savage. Oh Ana by Mother Mother. Wires by The Neighbourhood. Violent by carolesdaughter. useless by updog. pins&needles by andy polk & cookii. Myself by NEFFEX. Bury Me Low by 8 Graves. 3AM by ASHS. 911 by Ellise. Medication by YUNGBLUD. Facetime Unavailable by Delaney Kai & Kyoto Black. Little Poor Me by Layto. Be Somebody by Phil Good. Devil I Know by Allie X. MONSTERS by Shinedown. TV Head by Elliot Lee. Virtual Reality by rey. Anthropophobia (English) by Jubyphonic. So Down by Mother Mother. Until It Doesn’t Hurt by Mother Mother. Carve A Name by Mother Mother. I’m Not A Cynic by Alec Benjamin. Affiliations: TBD. |~| Gorōta |~| Name: Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo. Nickname(s): Anything you can come up with. Age: 16. Birthday: September 5th. Gender: Male. Blood Type: O+. Sexuality: Demisexual. Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi. Alignment: Neutral Good. Power/Rank: Emotional/Healing. /~/ Appearance:  (Credits to [email protected]) Gorōta resides at a height of 6’ 0”, though his back is usually hunched to where he looks 5' 10". His skin tone is a pale bisque with neutral undertones. He has plenty of freckles on his body, though especially at his cheeks, nose, and shoulders. His new tattoo of a staff encircled by a serpent is on his upper arm, near his shoulder. -- Gorōta has a rather oval face shape, meaning he has a smaller forehead and a smaller chin, but the middle of his face is wider, the whole thing on the smaller side. His cheeks are rather sunken despite this, and he swears that it’s just because he is always so busy, usually being said in a dismissive tone as he works. Now for the nose, something that rather dislikes, he has a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. His lips are downturned thin in shape, making slight, timid frowns as his most often seen expression. -- His eyebrows are rather thin, though with a slight arch. Despite them being thin and rather straight, the right eyebrow has a scar that starts a bit above the eyebrow to a bit under his eye. Finally, his eyes, the right of which he hates with a burning passion, they are deepset hooded in shape and a dark gray in color at his left one. His right eye is missing, leaving only a socket that he prefers people would just not ask about. His face is framed by black hair that is most often found messy and in his face, the tips of all of it going just below the ears in length, the back going down to the nape of his neck. -- His body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a long torso matched with long legs, everything about him screams lanky. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this man only weighs in at around 122 lbs, his BMI at 16.54 and being underweight by 15 pounds. He doesn’t even seem to notice the fact that he’s underweight, dismissing attempts to tell him by stating that he’s busy. He also sports quite a few scars too, the most prominent one is at his right eye and basically covers the entire eye in scar tissue, the other ones are mostly on his arms. Though, there is one at his neck, that he leaves completely unexplained, just like all his other ones too. Voice: Gorōta’s voice is on the higher side of the spectrum, not screechy or gravelly, but quiet and holding back. It’s what many people would think a scared voice would sound like, but it’s just his regular one. Handwriting: Not terrible, though definitely not the best either. At least it’s legible? He does not know cursive, thank you very much random stranger who thought he was writing in cursive. /~/ Personality: Gorōta is not the type of person someone would see as a people person. Stuttering with practically any sentence unless he starts ranting, and he can’t tell any social cues apart. He also ends up fidgeting under any type of stare, refusing to make any eye contact. He can also be jumpy around new people, and will often try giving nervous chuckles out to try and calm his own nerves, the tactic never really working. -- Within friend groups, he is seen as the peacemaker, always trying to keep everyone from killing each other and keep fights from happening. Despite his awkward and timid outlook, he hates hearing people fight and yell, so he’ll try to keep that from happening at any costs. Despite having his own problems to deal with, he’ll put his friends’ problems above his own and try to help them through theirs before even trying to acknowledge his own. -- Paranoia is something extremely obvious when it comes to Gorōta. Preferring to be prepared for anything, he’ll often think about absolutely anything that could go wrong, no matter how unrealistic it is. Due to this, he can oftentimes be found pacing while stroking his chin like a madman trying to think. Due to this paranoia of his, he’s more likely to lie right off the bat and then regret doing so immediately, but be unable to admit the truth because of his timid nature. -- He’s stubborn when it comes to basically anything, even with his awkward nature. Though, he’s easily intimidated and if you scare him enough, he’ll back off. But usually, it’ll take more than just some yelling and staring to scare him enough. Because when he really sets his mind on something, it’s more likely that raising a hand at him or getting into his personal space will get his attention. -- He's very rooted in fear, and maybe some subconscious level of shame. It's hard for him to believe everything will be okay or that he's actually good enough for the people around him. He tends to put anyone else before himself, even if he doesn't necessarily like them, just because he sees their lives as more important than his own. He has a very, 'I probably won't achieve anything as great as everyone else, so why even bother?' sort of outlook. He tends to think of himself as helpless, hopeless, and cowardly. Not really ever seeing(or looking for) the good in himself. -- He puts helping in front of everything, no matter what. No matter how he feels about someone, or how they may have treated him- If they're hurt, he's not going to leave them behind or let them die. He'd rather save a villain then let them die, even if it means they'll kill him instead. This carries over for the people he cares about, though he often beats himself up about how in the heat of a moment- He'll freeze up, unable to move and do anything if the need arises. He would love to say that he'd take a bullet for a friend, but his freeze reaction makes that impossible. And he hates himself for it, because if he could? If he didn't freeze? He'd be catching bullets for strangers or literal murderers even. Likes: Learning, Helping, Sewing, Movies, Coffee, Books/Reading, Success, Open areas. Dislikes: Fights/Conflict, Loud Noises, Being asked to pick sides, Attention, Failure, Large crowds of people, His eye getting commented on/asked about, Small spaces. Strengths: Stealthy, Realistic, Observant, Lying/Hiding things, Intelligence, Preparing/Planning, Empathetic, Listening, Inventing/Hacking, Health science. Weaknesses: Cowardly, Paranoid, Compulsive liar, His right eye, Easily guilt-tripped/manipulated, Lacks all physical strength, Awkward conversations, Easily intimidated, Not much stamina, Overly caring. Fears/Phobias: Being useless/worthless, Being completely alone, Claustrophobia, Losing friends. /~/ Mental Illnesses: Depression, Anxiety, Selective Mutism, C-PTSD, Insomnia, and Anorexia Nervosa. Physical Disabilities: Asthma. His right eye. Addictions: None. Allergies: None. Both/Left/Right-Handed: Left-Handed. /~/ Themesong(s): Doubt by Crywank. Notches by Crywank. Anxiety by Blackbear. Trees by Twenty One Pilots. Heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots. Level of Concern by Twenty One Pilots. House of Gold by Twenty One Pilots. Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots. Screen by Twenty One Pilots. Smithereens by Twenty One Pilots. WHY by NF. Black Bile by The Comedown. Second Chance by Shinedown. Iridescent by Linkin Park. One More Light by Linkin Park. Good Intentions by Dappy. DROWN by AViVA. Affiliations: TBD. |~| Gen’ya |~| Name: Gen’ya Hiei Hikari. Nickname(s): Whatever you can think of. Age: 17. Birthday: October 28th. Gender: AMAB Demi-Boy. Blood Type: A-. Sexuality: Apresexual Demiromantic. Mono/Poly/Ambi/None: Ambi. Alignment: Lawful Neutral. Power/Rank: Trust/Truth. /~/ Appearance:  (Credit to [email protected]) Gen’ya stands at an average height of 5' 6”, their skin tone is porcelain with cool undertones. They have plenty of freckles, all of which sticking out immensely due to their light skin, which is something they hate. The new tattoo of a handshake is on their ankle. -- Gen’ya has an inverted-triangle face shape, meaning they have a wider forehead and a smaller chin that’s also sharper, the whole thing is on the longer side. Their cheeks are rather sunken. Now for the nose, they have a hawk shaped nose, meaning it starts off the same way a ‘normal’ nose would, and then goes off the deep end at a slight angle, the tip of it a bit lower than the nasals. Their lips are downturned thin in shape, making small frowns their most often seen expression. -- Their eyebrows are rather thin though dark in color, making them easier to see. Finally, their eyes are a deepset hooded shape and a dark gray in color, that could almost count for black. Dark eyebags outline both