In cities all throughout the world, signs have appeared on the street. To most people, they appear as "Lost dog, call insert number here." But to a few select people, they appear different. They see a young woman pointing at them and saying, "I Want You For The Last Alliance!"
Below that is another sheet of paper, written in an elegant hand. "To whoever may read this. You know what lurks in the dark of night. Monsters, and worse than monsters. It's time to stand up, but people can't defend themselves against things they refuse to admit exist. I care not whether you're a witch, a werewolf, a vampire, or something else entirely. All I ask is that you come to New York and hear me out.
Protect the innocent. Be a part of something bigger than yourself. Join The Last Alliance."
The premise is simple. We will be playing as a group of concerned supernaturals or clued-in humans, defending mortalkind from threats of a supernatural form. Our setting is an Earth much like ours, except this Earth is located at a planar confluence. What that means is that there are many parallel Earths, some that know of the supernatural, others, like our main Earth, that do not.
Powers -Poison: Located in his tail and in his claws Dante possess poison stronger then any scorpion. -Supernatural Strength -True form: Dante can either shift fully to his manticore form or shift bits and pieces (like just the tail or claws) -Enhanced senses
Physical Description or Appearance Dante is rather tall at 6 foot 2. He is well built with platinum blonde hair that is wavy, falling just above his eyes in an almost angelic way. His eyes are a cool grey that resemble a lion's eyes more then a humans and thus he always wears sunglasses or contacts to conceal them. He has longer then average canines and while in human form his voice is deep yet pleasant. He has a tendency to be casual in his style, wearing mostly t shirts and jeans.
In his True Form he has a coat of purple fur, a white mane, horns of a bull, and a large scorpion tail. His eyes never change between forms. In this form, his voice is less pleasant. It sounds more gravelly as if it is hard to speak. In this form he does not speak unless he has too.
Personality Dante is considered a friendly giant. He is kind, but when he is poked at he can retaliate. One should not confuse his friendliness for ease to be manipulated. He is smart and knows when someone is up to something they should not be with him.
Bio Dante was born among others of his kind. As he grew up, he realized he did not care for their ways and left, knowing full well he would never be allowed back. He ventured off on his own at the young age of 15 and realized his violent cravings needed an outlet and needed one fast. Finding that outlet with no proof of an education was difficult, but he was able to wiggle his way into professional fighting after getting his GED. Professional fighting allowed for his outlet and got him money along with the unexpected side of fame. The fame brought the hardship of being careful not to punch to hard or do something that should not be possible for a normal human. He was good at being careful until it happened. He hit a tad bit too hard and his opponent was severally injured. With that, he took off from that area and tried to move on, but his new reputation wasn't helping him so he now works as a bouncer. Every few days he has to become his true self or he will become more violent, much like a werewolf, and find himself turning when he doesn't want to.
Powers: Ability to shift into anything his mind can conjure up going from a tea kettle to a six-headed hydra. But being young, his body can only handle so much, so he has to be careful. He's able to shift parts of his body and give them certain characteristics. Ex; covering his arms in crocodile scales or growing gills.
Al typically wears clothing that is comfortable, not caring much about fashion. Sweats and a t-shirt is the way to go in his mind, ninety percent of the time. Shifting takes his clothing with him though, thankfully, sort of sealing itself inside his body until it's time to reappear in human form.
Personality: Al's absolutely off his rocker. He has an addictive personality and can latch onto people and things in the most unhealthy ways, willing to put his life on the line to keep them safe even if they've previously told him to leave them alone. And while this makes him sound like the most obnoxious thing on the planet, he does have lines that he won't cross, one of those being that he'd never hurt anyone beneath him in strength. Al is also actually quite the gentleman, but in the way the Mad Hatter would be. He's having the time of his life when there's adrenaline pumping in his veins, which is why he does a lot of the stupid things he does. Just for that rush. Al is a ball of energy, essentially. His darker sides he keeps hidden, not wanting trust anyone in his life enough to reveal these thoughts and secrets he has.
