~The Search for Elvarren (IC)~
Hey you! Yes, you. Come here. What? No, don't run away, it's okay. Look, I know what you're going through. You've been searching for something, am I right? Something called 'Elvarren'. In fact, you've been searching so hard it's become an obsession. An obsession you don't know anything about. What is Elvarren? Where is it? Who is it? Is it an object, a place, a kingdom? You don't know, but you have to find it. You need to find it. It's become so deeply embedded into your mind that there's nothing in the world that could get in your way if you only knew what it was. How do I know about that? Because I've been looking too.
It's in your dream, isn't it? The one about the voices and the people with sharp teeth and light hair. The one where you're running but you don't know where to or what from. The one where the world looks so different, like it's cut in pieces, rain is falling up, the earth shakes and spits and bright lights follow your every step. The chaos of the dream, the power of it. You turn suddenly, feeling the urge to attack, and you realize something, you realize-
Hey! Don't run! You have no idea how long I've been searching! How long I've had that exact same dream! I can see into your mind, I see you're scared, but don't be. My name is Dusk. Well, actually it's not. I don't know what my real name is but-
The point. Right. You've been searching for something whispered into your ear. Something you absolutely need to find but you don't know where to start, what to look for. You ran away, didn't you? Left home, became so obsessed with finding something you don't know anything about. And in your dream you can do things you normally can't. Kill someone with the flick of a wrist or see their thoughts, take control of their minds, control the temperature of isolated areas, anything. It's different for everyone. Well, let me tell you this, your dreams are real. Elvarren is real, and I can tell you right now, whatever it is, it's going to be hell finding it.
You have abilities, you know. Whatever you dreamt about, you can do it, you just need to be trained. I can do that. The best way to unlock your abilities is through lucid dreaming and shared dreaming. I'll show you how. I may not look like much but I can do things you wouldn't believe. And I've got friends, there's more of us. We're hidden right now. Hidden because there are people out there who'd like to use us. People who might be afraid of us. And for good reason. Because I think that whatever we are, whatever we're meant to do, there will be consequences and we're going to affect people. I just don't know how.
Another thing I should add that you may have already figured out; we can't touch people without... something going wrong. I'm sure you've tried, I'm sure you've seen those strange black shadows, felt the energy course into your veins, seen the other person look weak and strange. I can only hope you didn't try to do that for too long. We draw energy from other living creatures. It works with plants, so I suggest to try that. And you don't want to know what happens when we touch each other. It's just... not good. Don't even try.
I know you're scared right now but I want you to consider joining me. We're getting closer to figuring out just what Elvarren is and how to get to it... in fact, we've found something you absolutely have to see.
Oh, and one more thing... don't you dare tell me your name. You'll need a new one. At this point, it's really best you try to dissociate yourself from who you might have been before. It's... safer.
Intrigued? Follow me. We'll stop the voices, the dreams. We're going to find Elvarren.
Ah, the dreams. It's always just a little different for everyone, but mostly in the dream everything looks misty and grey. You see human-like creatures rise up from the smog, creatures with light hair (blond, white, pale blue, etc) and sharp fangs like piranhas. They growl and you see that their eyes are like cat eyes. They follow you but you don't feel the urge to run. At least, not until you hear some sort of sound in the distance, like a swarm of insects, or a million people whispering in tiny voices all at once. You feel an incredible urge to run but the sound if following you. The strange creatures swarm around you and you feel a burn in your chest and you know just what to do, you use your abilities and fight them off. Usually, I wake up when the sound catches up with me but the dream is always slightly different. Sometimes the creatures attack right away and brutally. Sometimes they drain you just as you would drain a person if you touched them. Sometimes the sound is different, louder, sometimes it's a forest, others a city, a river, etc. It changes, but the fear is always the same. At the end of the dream, there's always a voice, an ambiguous voice whispering 'Elvarren.... you must... you must....' urging you to find whatever that is, but never explaining how. And sometimes, the voices follow us into the waking world. Sometimes they give us hints, sometimes not. Mine once tried to kill me but stopped when my friend Pine found me withering on the floor with my hands on my head, trying to get it to stop. Usually, the voices aren't violent, they can attack the mind, though, so we have to be careful. I can show you how to control it to some degree, and when to listen. It's not like we have people talking to us in our heads all the time, only sometimes, but be careful when you decide to listen to them. I'm still not sure if they're helping or not. I'm not sure what everything means, but it has to mean something, right? Elvarren exists and we will find it!
Well, here's the fun. As I've already stated, we all have different abilities and we don't know how we got them or why we have them. What's important for you right now is learning how to control them. We draw our energy from living beings, so I ask that you try to control yourself around other people. Yes, it is very possible you will kill someone by draining their energy. I'm sure you've noticed before how hard it is to break away. How good it feels to take that power, but stay away from that. It's dangerous in more ways than one. You could kill someone, you could become addicted to the kind of energy that comes from a human being, you could get caught and put all of us in danger. And you know people around here aren't going to treat our kind with benevolence. And yes I say 'our kind' because we've become our own species and you know how people deal with anyone different, especially as different as we are. Take your energy from plants, even animals (we still need to eat, after all). It may not be as strong, but it'll work and you can still train to control what you can do.
As far as the kinds of abilities we have, it could be anything. Take me for example, I'm a telepath and a mindwalker. I can choose to see your thoughts, or go into your mind, and yes, manipulate people. No, I'm not going to do that to anyone here, that would be disastrous, believe me. Some people are harder to break than others, it is possible to block me. Some memories I can't access because the person has blocked them off, and even some minds I can't get into. Try as I may, it is still incredibly difficult to see into Pine's mind, even when he tries to make it easy. Pine's a bit odd, though. You'll meet him soon enough.
Other possible powers include anything from pyromancy to weather manipulation (mild, though, it seems no one here is anywhere near omnipotent, just dangerous), to shape-shifting (though it seems this only works for shifting to resemble other people, not into animals), to many other possibilities. We're all very dangerous, though, and if anyone found out, you know just what the consequences would be. So we have to train discretely, and search as quietly as possible... but that does get rather difficult to do. Slip-ups happen... more often than not.
One more thing. Never, ever touch someone else with abilities. You've felt the shadows that seem to swarm around you when you drain a person? If you think that's chaos, imagine it to the point of pain, where it feels like... look, I really shouldn't tell you all this. The voices have control over our minds sometimes, they might tempt you to try it. Don't ask why, and no, I have no idea if the voices are good of bad. Just keep your abilities under wraps and don't touch anyone.... I won't lie... it does get hard.
The big question. What have we found? Well... not much, I'm sorry to say. The voices give us leads sometimes, hints of where we should go, how to look, but it's all very cryptic and difficult to understand. However, we were lead to the woods we are currently hiding in and found something... odd. It's a tree. Well, not just any tree. It's a tree we can't drain, but doesn't seem to give us much energy either. It's as if it were dead, but it has leaves and grows just like any other plant. I get... signals from it as well. As if it had a sort of mind, or fragments of one. More like echoes. Just random things, 'green skies, black shadows, tall fire, under'. Because of the word 'under', I thought perhaps we had to dig under the tree, and sure enough, in its roots we found piece of metal. Looks like ordinary scrap metal, but it felt hot, like it was radioactive. Pine did a few tests and so helpfully determined that he didn't know what it was, but at least it was safe to handle. It's small and irregularly shaped, but light and slightly malleable. When we dug deeper under the tree, we found more, but this isn't quite enough for any of us to go on. We need more clues! One the back of one metal scrap is a letter in a strange language, but that's it. That's all we have. That, the voices and the dreams. As well as our own instinct. Well, we're getting somewhere at least... I think. We just need more to go on....
On the Run
As you may have guessed, people are not fond of getting physically and mentally drained to the point of hospitalization. And the sudden rise in plants dying of unknown causes has started to get the attention of the media. They don't know us yet, luckily, but one slip up and we'll have everyone on our trail. We already have people... strange people in grey uniforms who've been chasing us, but I don't know why, or how they discovered us. I thought government agents or something, but that isn't it. Whoever they are, they're not police and I doubt they only want to 'question' us. Be careful and lie low. I know it's hard, especially when you start getting drained and there's too many people around to drain a plant or something. We're on the run and there are less places every day where we can be safe. Do these strange people have anything to do with Elvarren? I don't know. But I wouldn't suggest letting them take you. I highly doubt they're friendly. I saw one shoot a kid down I was watching who showed signs of abilities. They dragged him off and I don't know what they did next. I ran. I know, I'm a coward, but I have more people than just myself to worry about and I can't risk getting caught. I just can't.
Don't worry, though. We're safe where we are currently, so long as we remain as discrete as we are right now. Stick with me and you'll be fine. Better than you would be on your own, believe me.
Currently, we live in a cabin. It was abandoned when we found it and we did a few tune-ups. It's not huge, but it's big enough and well hidden in the thick brush of the forest.
1) No OOC fighting. Absolutely none of that. This is the only warning I'm going to give.
2) No god-modding/powerplay without permission.
3) You may make as many characters as you can handle, but this is advanced, therefor I as you post at very least a paragraph per character.
4) I would like this RP to be in first person, but this is a request not a rule. If you are really not comfortable in first, you can do third.
5) Romance is fine and there will be a way for our characters to touch each other for a limited time in the future, so if things start to get, shall we say 'mature', fade to black.
6) Swearing is fine, just not every other word
7) Write "I will find Elvarren" at the bottom of your CS if you have read the rules.
8) Have fun.
Code:Name: Alias: (the name you give to Dusk) Age: Gender Sexuality: Height: Hair Colour: Eye Colour: General Appearance: Personality: Abilities: (Can have one strong one, or two more minor ones) History: How were you found? Other:
"It's still Dusk. I'm afraid I can't exactly remember what my real name is. Long story I don't really want to get into right now."
"Pansexual, as in, gender doesn't matter"
"A sort of deep red, like auburn but lighter. Part ginger, part redhead, one might say."
"I have tan skin and deep red/ginger/auburn/whatever hair (gee, I wonder how I got my name), and hazel eyes. I'm lean and about average height, maybe an inch or so taller, not by much. I have a scar next to my left eyebrow, close to my temple (don't ask) but my hair usually covers it. I have a thin jawline with what one would probably refer to as 'softer' features, which may seem contradictory if you've ever seen me get... passionate over something.
I generally dress in, well, whatever I can find. I'm rather fond of tie-dye and converse shoes. I like bright colours, though admittedly, they do draw people's attention to me, which I probably don't need. Still, I can't help myself. Often, my shoes don't match as I am on the run and have little time to care about how I look. You really have to just learn to wear what you find. I also tend to have writing all over my arms. When I need to remember something, I don't bother with notepads. You can lose a notepad easily, but you can't lose an arm... Well, at least you can't lose it easily.
I suppose that's me then. Need a better look? Come see for yourself."
A bit difficult to describe, really. I can be impatient sometimes, I always need to be doing something. Just sitting doing nothing drives me insane. I'm a bit impulsive, quick to think on my feet and I don't go back on my decisions. I can get protective of my friends and if anyone were to threaten them, I wouldn't hesitate to act. The problem is, I may end up putting people at risk to save the others with abilities. Maybe that's selfish, to put them above others. I don't know, I just feel so loyal to them all, like I need to protect them at any cost. Even my own life.