of his eyes. Both eyes, they can see out of, though they are extremely farsighted and so must wear glasses if trying to look at something up close. Their face is framed by black hair that is most often found messy and in their face, the tips of all of it going to the middle of their ears in length, the back going just past the nape of their neck. -- Their body structure could quickly be described as rectangular, a torso matched with the same length of legs. Everything about them screams bony. Especially when taking into consideration the fact that this person only weighs in at around 90 lbs, their BMI at 14.52 and being underweight by 25 pounds. -- They only have one tattoo, though it definitely makes up for not having more. It is of a large, black kraken or octopus on their back. It takes up the entire lower back, from right under their shoulder blades all the way to the hip bones, and a tentacle reaches to go around them on either side. -- As for scars, they have plenty. They have one on their neck covered by their choker that looks like a slash, they have multiple burn scars on their upper arms and shoulders, and then quite a few scars lining their forearms. Quite often, bruises also cover their arms or legs or back too. Voice: His voice is on the lower side of things, and is much deeper than his appearance would have you believe. It’s also much smoother too, though it definitely has a hoarse undertone. Handwriting: Gen’ya’s handwriting is an eloquent cursive. They don’t try to make it fancy, it just is. They do quite enjoy it though. /~/ Personality: Gen’ya is usually extremely calm and stoic, seeming like a voice of reason in tough situations. On the outside he’s able to keep his head during times of panic, though on the inside he’ll be panicking like everyone else. It’s in his nature to be secretive and hide things from others, making him seem distant and detached. -- Due to his secretive nature he has a problem of holding things in and never talking about how he feels. Despite all of this, he’s quite poetic and charismatic when he allows himself to be, which is always a rare sight. Especially as he truly only allows it whenever he’s alone. Though most often, his poetic/dramatic language does tend to come out at times. -- Though he’s extremely caring of others, he’s also quick to anger when someone he cares for is in danger or gets hurt. He’s also quick to put the blame on someone, usually himself, and when that’s the case he’ll be apologizing for what seems like forever, even when someone states that it’s okay. Though at some point, he’ll start holding in the misplaced guilt just like he holds in everything else. He’s also extremely modest, to the point where he will deflect all compliments by instead complimenting the person who had complimented him and making himself seem gray in comparison. This also has led to quite a few insecurities. -- Despite looking like, and being, an emo, he isn’t actually a big fan of the night or darkness and usually ends up staying up late into the night no matter how tired he really is. He has trouble falling asleep with all types of light off as well, usually keeping a lamp, flashlight, nightlight, or anything else on. The only time he turns them off is if someone realizes it’s still on. To others, he seems like a huge fan of the dark and solitude, and he makes sure to keep it that way by oftentimes stating that something would be better if darker. -- He’s also a people-pleaser by default, caring about what others think of him and trying to live up to their expectations. If he isn’t able to do so, he’s extremely harsh on himself. He doesn’t care if the expectations are impossibly high, he’ll give his everything and more to try and reach them. As for other people, he believes what is basically the exact opposite. That they don’t need to do anything for them to be good or perfect. Likes: Sunsets/Sunrises, Tea, Day, Candles/Candlelight, Writing, Poetry, Theatre, Music, Solitude. Dislikes: Compliments, Coffee, Night, Loud Noises, Crowds, Bright Lights, Worry, Failure. Strengths: Agile, Intelligence, Singing, Charismatic, Poetic, Hiding Things(Not Lying, Per Say), Playing Guitar, Observant. Weaknesses: Easily Guilt-tripped, Farsighted, Paranoid, Modest, Temper, No Self-Esteem, His High Expectations, Physical Strength. Fears/Phobias: Nyctophobia, Mild Claustrophobia, Being Judged, Being Hated, Fighting. /~/ Mental Illnesses: Depression, Anxiety, Bulimia Nervosa, Anorexia Nervosa, Insomnia, and C-PTSD. Addictions: None. Physical Disabilities: Extremely Farsighted. Allergies: None. Both/Left/Right-Handed: Left-Handed. /~/ Themesong(s): Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold. Teenagers by My Chemical Romance. Natural Born Killer by Avenged Sevenfold. I am sh* by Crywank. New Divide by Linkin Park. Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance. Soap by Melanie Martinez. Welcome To The Family by Avenged Sevenfold. The End. by My Chemical Romance. Say Amen (Saturday Night) by Panic! at the Disco. What I’ve Done by Linkin Park. Helena by My Chemical Romance. Bury A Friend by Billie Eilish. I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance. Breaking The Habit by Linkin Park. 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Horatio Caeso / Male / 19 / Demisexual Panromantic / Ambi / Time- Visions / M: Fher (elder Time holder), Everyone (indirectly) Horatio sat silently in his room, his laptop balanced on his lap as he searched through the database of ships traveling close to the Earth's atmosphere. It was a new tool that he'd been entrusted with as Fher and the other seven elder holders prepared to step down. It was interesting to look at for sure, Tio had no idea that ships could be designed in such odd fashions, nor did he realize that other planets had such advanced life forms. The farthest the people of Earth (or, "Earthlings," as Fher called them) had gotten was figuring out that human life could possibly survive on Mars. In reality, there were more major planets that could sustain life that they had no knowledge of. When Horatio had questioned Fher about why the eight hadn't exposed the 'alien' lifeforms and planets to the "Earthlings" before, however, the elder had simply smiled and patted his shoulder. "Your people must develop at their own rate if they are to succeed as a race, my child. If the divine intervene with their progress, even if it is just by speeding it up, we could easily create the very thing that we protect the humans against." A soft knocking on the door snapped Horatio out of his thoughts and he looked up. "Come in!" The door opened, revealing an older man with dark blue eyes and thin white hair. "Good morning, child." Tio dipped his head respectfully and closed the laptop, putting it on his desk before standing and extending his hand, which the elder shook. "Good morning, sir." Fher smiled slightly and looked pulled out a small device from his jacket pocket. It looked almost like a phone, but with some weird dials on the top. The elder time holder handed it to the younger after flipping a switch and lightly tapping the screen. "Your teammates have finally been chosen, my friend. It's time." Horatio's jaw clenched and he nodded slightly, eyes examing the screen. Seven names were present, followed by ages, chosen power, and a picture. The young time holder nodded slightly and looked at the elder once more. "When do I gather them?" "Give them an hour, some of my team likes to... make an entrance." Tio took a deep breath. "Right, and I'm using space travel?" "Correct. You'll be in contact with my Space holder shortly." "Thank you." "Good luck, my child. Be safe." --- Nico Cosmos / AMAB Agender / 16 / Unlabeled/Queer / Ambi / Sound- Musical Knowladge / M: Oleta (elder Sound holder) Nico stared out of their window, fingers tapping his desk in tired boredom. They were the only one home, currently (which wasn't necessarily a bad thing), and they had absolutely nothing to do. At first, she'd attempted to entertain herself with TV, but that quickly got boring, and their schoolwork had only lasted five minutes before they'd completed it (perfectly, may I add), so now they had resorted to bird watching. Not very good bird watching, as the roof disturbed their view and there was actually a giant tree only a few feet in front of their window, but still. And then, out of the blue, a hand fell on his shoulder. Panicking, Nico yelped and jumped up and away, managing to hit their knee on the desk as they did so, resulting in the loss of balance and a sharp pain up their leg. "Fucking SHIT! Damn it, owwww!!" Through their pain, Nico caught sight of a younger looking woman with bright green eyes watching him in amusement. "Oh fuck, heyyyy! Wassup! Give me a second, I may have broken something." "I'm sure you're fine, darling." The woman responded, chuckling. "Yep, probably. Who are you, anyway, and, not that I'm complaining or anything, but how'd you get in my house?" "My name's Oleta, and I got here by travelling through the air... Well, kind of." "Soooo, you're a god?" "Devine being, but close enough, yes." Immediatly, Nico's eyes lit up with excitement. "Wow, really?! That's sooo cool!" Oleta smiled warmly. "Why thank you, though it's not all amazing, I must warn you." "Sure, sure, but what is? So, why'd you show up here of all places?"