Bio: Growing up, Al always knew he was a little different. It was one day when he was five years old and ran into his home with a dog muzzle that he realized just how different. His human father, outraged and out of his mind with the discovery, nearly killed Al's mother, calling her a monster and threatening to condemn Al to a life in hell, to a life where he'd be cut open by scientists. The boy's mother would have none of it and she ran. She ran as fast as she could. In the dark of the night she shifted. That night people might've seen a tigress sprinting through dark alleys, teeth tight around the belt of a little boy's jeans. They'd think they drank too much wine and head to bed. Fera raised Al to be kind and good, but she raised him in a dangerous town. Gangs, cartels, police and general violence was what Al was surrounded by. But he did his best to not start too much trouble for his mother. He went to school, passed with flying colors, then moved on to post-secondary education. Everything came to grinding halt when he received a phone call. Could you please come in and identify the body? Al's world shattered and for weeks he went on a rampage, angry, frustrated but smart enough to execute his rage on material objects rather than people. He shifted and stole food, slept in unoccupied hotel suites. Evnetually, he accepted his mother's death. Yet he felt like something was missing from his life. Al didn't want romance and education no longer had the spark he loved so much. Something more, that's what Al needs.
Powers Mainly plant related magic, for use on gardens. -healing; will heal broken branches, bones, cuts and anything similar. Not useful for poison, starvation, dehydration, ect. -manipulate water; condenses the water vapor into a single spot, thus making it useful(or vice versa). Cannot create water from nothing -grow plants; make seeds, sprouts, and even fully grown plants grow.
Physical Description
Average height at 5'7" but every bit as awkward as common with taller people. Antonia could be seen as a day dreamer, lost in thought behind inky black eyes. Being raised by faries has left her with no sense of fashion of any kind. She likes skirts and T-shirts from the human world, but it is only luck if they match.
Personality She feels like she missed a lot of her childhood and is trying to make up for that now by living it up. She has so many new freedoms that she often times doesn't know what to do with herself. She is a mom friend kind of person. However when she is told to do something she is compelled to do it (mostly menial things).
Bio A lost and angry teen, lusting for revenge. The trees have eyes in these parts, they can give but their price is steep. Two hands shake as under the full moon. A shriek in the night. Silence.
It was 7 years since the death of Adam Crawford, a simple teenager who was suspected of committing suicide. Cathy had moved on, pushing the memory of him and those silver eyes to the back of her mind. She hadn't killed Adam that night. She'd dumped him yeah, but he was the one who walked onto highway 64 at 1 a.m. It wasn't her fault. It was 7 years past and she was married now, she was pregnant too, and happy. She wished, quietly to herself, that she'd been hallucinating that night. Or maybe she had been drunk, it was so long ago now she couldn't remember it right. Adam was always kind of messed up anyway.
She brought the baby home at last, a little girl. She had those eyes. Those big silver eyes. "they'll go away" said the doctors. "All babies are born with light eyes". But for 12 months the little girl stared knowingly wit those bright silver eyes. Every day without end until one year passed and she vanished.
Antonia grew up among the fey. It was her mothers price to pay, not hers and the fey are fair sometimes. They needed a gardener anyway. She learned from them how to read and wright and then to tend their flowers and orchards, she played with the younger fey and learned of the faults of her kind through their eyes. For 23 years she worked for them and on her 24th birthday she had managed to pay off her mothers due. She was sent back to the human world and set free.
With no idea what to do she simply wandered for a while before coming across the sign.
Powers: Can conjure and manipulate hellfire. It burns hotter than normal fire and is difficult to put out without supernatural means. The downside is her powers don't work too well around holy places and items.
Personality: Penny is a legendarily perky and upbeat girl; nothing seems to get her down for long. She's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but she's no ditz either.
Bio: Penny comes from an Earth where the supernatural is open and commonplace. Most of her friends developed their magic early on, and she was forced to watch with envy as they displayed powers such as telepathy and levitation. Still, she did the best she could and got a job at a pawn shop in the bad part of town.
Late one night, as she walked home from work, she was jumped by two men who demanded her cash. She paid up, but they brandished knives and made it clear that wasn't enough. Certain she was going to die, the only question Penny had was whether they'd make her suffer further indignities first.
She was angry. She was frightened. And all that rage and terror let itself loose in a scream.
The next thing she knew, the two men were howling in agony, black fire burning them alive. Penny was stunned. She knew that was hellfire she had summoned, but she had no clue how or even why she was able to do it. Research revealed the answer, and she didn't like it.