Despite everything, I'm generally quite optimistic. I have to be. I have to make sure all the others know it's going to work out in the end. Maybe I'm being unrealistic, but I have to be. If I believe in something, I'll strive for it. The second I start doubting myself is when I start failing. So I'm damn cocky outwardly but that's what I need to be. I need to show the others I can do amazing things, prove to them I'm right, even when I'm not sure. Make them believe in something too.
The one thing that really gets to me sometimes, though, is the fact that I can't touch anyone. Sometimes I want to. Sometimes I want to be close to someone but I can't because if I tried, I might kill them. I try to stay away from love because of this. I know I'll only end up letting myself and the other person down in the future. It just doesn't work. It is hard, though. Very hard.
Perhaps I should mention I have a bit of a fear of failure. Because of this I'm determined to no end to make something work. To find Elvarren, to protect the others, to be more than I am just so I can give them someone to count on. I can't fail. I won't fail. I can do this, I know I can.
Well, that's a little bit of me. There's more, but you'll have to find that out later. I should mention my voices, though. The ones in my head seem more adamant on... hurting me than the others are. Maybe I push myself too much, or try too hard to block them out, but sometimes they just start swarming and attacking my mind and-
Well, it's not important. It hasn't happened in a while. Sometimes the others get it, but not usually as strong but you never know. It could happen to anyone. I just hope we all have the will to withstand it."
"Already explained this, I am a telepath and a mindwalker. I can go into people's minds when they get to a close enough range and see their thoughts, memories, even manipulate them, but this all depends on the person's will and if they know what I'm doing. I can read minds, though, but I try to control that. I get bits and pieces sometimes, but I can supress it, choose not to hear. I try to do this as much as possible, but it gets hard to control sometimes. And occasionally, I'll slip into someone else's dream unintentionally. It can get difficult to sort out reality from dreaming sometimes.
Another problem I have is sometimes... I just hear things. I don't mean to. When I was younger, I remember I heard thoughts all the time and I couldn't control it. Just a flood of minds, of useless information. It got to the point where I thought about ending it just to stop it all. But I did eventually learn to control it. Open minds no longer plague me, I can close them off. But closed minds... those are the mysteries, the ones I actually have difficulty reaching. I can't help from trying sometimes. Sue me, I get curious.
My manipulation may be a bit unnerving to some, as if I caught you off guard and my energy was high, I might be able to force you to kill yourself. I never would, though. Never. This is a hard thing to force someone to do, though. Unless they want to die.
Dreams sometimes change at my will, but only other people's. And I can't always help it. It's not like I mean to go messing about in people's heads, it just happens sometimes. Especially if I'm asleep, when my guard is down. That's why I try to stay out of range of people at night. You never know."
"I... um... I'd rather not get into this right now"
(Will develop IC)
"Also Pine. The day I met Dusk also seems to be the day I lost all my memories, for I can't remember anything before then."
"I estimate that I am eighteen, but I can't be certain."
"Non-sexual, or 'asexual,' as it is commonly accepted."
(Not exactly, he only convinced himself that was what he was, as he has trouble feeling love or even physical attraction for someone)
"I am tall and thin, but not weak, my stamina happens to be quite high. I have dark hair and green eyes with very pale skin. I have what one would call 'sharp' features with a straight nose and a thin, angled jaw. My expression may often seem rather neutral, perhaps 'disinterested', but I cannot help this. It is simply how I tend to look. It can make me difficult to read, which is not actually intended, but does work to my advantage on occasion.
I have many scars along my arms that I do hide, as Dusk's opinion does happen to matter to me and I doubt he'd like the story of how I got them. I heal quickly, though, and the scars are not very prominent. There are a few on my legs as well but these are not as noticeable. Granted, it would be unlikely for anyone to ever see me in shorts so I doubt anyone would get much of a chance to see them.
I tend to wear long sleeves, sometimes turtle-necks and jackets, yes, even in summer. No, it doesn't bother me. Not much does. I tend to dress in dark colours, but I don't have a preference. I'll wear whatever I can find, though I can't say I'm quite as fond of bright colours as Dusk is. I prefer to blend in.
If there is more you need to know, simply ask. Or take a closer look."
"Some people have a bit of a problem with my personality, calling me cold and unfeeling. And I can't say that's entirely untrue. I am unfeeling, literally. I can't feel pain (sometimes, it is possible, but rarely) and my emotional responses to things may be a tad limited. I have trouble with love, even if I want to love someone, I find that I can't, so I don't bother to try. Empathy is also a problem, it is difficult to put myself in another person's situation, not out of selfishness, but because I truly can't imagine how they feel. Sometimes I think I can, but it's rare, and the only person I know well enough to predict emotional response, is Dusk. I do try to be friendly, though. I honestly do, even if my cold 'insensitive' nature is off-putting. I have little regard for my own life, really. I know Dusk says he needs me, and perhaps he does, but if he didn't, I wouldn't know what to do. What am I? Hardly human, I'd think.
I do care about the others, though. Don't think that because I don't show, and have trouble feeling proper emotions that I don't care. I do, I just don't always know how to respond. Perhaps there is something disconnected in my brain, something to make me this distant, I'm not sure. Sometimes I wish I could be like the others, but I find I have to force myself to show them anything but neutrality. I'm generally rather logical about things, though I do try to see other ways, it's just... difficult.
I often retreat to my mind if the situation I'm in grows beyond my control. I'll think to come up with an answer. It is rare that I cannot find one. There is an answer to every problem, one has but to find it. Perhaps this makes me seem like less of a 'team player', for I often forget that I am working with others. I will save the others and I would risk my substandard life for them, but working with them proves difficult. They're all different, with different personalities and reactions. It's hard to keep track of, for I keep expecting them to act logically. Not everyone does, which is something I have trouble understanding. I don't always use logic to solve my problems, but it is often the right course of action. Dusk doesn't believe me when I say this. I can't say I'm quite as impulsive as he is, but I'm not exactly 'cautious'. I will fight if necessary, I just don't like to.
I'm also not fond of swimming. Particularly in rivers. It isn't a fear, just a... general dislike.
There is more to me than that, but I'm afraid I can't think of anything else of importance right now."
"I'm not sure if my intelligence counts as an ability, but I'll list it anyway. I have an eidetic memory, save for the strange feuge that was my life before meeting Dusk. I know a fair bit (that is to say, quite a lot) about science, mathematics, and a lot of general knowledge. Though my real abilities probably lie in my healing. I can use my energy to transfer an injury onto myself and then heal it if I choose. All I have to do is hover my hand close to the injury and imagine taking it onto myself, then the person is healed and I gain their injury. It will feel like tingling, then the pain being lifted away (a description I was given, as I am not certain myself), there will also be a sort of pale green glow around the edge of the wound, lined black, then it will appear as though the injury has been pulled into my hand in a rising of individual particles. The injury will appear on me where it was on the person. Because I can heal myself, I merely have to use a bit more energy to heal myself, close the wound off and it's all quite simple. Assuming I have enough energy to spare. The larger the injury, the harder it is to heal. I have insensitivity to pain, so I can't always tell how bad an injury is until I start losing too much energy.
For those wondering, yes, I can bring people back to life if they have recently died. Doing this, however, would either drain my energy to the point of complete exhaustion, forcing me to collapse and fall unconscious. Without fresh energy right away, I wouldn't be able to heal myself and I would die (I would likely die anyway being unconscious and unable to heal). I assume that by receiving all the injuries of the deceased, depending on how they died, it would take me just as long as it took them to pass away, if not faster, as I would have used up all my energy bringing them back. And if they have been dead too long, I would likely end up killing myself trying to bring them back when they're too far gone."
"I can't tell you, as I don't remember. I remember Dusk found me, said I was unconscious in a river. I don't remember anything before that."
Before this mess? Michelle.
Puppeteer. Since that's a mouthful, call me Pup.
Five foot five.
Dark blue with a light blue ring around the pupils.
Descriptions aren't my best...so here's a picture!
(See page two)
I look so serious in that...anyways, I generally wear a blue light jacket that's more for a fashion statement than actually good at keeping away biting winds or true cold. Actually, you can see it in the picture I gave. Blue jeans, sneakers, dark blue gloves, and a dark blue longsleeved shirt. I like the color blue. Quite a bit.
Hmm, remember when I said descriptions aren't my best? So let's start simply shall we? Cheerful. First thing that comes across to most people. Truth be told it's kinda forced. Being cheerful and optimistic is better than the alternative I have. Cheerfulness is my armor, my shell. Though when I'm alone, just me and my thoughts, I take a rather morbid and depressing turn. Guilt, despair, fear...hunger. That's why I'm terrified of being alone and essentially to be around others, even if they can't stand me and I can't stand them. It's better than letting the fear get away from me, pushing me down paths that seem correct, right, a good way to end my problem and the problem to others when I'm by myself. Been there, done that, do not want to repeat.
I've been fighting the urge to draw power from humans or the others for a long time now. I don't mean as in it crosses my mind occasionally. I mean at least twice daily, I think of it for long minutes and have to check myself repeatedly from removing my gloves. If, for whatever reason, I'm not wearing my gloves I have to check myself constantly from reaching out. It earns me strange looks, not only from the humans(I don't really consider the rest of the planet on the same level we are.) but from my fellow...whatever the heck we are. It's a daily dance I have become quite good at. I still remember that rush as I drained the life force from him...it fills me with a hunger to do it again every time. And right there alongside that hunger is a raging fear, borderline terror. It's why I try to keep as little of my flesh able to be touched as possible, and why I stay with people. I won't pull away...I know this for a fact. I'm quite aware of what I'll be doing, and I won't care a single bit. I only barely stopped myself from doing it again after the first time, and I didn't the second.
The hunger is always there, raging just beneath the surface of my cheerful facade, along with the fear. It probably shows in my eyes, beneath all that optimism.
I can be considered to have three abilities, but one without the other two is like a bird without wings, a fish without gills. Useless. So, let's start with the first of them.
I can create 'strings' from anything. Paper, silk, wood, metal, feathers, cloth, even my own blood will do in a pinch. Though it hurts like heck, namely because if I don't draw blood with a sharp object, it comes out on it's own accord. Strangely enough, I can't use saliva, tears, or...*blushes* other bodily fluids. Not even my own. I'm limited to my own blood, and stuff that doesn't come from the human body. I can then attach these strings to my creations, people, animals, or inanimate objects. This is the most used out of my abilities, because I'm lazy and creating strings and attaching them to whatever I want and yanking it over to me is easier than getting up. Like I said, lazy.
I can create things. Descriptive, I know. But, I mean from what's around me. Earth, fire, water, shadows, books, metal, cloth, anything that isn't like air or light I can mold, I guess with my mind, into whatever shape I desire. Usually human, as they require less energy to mold(especially if they look vaguely like me), and serve a better purpose than anything else. And before you ask, no this doesn't work on humans and animals, or their corpses. But, they don't move of their own accord. They just stand, or fall, like puppets. It was rather infuriating at first, until I realized the connection.