"Because, my child, I've chosen you as my successor." For a moment, Nico was actually speechless. Then, of course, they exploded. "What now?!" "I've had my eye on you for a while now, Nico, and I've decided you're the best choice of successors. You're energetic and kind, and you've got a love for music and making people laugh. That's what I'm looking for. That said, I'd like to give you my blessing of power and name you the next Sound holder." "Sound holder?" "Indeed, I am one of the eight protectors of Earth, the current holder of Sound." Nico bobbed his head and smiled. "Cool, sounds fun, when do I start?" Oleta grinned. "Right now." Her hand glowed a faint purple as she reached out and touched Nico's forehead, passing on a strand of her power. Warmth spread through their body and the soft sound of music played in his ears, distant and yet so close. After a few seconds, the elder sound holder pulled away and gave Nico an approving nod. "Be expecting another visitor soon, his name is Horatio, he's the new Time holder and will soon be your leader. You have much to learn, little one." Humming, Nico nodded. "Okay, cool. One last question, will I still look this hot when I'm ninety with this new power." Oleta laughed lightly. "You can look that hot when you're two-thousand, kiddo. It's part of divinity. Don't forget to pack!" With that, she disappeared, leaving a single sustained note behind as well as a very optimistic and very confused Nico. "Huh, guess I'm a god now." --- Micha Abbott / Male / 17 / Homosexual / Ambi / Elemental- Air / M: Mieke (elder Element holder) Micha hummed happily to himself as his hands moved with practiced ease, one holding down silky satin and the other pulling a needle carefully in and out, weaving small stitches. This coat was for one of M's best friends, Kage. A pretty, forest green with a beaded collar and a beaded design on the side with a mix of darker green, blue, and silver. It was for prom, which the two friends had been looking forward to all year, Micha because of the outfits, Kage because of the people in the outfits. The calm, as usual, was interrupted. This time, however, it wasn't by his sister or Kage, both of which liked to burst into his room unexpectedly (Kage had a spare house key because he came over so much), but rather an unfamiliar and rather gruff voice. "Hey kid." Micha froze, fear coursing through his body at the words. Slowly, trying to keep from screaming, he turned around. Standing just behind him was a tall, large man with a single milky eye and another that looked like it was flickering with flames. "W-who are you? How'd you get into my house?" "Name's Mieke. I'm one of the eight protectors of Earth, the element holder, to be exact. You're gonna be my successor. Oh, and I flew here, look, I've got wings." Micha stared Mieke in utter shock. "How... What?" "Here." The elder reached out to touch Micha's arm, causing him in to suck in a sharp breath of fear. Within the next minute, a set of pink wings was placed on his back. "Better, now you're a real elemental." The man grinned, and Micha flinched away from his touch, confused and scared. "Why me?" He questioned, his voice soft and higher in pitch. Mieke's eyes softened and he stepped back a respectful distance again. "Because, Micha, you're everything that I'm not. Your group will benefit greatly from your kind heart and gentle nature. Use your new power to help those that need it, and don't forget about yourself while you're at it." "I... Don't understand. I didn't think magic was even real." "Ha! Believe me kid, it's real. Now, I have to go, Fher gave us a strict time limit because some of us aren't great at shutting up. Get your things packed and say some goodbyes, okay, kid? Your future leader will be here in a bit. And, hey, you'll see your family again, alright? Don't stress about it too much, I know that's where your brain was headed." Mieke gave one last grin and then, with a flap of his wings (and perhaps the help of some other magic), he disappeared. Micha stared for a moment longer, tears starting to sting his eyes. He couldn't believe what had just happened, and, frankly, he wasn't a fan. It took him several minutes to calm himself enough to stand, and, flinching at the new sensation of wings on his back, he darted out of the room, seeking the comfort of his family. --- Briar Sallow / Nonbinary / 17 / Minsexual / Poly / Manipulation/Judgement- Minor Illusions / M: Alastor (elder Judgement holder) Briar found themselves out in the woods, as they often were during a nice, sunny day like today, and, as they reached their favorite tree, the reached up to grasp the lowest branch and began to climb. With a few minutes, they reached their destination and settled down happily with their back against the bark and their legs dangling over the edge of their chosen branch. They didn't even flinch when a voice spoke right in their ear. "Hey~" "Hey, what's up?" The elder, a lean, gray-eyed figure with a rather large nose, pouted. "Ah, come on, not even a little squeal?" Briar raised an eyebrow. "Why would I squeal? Honestly, I've been wondering when some god would finally show up. I like it here, but it's kinda lonely, don't you think?" The new arrival huffed. "Damn, I really did choose a good one. You're just as annoying as me!" "Mhm. You've got a big nose." The other frowned again and, within a second, shifted so that Briar was looking directly into their own face. "Yo! That's cool!" "Ugh, finally! Some reaction! My name's Alastor, Fher said I was supposed to give some big speel about how I'm one of the eight protectors of Earth or something, but that's boring, so I'll just say this: I've got power that I want to give you. You down?" Briar's eyes lit up and they grinned. "Hell yeah I am! That sounds fucking awesome!" Alastor, shifting back to their normal form, grinned and reached over to ruffle Briar's hair, earning a soft huff of annoyance before pulling away. "Done." Briar frowned. "What'd you do?" "I handed over some of my power. Illusions, to be exact, though it'll take you a bit to figure out. That's not my job though." They winked and Briar stuck their tongue out in answer. "Waiting is boring." "We can agree on that. Oh, before I forget, some other guy is gonna show up later, he's basically the big 'boss,' the time holder of your group. He's gonna help you get to your new home." Briar actually paused at that, a hint of emotion breaking through before their normal mischivious expression returned. "I get to leave this hell hole?! Let's go!" Alastor chuckled. "Yup. Have fun, byeee~" --- Horatio Caeso / Male / 19 / Demisexual Panromantic / Ambi / Time- Visions / M: Everyone (indirectly) Tio grabbed his notebook and pen, flipping to an empty face and jotting the names of the people who would be his team members shortly. He didn't know much about any of them yet, but he could infer several things based on the power that they'd been chosen for. One of the first things that had happened after Fher got in contact with him was he'd learned about each of the powers and what each holder was looking for in their successor. As the time holder, it was Horatio's job to keep each member safe and to help them learn and train with their new powers. He'd spent a full year studying and working on his own power, so he was proficient in understanding his visions now, though he'd only had a few so far, and he understood the basics of the other powers as well. Nico Cosmos - Sound - 16 As a sound holder, Nico was likely more energetic and open-minded, probably kind and an entertainer. Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland - Space - 18 The space holder was typically more distant, very logical, and possibly cold, though that wasn't a guarantee. According to Fher, the space holder tended to be the time holders right-hand. Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo - Emotional/Healing - 16 The healing holder, so probably kind and trustworthy, maybe a little anxious, though that wasn't always the case. A vital part of the team. Gen’ya Hiei Hikari - Trust/Truth - 17 A truth holder, so definitely extremely trustworthy, probably straightforward, possibly snarky. Gwyar Ariethous Fraoch - Physical - 17 The chosen physical holder, so likely very protective and probably very motivated. Briar Sallow - Manipulation/Judgement - 17 Fher warned that the judgement holder would likely be the most chaotic and untrustworthy of the team, it would take time to understand them. Tio would tred carefully and watch to figure out their illusive nature. Micha Abbott - Elemental - 17 The elemental. The device didn't state what 'origional four' was chosen for Micha, so Horatio had absolutely no idea what he was about to get with this member. After jotting down some notes, Tio put his notebook away and stood up. He needed to figure out how to approach everyone, after all, he was well aware that their lives had just changed completely without warning, they'd all be in varying states of distress, likely, and Horatio was responsible for helping them through that and getting them safely to base. The question was; how? |
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Gen’ya Hiei Hikari | AMAB Demi-Boy | 17 | Apresexual Demiromantic | Ambi | Trust/Truth - Lie Detection / Mentions; Levardis (elder Truth holder) -- Gen’ya had found himself sitting in bed, scrolling on his phone looking at sheet music his friend Jass had sent him. Truth be told, she’d sent it at about 10 AM, but he hadn’t woken up until 1 PM after having passed out at what was probably around 3 AM, while scrolling on a random social media platform for literal hours. He wasn’t sure. Regardless, he was looking at the sheet music now for whatever new song idea or cover idea she had for the ‘band’ to do. Frankly, it was less of a band and more of a friend group that just chilled at each other’s houses that all happened to play instruments so why not. The chilling tended to be more of crashing at Jass’ house since her parents were awesome. -- But they weren’t really concerned about thinking about that. Nor were they really focused on the sheet music they were scrolling through. They kept catching their reflection on the screen of their phone. A very distracting thing. Not because they were good looking, most definitely not because of that. Quite the opposite, in all honesty. They looked terrible. Just downright vile. They hated it, it kept sending them waves of nausea. -- The self-loathing and semi focus he had been indulging in was interrupted though. Luckily, instead of his father this time, it was by someone else. -- “Excuse me?” -- It wasn’t their father this time… It was someone else… Someone else? Gen’ya looked up, allowing their phone to drop to their lap. The person looked masculine, with casual business attire. Nothing like a suit, but a button up and some black pants, the most odd thing was the tennis shoes. They didn’t stare though, doing a once over before looking into the white eyes of the man. “Can I help you..?” -- The man smiled, and nodded. “As it turns out, actually, you can. I’m aware this is strange, and I assure you, I didn’t break into your house.” -- Gen’ya blinked at him, “Good to know, I guess… What can I help you with, Mr… Uhm…” -- The smile disappeared for a moment, eyes widening, “Oh, my apologies! I didn’t even introduce myself, slipped my mind while I was planning what all I have that needs to be said in my limited time. Please, call me Levardis. I am the current Truth holder for the eight protectors of Earth. You, Gen’ya, are my chosen successor.” -- He blinked, he glanced around as if there were some other