Some time in the distant past, one of her ancestors had summoned the demon Anduriel and had a child with him. This child's demonic genes had passed through the ages, quietly being subsumed by the human bits, until the powers they conferred would only be awakened by a traumatic event.
Yet despite the dark nature of her magic, she didn't want to be evil. She wanted to help people, and she knew just how to do it. A friend who was great with portals created one to a parallel Earth, where the supernatural was much less acknowledged but no less dangerous. She set up her recruiting message, and now, she's just waiting to see who shows up.
Fox and I will probably post our characters tomorrow, if that's all right. They know each other, so we have to discuss their pasts, and he won't be home until way later.
sorry about the grammar xD i'll be using proper capitalization on my posts, i'm just doing this from mobile!!
CHARLES ROMAN MARKOV
Gender } cisgender male
Age } 24
Race } descendant of dökkálfar ("dark elf" in norse mythology)
Powers } much like your typical dwarf, charles is able to craft most anything beautifully, with limited resources and seemingly without prior knowledge. it's not so much of a supernatural ability than it is a particular aptitude for creating things. what is more unnatural is the fact that, as a dökkálf, he can induce bad dreams by simply whispering to sleeping individuals and set animals off to haunt them. aside from the talent he has for building, he is not in complete control of these powers.
Physical Summary } since he's not "full elf" (as he likes to say), charlie is pretty average height, standing at five feet and seven inches. he is not thin at all - instead, he is bulky with muscle and some boyish pudge, weighing around 160 pounds. his shoulders mark the broadest part of his body, well-built and wide, descending into equally massive arms and a squared torso. he has pretty piss-poor posture, which is likely to thank (at least in part) for his lack of height. his face is not conventionally attractive, and in fact looks fairly doughy like real mythological dwarves; he looks perpetually disgusted, always wearing a scowl and furrowed eyebrows. his eyes are an indistinguishable hazel and his hair is worn long with an undercut, naturally blonde but appearing much darker from either heavy product appliance or lack of washing.
Personality } charlie's life and personality are steeped in deception. his character is somewhat disjointed in ways. he spends so much time impersonating and conning others that he doesn’t have a solid identity to call his own. an inability to have his own identity drives his anti-social behavior, including (but not limited to) abrupt anger, bitterness, and mistrust. by contrast, his ability to easily place himself in the lives of others influences the low value he gives to what happens to others.
charlie often crosses lines that push away his family and anyone else he cares about. in his effort to protect, he often alienates because his hatred and bitterness is so strong. not having an identity of his own torments him and renders him unable to have the kind of humanity that allows him to trust people. he continues living in a world of deception and it has gotten to a point where he knows no other way to live. therefore, charles' persona remains stubborn and slow to mature.
he likes to make excuses for himself: he’s not a bad person by nature, he was just in a "really bad situation" whenever accused. most are always willing to overlook some of charlie's more glaring flaws in order to indulge the passion he pursues in all circumstances. charles is an utterly contradictory character; when he shows an act of romance he also, in some ways, says something harsh. despite his stern manner and not particularly handsome appearance, charlie wins others' hearts because he can pick you apart on sight and find your vulnerabilites. he feels a great importance in every situation he places himself in by emphasizing all aspects of his own character.
charlie fuels his unhealthy traits on others, which are found to be (among other things) strange and unsociable, demeaning in his attitude towards others, and a human puppeteer of sorts. not in that every plan or idea he has involves his flawlessly controlling those around him in some grand scheme to rule the world a la doom, but in the sense that everything he does and says is geared toward manipulating you in some way, even if it’s just to make you feel inferior. even before the height of his megalomania, he still displays a very weak understanding of how other people work. he constantly berates others when a simple explanation could do, explains few of his actions, and becomes increasingly upset when he is questioned - he doesn’t want to tell you “why,” just the “what.” don't question him even though he just questioned you for ten minutes, just do it. he's got a plan and it needs to be stuck to - there’s no time for your complaints or emotions.
much of the negative side of charlie is only worsened by the fact that he likes what’s wrong with him - “sure, i’m arrogant, but how can’t i be? you’re stupid.” are the kind of things going through his mind and he sees no reason to change just because you can’t handle it. criticisms are tuned out or turned into compliments in his own mind, allowing him to continue on his own path, no matter how controlling and destructive it may be. this can be difficult for loved ones when his attitude is dismissive as they can’t see how his problem with them can’t be fixed by him changing.