I guess this sorta goes with my strings but it deserves a category all of it's own, at least in the dang dreams. I can control my creations, by attaching my strings to them. They come to life in my hands, and I manipulate them like a puppeteer(My name is so original, I know.) In the real world, I can only control one and that's with my strings. It has roughly the same strength, speed, etc. As I do, maybe a little higher. But in the dreams...oooh, in the dreams I'm Queen of the Puppets. Giants, midgets, normals, all sizes, all kinds of materials, all shapes, not all of them human. All under my command, with no strings. They're faster, stronger, and better at combat than I am. It's exhilarating. But that's in the dream world.
Multitasking. While not really an 'ability' I'm really good at it in the dream world, and not to shabby in the real world. Resisting my urges while doing other stuff has helped with that.
Where to begin....let's start with my family. We were never a touching family. Not even kisses. From age three up, I was trained to be the perfect little girl. The perfect daughter, representing the perfect family. I knew from the start that my parents marriage was nothing more than a business maneuver by the both of them, and I was nothing more than an asset. Love was a phrase used woodenly in our family, and even then only rarely. I suppose that's why my abilities remained hidden for so long. Never touched my family, and I was home schooled. No handshakes for me, I curtsied. That was my life growing up. It changed around the time I was ten, my parents finally melting their icy mannerisms with each other. Love suddenly became a budding thing in my family. But they weren't prepared to stretch it to me, not yet anyways. The voices I had studiously ignored for most of my life, as I didn't have time to ponder them or listen to them. I was too busy playing the perfect daughter. The dreams were nothing more than a faded memory, teasing at the back of my mind.
My baby brother was born when I was thirteen. After two years of trying, they'd finally done it. They were so happy, and I was ecstatic to finally have a brother. When we took him home that night I stole into his room, and held him as he slept. Biggest mistake of my life. As I held him, looking tenderly at my baby brother's face, thinking of all the fun we were going to have, I drained him. The shadows I dismissed as tricks of the light.
He had the prettiest blue eyes.
Do you know what it's like to watch the only thing you love in your world die before your eyes, because you drained him of his energies? I do. It's exhilarating, a rush like none other. So much power...so much potential...I still hunger for it. *Shivers* Back to the story, away from my urges. My father came in when he stopped hearing the baby's breathing from the little walkie talkie baby monitor things. By then I had placed my brother into his cradle, and was looking for a new rush. The voices broke through the barrier I had set up to ignore them, and urged me on as my father brushed past me. I was vaguely aware of horror flooding through me, just beneath the rush. I reached for my father's arm, barely hearing his panicked voice.
I don't know what broke the spell, or whatever came over me. The horror, my father's voice, or maybe the voices disappearing. Regardless, I ran. Sobbing and crying I left my home, heading as far away from my crime as possible. With nothing more than the clothes on my back and a goal to get away. I don't know how far I ran, or where I ran, but I curled up in an alleyway and slept.
That's when the first dreams visited me, or the first dream I could fully remember anyways. It's the same every time. I'm still running, accusing voices at my back. I glance over my shoulder to see these...creatures following me, pointing and accusing. I try to run faster, but the voices just keep getting closer. Finally, I run straight into a wall. Fight of flight time.
Turning around, I thrust my hands out in an attempt to stop the creatures. An army rises for me. I believe I've already described them when I talked about my control. Anyways, they repel the creatures, and I slid to the floor in relief. That's when I hear a baby's gurgle, and turn to see my brother staring at me with a mouth full of razor sharp teeth. He leaps at me and that's when it ends. I haven't woken up not screaming once.
Anyways, for the next three years I survived without an incident. Doing odd jobs, begging. Never stealing though, couldn't bring myself to do it, no matter how hungry I got. Just feels wrong. I began to recognize my abilities though. Strings, puppetry. It was useful, but only in highly circumstantial situations. The voices were also present, constantly whispering and trying to make me give into my urges. I resisted, and managed to not repeat what had happened with my brother. The second incident occurred with a trio of four year old girls I was supposed to be babysitting. Their mother was a single mom, and was stressed with work. She knew me from a few odd jobs I had done and trusted me. I agreed. Second biggest mistake of my life. They all imagined themselves princesses, and looked so innocent, so pure in their dresses. One of them yanked off my gloves and tried to place a ring on my finger. It was all over then. The rush returned, and as she slowly lost energy I took of the other glove and grabbed another. When the first one died I grabbed the third.
All three died. All because I couldn't control my fu-freaking urges. I left, crying. That poor mother. She kept a gun for home defense, and told me where it was and how to use it. I took that with me.
How were you found?:
Dusk found me on a bridge over a river, the gun against my head, preparing to end it all. I was a monster, I deserved to die. Three children and a baby had died because of me. Time for me to leave this world, make it better. It didn't take a telepathic to figure out what I was planning. So Dusk stopped me. Told me what I needed to hear, gleaning the information from my grief and guilt filled mind. The gun went in the river, and I went with Dusk. My mind is still easily read, so if he ever bothers to listen when I'm alone...I may be confined without any sharp objects.
I don't swear. At all.
Real Name: Karel Pääsuke
Height: 1.76 meters (He's European, so he'll use the metric system. DEAL WITH IT)
Hair Colour: Dark Blond & brownish.
Eye Colour: Grey-blue mixture
General Appearance: Rex is slender, pale skinned with short brown-blondish hair. He has wide cheekbones but generally a smooth face. He has a narrow nose and a particular stare. When Rex stares at you it feels as if he is gazing right through you, very creepily so. His hair was short, almost cropped. By now his hair is grown to be somewhat longer, as he didn't get a haircut for a long time. Rex finds short hair much more comfortable than long hair though, easier to maintain as well.
He has a tendency of wearing sturdy dark leather clothes and a coat stretching down to his knees.
Personality: Rex has a massive inferiority complex. He wouldn’t admit it though, and he’s not very good at expressing himself either. (Hence why this description is written in third person.) Initially Rex would best be defined as a xenophobe, but he soon came to realise that his hatred doesn’t burn just for foreigners, but all humans in general. It would be more appropriate to call him a misanthrope now… as well as a homophobe, racist, sexist and anything else ending with 'ist' or 'obe'.
He is often very serious and sincere and expects the same from others. He generally hates jokes. Especially jokes about him, they piss him off. You can imagine that Rex isn’t much fun at parties. Speaking of parties, he hates them.
You must have noticed that hatred is something which almost defines Rex. It should come as no surprise that he’s very easy to anger. So remember not to look him into the eyes for too long. (For reasons that will soon become apparent.) Rex is comparable to a wild animal to a certain degree. His way of thinking is akin to that of ‘survival of the fittest’ and ‘might makes right’.
Because he always feels so looked down upon by others, he will often express swagger and tough talk to hide his deep insecurities. He craves for control and respect from others. He doesn’t want other people to think of him as a weakling. In fact, that would be a nightmare. For the rest, he scoffs at those who he deems weak of heart, soft or overly sentimental. (Not that he is much different when you get to his core.)
Abilities: ''The ability I have been born with can best be described as… well, corruption. You should know that I hate many things about this world, and this hatred quite literally became my power. Wherever I walk, and whenever I am in a rotten mood, I can make people feel the same way as I see fit. I can make them hate the same things I hate, indoctrinate them. Not just people but even animals can sense my hatred and be affected by it. I assert control over other creatures by imbuing them with negative feelings, basically. But I do this indirectly. I do not have full power over others if I can’t be charismatic… which I can’t. That’s the problem.
But that is just how I can affect people that are within a certain area of effect around me. I also have a stronger form of this power. The power to almost brainwash someone when that person looks me in the eyes. I do not have full power over what happens to the person, but they are often paralyzed when I do this. When someone looks me in the eyes, they become powerless and broken. If lucky, obedient even. Beyond that I do not understand this supernatural ability I possess, it is as much a mystery to me as anyone else.''
Basically: He controls others indirectly by controlling their feelings. Or at least their negative feelings. The ones he has power over are: anger, hate, fear, terror, paranoia and greed. Rex can make people lose their sense of rationality by invoking those feelings into another. People around him will often turn on each other by growing mistrust and paranoia, and that is how Rex can use them to his advantage. Except that he isn’t particularly good at manipulating people because he isn’t that charismatic. So controlling others directly is still difficult unless they look him into his eyes.
He has learned to harness his powers to an extent now, so they do not affect people too much unconsciously anymore. He can now corrupt people intentionally whenever he sees fit, with only few accidents.
History: ''You want to know about me? Damn foreigners… always minding other people’s business. Fine, as you wish. I come from a Baltic nation called Estonia, a land I’m pretty sure you don’t know where it’s even located. I don’t blame you. So, I shall not reveal everything about myself as I am not a total dimwit as 'some' people here are.
What can I say? I lived a relatively normal life apart from the alcoholic fool that my father is. My mother was for long the only person that cared about me. She did all the work in the house, she was the woman that raised me, fed me, and got me to school. I would be nothing without her obviously.
Life was decent, but I began to stand out. I was a big weirdo, even when I didn’t know about my 'superhuman abilities'. Wherever I came, I was always followed by bad luck. By first impression alone people often instantly disliked me. I was the most unpopular kid in any school to my vision. Wherever I trod, there was anger and suspicion towards others and myself. My friends were never there when I needed them, and I was… powerless over my environment. I was seen as the lowliest of the lowliest for no reason whatsoever.
I was embittered by the stupidity and injustice of other humans, even from the age of ten. I began to notice how strangely good I was at setting the mood. As my hate rose for my classmates, their hate grew for each other. I was in the most notorious class in the school. Only now do I realise that I was the reason for that. Unconsciously I was corrupting the other children even back then. I've gotten so used to people hating me that nowadays I never expect anything else from others.
I survived the years in elementary and high school, I tried to remain optimistic against all odds. By time I learned to speak English fluently too, as you can see here. Not bad for an Estonian huh?
One day my mother fell ill with a horrible disease. The only person that actually cared about me died only weeks later… I was alone. All I had was my alcoholic idiot father and some loose school friends. I was still as unpopular and bullied as ever.
After I graduated from high school, no, even during high school, I got into contact with local skinheads, far-right extremists and a lot of questionable types. There were many Russians amongst them too. They were my way out of the crappy life I had! With them I could work much better than the imbeciles I knew. Their hatred was directed towards foreigners, and I decided to join them and make some 'friends'. I thought that if I got involved in gangs like that, that people would finally take me serious. (Even if it's in a bad way.) I went with the flow for a time. No more did anyone dare bully or mock me from that point on. Soon I became a skinhead myself. I learned about the effectiveness of intimidation and striking with terror.
By then I became known as a thug, an ultra-nationalist or even a white supremacist. Honestly, I was none of those things. The only thing that moved me towards extremist types like that was their hatred. I hanged out with them behind the back of my idiot father who barely paid attention to me anyway.