Gen’ya in the room, and then looked back at Levardis. “..Me? May I ask why? Don’t misunderstand, I will accept the, er, honor..? If you believe I’m the correct fit, but surely there are more capable people out there?” -- Levardis smiled softly, nodding slowly. “Because you remind me of myself from another time, in a way, mostly good ones. Also because you have a calm and responsible head upon your shoulders, but you lack the arrogance and narcissism that I had when I was chosen. Back then, I had caused a few fights between the team due to it. I hope that you won’t make those same mistakes. And while I too am sure there may be better options out there, I did not find them within the time limit I had. You are the best of the candidates which I came across, and thus you’ve been chosen.” -- Gen’ya nodded slowly, taking in the information. “So… How do you transfer the title?” -- A hand was outstretched towards them, a smile upon Levardis’ face. “You shake my hand. I do warn you, you will never be capable of telling a lie after it’s transferred and the first of my abilities you shall receive is the ability to tell when someone is lying.” -- He stared at the hand, processing the words before even lifting his own at all. Slowly, he took the hand, shaking it somewhat firmly. As he did so, white lines shot from Levardis to him. He watched them closely before looking back to Levardis letting go of his hand. -- “Thank you for your understanding, Gen’ya. Before I leave, I must say that there will be another visitor. That will be your future leader, and the holder of Time. He will take you to where you will be staying for quite some time, hard to say exactly how long. So if you have any goodbyes you need to make, make them. And do remember to pack, Gen’ya, it’s quite important.” -- And with those words, Levardis was gone. Blinking, and temporarily confused as to whether any of that actually happened… They paused, looking around their room before humming in thought as they stood up to start packing. They would know when someone else came, they supposed. Best to act as if it were true though, they hoped it was. Any excuse to leave this house was a good one. Especially if it helped people in the process. *~*~*~* Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Salvia (elder Healing holder) -- As he usually spent his Saturdays, Gorōta was reading a medical textbook a friend had given him in the living room of said friend. Two, as Gorōta knew him, was the kindest of his friends if he were being honest. But regardless of that, the medical textbook was insanely interesting and as long as he got back home by 10 PM tonight then he could convince a sober pair of parents to maybe let him stay over here tomorrow night. Which would be great. -- At the time being, Two wasn’t at home. It was just him, since all of his friends were off doing something that really did kind of require two eyes instead of just one. Which was honestly fine, since it meant it was easier to focus on the book. -- A knock at the door put an end to that though, and he looked up, over to it. Two hadn’t been expecting any visitors, but he couldn’t really leave whoever it was, waiting for an answer either… He really didn’t want to open the door… He still stood up, closing the book and picking it up with both hands, holding it tightly, and walked over to the door. -- After a few seconds of standing there, psyching himself up, he gently, anxiously said, “W-Who is it…?” -- A chipper voice on the other side immediately responded, “Salvia! I’m here to speak to a Gorōta? I was told I could find him here?” -- Gorōta? Wasn’t that him? He paused, and then slowly opened the door, clutching the medical textbook as if it were a weapon that could possibly protect him. “Y-Yes…? That’s uh, that’s me…” -- The woman on the other side was a bit shorter than him, no more than a few inches though. With bright blue eyes staring back at him, slightly widening at the book which he immediately lowered, and brown curly hair reaching her shoulders. Her hands rose in a placating gesture, he relaxed a bit and stepped back. “As I said, my name is Salvia. I’m not here to hurt you or sell you anything. I’m here because I need to talk to you, explain a few things, and give you something.” -- Gorōta took a breath, and nodded, gesturing for her to come in and sit down. He, himself, sat down in one of the recliners that Two had in the living room, setting down the medical textbook. -- Salvia took a seat on the couch, smiling gently at him, and then spoke. “I come as a protector of Earth, one of eight. Each of the eight hold a special ability, and a special place on the team, holding something that the team cannot go without. My place is especially vital, especially in the beginning. My place is as the Healing holder, practically the medic and therapist of the team. And I came here in order to make you my successor. I’ve seen you and see you as a good fit for the role.” She gestured to the book, grinning softly, “I mean, you were seriously going to attack me with a medical textbook. I choose you though, because you are kind, thoughtful, and stubborn enough to get things done. Because I’m certain that you’ll be able to keep your group from death. Because you know what it’s like to be in a dangerous situation, and already know the basics of first aid. Not to even mention how much you obviously love to help people! Regardless of the many reasons though, I’ve chosen you to be my successor. And as consent is extremely important in the medical world… Do you accept this role?” -- Gorōta stared at her, biting his lip and thinking. Truth be told, he was still rather confused but… Well, he was being given a way to help people. And she was right about him loving to do that. So he nodded, slow but steady. Certain, for once in his life. -- She beamed in response, seeming more confident than she had before, “That’s great! Alright. In order for me to transfer my abilities to you, or at least the starting one, I do have to initiate physical contact. Afterwards, you will be able to heal physical wounds but also be easily affected by others’ emotions. Do you understand and do I have permission to transfer it to you?” -- Gorōta thought for a second, and then immediately held out his hand. “S-Small price to pay to h-help people…” Despite the stuttering and anxiety in his voice, the tone was firm, he couldn’t remember a time where he felt this sure of himself. -- She took his hand, and a dark pink flowed through her hand into his veins for a few seconds before it stopped and she withdrew her hand. “With that done, I can now tell you that your future leader, the new holder of Time, will come to collect you and take you somewhere else at some point. If you can, pack a bag and say goodbye to those you wish to say it to. You’ll see them again eventually but not for a good bit of time. Do have a good day, child, I have to leave now though.” -- And Gorōta watched as Salvia stood back up, went to the door, opened it, turned back to him and waved goodbye with a smile before leaving. She even made sure to close it on her way out. He smiled softly, and then stood up. He was definitely lucky to be in Two’s home right now, his friend kept clothing and things that fit him. He’d be able to pack without going home and risking an interaction with parents that weren’t in the right state of mind… *~*~*~* Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Wiro (elder Physical holder) -- Gwyar was at an old park, rundown and overgrown with nature, sitting on what had to be the only bench that wasn’t. He was sporting a few new wounds, none worse than those he’s dealt with before, so he wasn’t truly worried about them. Jay was waiting on him to get back, he’d meant to already be there, but the fight had left him too on edge to go back just yet. He didn’t want to go back and risk Jakob getting hurt. A very real possibility that Gwyar had forgotten about once, and now he was down a friend. But regardless, he wasn’t making that mistake again. Ever. So he had come to the park, sitting on the bench to hopefully rest a bit before heading back. Nature usually helped calm him enough, after all. -- Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening, as a gruff voice spoke up behind him. “Hey kid, how are you?” -- Only Gwyar didn’t hear all the words by the time he was turning and throwing a punch, easily drifting into a standing, slightly defensive stance. His fist connected with something that definitely wasn’t flesh that was covering the person like a small shelter room. Inside what was basically an overgrown shield, the person raised their hands in pseudo surrender, and he slowly withdrew his fist, staying in the stance. -- “Yeah, probably wasn’t the best choice for me to sneak up on you, huh? Definitely deserved that, my punch actually landed on my predecessor! Karma’s a piece of sh… Anyways! Forgive me, Karma, you know I totally don’t mean that. You’re nice sometimes.” -- Gwyar stared at them, trying to piece together who this was… Mentioning karma as if a person though… “Are you a god…? If so, sorry about trying to punch you… Also just sorry about that regardless though, uhm…” -- The person laughed, a hearty chuckle, and shook their head. “No, no… I’m technically not a god, you are close in a way though, since I do have what’s basically and literally magic. Which is cool. Either way, my name’s Wiro and you, kid, are going to be my successor! I hold what’s basically the War aspect for the 8 protectors of Earth. But instead of the title being War, which would’ve been cool, the title is Physical. Which is dumb but whatever.” -- He stared at them suspiciously, watching with what was probably an intense look. “Can I ask some questions or is this the kind of mystical passing where I don’t get any answers regardless of whether or not I ask them…?” -- Wiro shrugged, “Depends on the question, I guess. I definitely don’t know everything, and I kind of forgot what all Fher told me to tell you. Uhm… I think I’m supposed to transfer a starting ability to you, explain why I chose you out of everyone, and tell you about your team leader… Something like that, probably. We’ll go over the explanation first, then give you the ability, and then I’ll tell you about the new Time holder. That sound good? Will that answer everything for you?” -- Gwyar thought for a moment, and then shrugged slowly. “Probably..? Does basically cover what I was wanting to ask, other than if you were real but… I think I’ll just say you are for now…” -- Wiro snickered and nodded, “Great, great. Thank you, kid. Alright, uhm… Well, I chose you because you definitely know how to fight a good bit already, which is always a necessity with Physical holders. We’re the main protector, the main fighter. We get to bonk the most enemies, you know? Uh, also because you’re motivated to help and protect the ones you care about, which is also pretty important. Basically, I think you’re the best fit to protect your team. I mean, your loyalty is supreme. Which is awesome for this. As for ability? Well, technically, there’s two I could give you to start out with. If I could give you both, I would, but I can’t. So… You want to be able to know how to use any weapon you touch or make magical shields?” -- Gwyar paused, thinking about the question. “..I guess weapons. If I, as you said, bonk the enemies quick enough and well enough then a shield isn’t really necessary… Though, maybe the shield because you mentioned a team and being able to protect them using a shield may be better… Hm… Which one do you think?” -- Wiro grinned and shrugged, “I guess I’ll go ahead and give