charlie exhibits generally psychopathic behavior, acting extremely cruel, ruthless and vicious. his violent behavior stems from the fact that he suffers from a 'napoleon complex' of sorts, probably due to a short stature. charles could kill people as if they are nothing, although he usually is only really aggressive whenever he is provoked. he is constantly seen using sadistic violence to threaten others, and shows no apparent mercy for his victims. he also seems to be very familiar with utilizing fear and humiliation, despite not being smart enough to realise this is a manipulation tactic.
his overall “style” of interacting involves considerable, persistent, maladaptive aggression, which, when confronted, is met by either more insistent anger or very depressed withdrawal. charlie is typically called “antisocial” because his overall personality causes him to frequently violate major social norms and end up running afoul of the law (even though this is usually out of charlie's control). he is openly and unabashedly aggressive in his interpersonal style, relish in trying to “beat the system,” and because he detests submission, refusal to conform his conduct despite numerous negative consequences and sanctions.
Bio } charlie grew up in one of the poorest neighbourhoods in chicago. he was raised around dealers, mobsters, what have you, and predictably took up the habits of all of these people. most frequently, he took the weaker route of shoplifting, but was not very discreet about it. in fact, charlie picked 'favourites,' finding convenience stores that were run by other preteens-to-teens who were much weaker than him (or, compared to the heavyweight charlie, normal-sized), and worked them into his schedule in such a way that he could hit the shops when no one was able to stop him in his tracks. despite growing up relatively poor, then, charlie was able to get by with plenty of food. suffice to say that everything he received in abundance was stolen, time and time again.
his parents were unable to provide because, in his biological mother's case, she was six feet under, and his father was living off welfare. the living parent was injured during military service and decided that, at thirty-five years old, he was all set to retire. while he wasn't entirely disabled (left with a semi-functional shoulder), charlie's father believed himself to be unable to work entirely and earned pity from his own parents. so, charlie, his half-sisters rebecca and pamela, and his father moved in to two eighty-year-old retirees' run-down home in arguably the most criminally active neighbourhood in chicago when he was twelve years old. he was distant from his grandparents, but was easy enough on them because he was aware enough to recognise the complications that came from living on their set income.
he was the favourite child because his special talent was stealing. his half-sisters, eight-year-old twins, were worse off because they had no particular gifts. they were not even blessed with the ancestry that charlie carried, because his descendants were from his mother/his father's first wife’s side. not even charlie treated them very well, always forcing them to distract shopkeeps that he was unable to physically overpower, throwing his household responsibilities upon them, and more. frankly, it was apparent even from a young age that charlie held no regard for human life other than his own. his treatment of his younger sisters was always iffy, and worsened by the fact that he sometimes protected them. when they were being bullied at school or boys behaved like they were wont to around rebecca and pamela, charlie was the first one they came to, and he was the one that sent these abusers to the ICU.
his misfit attitude is what got him sent to juvenile detention multiple times throughout his adolescence. charlie was even sectioned into behavioral health systems (or, what his father liked to insensitively call 'mental asylums'), and, despite being neurotypical in the truest sense of the word, was misdiagnosed with conduct disorder. professionals just could not pinpoint any (existent) empathy in him because of the extreme buildup of rage in such a young man. charlie never really grew from these visits, other than racking up an extreme amount of hospital bills (which he, of course, paid back himself, even if it took some time to launder all of that money). because of all this detention and institution business, charlie was unable to put in enough hours at school. he was expelled when he was fifteen, and finally dropped out on his sixteenth birthday ("about time," he'd say).
his last trip to detention was when he was seventeen. charlie was scared from acting out so publicly again when his father kicked him out for an indefinite amount of time (which turned out to be only three months, once he'd earned enough to pay his way back through the door). despite being perfectly able to support himself in some shelter in the city or utilise any of his various connections, charlie took refuge in his mother's parents' home. only his grandfather was still alive, but even he was kind enough to take him in for a short time. it was here that charlie learned exactly why he was so short (and why he was more detail-oriented than any of his peers). his grandfather passed along the much-needed information that charlie was, in fact, a descendant of the infamous dökkálfar, and even brought to life the less passive abilities that existed in him.