The following 2 years passed like this, and I practically became the leader of a band of extremists, homophobes and Neo-Nazi’s. When I say leader, I don’t mean an actual one but more like the guy pulling the strings behind the group… I had scary friends. But you should know, I hated every last one of those dimwits. I am not a nationalist, I couldn’t care less about their ideologies. I just went with the flow, that’s all. I never cared about Estonia or whatever. I was never proud to be an Estonian. Nationalism is an illusion to me; it’s only useful for asserting control over others, and that was the sole reason I sticked around with those punks. The reason I became a punk myself.
Around this time I finally began to realise something. I wasn’t indoctrinated by their hate; they were being indoctrinated by mine! I was the centre of all the hatred in the group. All those people around me were unconsciously being indoctrinated and drawn into fights by me. Now, I must say I am not particularly athletic, and I seldom involved myself into direct combat. Usually I let the others fight for me. One time, when I did get into a fight I did strangely well… I was exhausting my enemy each time I landed a punch. Each time I simply touched a person. At the time I thought it was because of my own mad fighting skills! But no, of course that wasn’t it.
Life carried on for a while like this. I loved how notorious I was and how everyone stayed away from me. Finally people began to respect me! People began to fear me! To see the terror in the eyes of another, I live for things like that! I did not yet see that each time I touched someone I was draining their energy, mostly because I seldom touched anyone. Most of my company existed of extremist dudes. I’m not touching those filths, I’m not some freaking Homo or something.
(Remember: Rex is homophobic.)
I did feel a bit of guilt though. What would my mother say if she saw me during that time? I dare not think about it.
Gradually I grew tired of all the nonsense. Just as I was wondering about the mysterious occurrences and indoctrination around me, began I dreaming… The dreams were connected to my power somehow, the power to corrupt. Weird flying spectres appeared, they attack me, they mock me, they… look down on me! I wanted to crush them very badly. But I could not, I was powerless. Just as powerless as I were when I was a kid and bullied in the classroom. I almost forgot what it felt like to have no power over others. But hear this: something interesting, I guess. A voice telling me to find Elvarren? …What does that even mean? I spent a lot of time thinking about it, and this was about the time I began to distance myself from other humans. I didn’t involve myself with far-right extremist gangs anymore. It was fun hanging around with the fools, but I’ve found a better purpose. Or better said, purpose found me. Some weirdo called Dusk. He was different… he knew about my questionable allegiances, yet wasn’t scared. He approached me even, despite my obvious leathery clothes and short hair.
Dusk was perhaps the best person I ever knew. He apparently came all the way to Estonia just to collect me? And he knew about my power too. I’ve never met someone so… fascinating.
I had a dream with the same creatures. This time they were attempting to overpower me again, but couldn’t. Instead, I paralyzed them and bent them on their knees. Some kneeled before me, others seemed to suffocate by the intense pressure and perished... Those who were not already under my control fled in panic, but regardless of what they did, they trembled and lost all rationality. I was the master!
I told Dusk about the dream, and he seemed intrigued. Eventually I left with him under the pretence that I was simply moving out of house. Not that it would make a difference with the almost non-existent family and friends I had. I was ignorant to the men dressed in grey at the time though. They never found me in the remote area I grew up in.''
Because of his father, Rex almost never consumes Alcohol (nor does he smoke or use drugs), deeming the urge to do so is a sign of weakness. Rex hates weakness.
Hair Colour: Dark Green
Eye Colour: Blue
General Appearance: I was born with good looks – something I’m still conflicted how I feel about. Sure, it can be rather fun to give someone false hopes and watch them suffer over the fake, graceful and innocent image you’re feeding them. It’s also a rather useful way of deceiving others into helping you: “Boo-hoo, I’m a damsel in distress, come help me.” But at the same time it’s also a giant hindrance. It makes people assume you’re shallow, stupid and fragile. I hate getting those looks from men, the “she needs a man down her pants” ones. Freaking hate them. I’m a big girl and I don’t need your help. Just your money will suffice.
But back to the point, that’s why I dye my hair green – it seems most guys don’t have the balls to approach someone with green hair, and whoever does is usually nerdy enough and easy to get rid of. Most of the time I dress in male-style clothes, grays and olives that don’t draw the attention, and not the kind that look like I’m borrowing my boyfriend’s shirts. That’s even more disgusting than wearing skirts, as it makes you look cutesy. I wear clothes that fit me, ones that still follow my curves and my motions. I guess the best way to call them would be “neutral”. You could notice me in a crowd, or your eyes could slip right off me. Those are the best kind, with them I can do whatever I want. I can make you notice me, or I can make you overlook me.
Yet, despite everything I said, I still can’t help myself and not strive to look decent. I can’t wear baggy or ripped or stained things, though I’m aware that I should, if I really want to keep people at a distance. I also can’t help but desire attention sometimes. What am I, a sadist or a masochist? I can’t tell you. All I know is what I do, for whatever reason. I can’t claim to be in harmony with my feelings so I won’t make up excuses.
Ultimately sometimes I just dress to impress.
Personality: My personality is shit, to say the least. That’s my real self and I’m not trying to deny it - I wouldn’t be your first choice in friends. I’m JROB - Judgmental, Ruthless and Overly Blunt. I can’t help it, nor am I trying to. I judge people on first sight and I find it hard to change my opinion once it’s formed. I don’t flatter and I don’t kiss ass. I don’t care who you are but if you’re talking to me, expect a piece of my mind. I don’t expect you to behave any different either, and I love conflicts of all kinds.
But saying that, if you have anything I want and if I have a reason I can fake good manners all the same. You might not realize I dislike you, if you have enough money in your pocket or some knowledge I deem valuable. I’m fickle and I can play my role, whatever it is.
Other things I love? Jewelry. Of any kind. I love diamonds and gems just as much as any other girl but I also love leaves and feathers and chestnut shells. That’s one thing I can’t live without, the jungle of small treasures hooked around my waist, on my ears, around my neck.
Also, humans. Screwing with them, that is. I can’t claim to care about morals too much, to be honest. It’s all just a big pretence anyway, isn’t it? When everything boils down to pure survival you see people’s natural colours – plain ruthless. Morals are just pretence of the elite, of the ones who can afford to live an easy life. Mine never was and I’ve never needed such a useless thing. I’ll do whatever I need to survive, be it rob, betray or even kill… Don’t worry, I won’t kill you in your sleep, I’m not that insane. I just have my own code and that doesn’t take other people into consideration too often.
I usually live in the moment and do whatever I feel like without worry about “consequence” or “retribution”. You never know when you’re going to kick the bucket, so might as well live for the moment.
That’s why I might seem a bit inconsistent to you. I know I probably will. Claiming to hate guys and then putting a dress on to make everyone drool over my thighs. Being all nicey-nicey with someone until I get the best opportunity to backstab them. Claiming to not care about anyone and then risking my life for someone. Hating the voices and still following their advise…
Am I crazy? I don’t know. You tell me.
Abilities: My power… I never really bothered with thinking up a name for it… “Transfer”? “Copy”? “Appropriate”? In any case, it’s quite straight-forward – I can temporarily “steal” the quality a certain item or material possesses. Say a feather can drift in the wind currents and so can I. A fish can breathe under water and so can I. I can make my skin tough as a tree bark and my nails sharp as talons… If I’m lucky enough to have a cat around, I could steal its reflexes… it only works with solid things, though. I can’t turn my body to liquid or anything near as powerful as becoming transparent. I can only gain the properties for a short while – up to a few minutes and it can be quite dangerous… what do I do after I take off the ground and am already too high to just drop? I try not to think about that.
When it comes to people, unfortunately I can’t steal other people’s and power users’ abilities, though I’m working on achieving that. Occasionally it works in my dreams, when I use it on those creatures, but I still find it hard to be able to touch those creatures and not get hurt myself…
Yeah, that is the catch. I need to touch the things I want to copy from. That’s why so far it only works with items. I’ve tried using my ability on humans. Unfortunately they have passed out before I could acquire any of their qualities… But once I got to touch a power user… and nothing happened! I didn’t steal their power, but I felt it… unfortunately I had to back off before anything bad happened – I wouldn’t like to risk my life just for an experiment. Though I’m quite eager to try that again…
But otherwise it’s useful. I can also assign the property to another item – make water colder than it was and even make a rock as light as a feather. But… that comes at a big cost. I can use my ability on myself easily, but when I try to transfer a quality to something else it makes me very tired… and hungry. I try to generally avoid doing that but there’s been more than one case when it’s come extremely useful.
Did I mention I’m a pretty decent fighter? I’m not a shoalin or anything that spectacular but so far I’ve managed to survive. I can take on men and even soldiers on the odd occasion. Of course, it might have to do with the fact that I play dirty. Quite dirty...
My life has always been controlled by the obsession with Elvarren. Always, be it the desire to find it or the desire to run away from the responsibility to find it. I left my family behind early on and have been roaming since. I live from day to day. It’s not always fun, it’s actually quite annoying but this fucking obsession doesn’t let me do it any other way. I want to belong, I want to make connections and to discover what all those other people call “normal”. But… it’s impossible for me. And I hate that, and I hate what they call “normal” and what they call “connections”. Elvarren… that’s what I need to make things better. Maybe once I find it I can settle down.
But for now I’m an opportunist. I take any chance to help myself push through another day and I won’t let anyone or anything stop me. I’ve perfected the skills of deception and have had the opportunity to live quite comfortably often enough. Other times I’ve had to fight for survival. I have a vast supply of general, and even specialized knowledge, like herbs and plants. I learn quickly - I have to if I want to adapt. I’ve always lived through felony and that takes skill. I’m not the best out there and the reason for this is simple – I can’t easily read people. But I can let people read me however I want and so far that’s worked well enough. Well, up until that last time.
How were you found?
I stuck my nose where I shouldn’t have. Simply speaking, I became too arrogant, got involved with some tough people who didn’t mind hitting a girl. I know I blacked out at some point and was probably left for dead among the trash of the city dump. It became my home for a while, as I wasn’t strong enough to cross the miles of rotting dunes back to civilization. I can’t imagine the smell I emitted after a few weeks there, but apparently Dusk is one of those naïve fellows who take random strangers in just because they’re beaten and battered. He helped me get better and hasn’t given me a reason to backstab him yet. He doesn’t seem to have anything worth stealing.
Other: I smoke. Almost anything. I usually use wild herbs, I’m not pretentious, but don’t ask me to stop for longer than a few hours. And don’t worry, I know plenty about herbs to know what to touch and what not. Then again… *grins* I’m not sure if you’d want to trust me to tell you what’s edible and what isn’t.
Lucas(Stein) looks in every way a delinquent. Messy unkempt hair, and baggy clothing torn up in various places. He looks as though he hasn't lived in an actual home in years, and in truth he hasn't. Underneath his clothing hides a well in shape body, kept from losing muscle tone from the constant fist fights he gets on a nightly basis. He sports a dogtag necklace with his father's dogtag hanging upon it. He also wears a simple bracelet made of metal beads. He stands at a slightly above average height and weighs just about the same as everyone else his height. His face is sharp which works well in his advantage whenever he needs to stare some poor sap down.