you weapon knowledge, you’ll probably learn the shield before anyone is in any real danger anyways. Besides, the logic is flawless there, so yeah.” Wiro patted his shoulder, clasping said shoulder in an almost comforting manner. Blood orange spiked through the palm onto his shoulder and all the way to his neck. -- Stepping back when the spiking color stopped, Wiro smiled at him. “There you go, kid! Enjoy the new magic powers, haha. As for that new Time hold and your leader… Whoever that is will come pick you up in a bit, take you somewhere else where you can learn to better use the magic and whatnot. So, uh, pack up and say bye to whoever you’ve got to say goodbye to. You’ll see them again at some point, you’ll probably be allowed to visit regularly even… I can’t remember if I got to, but yeah. Either way, you aren’t leaving for good, so pack up and say temporary goodbyes.” -- Gwyar stood there, Wiro gave a short wave and disappeared from view. He stayed standing there for a moment… Jakob definitely wouldn’t like him leaving… He started on his way back to the house of his guardians, he didn’t have any clothes at Jakobs’ and the Jambiya dagger, not to mention his own daggers, were both at his guardians’ house. *~*~*~* Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Tevel (elder Space holder) -- Saturday afternoons… Were just as busy as literally every other day of the week. The only difference was that by Saturday, he was starting to experience microsleep. And this week was no different, despite the fact that he normally ended up passed out on Wednesday and this week he’d lasted until Thursday so he shouldn’t be this tired just yet given that it’d been less time than usual since the last time he slept. And sure, the sleep had been the restless, non-refreshing sleep that made you feel worse than you did when you fell asleep but- Well. Did it matter? No, because he was still at work and needed to finish these reports before he could get back to either his online highschool classes or his online college classes. Yes, he was ahead in all three but he also had a mother who happened to run the company at which he worked who he was pretty sure hated him. So, any excuse to not deal with her in person that wouldn’t be met with harsh words or glares was about as much of a win as he’d ever get at this point. -- Even still, the harsh bluelight from the screen he was staring at, typing on, reading over periodically was starting to get a lot more blurry than normal, and his eyelids felt far too heavy to keep open. So, he reached over to where his coffee cup was, grabbing it and lifting it to realize the cup was empty. When had he finished it? Probably unimportant, he just needed to make more. He was certainly lucky that his office had a coffee machine in it. -- Pushing himself up, taking a quick moment to reorganize his thoughts and balance, he grabbed the empty coffee cup and began his walk to the coffee machine. He felt slow, but no slower than he normally felt at this point, so he paid it no mind. He really couldn’t spare the energy required to do so anyways. Revan grabbed the coffee pot, lukewarm black coffee sloshing in it, and just took a sip from it. Wasting coffee wasn’t exactly something he was keen on doing and though the taste was terrible, it definitely woke him up enough to convince him to continue drinking from it. Not the healthiest choice, perhaps, but it wasn’t the first time either. Honestly, he was starting to understand Katalyn- Er, his assistant's concern. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, rubbing at the heavy bags that had to be there under them. Opening them again ended up blinding him for a moment, the harsh white lights he always had at the brightest setting shining into them. -- He blinked furiously, shaking his head and drinking whatever else was in the pot before setting it down to make some more coffee. Yes, this would be his… Fifth? Sixth? Pot of coffee today but, well, staying awake was a necessity. So, he went through the process of making another pot, noticing about halfway through waiting for the pot to be finished, someone in his peripheral vision. And then about a few seconds later, he was actually reacting to them and turning quickly, his back immediately straightening as the previous grimace was replaced with a grin upon his features. “Can I help you, sir?” -- The man stood still for a moment and then laughed, doing so for a bit before biting his lip and raising his hands. “My apologies, I just- I was standing there for like, five minutes waiting for you to see me and- That was amazing! Man, you are really out of it, huh? Anyways! I’m Tevel, and the current Space holder for the 8 protectors of Earth! You, Revan, are going to be my successor!” -- The coffee machine made a sound letting him know it was done, he blinked at the strange man in his private office, reached over to the pot, grabbed it, and immediately took a long sip from it before answering, ignoring how he most likely just burnt his tongue and throat in favor of making sure he stayed awake. “Hm… No. I’m my mother’s successor for this company, not some, uh… Whatever what you said is, sir. Thank you for the offer but, I have a life here that I don’t intend to leave anytime soon.” -- Tevel, who Revan was seriously starting to think was caused by some form of sleep deprivation psychosis, blinked at him as if confused by his refusal. And then he was right in front of him, a few seconds later Revan stepped back. His reflexes truly were terrible right now, weren’t they? Tevel didn’t seem to really mind, as he spoke. “Isn’t your mother looking for someone else to take over the company instead of you though? Besides, not really a choice, Revan. You’re my best option for a Space holder with the qualities I’m looking for that I was able to find within the time I was given. I have to give it to someone today, and that’s going to be you. Alright?” -- Revan blinked for a moment, deciding to humor the likely hallucination. “Sure, Mr. Tevel. I suppose that’s the logical conclusion to come to, yes? You waited until your deadline and had to go with me as the best candidate. I will surely keep that lesson in mind in relation to everything which I do. Don’t wait until the deadline to decide things, grand lesson.” -- Tevel stared at him, “I’m going to act like that wasn’t sarcasm because I seriously cannot tell if it was or not. Anyways! I chose you because based on who Fher chose to be your leader, the Time holder, you seem like you could be a fine second in command as the Space holder tends to be. Your academic skills are also a large reason, calculations are extremely important for Space holders. Uhm… Also because, you aren’t like me, and I hadn’t been the best teammate so… I’m hopeful that you will be, because you’re a bit different from me! You’re a lot less of a mediator compared to me, a lot less of someone that’ll wait to make decisions which will be helpful… Hopefully… Anyways, uhm, now that I told you that, now I get to give you a starting ability- You want altering gravity or levitation?” -- Revan took the information in as he walked back to his desk holding the pot, periodically taking a sip from it. “Hm, altering gravity. That sounds most helpful. Levitating seems like it could technically be part of that anyways so the general one is perhaps the better choice.” He sat down, beginning to read the last paragraph he’d written for the report he was doing. -- Tevel was standing beside him, nodding. “I guess that makes sense. Man, you can still think pretty well for someone that hasn’t slept in like, 60 hours. Altering gravity it is!” And a hand was placed on his back, staying there for a few seconds before it was pulled away, a distinct realization that Tevel probably wasn’t a hallucination staying in its place. “With that done now, uhm… Your leader, the new Time holder, will come to collect you and take you somewhere else at some point today so I’d suggest leaving, packing, and saying goodbye to Katalyn. She’s really nice, by the way! Why don’t you ever take her up on those offers to do movie night with her and her friends?” -- Revan stared at him, “Uhm, two questions. One, did Katalyn let you in here? Two, I’m supposed to put in a two week notice and this is not going to be a two week notice. Also, I still have work to do here.” -- Tevel bit his lip, eyes darting around the room as if looking for an answer to the questions before he gave a grin, “Well! Katalyn did let me in, she’s great. Very nice. As for the two weeks, uhm… Don’t miss deadlines, other people suffer for it! Haha! Maybe you can work online from the place? Anyways, uh, bye- I’m off to retirement now!” -- And the man disappeared, leaving silver particles in his wake. Revan rubbed his temple to dispel the migraine beginning to form, he really needed to pick up more Tylenol and lower the lights… He took a long sip from the coffee pot, that would do for now. He probably did need to deal with all of that… He looked at the screen, and then grabbed a flash drive. He’d download everything onto his personal laptop and phone, tell his mother he had to go somewhere and would be working from there online, and then head to the store to grab some stuff as a way to… Pack. Sure. He had a suitcase or two in here from business trips he had to go to last summer that he had neglected to take home somewhere. Those would surely work. |
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Horatio Caeso / Male / 19 / Demisexual Panromantic / Ambi / Time- Visions / M: Everyone About an hour later, as expected, Tevel appeared in the room beside Horatio, clearing his throat in warning. "Ready to go?" The young time holder nodded and closed his eyes as the elder space holder placed a hand on his shoulder and teleported him to his first location. The order that he gathered everyone was systematic, sound first because they'd likely follow without much question and tended to be more outgoing, then emotional/healing because they probably wouldn't put up much fuss (the biggest worry with them was anxiety and how to deal with it), then truth/trust because they tended to go along with everything rather easily unless they felt threatened, then space because there wasn't much risk other than maybe a bit of stubbornness, then physical with the hope that you wouldn't get punched (or worse-), then elemental because they were unpredictable, and finally judgment/manipulation because they basically guaranteed chaos. --- Nico Cosmos / AMAB Agender / 16 / Unlabeled/Queer / Ambi / Sound- Musical Knowledge / M: Horatio Nico tossed the last of their valuables (which wasn't a lot anyway) into the small suitcase they'd packed and trotted out of his house. No one was home currently, which was honestly a good thing, as it made leaving much quicker and easier than the wild goose chase that would have likely ensued if her mother was there. Luckily, they didn't have to wait long before a silvery flash caught their attention and a rather average looking boy appeared, pushing up a pair of squared glasses up his nose and looking slightly dizy as he paused and blinked a few times. Nico grinned and approached before the other even had a chance to speak. "You okay there, bud? Looks like you had quite the ride!" The other boy hummed in quiet agreement and stuck out a hand, which Nico easily accepted. "Horatio, right? Oleta told me about you. You're supposed to be the boss?" Horatio raised an eyebrow slightly. "I don't expect to be considered anyone boss until I rightfully earn the title. No one should be led by someone they do not trust." Nico chuckled. "Ooo, poetic! I like you!"
