[CHAR] Midnight Blue: A Midnighters Roleplay

[Ayla]

Name: Aslynne Marie Hawthorne (A.K.A Az or Azzy)

Age: 25

Height: 4’10” (147cm or 1.47m)

Gender: Female

Appearance:

My Hider

Occupation: Stable Owner and Manager, Trainer and Instructor at Windstar Stables

Personal Interests: Reading, Horses, Equestrian Sports of all kinds and kicking Darkling ass

Fears: Loss of control over her abilities, physical touch, large crowds, fire and hospitals

Power: Mindcaster

Misc. Info: Aslynne must almost always have to have music in her ears while in large crowds due to the constant “mind babble” from Daylighters, she loves animals because touching them doesn’t bring or cause pain to others. She’s still in the process of learning to control her rather difficult abilities while trying to balance a normal life. She cannot date or be intimate thanks to her fear of touch. Daylighters wouldn’t understand and she’s sure no Midnighter would want to take the time or risk their mental health at trying to be with her. She wears long sleeves and gloves no matter the season to prevent accidental touching.

[Kaalee]

Name: Danielle Hyperion

Age: 24

Height: 5'7

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Danielle

Occupation: She owns the only decent cafe in town, the Cafe Seville

Personal Interests: Computers, cars, her cafe

Fears: Her abilities failing, the dark, darklings

Power: Fire Bringer

Misc. Info: Like any other Firebringer, she doesn't suffer from any adverse affects in the sun

Sample: Danielle lit the thirteen candles all around her shop, looked up at thirteen photos with thirteen objects each in them(new photos every two weeks) that were tacked above her door and window, and turned on the radio, which was on station 93.1, and her phone which transmitted to station 93.1 playing only music from 1921. She wasn't sure those last two actually did anything but she loved music from the early twenties and every little bit helped. She was terrified of the Darklings, and never, ever, went out of her cafe during the Blue hour. She had met other ones like her, who tried to persuade her to join them outside, but she wouldn't have it. She knew, theoretically, that if anyone was safest from them it would be her and her ability since they hated the light and the technology, but it still freaked her out. If her abilities ever failed, which they hadn't so far, she'd be screwed against the darklings. Most everyone was scared of the dark at one point or another, and there was a very good reason. The things that go bump in the night were very real and Danielle, with her lights and her technology, was very high on their kill list.

[Dark Light]

CHARACTER SHEET (Midnighter)

Name: Tyler Virth

Age: 28

Height:

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Image

Occupation: Currently a barman, unable to settle down he often jumps from one casual job to another.

Personal Interests: Adrenalin sports, bikes, tattoos, leather, whiskey.

Fears: Tyler is claustrophobic, He fears being trapped.
He also fears being helpless or considered weak.

Power: Acrobat,

Misc. Info:

Sample:

Sample

A firm breeze sails the cloudless, star filled sky. A single droplet of sweat accentuates the chill as it falls down the burning warm skin of a bare exposed chest, hiding away a heavy beating heart.
His muscular half naked body, a sillouet against the bright full moon cascading down upon the cliff which they stood atop.
Tyler or 'Ty' for short impatiently checks his watch. He breathes slow and heavily, watching his warm breath forming clouds in the cold air before him.
Meanwhile Kiera, his latest fling, struggles up the steep hill and finally catches him in her sight.
He rubs his bloody and bruised knuckles as she approaches behind him.

He knows she is there, he can hear her but can't bring himself to turn around. She continues to near.
Even as he stares down over the edge of the sheer cliff into the abyss of the darkness far below, he can't shake her from his head, the hours spent fantasising over her dreamy forbidden body were not so easily forgotten.

His mind was racing wild, it was a blur of untraceable thoughts. 11:59, close enough. He spins around,

"BANG!"

The sudden sound shatters the silence and repeats out echoing as it travels the open distance.
Ty's ears scream with an echoing ring.
Looking out in shock Kiera was not in sight, instead there stood the hulking bearded giant known as Carl, his nose still crooked and dry blood stained his messy long beard that surrounded his gap-tooth grin. Only he wasn't grinning now, panic filled his bloodshot eyes and he drops the heavy metallic device that was in his hand.

A gun.

Ty looks down to his stomach, he could feel the warmth of his blood spill into his cold hands already clutching the wound. Struck by a sudden dizziness, before he could look back up, he fell.

And fell.

And fell.

The roaring wind around him slowly becoming a gentle breeze as the darkness softly embraces him.

'That'll teach you for playing with another mans woman' he thinks to himself as he floats down the last few meters to meet the waiting dirt landing with a soft thud. A smile breaks his lips, as he groans 'nah it won't'.

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Name: Lee Cayde

Age: 30

Height: 6'0

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Lee Face

Occupation: Symbolist teach at local college & Martial Arts teacher privately owned dojo.

Personal Interests: Lore. Reading. Symbolism. Runic Magic. Martial Arts. Honing his five senses.

Fears: Darkling and Slither uprising. Not being able to decipher something. Fire.

Power: Seer

Misc. Info: Lee has never been a part of normalcy. Not just because of his powers but because of how his life was shaped. He only remembers being brought up by foster parents who mostly ignored him. He had to learn to defend himself and learn to understand his vision. Always the loner and always the one who knew what things meant. He studied things that interested him by attraction upon discovering them. Martial Arts, Runic Magic, Symbolism...he blends them all into his own unique style. He has kept secret for a long time that he can read text that he cannot find anywhere...that mentions things not known anywhere else. And he feels compelled to combat what is written within these texts. The secret hour is when he utilizes everything he is.