Stein is quite the fun guy from the get go. You can never have a conversation last more than a few seconds before he tosses in a joke here or a teasing remark there. In fact he really enjoys having a great time at someone else's expense. Whether you're rich or poor it doesn't matter, he'll still make fun of you. A quote from Stein; "Don't like it, tough! Do somethin' about it or go home. Hah!" Most of the time, basically every night he's at the bar, this attitude of his gets him in a lot of trouble with the drunks. Stein doesn't mind. In fact he has this kind of attitude for a reason, because it helps him with his own little skeleton in the closet. Stein loves to drain humans.
In his dreams Stein has noticed only one ability. An ability where he can take the metal balls of his bracelet and shift them into any shape or form he pleased. He knew it wasn't magnetic because if it was he wouldn't be able to change the actual state of the metal, having once accidentally turned his bracelet into a pool of liquid metal in a past dream. It's not just the bracelet he could control as well. In his dreams he could control everything that contained any source of metals. He could twist them into bows, make it rain liquid metals, or even vaporize the metals into a gas and fill someone's lungs with it. In his dreams he had so much power. He felt like a king. A true king. However no dream lasts forever, and when he is awake he is brought back to the world where his only power is to drain living beings on contact. His ability to move and control metals in the real world is feeble. He can make a piece of scrap metal levitate and change its shape slightly, but that's about it before his concentration slips and the metal falls back to the ground.
Time for a little story. Little Stein was born twenty two years ago in a small town within the state of California. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Kanth, lived a normal life among all those whom are also very scarce on money. His father worked at the local factory, spending twelve hours a day making tires. His mother stayed home and watched over Stein. Despite the troubles with money, the two parents were happy. All of their money went towards the essentials. Food, water, bills, and making sure their child had some sort of education. Stein on the other hand was very unhappy with his parents. He hated that they were so okay with being so poor they couldn't afford to even eat everyday between paychecks. He hated how everyone he knew at his school had everything from the newest gaming system to brand new clothing. Luckily nothing lasts forever, however in this case the word luckily is poorly used. Stein started getting the dreams at the age of twelve. Ghostly creatures with sharp teeth and white hair haunted his dreams, and stalked him every night. The urge to run was always there, but everytime he tried he was attacked and killed. Even when he attacked back with his own powers he was always killed. He hated it, he wanted to be in control. One night he decided that he was going to stay still for a change. The creatures swarmed him and continued to swirl around him for several minutes. The urge to lash out growing in intensity more and more. Just before he hit breaking point the creatures stopped and stared at him silently. One walked up and asked him a question with a voice that sounded as though it were miles away.
"Do you wish to rule?"
The creature held out its hand and stared at Stein intently. The boy lost in his own confusion and desperation looked back at the creature and took its hand with a nod.
"Then you must listen to us always. Do not hesitate else we will swallow you up."
He awoke with a start and drenched in sweat. However unlike every other time he has woken up from the dream a familiar feeling roamed in his mind. It spoke to him. Barely even a whisper, but it spoke. It told him to find his mother, who was waiting patiently for his father to return home, and touch her. Just a simple grasp of the hand was all that was needed. Urging him on Stein made his way into the livingroom where his mother sat reading a book. Hearing the shuffling of his feet the tired woman looked up and saw her child white-faced and dazed looking. She quickly made her way to her child and went to lead him back to his room with soft words. However the moment she grasped his shoulder Stein's hand shot up like a snake and grasped her wrist. Stein watched as his mother reeled in shock to the drain on her energy, even though she had no clue what was happening. Shadows came up from the floor and began to swirl around Stein, and the voice in his head began to speak, urging him on. Stein felt amazing, like he could do anything. Such control he had over this woman who happened to be his mother. However the feeling did not last long as the woman ran out of energy and died. The shadows lingered and Stein looked down at what he had done. He should have felt remorse, some form of sadness, anything. He knew that was how he should have felt, but the feeling of power was so great. He wanted more, so much more. Thus he waited in the dark for his father. When he came home, tired from such a long day's work, he was greeted by his son rushing up to him yelling daddy in a cheerful voice. The man embraced his child with a smile unknowing of what danger had waited for him. Just like the mother, the father was quick to die and he too was left without a bit of energy along with his wife.
Following the guiding voices Stein burnt down the house and let him be taken by the police. Story was that he was made an orphan because his parents attempted to kill themselves and their sleeping child by burning down the home. The authorities thought it was one hell of a miracle Stein was able to get out alive. Thus Stein lived in a foster home until he turned sixteen. Well, not just one foster home. Several foster homes. Over the years every foster home this child had lived in all suffered a horrible tragedy. Accidents happened in every home that killed nearly everyone in the home. His last foster home was in Chicago, and after an explosion caused by a gas leak, the company that controlled where he went decided he was way too much of an issue. Either he was cursed, or he actually caused all the accidents. However since there was no evidence to prove the latter, it was decided to give Stein a choice. To leave or be 'Taken care of' by some specialists. Stein left acting as though he were running away from the obvious threat on his life. He now roams from city to city, town to town, trying not to stay in one spot for too long. Not too long ago, about four years back, he noticed a few shifty fellows in grey suits almost always appeared in whatever location Stein was in after a few nights of his 'Adventures'. Figuring these men meant nothing good, he decided to keep on moving and not do anything during the day that'd signal them his way. He knew if he were ever caught then he would never find the Elvarren. If he couldn't find the Elvarren then how could he ever become a true king?
How were you found? Dusk found Stein sleeping between two dumpsters, one of which contained a corpse of his recent nightly adventures.
Name: "Alana Weiss"
Alias: "Whatever you want..." She then snickers. "You can call me A&W if you really want! No really, I don't care call me whatever."
Age: "I'm 19"
Gender "I'm a woman... Can't you see?"
Sexuality: "Eh... I don't care. I guess I prefer guys..."
Height: "I'm five foot ten... What's it to you?"
Hair Colour: Pulls on long curly blond strands of hair. "Yep... still blond."
Eye Colour: "Green."
General Appearance: "I used to be a model, but stopped caring to go and quit. My hair goes to my lower back and goes even farther if straightened, but God never make me straighten it. I have something like better than perfect vision so you'll never find me wearing glasses unless the sun's too bright. If you look careful you can see I have a few freckles on my cheeks, they said they added to my charm while I was modeling. I like to wear things that make me blend in with everyone else. Doesn't help that I look great even in plain clothes though. I tan pretty well, but right now my agent last had me go for the 'pale beauty' look, so um... yeah."
Personality: "I like to keep hands off. Your business isn't mine and that should stay that way. If I get involved in it that's usually because you either dragged me into it, or it bugged me enough to motivate me to get involved. People are generally OK by me, it's not like they bother me or anything. I mean if they get into MY business they'll have the uhh... 'what for' and all that jazz. I like to relax, but I do tend to pick up the occasional hobby from time to time. I was told I wield sarcasm like a sword or something... I suppose it's a part of my arsenal so to speak. I usually don't go all out unless I have to. I do tend to be quite very self-sufficient... it helps that I have a lot of money from my modeling career of two years."
Abilities: "Well... it's something along the lines of energy transfer. I move energy from one thing to myself to another sometimes with force. I could be nice about it all and give energy to someone else, or go off like a bomb and cause some mayhem. If anything it's a bit of a thrill doing the exploding thing. I don't really have control over the direction I send the energy when I 'blow up' though it just radiates from me. Giving someone energy is weird though... sometimes it doesn't even work and I end up taking it instead. I think I have to take energy before I can actually give it"
History: "Right, um, I told you how I used to be a model. I am pretty well-known because of it. Oh... you're one of those people who doesn't pay attention to those things... I see no big deal I guess. Since you know everything about me so far I might as well tell you the rest. I was born in the great state of New Hampshire to an average boring family. I have no siblings making me the only child of my parents, who I haven't seen in two years now. My life was pretty normal over all. I was a young girl with big dreams and well I made the biggest one come true through some freak miracle. Right time right place I guess.
"Anyway that's enough about my childhood there's not much there aside from a quick discovery of what I could do when I was.... around thirteenish... fourteen? Somewhere around that. It was freaky. I put one of my classmates into the nurse's office because of it and everyone was a bit scared over what happened. Fortunately for me the kid had a preexisting condition that covered up the fact that I was actually the one that drained him. Anyway I began to experiment and practice by myself. Learned the patterns of what I could do over a year or two. Had a few dreams about this Elvarren place. I tried to not pay too much attention to it though, but that voice was quite interesting to listen to. Because I'm so independent it was amusing to 'see' it egg me on like it does.
"Alright, now for the good stuff. My modeling career. I did beauty pageants at my high school and my junior year there happened to be a talent agent there watching. I won the contest like it was nothing and before I knew it I was swept into the business. That was good fun. The traveling. The showing myself off. I got popular in the modeling industry. Then one day I had an argument with my agent and well blew up... From there I left the industry, they used 'shock' as the reason why I left, but I'm pretty sure to this day they aren't sure what made the explosion happen. Police found no evidence of a bomb after all. So here I am now, a little curious about finding this Elvarren place, but not too worried over it."
How were you found? "I needed something to do and Dusk kinda bumped into me with an offer I decided to not refuse. That was like a month ago or something..."
Name: ‘My name is Eidren Tassar’
Alias: ‘You can call me “Dai Tenshi” it means Archangel in Japanese’
Age: ‘I’m nineteen’
Gender: ‘Male, can’t you tell?’
Sexual Orientation: ‘I’m Straight’
Height: ‘6’2 (1,88 m)’
Weight: ‘176 lbs. (80 kg) no fat’
Hair Color: ‘It’s pitch black, not?’
Eye Color: ‘if you have to ask that, take a closer look, they are greyish blue’
Tendou (divine intervention) Tendou creates a field of golden light around the target location. This larger the field, the lower the density and thus easier to break. The other way around: the smaller the field the higher the density thus makes it nearly unbreakable. As long as the field is up it is impenetrable.
Tendou can also be cast over several different locations (as far as the eye can see) the backfire tot his is that it decreases effectivity for each additional dome.
Maito Yoshito (Righteous Might) A beam of light crashes down from the sky dealing massive damage to the target area and anything inside it, on full power this will most likely turn any opponent in area (if not protected or resurrected) to nothing more then smoldering cinders and ashes. The power of this lightbeam depends on the amout of energy 'harvested' from humans or other living things. (humans, of course work the best) five to one is most of the time the math needed to kill someone with this skill.
Personality: Eidren is kind, especially to his friends. Flirtatious and makes good use of his tongue. Talking mind you! He is silver tongued and rather talks his why out of things then draw his weapons.
History: ‘I had a nice childhood, no worries at all. My parents were happily married and my dad had a good job. So yeah, everything worked out just fine, I did good at school etcetera, etcetera. But something changed, unexplainable things, I also got these strange dreams, not once but several times a week. I knew that wasn’t normal so I tried to seek help in my village. First by the girls, I was kinda popular by them I must say, don’t know why really, I just am.
