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Name: Bree Age: 17 Gender: Female Height: 5’8” Species: Unknown fae hybrid Languages: English, and can talk to crows Father: Unknown Mother: Unknown Siblings: Unknown Personality: (WIP) Likes: Nature, flying Dislikes: cramped spaces About: She has a tendency to sneak off and be alone so she doesn't have to wear her mask. Housing: A cottage in the mountains Backstory: (WIP) Fun facts: + She has the ability to explode, so she is immune to fire, radiation, nuclear explosions, and blast waves. + She can exhale toxic chemicals so she is also immune to gases that kill you when you breathe them. She can't control it very well so the mask is a precaution |
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Name Caelan Age 18 Gender Male Height 5'11 Species Human Languages English Father Unknown Mother N/A Siblings N/A Personality Caelan would rather stay away from people but when he must he can pretend like he's fine in that situation. He's known to get into a bit of trouble, stealing things is a bit of a hobby for him because his normal life seems too boring. He's a loyal human, at least to his family. He wouldn't leave them or get them hurt for anything. (There's more but it's more fun to develop some stuff.) Likes Forests, rain, reading, etc. Dislikes Loud noises, lightning storms, arrogent people, etc. Housing He tends to travel from house to house Backstory Caelan was born in a small town, around the age of 4 his mother died to a sickness and he was moved to a bigger city to live with his cousins. His father is unknown due to the fact that he didn't stick around, his mother is marked as N/A due to him not remembering anything about her. He may or may not have half siblings because of his father but he's never met them. Appearance (I don't have a picture): Caelan has short black hair and bright ice blue eyes. He dresses in dark academia outfits mostly. He has a Ecto-mesomorph build |
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+ Bree - 1st Person + I walked down the street, looking at the townspeople as we walked by. I was getting dragged along by some of my comrades as support since they were getting their first tattoos. I stared at the ground as we walked, looking at the details of the cobble and the different shapes and sizes. I saw their feet stop and with a sigh, I looked up to see them extremely nervous as we were in front of the parlor. I brushed past them and walked in, they knew me by name here. "Good morning, Bree" the shop owner greeted me with a smile. He was an older man and he used to be in the guard himself. He was the one who gave me the tattoo on my left shoulder while he still worked with the guard. The tattoo was a skull with an explosion around it, not only symbolizing that I worked with toxic gas but also explosives in a sense. I greeted him with a smile shown by my eyes. "Are you here for another tattoo?" he asked "No," I responded with a smile on my face as I sat "I'm here to be emotional support, but I am considering another piercing if your daughter is here?" I asked "Of course, she will be here in an hour or two," he said with a smile "Are those your buddies out there, they look like they've seen a ghost," he said with a chuckle as he continued to wipe down counters. "yeah, I was surprised when they said they wanted to get tattoos. I was one of the last few who was required to get a guard tattoo because they couldn't find a replacement for you. Now I guess it is a test of courage to see if they can handle the pain," I said with a laugh in return and the old man just smiled. Finally, the 3 walked in, and the old man questioned them on what they wanted while I sat and stared off. 'It's my day off and I could be doing better things than this.' I thought and let out a deep sigh. --------------------------------------------- I don't expect you to type this much, it is just a starter. |
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