that new knowledge was probably not the best thing for charlie to have learned about himself. once he was back home, he quickly began practicing bending people's dreams to fit his thoughts exactly. he did not do so very well. sitting on buses next to sleeping patrons, he looked quite odd staring at them, trying to implant juvenile stories into their rampant brains, but charlie was only able to carry that process for so long before he woke up his victims - either by stimulating them to the point of lucidity or giving them nightmares terrifying to the point of waking. needless to say, charlie was very bad at using his own power, for good or otherwise. he was all right at the other half: sending animals to "haunt" humans. all this really did was stir some paranoia in his victims, but he still overused the ability to the point of being bored of it himself.
charlie lived a life that resembled his childhood even through his adult years up to now, the only difference being that he avoided imprisonment much better by comparison. he joined the alliance when he was eighteen, through typical means - just a flyer on some old streetlamp. when he was 22, he was out hunting in the forest when some little elven-looking kid started romping around him, and a particularly strange friendship formed out of their meeting. he was the one to recruit fletcher o’sullivan to the alliance.
Being he is not full elf, he only possesses abilities that are above average for a human; his strength, hearing, and sight are far better than any human’s, but not nearly as good as his fellow full-blooded light elves’.
Again, being not full elf, he is not as quick or light as they are on his feet; however, he makes up for that in grace and ways he can twist his body, as well as with his archery and close hand-to-hand combat. He has quick hands, being able to craft things quite well (primarily woodworking), though not as good as most other elves.
Like all light elves, whether full-blooded or no, he is heavily in touch with nature. He has two weapons which are made from the very Earth he had walked his first steps upon. His bow, quiver, arrows and dagger were made by his own hand once he was old enough, and they hold the essence of mother nature herself. Light elves do not call what they can do, and what their weapons can do, magic. But, to explain in understanding terms, they call it magic for minds that cannot wrap around the concept of how mother nature and light elves are deeply connected. All light elves’ souls are entwined with mother Earth and no matter how far they stray, she always assists them. The only magic he can do without his bow and dagger is making said bow and a quiver of arrows or dagger appear out of thin air. It takes but a few seconds to make it come into existence, wherever he chooses it to, within sight. The air does a shimmering effect, the air seeming like it’s moving and swirling in place, before the bow and quiver of arrows or dagger is suddenly there the next instant, a slight glow to it all before it dies down. All of this happens in just a few seconds. However, he usually keeps his dagger in existence, strapped to his calf with a sheath. He still can make it appear elsewhere, though he really has no reason to when it’s usually somewhere on his body. He can make them both disappear in the same shimmering fashion; even he has no idea where they go, but he believes that mother Earth keeps them in safekeeping until he calls for them again.
The magic attached to the weapons does not sound like magic because, again, it is just what light elves say so outsiders can understand. His dagger always stays sharp, it never dulls. He always has arrows in his quiver, the tips forever razor-sharp; the string on his bow always tight, his bow never suffering from years of use. It may seem that when he shoots, there is magic in how the accurate and precise his shot is, but he has a keen eye and is very skilled at using his bow, as well as throwing his dagger or using it in close combat. But perhaps mother nature would assist him if he ever did need it.
From the last sentence, angering Fletcher in his element isn’t recommended. While it hasn’t exactly been spoken aloud, it is a known fact among light elves that their connection with mother nature makes them more powerful when in her presence. Fletcher draws a lot of his energy and power from forest and woodland settings and so, when present in them, he is slightly more powerful, and has mother nature’s elements on his side. Nothing over the top, but he is harder to fight when in his element.
He does have a power he got from his mother’s elven side that isn’t very common for part elves to have; the ability to sing and transfix a mind. Now, it isn’t that powerful, and so he can only transfix weaker minds, which he has discovered has only been humans thus far. He also can play music beautifully, being taught from a young age in various instruments, though that is only a bonus to the singing, since his playing cannot transfix a weaker mind. It’s useful for distracting someone, since his singing isn’t strong enough to actually control a weaker mind, just mesmerize them.
Appearance: According to myth, light elves are a beautiful people, supposedly with a beauty that could rival the sun's own. When looking upon Fletcher, some might agree, others may not. Fletcher does not hold the unearthly beauty that light elves do, because he is not quite full-blooded. His mother was part light elf, part human, while his father was full-blooded light elf, so you do the math. Fletcher fancied after his mother but just because he doesn't have an unearthly beauty, doesn't mean he doesn't have a strange beauty to call his own.