So as I said, I sought help by my fellow villagers but they all fell Ill and eventually died. Nobody knew what was happening and everyone got scared, began to feel weird, everyone except me, that was what scared me the most. I still pay the price for that in my dreams and day-to-day life. Not really able to care for myself I started to travel to the kingdom, I want to enroll in the army, its my his last resort really, I don’t have anywhere else to go, anything else to do. The strange dreams kept haunting me and were taking over my waking live as well. Strange voices made their nest in my head continuously whispering in my head. Saying it is my fault, telling me what I need to do. People are dying all around me, because of my powers, what is that supposed to mean? if that is true, I don't want those powers, I don't want to have people die on me. If so I want to learn to control my powers, so can use them to protect instead of destroy. And then, while I was traveling, I found you, Dusk, or you found me I don’t know, and now we are here.
Other: ‘I can summon weapons made of pure light, isn’t that cool?’
Name: ‘Aya Millan, nice to meet you’
Alias: ‘Call me Summer’
Gender: ‘Female, you like, no?’
Sexual Orientation: ‘Bisexual’ *blushes*
Height: ‘5’10 (1,75 m)’
Weight: ‘154 lbs. (70 kg) pretty neat eh?’
Hair Color: ‘Light brown, long and curly, as I like it’
Eye Color: ‘bright and deep green’
‘Talking to animals, yes real animals. I also got two pets, Stalker, my Lynx and Kiri my Hawk. We are the best friends you’ll ever fight. Although Stalker and Kiri fight all the time, they do like each other. They saved my life several times and I saved theirs, we owe each other. There is one more thing to this, sometimes I can see through their eyes, feel what they feel or completely take over their body, they don’t like it when I do that though. Especially Kiri, because I’m not that good of a flier.
Oh, and I can Blink… of course, you can Blink too, but this is different, it is called Blink but it is Short Distance Teleportation, about half my sight range. there is a downside to it though. I cannot blink endlessly through. I can blink about two times in a row before i need to "recharge" sometimes three times if I blink nearby or once if I blink far away. attempting another Blink while I'm not ready for it (a fourth time for example) results in a "random jump" and that can be very, very dangerous’
Personality: The cutest girl you have ever met, and good looking too. Aya’s beauty matches her personality. The nicest person you will ever meet. If you are nice to her. Her tongue can be sharper then any blade, better to keep her close if you don’t want to take any risk, she is very fierce to her enemies but protects her friends at all costs.
History: ‘yeah, well I don’t really like to talk about it. I don’t remember much from my childhood anyway. I’ll tell you what I know okay?’ I grew up with my mother, I never knew my father. We lived in a cabin in the woods. One day when I was out hunting I met Stalker, afraid that my mother would ill my grey with black dotted friend I kept him hidden from her. I also got this messenger Hawk to stay with me after he brought my mother a message and thought her how to hunt, I called her Kiri from Valkyrie you know. She has the most beautiful brown feather you have ever seen. Anyway, one day Kiri came flying and told me something was wrong, I hurried back to the cabin only to find my mother dead, Stalker tracked down the man and I killed him in cold blood. Nothing left to return to I started to wander the woods, living from the land with no-one else but my friends. Strange dreams lead me to you people, at first you were scared, not wanting to let me close… well, you know the story, now I’m one of you.’
Other: I’ got my bow, just for hunting, It’s not fit to kill people but therefor I carry an Uchinata that is a long, lightweight katana with which I am very skilled if I may say so myself.’
Name: Eric Stone
Weight: 148 lbs
Hair Colour: Black
Eye Colour: Blue
General Appearance: Link
Personality: Ever heard the term ‘lover not a fighter’? Well, Eric is a Lover and a Fighter. He is a holy, devote knight of love and romance will lay down his life for the sake of love. Eric is the sort of kid that falls hopelessly in love with someone upon first sight and is more interested in the chase than the actual hen itself. He has high morals and ethical values, mostly regarding affection, respect of women, and how a man should carry himself. He believes highly in chivalry and is that guy that’d you catch outside your window at 2AM with a radio over his head as he sings a love song to his desired. He’s somewhat of an extremist that will go to great lengths to try and persuade or convince or, practically, brainwash someone into going out with him. The more difficult the more extraordinary his methods are to the extent of even potential kidnapping or staging a mugging in which he’s the hero...He’s done both before.
Unfortunately, Eric is fickle. He is more in love with being in love, rather than actual in love with any individual specifically. In fact, he is probably the most unemotional person realistically. He can’t actually find himself all that attached, emotionally, to anyone. He tries his hardest, however he just can never make a relationship work and, no matter how hard he tried to establish one, he is likely to break up with someone within days and find someone else to chase. The longest relationship he was ever in was for a single month and the shortest was 3 and a half days. He would rather play the dating game and try to appeal to someone rather than actually be with them. He makes it sound as if he cares about them, that he genuinely loves them, but even beyond Eric’s own understanding, he doesn’t know what true love is. He falls for the shallow aspects of an individual, being attracted to bodily features or smells or clothes or confidence however, when he actually has someone that he likes at hand he loses interest almost instantly, despite having once thought that he wanted to spend his entire life with this individual.
Still...He is a man that is inappropriately in love with love and will always pursue love even if, deep down, he knows that it is falsified.
Eric is a fairly friendly person, often far too much. He’s the touchy-feely sort, as in one that doesn't’ believe in personal space. He’s the sort of guy that would hug a stranger just because or that would straighten up a friends clothes or run a hand through a teacher’s hair. His grabby mannerisms are far from the usual, typically giving him a wide array of popular nicknames. As if it comes with his romanticism, he’s a clean optimist that is able to see the bright side in the bad and often times invent a creative way to turn a situation upside down. For the most part, people can enjoy his time and he is able to maintain some level of restraint as to not be outright obnoxious.
On the subject of Eric’s popularity there is yet another name that he holds among his classmates. That’s pervert. Eric is an extraordinary pervert, able to speak his mind about just about any sexual subject. He’s almost too open with his imagination and is quick to tell a girl what he thinks about her, though they are always positive and complementing. Typically, he’ll work his way up to the lewd and perverse, though he can toss in a joke or two this way or that way should the situation befit it. He’s the first to laugh when he catches an unintentional innuendo and that guy that will offer a witty “That’s What She Said” when the moment calls for one. Often times his perverted qualities are typically associated with his flirtatious mannerisms, however they can just be for fun or while hanging out with friends he has no intention of hooking up with, which in his case are only his close friends.
One of his few bad traits is ironically his respect and chivalry. He thinks very well of women. He believes that they are smart, capable, and strong individuals and that they should never be insulted or looked down upon by anyone simply for being women. However, he does it and probably more than anyone else. He believes women need to be protected, because they are weak, and by men, because men are strong. Women shouldn’t bother about working, because he knows it’s hard for them to concentrate outside the house, and that a woman should be completely supportive and faithful to her boyfriend, even if he is not to her. It’s like the rules of the universe and he would go out of his way to protect a woman from any danger, even if she herself doesn’t need the help. There was one time where he ran into a bank robbery simply because one of the cops about to go inside was a female. He stopped that bank robbery.
Another disadvantageous habit of his would be his sense of justice. He practically sees himself as a hero that must save the lives of others, preferably women and children, and is the sort of guy that will sacrifice his own body in order to protect others. It’s due to this quality that he’s developed good fighting skills, though it is also due to this quality that he’s habitually jumping into the business of others and will hit first and think later.
He possess superhuman strength, speed, and durability. His body has, almost all on its own, recently started to exude a supernatural energy that rushes through his muscles and stimulates them to offer superhuman strength at will. He turns this strength off and on, thus it is not always active and he does not always have super strength, super speed or durability. By activating his ability, however, he can lift 3x [444 lbs] his own weight, run 20 mph at top speed, and can resist being cut or bruised or broken by various heavy attacks. His super amplification abilities are minor enhancements, allowing for greater feats though still somewhat mortal in appearance. However, with these skills, he can lift and strike greater than any ordinary human, out-run most ordinary humans, and he can endure the attacks from ordinary humans. His amplification ability can be bolstered, should he concentrate the power in one place rather than all around his body, and this enables his simply named ‘Super Modes’:
Super Arm: By concentrating all his ability into the muscles of his arms he can cause their super strength to jump enormous heights. He can lift 4x [1776 lbs] what he can in his ordinary, Super mode. Super Arm allows him to strike a target and deliver almost a ton of force unto a target, smashing them to bits. He can crush vehicles, boulders, and the foundation of buildings with both his arms. He can focus all this power into his one, single, right arm causing it to stomach 3x [5328 lbs] the maximum capacity of both his arms. His one single arm, which he denotes Super Arm - Romantic Fist or his Love Filled Punch, holds enough strength that it could, single handedly, chuck a full grown hippo at someone or a car or a boulder several times larger than he is. If a human were ever punched with this...They would probably just explode from the colossal power behind the devastating fist.
When the ability is in use his arms bulge, appearing veining and hard, and they double in size. The arms are heavy, however his increased muscle mass and the power running through them allow him to greatly control them. They are tough enough to repel bullets, bladed objects, or even something being chucked at the user that is many times their own size. The skin-tone looks darker and tanned and his fingers are fat and meaty. When he utilizes just the one, single arm it grows 4x as large and looks completely disproportionate from his body. It’s really tanned, almost a light maroon color, and looks as if it doesn’t even belong to him.
Super Leg: By concentrating his ability into the muscles of his legs he can cause their super strength to jump enormous heights. By pouring his power into his legs he can also assume greater super speed. He can run 3x [60 mph] as fast at full strength, which gives him a cheetah’s speed and strength. Unlike a cheetah, however, he can maintain this speed for greater durations even if he can’t turn...Like at all. He can manage great jumps and powerful kicks as well with his Super Leg, as the strength in his legs is greatly multiplied. Just like his arms, he can pour his power into just one leg rather than both, however that usually isn’t all that beneficial for him as it, unlike his arms, is difficult for him to physically balance.
His Super Abilities are great, though when stressed and focused they can be draining on him. It is easier for him to focus his arms rather than his legs, and a preference for him too. He typically can’t use the focused abilities for more than a few minutes and even then he tries to restrain them and hold back, as the strength he commands can be highly destructive to the surrounding environment. Often times too, his super strength can get in the way of other natural skills. The greater his strength the more awkward it is for him to aim and his reflexes can shift as his weight starts to change.
Eric Stone is the first and only child of Marie Alexandra Malvenville and Dante Stone and the both of them spoiled him greatly. However, they weren't the sort of parents that just let their child sit around, get fat, and watch games all day. They were fairly strict about extracurricular and they rewarded Eric for going out and looking for various things to dedicate himself too. As such, he had a fairly active upbringing and spent a great deal of his time out of the house growing up.