The other flushed slightly. "Thank you, I suppose I like you too." "Good, I need more friends! Hey, do I get to disappear and reappear somewhere new too?" "Yes, you will be teleported with me to our next destination, I still have other members to pick up." The new sound holder grinned widely. "That's fucking awesome! Dude, today has been mindblowing! I mean, come on! How many people get to say that a god blessed them and then some other random person teleports right in front of you?! I bet you two quarters that not many people can say that!" The time holder gave them an odd look and Nico shrugged. "Well, I would bet more, but I've only got two quarters." With a shake of his head and the smallest of smiles, Horatio lightly touched Nico's shoulder. "I was actually wondering how you were handling this so well. Most people don't act so positively to being told their whole life is changing out of the blue." "Well, my life has never been stable, so I guess I'm used to it." Tio nodded slightly. "Ready to go?" "Sure thing, boss!" --- Micha Abbott / Male / 17 / Homosexual / Ambi / Elemental- Air / M: Horatio, Others (indirectly) Micha burst into the living room, greatly startling his mother and little sister who were making supper together, as well as Kage, who Micha hadn't even known was there and had his hand stuck in a box of gummies. "Woahhh, babe, did you make those wings? Very realistic." "No. I don't- A lot is happening, I-I don't know how to explain it. I have to leave, I-" "Hey, hey, M! Calm down, it's okay! Deep breaths." Kage stood and wrapped his arms around Micha, gently rubbing his back in comfort. Micha's mother was watching him, eyes dark with concern, and Niki got down from the chair she was on and raced out of the room, coming back a few seconds later with one of her brothers fidget toys, waiting for him and Kage to separate before handing it over. Once he was calm enough, Kage guided Micha to a chair and sat him down, rubbing his shoulders gently. "What's going on, sweetheart?" His mother asked gently, sitting across from her son. The new element holder fidgeted with the toy his sister had offered and stared at the glossy surface of the table. "I-I don't know." His voice was strained as tears stung his eyes. "You won't believe me anyway, it... It shouldn't even be possible." Kage raised an eyebrow. "Babe, you managed to whip up a whole ass dress, by hand in one night, you're unbelievable kind, and you're incredibly hot. I'd believe you if you told me two plus two was one-hundred or the earth was flat. Try us." Micha let out a choaked laugh and his mother smiled slightly while Niki silently crawled into her older brothers lap, allowing him to toy with her hair. "R-right. So, this random man appeared in my room a few minutes ago, a-and he told me he was one of eight protectors of earth or something, he touched me, a-and then I had wings, and he said that someone else was going to come get m-me and I need to leave and go with him." The room was silent for a moment before Kage spoke, voice shaking slightly. "So... You're leaving?" "I have to." Niki looked up at her brother, tears in her eyes. "But you'll come back, right?" Micha hesitated. "The man said I'd see my family again, s-so I think so." "You better." Kage said, attempting to sound teasing despite being in pain. "I don't know who else I'd drag to all the social events!" Micha nodded slightly, reaching one hand up to squeeze Kage's while the other stayed wrapped around his sister. "Mom?" Mrs. Abbott took a deep breath before smiling warmly at her son. "Do what you need to do, Micha. You know I'll always be here if you need me." Micha finally started crying, looking at his family around him. "Thank you. I love you guys." "We love you too, Micky!" Niki replied enthusiastically, twisting in her brothers grasp to throw her arms around his neck. Kage buried his face in his friends hair and wrapped his arms around him once more, and Mrs. Abbott walked around the table to join the group hug. After a few minutes, Kage spoke up. "Hey, babe, hate to ruin the amazing family moment, but don't you need to pack." "Oh, right. I should probably do that." The group slowly pulled away, freeing Micha who stood and started toward his room. Kage followed and the boys began packing. It was silent as they worked, something that was unusual any time that Kage was around. About the time that they finished, there was a knock on the door and the two stood up, completely in scync as they both took a suitcase and headed back to the living room. Mrs. Abbott had opened the door with Niki peering around her skirt at the small group of strangers gathered outside. The one in front, a boy with squared glasses and light brown skin, shook Mrs. Abbott's hand respectfully before his eyes fell on Micha and he nodded a greeting. Micha stepped forward, accepting a handshake from the other boy. "Greetings, Micha, my name is Horatio Caeso, I'm the time holder. It's a pleasure to meet you." The new element holder smiled nervously, eyes scouting the group of people behind Horatio. This must be the rest of the group, though, if he remembered correctly, they were still missing one. "R-right. Nice to meet you too... I'm sorry, c-can I have a moment?" Horatio's eyes softened. "Take as long as you need, Micha."
"Thank you." Micha turned back to his family, giving his mother a tight hug. She kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair lightly, an encouraging smile playing on her lips. "It'll be fine, dear, I'm sure. Take care of yourself, okay? I love you, kiddo." "Of course, I love you too, Mom." As soon as Micha turned to her, Niki tackled him, squealing as he caught her and spun her around once. "I love you big brother!" "I love you too, Niki. Take care and be good for Mom. And, hey, keep Kage out of trouble for me too, okay?" Niki giggled and nodded. "Got it." "Good." Finally, Micha turned to Kage and, after a moment, he smiled slightly and stepped forward, wrapping his old friend in a hug. Kage, who had been holding it together up until this point, broke. "Come back, M, please." He whispered. Micha hugged him tighter, his new wings wrapping around him, sheltering him from view and encasing them both in a private moment. "Always. That was our promise, remember? I never break a promise." Kage laughed painfully. "Right. How could I?" After another long moment, the two pulled away and Kage reached up, unhooking a necklace, his only jewelry that he always wore, from around his neck and pressed it into Micha's palm. "Kage, I can't-" "Take it. I was gonna give it to you at prom anyway." The new element holder stared at his friend for a moment before smiling sadly and closing his hand around the necklace. "Thank you, Kage." "Yeah... Call me if you can?" "Obviously." With a final shared smile, Micha took his bags and stepped out to join the newly formed group. Horatio watched with gentle eyes. "Ready." Micha took a breath and nodded. "Ready." As a flash of light encased the group, Micha caught the last glimpse of his family watching. His mothers hand with one hand on Kage's shoulder and the other on Niki's, Kage with tears running down his cheeks as he waved goodbye, and Niki smiling brightly with her brothers promise to come home eventually in mind. Then they were gone. --- Briar Sallow / Nonbinary / 17 / Minsexual / Poly / Manipulation/Judgement- Minor Illusions / M: Horatio, Nico, Others (indirectly Briar had everything they wanted packed within a few minutes, and they crept out of the house, avoiding their father who was asleep on the couch surrounded by empty beer bottles as they did so. They didn't have to wait too long for an appearance, to their releaf. Though the appearance wasn't quite what they expected, as there was definitely more than just one person. Actually, it seemed that Briar was the last to be picked up. Pouting, they crossed their arms. "Oh, come on! Why am I always the last to be invited to the party! I'm fucking awesome!" On of the people in the group, a green-eyed figure with pale skin, laughed, evidently amused by the comment. "I believe it!" Briar beamed. "Why, thank you! At least someone does! So, which one of you is Horatio?" A boy stepped forward, extending a hand. "That would be me. Pleasure to meet you, Briar." "And you. Sooo, who's everyone else? Can I get some introductions?" "Once we get back to the base we'll introduce each other and get settled in, but I think it would be better to put all of their things away first. Hopefully that way we can all be a bit more comfortable." The new judgement holder shrugged. "Alright, fine. Do we get to teleport?" The person who had spoken up earlier spoke again, scrunching their nose in discomfort. "It's not as cool as it sounds, unfortunately. Really uncomfortable, actually. You get all dizy and shit." Briar huffed. "Damn it, why is nothing ever as good as you want it to be?!" "I know, right! It's totally not fair!" Briar grinned again, walking forward to fully join the group. "I like you, you're cool." "Aw, thanks! You're cool too! So, ready to have your hopes of cool teleportation travel crushed?" "Hell yeah." |
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Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Horatio, Nico(Ind). -- Gorōta ended up packing enough clothing for about a week and a half, hopeful that wherever he was going to have to go would at least have a laundry room, by the time he truly started to understand what he’d gotten himself into. Sufficient to say, he ended up calling Two after that in a slight panic to say goodbye, and that kind of heightened into severe panic after the call where he could barely breathe or see and dear stars why couldn’t he see- When he finally calmed down enough to know that he hadn’t lost nor was he in the process of losing another eye, he had to change the patch covering up the empty socket out for a new one due to the crying that had taken place. Which had him packing some extra patches too, just in case. -- He also ended up packing the medical textbooks he had at Two’s house. By the time that was done though, the next visitor wasn’t there yet. So he began pacing, thinking about what happened, what it meant, why it happened. Questions he wanted to ask, things he needed to try and notice. -- Especially things he needed to notice or ask. If he was truly supposed to be the medic and therapist of the group, or team, he needed to start as soon as possible at being able to see signs of, well- Anything and everything. So he started a mental list of what all he needed to look for. Physical things he could perhaps see, easier to take in and check for immediately, was anything significant about weight. Or maybe hair? Thin hair, specifically… The sound of their voices… Hands, if he shook them. Maybe the way they dressed… But all of that was more finicky. Behavior was the biggest thing, especially for any primarily mental problems he needed to look out for. Just in case. -- But behavior could also be finicky. Certain experiences could block out or suppress different signs or symptoms and frankly? There were a lot of variables. It was also possible that no one had any symptoms either, though the fact that therapist was part of the job description… Gorōta was fairly certain that even if they didn’t have any symptoms at the start, they would be there eventually. He really wished he would’ve asked Salvia more questions but… Well, he probably would’ve given the same answer regardless in the long run, the ability to help people was just something he wouldn’t have been able to give up based on some random, hypothetical answers. -- A knock at the door broke him from his thoughts, paralyzing him temporarily with the usual anxiety that came with the idea of interacting with people. But he steeled himself, it was probably whoever that Time holder was supposed to be. The future leader of the group that he’d be the medic for. He hoped he was a good fit… He walked over to the door, bags in hand, and opened it. -- Instead of just the one person he’d been expecting, there were two. The one in the front seemed about the same height as him, slightly taller due to him slouching. He shifted uncomfortably. The other was definitely shorter, by quite a bit actually. The front one had tan skin with brown eyes framed by square glasses and black hair. The other had pale skin and freckles, light green eyes and shoulder length black hair that had a slight wave to it. -- He bit his lip, but couldn’t really stop the small smile on his features. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or if one of the other two were, Salvia had said that he’d be easily affected by others’ emotions now, after all. Regardless, he opened the door the rest of the way, and spoke. “..H-Hello there…” *~*~*~* Gen’ya Hiei Hikari | AMAB Demi-Boy | 17 | Apresexual Demiromantic | Ambi | Trust/Truth - Lie Detection / Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Gorōta. -- Gen’ya had managed to pack up about a week’s worth of clothes, all of their favorites. This, of course, including their jewelry boxes that contained all the jewelry they had collected over the years either from friends or that they’d bought themself and the makeup that they had too after doing a quick wing with mascara. The small scale they had hidden under their bed went into that bag too. They’d also put in the small athame that their grandmother had given them years ago. The blade was apparently made out of the same ruby that the blood red crescent moon choker pendant she’d given them had been made out of. The one that was on the black lace choker they wore now. The handle of the blade was made from a white ash tree which had been painted black, the hilt having yet another ruby impeded that looked much like a harvest moon. -- Honestly? The athame was just about his favorite gift from his grandmother before she died. He had always liked the stories she told about rituals she’d done under blood red moons with it back in her youth. The stories she told of magic and hope. He supposed she hadn’t lied when she said magic was real… He doubted it was the exact same but… Well, he almost felt closer to her in the newfound magic. -- The last thing they grabbed to pack was their guitar, headphones, and poetry books. The headphones and poetry books ended up fitting in one bag, which meant they’d have two bags and their guitar case. They sat on their bed, texting the group chat that contained the kind of band. ‘Hello friends, something important has come up. I’m leaving, no clue how long, I’ll try not to miss gigs we have but I cannot promise I won’t miss any.’ -- Jass’s response came practically immediately, ‘Chill out, dork. Do what you gotta do, we’ll be here waiting.’ -- He blinked at the phone, and smiled softly, watching as the others sent various agreements, and then sent a thumbs-up into the chat himself. Gen’ya pocketed his phone into his black hoodie, and then stepped out of his room with all his bags and guitar in its case. Luckily enough, his father worked on Saturdays. So Gen’ya didn’t have to worry too much about interacting with him. The living room still had the stench of vomit and alcohol, something he had to try and not take too much notice on. The smell was nauseating for him, he wasn’t sure if it was worse or better for others that didn’t know the stench as well as he did. He hoped better, no one should be forced to deal with such things. -- They stood leaning against the wall by the door, unsure of where the Time holder that was to be the leader would arrive at. Or when, for that matter. So instead of doing nothing while waiting, they pulled back out their phone to look at the sheet music again. Instead of mindlessly scanning the notes like they had been doing earlier though, they went through the chords and hummed out what it’d sound like as they looked over the music, tapping their foot to what the metronome was apparently going to be. -- The overall vibe to his part was some mix of punk, metal, pop, and rock. Frankly, it was a very energetic song. He wondered what the lyrics would be, and who would be the one to sing them. Probably Jass, maybe Achlys. Or maybe Atlas. Jass was perhaps most probable though, given the combination of punk, rock, metal, and pop. -- Someone knocked on the door. They pocketed their phone again and pushed off the wall, grabbing the bags and guitar case from where they’d placed them, turning to the door and opening it. Behind it were three people. All but one being taller than them. The one that was close enough to knock, and the one with the best posture, wore glasses with brown eyes and black hair, tan skin. And was definitely taller than them. He looked fairly calm, which was comforting. Probably the Time holder, the vibe seemed right. -- Out of the other two, the one that somehow managed to seem extremely excited, hopeful, had pale skin and green eyes, black shoulder length hair that waved at him in some areas. The only one shorter than him, and even then- It was a minimal difference. The last one seemed a lot more anxious, but still slightly excited and hopeful. Light skin with short black hair and an eyepatch covering one eye. The visible one was gray, he resolved to not ask about the patch. He smiled, looked at the one that had knocked. “I take it that you are the Time holder? I’m Gen’ya, it’s a, well it’s strange, but a pleasure nonetheless to meet you.” -- They looked at the other two, “All of you. I was under the guise that only the Time holder would be here though I suppose it does make sense that others would be met or rounded up before myself given I’m supposed to be the Truth holder now and would thus likely be more willing to go with you.” *~*~*~* Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Horatio, Nico(Ind), Gen’ya(Ind), Gorōta(Ind). -- The phone call with his mother went about as well as anyone that had ever seen the two interact at all would’ve expected. Horribly. It had started out fine, the necessary hellos and pretending that they weren’t sure who the other was. It had fallen apart quickly after that, telling her that he had to leave. She had interrupted him and told him the two week notice policy. He kindly told her, meaning he somehow managed not to snap, that he wouldn’t be leaving the company, just locations. That he would continue all of his work online. Her response had been to harp on him about meetings. He’d responded he could do those online or have Katalyn take his place and tell him the occurrences later. She started complaining about responsibility, his classes, how they were supposed to have family dinners at least once a week, and just about him in general. He snapped, said that he could keep up with his classes anywhere, that he was technically an adult and was plenty responsible, and that it didn’t really count as family dinner as there were only two of them. She’d responded with a ‘And who’s fault is that?’ -- He hung up on her after that, ignoring the biting cold settled in the pit of his stomach. Overall, mission accomplished. She knew he was going away and would continue working simply online instead, and he knew that she wouldn’t fire him. Regardless of how much she hated him. -- Following the call, as planned, he found the two suitcases he had, packed up his laptop into one, and then left the office to go to the store. Of course, he was no idiot, and made sure to down another cup of coffee before departing by getting an Uber to the store. Driving without having slept in as long as he had was a bit too dangerous for him to trust. Thankfully, the driver seemed to realize he wasn’t going to be much of a conversation so the ride was silent, spent on his phone to finish whatever work he could do on his phone. Such as messaging Katalyn to let her know that something came up and he’d be working remotely, and not in the office for a time he didn’t know. -- The store ended up having a mini café in it, so he got two more cups of coffee, whichever two had the most caffeine in them. Finding clothing to bring to wear was easy enough, so he took the time to find a good coffee machine, grab plenty of instant coffee packet boxes, a few bottles of Tylenol, and a few large ground coffee bags. Best to be prepared rather than not. On that thought, he also grabbed another laptop and a few flash drives. Not to mention the necessities such as soap, shampoo, a comb, a razor or two, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and the likes. -- The perk of working what was definitely overtime constantly for a large company run by his mother, was that he had money to spend. The perk of not having friends and practically never leaving the office, was that he saved his money quite a bit better than others. -- By the time he got back to the office where he had left the suitcases, he’d finished both cups of coffee. So after packing up the new coffee machine, laptop, phone and laptop chargers, flash drives, the bottles of Tylenol(one of which he’d opened and taken out two tablets from), instant coffee packets, and ground coffee bags into the suitcase that held his first laptop… He used the coffee machine and ground coffee he had in the private office to go ahead and make another pot. After drinking another cup of coffee and taking the two tablets of Tylenol, he packed up the newly bought clothing, and other necessities not packed into the first one, into the second suitcase. It was about enough for two weeks, and he doubted that the place wouldn’t have someplace to do laundry. -- Just as he closed the second suitcase and poured the remaining coffee pot’s contents into a cup, there was a knock at the door to his office. -- Without wasting time, he pulled the two suitcases to the door, retrieved the cup of coffee from where he had set it down on his desk, suppressed a yawn, and opened the door. The sight that greeted him was not a singular person but instead four people. Half of which were taller than him even with the 4-inch heels he was currently wearing. Truly, he needed to move up in heel height. There were 8 inch heels in plenty of stores now, after all. -- Regardless, he paid the ones too far from the door to have knocked any mind. The one closest to the door, with black hair and brown eyes framed by square glasses sitting on tan skin was who he looked towards. He put out the hand that wasn’t holding his coffee for a handshake, his eyes level and strategically cold, voice just the same as he spoke. “Rowland. Does the site we are heading to have service or WiFi? If need be I can provide a router or hotspot myself, I simply need to know so that I may continue my occupational responsibilities.” *~*~*~* Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Revan, Gen’ya, Gorōta. -- Gwyar had managed to sneak back into the house of his guardians and take the Jambiya dagger out from the case they’d put her in, incorrectly nonetheless, and get back up into the room they’d given him. Packing was considerably easy after that. He packed up his history and mythology books, clothes for about half a week, and his two Gladius daggers all into one bag. There wasn’t much for him to be taking, after all. -- The Jambiya dagger went onto his belt, and he took the bag with him as he snuck out of his room and then out the house. He started on his way to Jakob’s house, still unsure of whether or not to tell him. Jay deserved to know, but… Well, he’d be hurt if Gwyar told him. -- He ended up drifting off the path to Jakob’s house at some point, and decided that might’ve been a hand from the universe telling him not to tell Jakob. He hated the idea, he also hated the idea of telling him though. So he listened to the hand, and wandered around for a while until deciding to stop at the same rundown park he’d been at for the first visitor. Probably best, so that they didn’t have to look for him… Right…? -- So he went and backtracked to the isolated park, and sat at one of the old tables that were there. He tapped his foot, trying to enjoy nature as a way to calm nerves about leaving. The area was desolate though, and the silence was starting to seem a lot less beneficial compared to earlier. -- Luckily, he didn’t have to wait long to see a group of people seemingly just appear out of nowhere. He waved at them, deciding to assume that they were five of the other seven people that were supposed to be part of the group. Honestly, he was pretty glad he wasn’t the first and that he’d been able to actually see them coming. -- Instead of making the group walk all the way over to him, he stood and picked up his bag, making his way over. “Is one of you the one I was told about or…? Sorry if you aren’t, but you all kind of just appeared out of nowhere. Uhm, I’m Aries.” -- One of the people scoffed and scowled, taking a sip from a coffee cup, looking at their phone. That one was quite a bit shorter than him, despite wearing heels. Then again, all of the five were a bit shorter than him. Which made sense, he was very tall. Out of the five though, two of them gave off enough of an authoritative vibe for him to consider perhaps being the Time holder leader guy. The one in heels, and the one that seemed closest to him in height with black hair and brown eyes framed with square glasses. 