Fletcher has a thick head of hair, always cut above his ears with a good amount pushed to the side constantly by his fingers, making it always look messy and giving it a windblown appearance. His hair looks as if it was dusted with red dirt, a color favoring that of paprika spice; that when in a brighter light setting, appears more of an orange, turning into the dry dirt of a desert, while in dimmer lighting, it appears darker, more like red dirt after a fresh rainfall. The bit of beard he has, more so stubble on his cheeks, with it becoming thicker on his jawline, stays much darker than his hair, naturally not as soft or smooth to the touch as his head of hair is.
His eyes cannot decide what color they wish to be. In different settings, they can either appear to be a darkened blue, or a forest green. Sometimes, they decide to come together to create a mixture of the blue and green. The blue akin to the color of the sea when diving deeper into its blue depths, while the green can appear like the leaves on a tree the sun never touches.
His flaws may be what brings him to having an unconventional beauty. Many would say his eyes are spaced a bit too far apart, his forehead is too wide, and that his fair complexion is too fair, much too pale, though it makes his eyes and hair stand out all the more. Though, these are features that distinguish Fletch from others, and do not diminish the confidence he holds for himself. Depending on who you ask, his flaws may not even be noticeable once you see his slight Elven features. The shell of his ear do not round like a human’s, but rather, his ears have a slight point. At first glance, it isn’t so noticeable, but once looking again, it is. They aren’t as pointy as a full-blooded elves’, but they don’t look quite human either. Another thing that makes Fletcher stand out from humans is the way he moves; he moves with a graceful fluidity that not even the most trained ballerina could achieve. He’s light and quick on his feet, can twist his body in ways others cannot, and just moves in an elegant way.
All of this comes together on a lean body that stands at 5'11. It wouldn't hurt for him to gain more muscle, however his arms are lightly defined, since he has been exposed to a bow and arrow practically since he could stand. His clothing style is something he does not care much about; usually, he wears something comfortable, be it baggy jeans, loose t-shirts, long-sleeved button ups, cozy sweaters, or hoodies. He doesn’t really like his feet covered, growing up in an Elven village did that to a person, but he still makes himself wear tennis shoes… but don’t be surprised if he kicks them off in a bit of annoyance from his feet feeling too warm. He wears things typical of a young college student, even though he is not that. His face makes him appear older than he is, with his square chin and the facial hair that sits on his jawline and sometimes his cheeks. Overall, he could be considered a fairly attractive young man, with a smile that shows his white teeth, the few sharply pointed ones he naturally has, and eyes that bring the sea and forest together. If only he smiled genuinely more often.
Personality: Fletcher is a strange character indeed. He isn't that social, yet he knows how to talk a person up, or down if need be. He has a way with words, an intelligence he doesn't very often show, choosing to let people believe he isn't that smart or can't do that much. He likes to come off as someone weak or stupid because then, he could prove them wrong with a shit-eating grin on his face later. He has an intelligence that is above average not only for a human, but for a light elf, who are considered quite the smart race of elves. His memory is photographic, something that is a blessing and a curse, but he does take advantage of it. However, because so much is going on in his head at once, it may take him a few seconds to respond to a question, or to give his opinion, or to recall a memory or fact, because it's like he is thumbing through files in his brain, looking for the right thing. He often mumbles, mutters, or hums/sings under his breath, staring off when he does so, just getting some of the things in his head out into the air, as if that would help his mind that rarely settles.
He may appear to have ADHD, because there is so much going on his head, sometimes it's hard to tack one thing down and talk strictly about it. He manages, but he talks really fast, almost too fast to understand, always confusing people because they miss certain words. He speaks in this manner often, and when he does it while explaining something, it's almost like a robot or a how-to manual spewing off at the mouth. Because of how his mind works, he doesn't always come off as the kindest person. Actually, he's a bit of a dick. He naturally notices things others do not, they sear into his brain, and most of the time, he just lets them out. He claims the truth hurts, though being blunt about it probably isn't the way to go. Just because he comes off with a harsh front, though, doesn't mean he isn't ever not nice. He can be as nice as the pope, depending on who it is and what they've said to him. He dishes back what's given to him.