Eric played baseball, soccer and was involved in Tae Kwon Do. He started baseball first, when he was 7, and participated in the neighborhood little league. He was pretty good on the team as the fastest runner, though he was so-so when it came to the all important skill of actually batting the ball. Soccer was to be his next calling, which he would enlist in the next season in his 7th year. Soccer was his favorite game. He was fast and had great endurance so he was able to keep up with just about anyone and keep control of the ball even at that young age of 7. He started to become highly interested in running and practice and spent many hours kicking a ball into a trashcan in his backyard. It wasn't until he was 8, after his soccer games fell out for the summer, that he took an interest in Tae Kwon Do. His mother was the one that suggested a martial art and he happily tried it and loved it. The rules were hard for a 8 year old to really grasp, but all the exercise, stretching, and hands on practice excited him to no end. By the time the summer was over he didn't want it to end. As such, he traded off with his sports. He'd play soccer then baseball, often times both at once, and go to Tae Kwon Do classes on the weekended or later in the evening in the middle of the week. This became repetitious until late in middle school where there were the try-outs for his High School teams.
His middle and high school life were highly enjoyable to him. He built a wide array of friends, mostly were playing sports the same as he was, though he was a kid that love to party and spent wasteful hours goofing around with his peers. He hung out with many types of cliques. He was a jock, apart of student government, a socialite, a prep, and sometimes even a geek. He managed to get along with just about anyone and was always so sociable that it was just natural for him to make friends in his school, even if those he associated with were a great deal different than he was. It was in his mid-to-late years of middle school that he started to find a preference for those good ol' things with two legs. Girls. He hadn't understood why he'd never realized them before. With their long hair, their alluring perfumes, and their short skirts...They were amazing! Like little things that he just wanted to collect and hoard and explore all he wanted. It wasn't just girls from school either. He really liked actresses, singers and models. A particular favorite of his would be Alana Weiss. She's the only girl that he actually has a picture of in his phone. The only one. Whenever he sees a girl he typically always compares her to Alana. She's a big favorite of his. He started to build a reputation, at first, as a womanizer and a pervert and a hound, however everyone generally, in the end, thought he was a wonderful guy and, although somewhat lecherous, he was typically the sort of guy you could depend on and knew you could trust.
He started to develop somewhat of a addicted to love complex. He loved trying to reel girls in, only to dump them the moment he had them. He was all about the chase. It was like a game. It was just like soccer. Sure, shooting that ball into the hole was a great thing, but to him it was more exciting trying to figure out a way to steal that ball from the opposing team and drag it across the field and into his own goal. He didn't mind what others though about him. Surprisingly, neither did a lot of girls he talked too.
It was also early in high school that he started to have...These dreams. They were weird. At first they were so obscure they just confused him. However, with time, they started to develop a haunting clarity that seemed to pin him into a deep, surreal slumber. Elvarren. That name was brought to mind many times. Sometimes he'd see things...Faces...People? He wasn't sure what to think of them, but they were dangerous, he knew that. These specters would try to hurt him and tell him things that made little sense. He'd always wake up with a start, take a moment to reflect and forget, then move on. He tried his hardest to ignore the dreams and that ambiguous thing known as Elvarren and, at first, he succeeded. However, as the dreams became persistent and longer lasting he found himself stressing over it. He was losing sleep and starting to lose focus at school and in his games and at his nabs at girls. His friends were always quick to ask him if he was alright, however he just told them that he had a lot on his mind. Which he did. He had too much on his mind.
It was driving him crazy.
One night he was in the middle of the dreams and it was just before those ghastly apparitions went in to maim him that he awoke, breathless, and got out of bed. He snuck out of the house and went to the nearest park to try to clear his head. He needed air, space and some room to think. By that point in time, only a few weeks ago, he'd felt as if he were losing grip on all of reality. He, noticing a basketball just sitting at the fence-line of the park, tried his hand at a game he'd always thought of playing. He picked up the ball, shot, and missed. He went to retrieve the ball and for a moment he felt as if he heard them. Those people from his dreams. Looking around at the dark, empty, quiet, shadowed park in the middle of the night he felt as if they were watching him...As if they were really close to him. Yelling, he grabbed the ball and smashed the basketball clean between his hands.
That was the first time he ever used his ability.
Sure it was weird, but it didn't bother him as much as it should have at the time. He went back home, crawled back into his bed, and feel asleep. The next day was the to be the first day that everything would collapse under his own feet.
He got up, ate breakfast, got dressed, and went to school. It was the usual routine and everything was normal. The only thing that wasn't was how when his mother went to kiss him on the cheek she jumped back and, for a moment, he kind of understood why. It hadn't felt right when she did that. The same thing would happen at school. Eric would wrap his hands around a friend's shoulder before the both of them would throw themselves away from the other. Eric didn't understand, yet he did. It was like...For a moment...No. He pushed it off as impossible and moved on. He went to his first class then, during the break, met up with his girfriend at the time. They were going two day strong and he already had eyes for someone else at this point. They probably wouldn't last until the end of the week, but Eric would let her be hopeful. When he reached to hold her hand she felt to her knees and, after a moment of being stunned, he would let go. Eric would be immediately taken to the Dean's Office by a onlooking teacher.
It was hard to describe the sensation of being able to assimilate someone's life into your own body. It was like...Pleasurable warmth. It was a sensation beyond anything that'd he'd felt before. It was great and made him feel strong, energized, alert and focused...However, remembering her cry when she fell down to her knees he was able to anchor those feelings. If he truly was doing what he thought he was doing then it was bad. It was wrong. He had, with a touch, managed to hurt someone by taking something vital away from them. He still didn't understand the power, nor what was happening with him, however he did feel the need to try it again. A encroaching desire to indulge on that power and drain whatever he could until it was a motionless husk. These thoughts sickened him to no end...But he couldn't help thinking about them. What if...What if he just-
Sitting with the Dean he was given detention and was instructed to apologize to the girl. Yeah. They were definitely going to be breaking up now. Still, it was getting off easy seeing as he wasn't written up or anything. The teachers liked him and they were just as confused about the situation as he and the girl had been. As such, Eric went to detention. Detention was full of delinquents and kids that were skilled at being back. Quick enough, they went to teasing Eric about being there and, feeling strangely compelled, Eric asked to show the kid a Magic Trick. It was really hard to let go. However, Eric found out the truth about what was going on. It really was a magic trick. As the boy writhed and fell to the floor, his buddy came at Eric, who was trying to apologize at this point and did make sure that he did let go of the kid. The fight was hard to avoid and, being a martial artist, Eric had a hefty advantage. With one punch he sent the kid through a wall and outside the window of the adjourning room.
The room went completely silent.
Eric looked at his arm. It was thick, pulsating unnaturally, and he'd looked as if he'd just hit a couple hits of steroids before working out that one arm non-stop. The teacher hurriedly called 9-1-1 and tried to apprehend Eric with caution. Eric found himself leaping out the window himself. He and the kid were fortunately it was only the second floor, however when Eric landed he felt nothing. He didn't feel the sharp tingle of jumping from a high place nor of the pain in his ankle or joints. He started running and boy was he fast. He'd been in such a rush that he ran out into the middle of the street, just before a car, and out of reflex he swatted at it. His strength in his one arm flipped the car through the air, 8 feet above the ground, before it landed on two people on its topside.
5 people were dead in an instant.
Eric just stood there and watched a moment...Stunned.
A cop came by and, again, they tried to catch him. Eric ended up running, instinctively jumping with such strength that he managed to jump to the roof of a 6 foot building. That...Definitely was not natural.
He continued on and stopped just outside his house.
He could see his parents in the window. He'd realized that, after all that he'd done, there was no way that he could go an see his parents. He was practically a fugitive. Even if he wasn't found guilty for the things he'd done he couldn't see himself living a normal life. His be taken in to custody and experimented on. It would be better for him if he never saw his parents again. He didn't want to burden them with this whatever-he-was. He couldn't do that to them. He definitely loved them too much to have to explain that he'd flipped a car on someone.
He ran from it all. With his speed and strength he could run for a long time without getting winded and it enabled him to really get out of dodge before the police started search parties and started setting up strategic parameters. He ran until he found the coast then he swam. He swam and swam until he could run again. It was hours before he found that he needed to take a break. Again, he was reminded at just how inhuman he was. He was so tired, so hungry, and so mentally worn out that he just outright collapsed right there.
That was only a few weeks ago. Currently, he wanders from place to place avoiding large towns. It's hard...Especially considering he's seen some strange looking grey people lately. It's lucky for him that he can outrun them...But he can't run forever at this rate. He feels as if he is headed towards something, but he doesn't know what that is. He just moves without thinking and tries his best to maintain his hopeful, positive personality with each step he takes. He wonders if, maybe, at the end of all this he will finally find that place. That place where everything can be answered and his sacrifices will make sense. He will find that place. He has too.
"I will find Elvarren"
How were you found? Has not been found yet.
Other: Excellent with hand-to-hand fighting.
You're so hypnotizing. Could you be the devil, could you be an angel?
Lenny.I'm a very active roleplayer, but since I have exams coming up, I'll have to manage those in with my roleplay too. That's going to put a dent on my activity, but hey! It's just for the next week, then I'm free!
How old are you, Lenny?
Don't take this the wrong way, but... what gender are you?
Um... female. I'm really creeped out, by the way...
Any interest in the opposite sex?
Not really. None of the boys in my school seem to like me (heterosexual).
And what is your height, approximately?
Five foot nine inches, sir.
You hair... is it dyed?
Um, no, sir. My mom and granny had a pale blonde shade, but since my dad's a redhead, I think that's what caused this... er, vivid disaster on my head.
Are you wearing lenses? Just to be sure.
Nope. I've always had brown eyes.
How would you describe yourself as, physically speaking?
I'd like to think I'm a little... pretty, I guess? My hair's this weird shade of yellow-blonde, and I'm sorta pale. Got brown eyes, but you've already noticed that (who wouldn't?). I'm fairly tall, probably one of the taller girls in class, and I think, er, I should get a haircut sometime soon...
Personality-wise, are you a nice person?
I think I am. But... at the same time, I just feel this urge to... to attack someone, you know? Grab them and just keep holding on until their arm goes numb - oh, I am so sorry, I didn't meant to scare you, sir! It's just... I-I can't h-help it! It's so f-frustrating! But... yeah, I'm a bit sarcastic, I suppose. Too frantic, too panicky as well. Mom says I'm just awkward. People generally avoid engaging me in conversation. They just say 'hello, Lenny' and move on; probably because I'm horrible at keeping up conversations, though... nothing wrong with that on both our parts, yeah? Um... right?
Ughh. Whatever, sir. I still feel I have a right to be defensive about myself! It's not like they weren't the same once. Heck, you've been in my shoes once, back when you were a teenager! Weren't you? Huh? Huh?
Never mind that; please, continue. Any odd... abilities, perhaps?
I can see really, really well in the dark, and sometimes... I just don't make any noise. At all. I can't even hear my own breathing after running for miles, even though I'm positively drained, and even when I fall, I manage to... avoid it? I kinda feel like I'm floating when that happens... I don't know what's wrong with me, honestly. I keep hearing these voices, having these dreams... You're the psychologist, you should know, shouldn't you? If you don't - and I don't mean to be rude - you should really look for another job.
... Wow, I really said that?
Cough... alright, Lenny... another question. Tell me about your past.
Boy, oh, boy! You've opened a can of worms, sir. A very nasty can of worms.