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Horatio Caeso / Male / 19 / Demisexual Panromantic / Ambi / Time- Visions / M: Everyone Upon arriving at Gorota's residence, Horatio's shoulder was grabbed as Nico stumbled, struggling to regain balance. Luckily, Tio had traveled with Tevel's powers enough (purely for practice in remaining steady to support his team in situations like this) that he was quick and steady enough to grab Nico's arm and help steady them. The new sound holder looked up and gave a sheepish smile. "Thanks. Sorry, I wasn't expecting that to be so jarring." The young time holder nodded. "No worries, it happens to everyone at first. Are you okay now?" Nico bobbed his head and straightened, sucking in a breath. "All good, boss! So, what now?" "Now I need to introduce myself to Gorota, the new healing holder. I think it would be best if you stayed back a bit, however, I don't want to overwhelm anyone." "Sure, sure. You got it!" Nodding again, Horatio stepped up to the door and knocked lightly. A few moments later, the door opened revealing a very nervous-looking boy. His skin was pale and covered with freckles while one eye was covered with an eye patch, the visible one a dark gray color. He wore a small, anxious smile and bit his lip. “..H-Hello there…” Tio smiled in a way that he hoped appeared comforting. "Hello, Gorōta. My name is Horatio, I'm the time holder that you were told about. It's a pleasure to meet you. Are you ready to go?" --- The steadily growing group arrived at Gen'ya's a few minutes after picking up Gorōta and Horatio (after steadying the others again) stepped up to the door, knocking lightly. Gen'ya was obviously prepared, as the door opened almost immediately, revealing a freckled-faced, pale-skinned figure that was slightly shorter than Horatio. “I take it that you are the Time holder? I’m Gen’ya, it’s a, well it’s strange, but a pleasure nonetheless to meet you. All of you. I was under the guise that only the Time holder would be here though I suppose it does make sense that others would be met or rounded up before myself given I’m supposed to be the Truth holder now and would thus likely be more willing to go with you.” Tio dipped his head. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Gen'ya. I am, indeed, the time holder. My name is Horatio. And, yes, your thoughts are correct." Nico grinned and waved at Gen'ya when acknowledged. "'Sup, I'm Nico. Sound holder." Tio sighed softly and looked at Gen'ya questioningly. "Ready?" --- The second that Revan's door opened, the new space holder was talking, wasting no time. It should have been expected, space holders tended to be very goal-oriented, but the cold tone and quick introduction still caught Horatio off guard. “Rowland. Does the site we are heading to have service or WiFi? If need be I can provide a router or hotspot myself, I simply need to know so that I may continue my occupational responsibilities.” Nico scoffed quietly behind Horatio and, after a second to collect his composure again, Tio nodded. "Horatio Caeso. Pleasure to meet you. Yes, our base has WiFi, you will also be provided with necessary items such as food, water, and washing and drying for cloaths. If you need anything else, I'm sure we can provide that too, just ask. You're ready to go, correct?" --- Horatio didn't even have to approach and knock on a door to introduce himself to Gwyar, in fact, the group was teleported to an isolated park and almost immediately spotted by a tall, red-haired boy. He waved and approached, speaking in a way that Horatio perceived as nervous. “Is one of you the one I was told about or…? Sorry if you aren’t, but you all kind of just appeared out of nowhere. Uhm, I’m Aries.” Horatio nodded and extended a hand in greeting, ignoring Revan's scoff. "Yes, I would be the one you were told about. My name is Horatio, it's a pleasure to meet you, Aries. If you're ready to go, we've got two more people to pick up." He smiled slightly and looked at the new physical holder questioningly. "So?" |
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Gorōta Sanae Ryuugo | Male | 16 | Demisexual | Ambi | Emotional/Healing - Heal Physical Wounds | Mentions; Horatio, Nico. -- “Hello, Gorōta. My name is Horatio, I’m the time holder you were told about. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you ready to go?” -- Taking a glance at the two again, and then around him as if the answer would be there somewhere. Finally, he just shrugged with a small, “I-I guess…? I-I thi-think I have, uh- Have every-erything… It-It’s uh… Good to m-meet you too, uhm…” -- He glanced around again, looked behind the two of them before looking at the two in front of him again. “How, uh… How are we le-leaving…? D-Did y-you both wa-walk here? How long was the walk? Do either of you need something to drink? Th-This tech-technically isn’t my hou-house but uh, T-Two has water, I can uh- I can go grab a water bottle for both of you real quick?” *~*~*~* Gen’ya Hiei Hikari | AMAB Demi-Boy | 17 | Apresexual Demiromantic | Ambi | Trust/Truth - Lie Detection / Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Gorōta. -- “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Gen’ya. I am, indeed, the time holder. My name is Horatio. And, yes, your thoughts are correct.” -- “‘Sup, I’m Nico. Sound holder.” -- Gen’ya couldn’t keep the small “Nice.” from leaving his mouth in response, nodding slightly. Almost immediately, he bit his lip. He certainly hadn’t meant to say that, well- There went his calm, cool, and collected brand he had spent so long building up! He doubted it’d be as bad as he once thought it’d be. Besides, what were the chances this one singular event would completely ruin him? The sigh Horatio gave, perhaps in response to Nico, made him wonder if he shouldn’t have assumed it wouldn’t so quickly. -- “Ready?” -- They looked at Horatio, and then stepped into the space that was open. “Definitely, the only thing I’ve been this ready for was my English class during the poetry unit.” Leaning towards Nico, for in case the other had been affected negatively by the sighing, they decided to further what they had said. In what was hopefully understood, poetry. “There is an eloquence in true enthusiasm.” *~*~*~* Revan Rafe-Hassen Rowland | Male | 18 | Gay | Ambi | Space - Alter Gravity | Mentions; Horatio, Nico(Ind), Gen’ya(Ind), Gorōta(Ind). -- Revan watched as the apparent Time holder seemed surprised, and heard a scoff(and a responding muffled snicker) in the background which he somehow suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at. Instead, he took a sip from his coffee cup, blinked, and waited for the one in front of him to answer. Only, when that finally happened, his hand was ignored. Which, it wasn’t the first time, his mother never shook his hand for anything and some business people that believed he was too young to know anything didn’t but… Well, it didn’t really matter. He allowed his hand to drop to his side without any hesitation, a way to show how little it had mattered in the business world. He wondered if any of them knew of that very specific art. The language of business. -- “Horatio Caeso. Pleasure to meet you. Yes, our base has WiFI, you will also be provided with necessary items such as food, water, and washing and drying for clothes. If you need anything else, I’m sure we can provide that too, just ask. You’re ready to go, correct?” -- Revan took only a few seconds to truly process all the words, the voice a bit too… Formally casual for his brain to truly want to take it in, his mind threatening to drift. He took another sip of his coffee in an attempt to make sure he stayed awake before answering. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Caeso. I don’t think I’ll require much else but thank you for the thought, I suppose.” -- He grabbed the suitcases with his free hand behind him, taking a singular glance at the private office behind him, the harsh light compared to the lower lights in the hallway that his eyes had adjusted to temporarily blinding him as he glanced in. He looked back at Horatio, er- Mr. Caeso, and nodded curtly. “Yes, I believe I’m ready. My mo- employer knows I will be working online now, my assistant will take care of meetings or I’ll attend online… Yes, all of my business is taken care of here.” -- He finally glanced at the other three present, easily finding the two that had made the noise. The only two that would’ve been around his height if he didn’t wear heels. A green-eyed blonde, and a black hair-black eyed emo. Great, perhaps he should start dying his hair brown instead of bleaching it blonde, and there was certainly no chance he was ever going back to black. Though, that one had never been a possibility. The other was biting their lip, had on an eyepatch, and seemed more anxious than anything. This was going to be great, simply wonderful. No chance he was going to get close to them, two would die of recklessness and the other would die if someone they cared about even looked at them wrong, it seemed. Best to not get attached to any then, perhaps. -- Revan looked back at Mr. Caeso, carefully meeting his eyes. He seemed a bit more reasonable, and calmer. Even worse of a person to get close or attached to. There weren’t many ways for someone like that to die, after all… *~*~*~* Gwyar ‘Aries’ Ariethous Fraoch | Male | 17 | Demisexual | Ambi | Physical - Weapon Knowledge | Mentions; Horatio, Nico, Revan, Gen’ya, Gorōta. -- “Yes, I would be the one you were told about. My name is Horatio, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Aries. If you’re ready to go, we’ve got two more people to pick up. So?” -- Aries shook the hand that was outstretched to him, careful with his nails to not accidentally cause any injury to Horatio. He was definitely glad he hadn’t guessed wrong in who the time holder was, glad that the one with circular glasses that had scoffed wasn’t who the time holder was. “Good to meet you too, Horatio. And uh, yeah. Let’s go get those other two people, I’m totally ready to get going.” -- Someone in the background, a short emo apparently, cleared their throat awkwardly a bit, muttering something under their breath that Aries couldn’t hear. Not that he was really trying to anyways, he was a bit too preoccupied with wondering if he was making the right decision. If he should've said no so that he could go to Jakob, apologize a hundred times over, explain everything that had happened, and promise he’d be back as soon as possible… But there were still two people left and Aries didn’t want to slow them down and, well… He could deal with not getting to say anything to Jakob in person, he could send him a text later. When the group had time. -- Or he could call Jakob when the group wasn’t busy and all… Wasn’t like he had to not tell Jakob at all, he just had to wait for now. Totally. He’d find time, and if he didn’t then Jakob would be calling and texting him plenty later to remind him. He’d figure this out, he just had to make sure no one was waiting up on him longer than necessary for now. |
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