While he sounds like he would be quick to anger, or annoyance, or defense of his own person, he is not. He is actually very laid back when it comes to harsher emotions, besides being blunt, and ever rarely gets angry or offended. That doesn't mean he won't curse you back if you curse him. Like stated earlier, he dishes back what's given to him. But he isn't openly bothered by it, it shows on his face that he could care less, but he's still going to give you seething words back. He can do it with a rare genuine smile on his face while not batting an eye. He is capable of keeping a cool and level head, of being a leader, and defusing tensions... though, he doesn't very often use any of these social skills. He's more of the type to let what happens, happens, unless it's directly affecting him in a negative way.
Where Fletcher's personality changes, is with people he cares about. It's not a startling change, just a subtle thing, but it's there. Being born into a clan of light elves and living with them for some time, Fletch was taught compassion, empathy, and care. However, breaking away from the clan made him form the personality he has now, but he couldn't, of course, forget those ideals that were drilled into his head since a young age. He is loyal and protective of those who get on his good side and prove they will be the same. He has a no bullshit attitude, he expects one back. He doesn't lie, so he doesn't expect lies. He only lets those who are similar to him, who would be just as loyal or protective, to get close to him. He doesn't believe he has time to "fuck around" with a fake. If he calls someone friend, you're in it for the long haul with him. He has an uncanny patience with people, and it shows with people he considers close to him (which is only one person). Since he isn't quick to any negative emotion, he can put up with a lot; he actually has a bluntly caring personality towards the one he cares for. Words like "you need fucking help, you nutcase" could be considered offensive, but coming from Fletch, it just means he cares. It's the way he shows he cares without actually speaking the words aloud. He isn't one for Hallmark moments, he thinks cutting to the point, and getting feelings out there is the best way to get shit done.
But, then, he's a bit of a hypocrite on that front. If those feelings involve matters of the heart, he doesn't very often open up about those. He has felt hurt before and doesn't want to feel it again. So, he attempts to guard his heart, and his brash caring quips makes it sound like he's more annoyed with the person, rather than actually concerned, when he is. However, his care shows in the way he is overly protective, even possession, of the one he cares for. He can say all the mean, biting things he wants to people he cares about, but if a stranger said the same things? It's on. That is when Fletcher may lose that cool persona just a bit, it slipping to reveal just how angry and scary he can be. Though, when he gives a harsh jab back, and makes sure the person understands to not do it again, he's fine. He cools off extremely fast after a fight. Any harsh words can be made at him, and he would be amused as he hissed words back. But, any harsh words towards the person he cares about, and he's defensive, ready for a fight if it came down to it, because no one fucks with anyone he grows to care about. But, he also is a realist, he is far from an idiot, and if that stranger is making a good point in a harsh way? Okay. But, Fletcher will make sure that stranger knows to not do it again, before telling the person he cares about they had a point, basically repeating the insult, because he's bluntly honest and that's his way of helping.
Another way to see Fletcher cares for someone, or is warming up to them, is seeing how he talks to them. For the one he cares about, he has a playful, almost carefree attitude around him, often delivering teasing jabs and gentle retorts with no real heat behind them. It’s somewhat obvious when Fletch has taken a liking to someone, it shows in the way he talks to them. He talks with his hands quite often, quick, fluid movements as words fly from his mouth, and he can grow slightly excited talking to someone he enjoys the company of. If he begins to gently tease someone, or poke at them and just be a cute (if you ask the right person), annoying nuisance, then he’s taken a liking to them, and they’re on the fast track to his good side. He isn’t a very touchy-touchy person, instead preferring to keep his hands to himself, and having others do the same. But, if he allows someone to touch him without telling them to “back the fuck off,” then it’s pretty obvious he likes them. Especially when he subconsciously touches that person, not even noticing, then yeah. He’s pretty piss poor at hiding his liking towards others, though if that like is something more, he does put a tighter lid on it.