My mom adopted me when I was four. I don't remember anything of my biological parents: they could've been drunks, politicians, respected people, hobos... who knows? I've only known mom and dad for my entire life, and I can't remember back to my early childhood, so, while I might've felt lonely back then, I sure don't now. These dreams, though. They've been there since the start. You know. It kinda... grew up with me, molded into me, became... one with my mind. It-it is so, so, so bizarre to talking about this with you, y'know. Erm, I... I think that's actually one of the reasons why these voices, they've been just so unbearable to me. I never talked about this, you see, not even to mom. Maybe... just maybe after this, they'll go away.
Aside from that little mishap, I've led a fairly normal and very joyful childhood, in my opinion. Mom and dad are the best parents ever. It's like we have this close connection with each other that instantly transmits terabytes of data whenever we want to! Um, bad explanation? You... don't know what terabytes are? Okay. Right. It's like, er, telepathy. I can tell what's on their minds. No, I'm pretty sure I'm not a super-human, sir. Call it a bond. A very strong one, even though I'm not related by blood.
But... blood shouldn't matter. We were - no, are family.
How were you found?
Not found yet. Does not know about abilities.
"It's Uriel Simons. Pretty simple name, if you ask me."
"A new name? Umm... Call me Vi, I guess. It's short for Vision, which relates to what I can do."
"I'm twenty, but people sometimes say I look older, which really sucks."
"I'm a guy."
"I don't really put thought into that. I mean, being blind doesn't really let you think about things like gender. It's not like I can say I find one sex more attractive than the other, y'know... I guess that means I'm bisexual, right?"
"Last time I went to the Doctor, they said I'm about 5'10", which they tell me is average."
"You tell me. Color is not exactly something I get, y'know... Brown, you say?"
"They're brown, or so I've been told."
"Well, I'm just gonna be repeating what people tell me I look like. Ahem.
Apparently, I'm a pretty good looking guy. Didn't get the joke? Fine. Seriously though, people say I have a pretty built body, y'know broad shoulders, muscles and all that. I'm not that buff though they say, just above average. It's probably because of all the exercise I do. I know, blind guy exercising. What? Yeah, I exercise a lot, at home. The basic, easy stuff. Push-ups and all that. Y'know except I do a lot of them though. I don't really trust myself with using gym equipment or anything since I can't, excuse me, couldn't see. It used to be hard enough making sure the area is clear to work out at home. Why do I work out? Well, there's wasn't much that I could do completely solo, before all this happened. Working out was just something to keep my hopes up, a way of telling myself that I don't need to be completely dependent on others.
Anyways, my skin is pretty smooth and soft. Probably because I don't do much manual labor or dirty work, due to my handicap. They say I have a lighter skintone, like a beige I think. That's the color, right? Anyways, my hair is pretty shaggy but short. I don't really care much about personal appearance, since I can't see myself, but I don't wanna look unpresentable. That's why I rock the unkempt look -- not like I can actually do my hair -- but keep my hair shorter so that it doesn't get crazy.
Well, I think that about covers it."
"I'll be honest. I don't like being labeled as disabled. I actually hate it. I hate being dependent on others. I hate when people see me with pity or whatever. Yeah, let's not look at my disabilities please. Umm... anyways, I consider myself loyal to my family because they've been through so much for me. I really value people who'll tough it out with you. With strangers and stuff, I'm pretty open-minded. I've really never experienced stranger anxiety or whatever. My mom used to worry that I'd end up being kidnapped or something because I would just waltz around, meeting people, but hey, I'm a great conversationalist. I can be a little empty-headed and absent-minded though, I'll admit it. Hmm... I'm not really an intellectual or artist; I like physical stuff and all that. Never been in sports though. The reasons are obvious. What else? Nothing much I guess. I'm just your normal, chip-off-the-old-block when it comes to guys my age. I have my moments of vulnerability and all that, but all-in-all I fit in the cookie cutter of being a pretty tough, young adult man."
"Well, the main difference I've noticed in my life is that I can see, which is crazy! But it's not like seeing with your eyes or anything because I can even see when my eyes are covered or closed. It's more that I can sense where everything is. Like, over there is a tree and over there is a park bench. But the thing is, I can't actually see it. I just know its there. I can even see letters and stuff, but I'm not good at reading words and stuff because I grew up reading braille. Other times, I'm pretty sure that I see -- sense -- things before they actually happen, but I'm not sure. Yeah, but I can't always see. When I get low of the energy stuff, I go back to my old, blind self. It sucks. (Blindsight/Minor Enhanced Awareness/Minor Danger Intuition)
Oh, and this next part is pretty cool. If I look at other people, I can like make them see whatever I want. Like illusions. The only thing is that I have to make eye contact with them for a couple of seconds to like get in their brain and make them see things. Sometimes it doesn't work and people call me out for staring at them like a creep. Other times, they don't see what I want them too, and there was this one time that a guy went completey insane, when I tried to make him hallucinate. Don't really know what happened to him because I booked it once he started to scream and fall down. Oh, and it takes a helluva lot of 'energy' to keep the illusions up. Plus, right now, I can only make one person hallucinate, and it's only for a littlr boy. After that, I'm pretty drained. (Weak Illusion Eye)
How do I know my limits? Well, I may have done some... umm... practicing. Most of it was on accident though, I promise!"
"Well, I was born blind, so life is pretty blurry. I can give you the highlights though. Let's see...
When I was younger, life was simple. I couldn't really do much so my parents kinda treated me like glass. Fragile, delicate. It wasn't fun. I would always be within arm's reach of my parents, and I would go to the eye doctors a lot because they remained hopeful that there was someway to cure my blindness. It never happened. Life stayed pretty routine. Nothing exciting happened. Life just continued.
Things got interesting in my senior year of High School. That's when the dreams started. I think it was March a couple of years back. I had the freakiest dream. The freakiest part was that I could see. I mean, I've had dreams where I've pretended to see, but this time it was different. I could actually see! I was in the Bryant's Park, the park that I always go to and the one that I was at when I ran into Dusk. Everything was pretty bland and foggy... Like blurry. I was all alone. I spent some time examining myself and my environment, freaking out. I mean, I could fucking see! I was flying off the handle, just amazed! At the point, I didn't wanna wake up! It was the best dream ever! Then, everything changed.
Voices began to whisper. First it was one single voice, then a whole bunch. It got so chaotic, and it got so much louder. I could barely make out what they said. I kinda went more crazy and started to flail around. That's when I first noticed someone else. Not sure exactly who, or what, it was but it just stared at me for a bit. Then, like some freak of nature, I saw that it had pretty ugly and vicious teeth. And it started to race after me, so I ran in the opposite direction. I didn't even look behind me, I just took off! And while this happened, the voices persisted. 'Elvarren' was one of the few things I could make out. It could barely think straight, and running for what felt like forever I took a quick peek back. There were dozens of them chasing me now! I just froze, then I collapsed just as the things got close. Right before anything could happen, I woke up in my bed. I was sweating and my heart was racing. I felt like I still heard one of the whispers saying 'Elvarren,' though. Needless to say, I didn't go back to sleep that night.
Well, I began to do some research in this 'Elvareen.' I'll be blunt, I became obsessed. Hell, I still am. I would ditch school to follow some promising leads. And as time passed and my obsessions grew, the dreams became more vivid, longer, and more frequent. I would actually go days without sleeping because I just couldn't take it sometimes. This kept on going for a couple of months. It wasn't until September of that same year, when my dream changed a bit.
At first the dream continued like usual. I freaked out, I heard a voice, they multiplied, I saw one of those creatures, and I ran. Like usual, they multiplied and I kept running. Except as I ran, I felt some sort of instinct take over. Without thinking, I turned around and just stared at them in silence. Mentally, I was praying that they wouldn't see me. That they would just pass me over. And they did. They just went right by me, snarling and being all freaky. After they passed me by, I woke up to a surprise. I could see in real life! I thought I had gone crazy at first, but my vision persisted. I ran out my room and yelled out the news to my sleeping parents. They woke up just as surprised as me, and looked at me with doubt, but after some evidence that I could see, they celebrated with me. They both just ended up giving me a hug, and I hugged back. But something wasn't right. I felt stuff, umm, energy come out of them, when I touched them. It was weird, but it felt good, so I didn't let go. I could feel my parent's hug and grip on me weaken, but I paid no attention to it. The energy felt so good. Then I heard the voices tell me to keep hugging them, they encouraged it. I didn't want to let go. It was a rush! A high! I don't know how long I held onto them for. My grip on them tightened, as their grip loosened. They began to shriek, scream, and tell me to let go. I couldn't hear them. I was hungry for this energy. Then, they went limp. The voices stopped with what seemed to be a pleasured sigh. I let go of them, and they fell. I had killed them! I fucking killed my own parents! I still can't believe it! I'm a monster!
Well, I didn't know what to do. I freaked out and ran out of the house. My mind was not where it should've been. I just ran until my legs gave way, which was at Bryant's Park. I collapsed on a bench, and spent hours crying while trying to figure out what happened. I don't remember falling asleep, but I must've because I woke up the next morning in a delusional fog. I didn't know what to do. I was stressing! I didn't comprehend what had happened the last night. I was in denial. I just sat on that bench for hours, praying that I would go home and find my parents alive. After spending a long time recomposing myself, I went back to my house. Entering through the door, I could just feel the absence of my parents. Nothing was okay, but I went into my parent's room anyways. And there on the floor were my parents. Dead. I broke down. Between emotional breakdowns, I called the police and made up some lie about finding them dead. I was afraid to say the truth. They authorities came with an ambulance and believed every lie I told them. They tried to bring my parents back, but they couldn't and they were officially declared dead. Their funeral was a few days later, my extended family paid for it. After the funeral, I retreated into a shell for weeks, hardly leaving the house. I mourned for the longest time. And for that time, I didn't hear the voices or get dreams.
After about a month, I finally made the choice to move on. I sold the house, sold everything, and moved across town. I just couldn't be in that house anymore. I moved on and moved away. That's what the voices and dreams came back. That's when Elvarren took over my life. I had to find the source of all this! I need to somehow bring my parents back or find some way to control this curse and stop the dreams and voices! I want it to stop! I want my old life back! Even if that means I'm blind again! ...
I can't live in the past though. That won't get me anywhere. I need answers. I will find Elvarren."
How were you found?
"Dusk kinda just came into my life one day. It all started on a relatively normal day. I woke up, did my usual things, and booked it out the door, to continue my search for Elvarren. The day began with me taking a quick stroll in the park, mulling over where the next lead would be, when the voices started to take over. They were saying what they always say. Stuff about Elvarren, whatever that is. And like usual, I started to go a bit crazy. I just really have to find this Elvarren. Then, everything got all hazy. It was one of the worst attacks from the voices. I had lost my sense to see, and I stumbled around blindly for a bit. I don't remember how long I was under their influence. After however long, I ran into something and fell over. That's when the voices finally shut up and I came to. A few seconds later, I could see again, and there was Dusk, who told me everything. Sure enough, I followed him to the woods. Well, after making up some lame excuse to my parents when I got home. Didn't want them freaking out."
"I will find Elvarren."