Sample:

Ready read

"Don't just look for the punch, Josh." Lee he also taught how to use it. He was one of the pioneers in a fusion of mental and physical teachings aside from the usual mostly physical training of the urban dojo. "Anticipate it, feel it. Use more than just your eyes." He said. He wanted his students to use all their senses. "Hear the moment your opponent draws breath to prepare themselves. Feel the moment in your skin. You will know what I mean when you dodge Kevin's punches with no effort felt." He said as he signaled for the other boy Kevin to start sparring with Josh again. They started again and Josh got hit a few times. Josh then thought for a moment, and took in his teachers words. After a few more punches Josh began to move swiftly. His body moving before the punches were thrown. Kevin stumbling and missing Josh until Josh took and threw him in counter.

Josh smiled, Lee knowing he was a boy that was picked on often and bullied.

Lee taught all manner of students, having his own dojo in town for anyone of any age. The only exception was his symbolism classes which were exclusive to the local college. Not much was known of Lee outside of being a teacher to the town. He knew of other Midnighters who had approached him. But at the moment the darklings were quiet, and he was enjoying his simple life and freedom of study and teaching.

[hagroden]

Name
Micah "Ved" Joel
Age
25
Height
5'11
Gender
Agender
Appearance

Occupation
Tattoo Artist
Personal Interests
He is heavily involved with the local punk scene, being a singer for a melodic hardcore band that takes up his time outside of work.
Fears (Spiders, Falling, Water etc.)
Deathly afraid of Snakes.
Power (Acrobat, Fire Bringer, Seer or Polymath)
Metallurge
Misc. Info
None
Sample

It was the summer of 1996, and it was his sixth birthday. He was celebrating with his family at a man-made beach, which he refused to call anything but the ocean, for it was too "Huge" to be a lake, and he swore that he could taste salt. But likely, that was a combination of the shit in the water and the sweat on his lips, but an eleven year old didn't take that into account. He was with his friends, playing a game they called detector. They would each get a quarter, and bury it in the sand while Ved wasn't looking, then at the very end of the day would have him find where they were hidden. His parents, as well as the other children's parents, never thought anything special of it, and the kids all thought he was cheating, because he could find every hidden coin, and a few extra's, within a matter of minutes. This specific time, it was nickles and penny's that were being hidden, and as he searched, he came across a form that terrified him.

He screamed and leaped away from the spot his open palms had been hovering over just seconds before, sobbing violently as he pointed towards the spot. His parents immediately came running, and upon arrival Ved forced them to uncover what he had found, and they stood in awe, gasping, his mother gagged and nearly vomited. After the police arrived, a detective knelt down and asked him, how he found the body. All Ved could do was shake his head and sob, talking about the worms and maggots he saw slithering in the body.

He wasn't allowed to play detector again.

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Name: Abel Pereira

Age: 24

Height: 5'11"

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Occupation: Accountant

Personal Interests: Math, Science, Working Out, People

Fears: Feeling Alone, Drowning, Needles

Power: Polymath

Misc. Info: Abel grew up in a big city, used to its chaos as well as its comforts. He was always pretty good with math, having a natural talent. Naturally, he went to school planning to become and actuarial consultant. The idea of analyzing so much information and making decisions on risk based on the math fascinated him. Then at one point about halfway through college, as part of an internship he came down to Brisbane on business. The moment he got near the town, it seemed his ability with numbers had increased to a ridiculous degree. Not only that, but that first night while at a local college party he discovered this hidden hour. He met the Midnighters who filled him in. Fascinated by the subject he went back and finished school but with the intention to move here when he was done. He's been working in Brisbane as an accountant for two years now. He can't help but see the numbers in just about everything.

Sample:

Abel rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe he was dealing with this again. He had double checked his numbers, even though he knew he didn't need to. He'd proven time and time again that he didn't make mistakes (except for the ones he threw in on purpose to avoid drawing attention of course). Still the old man insisted that something had to be wrong here. Was it really that hard to believe he'd saved the car wash business THAT much money? No, but it sure was hard for the old man to believe Abel'd done something he couldn't.

Whatever, just three more minutes, no five minutes until he could get out of here. The office's clock was two minutes and fourteen seconds slow. Then again, he was a professional wasn't he? Not like he was gonna bolt out to happy hour with his friends the moment the clock struck 5, was it?

No, but at least Mr. Arnold seemed satisfied. Despite his impatience, Abel gave his boss a grin. "See, you just gotta trust me. When have I ever let you down?"

[Ryuzaki]

Name: Echo Greene

Age: 26

Height: 5’ 2”

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hider

Occupation: Track Coach at the local High School

Personal Interests: Track, Hiking, Making sick weapons

Fears: Heights, tripping, bridges

Power: Wayfinder (Wayfinders can see the fastest way to get to where they are going and have the ability to run at high speeds during the secret hour, although this power may not be extended to another Midnighter Like acrobats, they eat alot during daylight hours and like all midnighters, their eyes turn indigo when they look at the Midnight Moon..)

Misc. Info: Moved to Brisbane about a year ago after graduating college. When she discovered there was an opening at the local High School she jumped on it, already having developed a love of running. She loves nature but refuses to go into the woods from Eleven to midnight unless it is during the blue time.

Sample:

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Echo felt the adrenaline rush through her as she ran down the streets, the blue glow surrounding everything as it always did at midnight. Her black hair flowed behind her, making her head look like a comet with a blackish blue tail.. Were the cars able to race next to her she would be side by side with them, able to keep up until the dreaded time came when the Blue Moon would set and she would be living life in 5 Mph again. She sometimes wished that the players on her track team could feel the rush of 25 Mph, or even the other Midnighters. She had tried once, to give one her speed. It hadn’t gone well, the other Midnighter had ended up with a sprained wrist. Returning her thoughts to her surroundings, she looked at the line of “Focus” which showed the way to the Cafe. Hopefully the others wouldnt be too mad she was late...