Even though he tries to appear comfortable and relaxed anywhere, he feels the best in nature, specifically a forest or woodland setting. He grows antsy if he’s indoors for a long period of time, without being able to step outside. He prefers the feel of moss under his bare feet, the sounds of birds tweeting and animals rustling around, the fresh smell of dirt and pine. He isn’t that comfortable indoors, especially in a tight place. He hates tight places but he’s good at hiding it. However, the longer he is in a small space, the more his nerves start to increase, and it comes out in anger and slight panic. In short, he’s claustrophobic and that is one way to get him to lose his cool, quickly. That’s also the only time he takes a longer period to recover from being angry or upset; he needs a few moments to himself, in a large space, after being in a small space for too long. Besides that, he’s just mildly uncomfortable indoors, hiding it, but if stuck inside long enough, he can be seen slightly anxious to get outside, to no longer have four walls feeling like they’re closing in on him. Nature is like a song to him, always softly calling him back, and he can’t ever resists its pull. While he tries to live among humans, he often returns to the forest, at least for a few hours each week, just to center himself and remember who he was, and where he came from.
Bio: Fletcher was born into a legitimate light elven village. Elves are a very open race of creatures and so, even though his mother was half-human, Fletch was welcomed into the tiny little family of the village. After all, isn’t there a saying, it takes a village to raise a child? So, Fletch grew up learning the ways of his people, becoming one with nature itself, and learning about his abilities. While growing up, once it was discovered he had a photographic memory, everyone began to act more careful around him. Like they were afraid they’d let something he found wrong slip and he wouldn’t let them live it down. It caused him to feel out of place. He was growing tired of the simple life that the elven village brought. He felt like he didn’t quite fit in. While he felt like himself in the forest, he didn’t feel like himself in the village. The other elves had a more gentle nature about them, were social among themselves, and a tight-knit family. He, on the other hand, much preferred disappearing into the forest and hiding from everyone, trying to sort through all the thoughts in his head. Admittedly, he was curious about the world the humans walked in; he could pass for a human enough, he thought. He wanted to explore more, find out more about the world. He was growing tired of feeling tied down in the village.
At 15, he found out about a tradition that the elves did not speak of until he was of that age. They arranged marriages. It was to assure their kind would keep going, since light elves were getting more and more rare. It had been in practice for a good many years now and it had easily blended into their lifestyle; since light elves cared for all creatures, it was no problem for most of them to go into an arranged marriage. Fletch found out his parents had been the result of an arranged marriage. He was meant to marry a pretty little light elf, a female, and he didn’t want it, at all, for several reasons. The biggest reason being was because he just felt no attraction to her whatsoever and he didn’t hold the same gentle and accepting nature his fellow elves did. He was different, not only in appearance, but personality as well, and the arranged marriage was his breaking point - he was going to leave. He wanted to be on his own, alone, away from everyone he knew, because he didn’t feel accepted like they so claim he was. He didn’t tell anyone, he just left in the middle of the night a few days after finding out about the arranged marriages. Packed a bag and got out of there. However, he didn’t leave the forest. He went far from his village but remained in the forest, his true home, and lived off of the wild like he was taught. He had never stepped foot in the “human world” and wasn’t sure how he could. He was curious about that world, though, and kept an eye on it from afar, from the little section of the forest he deemed his home, but never ventured out there himself.
Then, came Charlie Markov. Fletch had been living on his own in the forest for 3 years by that time, making him 18, when he met the 22 year old man. Fletch still doesn’t know the exact reason why Charlie had been in the forest but after playing tricks on Charlie, since he knew that part of the forest so well, and almost getting beaten up by said man, if he hadn’t been so agile and could dodge him, a strange relationship began to form between them. Fletch found out Charlie was from the “human world” but didn’t immediately go back with him. Instead, Charlie visited him a few more times, one of those times revealing he had ties to the Dökkálfar, of which Fletch had grown up hearing stories of them, and he was amazed to find another kind of elf. Maybe that is what made them bond; while they were of a different kind of elf, they still had that link. Fletch was always asking about the “human world” and Charlie got sick of hearing him ask, so instead, he brought him back to his place, and helped Fletch adjust to the life of a human, teaching him how to blend in and such. Fletch still can’t eat all human food, or else he’ll get sick, and he still has some strange speech patterns because he learned a lot of new cursewords from Charlie. Being around Charlie, also, helped increase the seemingly brash personality he now has today. Fletch looks at Charlie like his family now and quite enjoys his company and personality. The reason he’s doing the alliance is because Charlie is.
I'm confused. Is foxygen playing Fletcher or is Cas playing him? Is Charles going to be a character in this?
EDIT: Nevermind. I think.
haha we just collaborated since they were entering together - our posts will be individual after this though!! fletcher is cas's & i'll be playing charles (=
