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Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

@Mintz@soren@BladeSS4

Looks good on my end! :3

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

@Virani

Sounds good! Discord link is in the OOC. You should get quicker responses there.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

@Guccicorn@Mintz@LostDestiny

Request discord link. Only certain people are being invited.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Grim Reaper

_{Shíjiān Jiāng
时间 江}

Nickname
Ji, Shí, Heibai

Title/Code Name
Heibai Wuchang/ Grim Reaper

Species
Human

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Hetrosexual

Age
∞
_Unknown

Birthday
July 2nd

Personality
Jiang is confident and calm individual but a little with drawn from the world around her. She guards herself and has a hard time letting people in. Most might believe she no longer cares with her laid back attitude but her kind and compassionate heart still beats in her chest. After living so long, there is nothing that is usually new or exciting for her but she has grown far wiser than most. She hides her pain behind witty remarks or humor, trying to pass things off as fine. She is a complicated woman who marches to the beat of her own drum and most that have the pleasure of knowing her are just along for the chaotic ride. Some days you might be greeted with the gentle side of her and other days you might be seeing the warrior, the grim reaper in human form. It is a toss up for sure but if someone stands by her and earns her friendship or loyalty then there is no one better you can trust.

Affiliation
Neutral/Rouge
_{If you wish for an ally, nothing comes without a price. Be warned though, not all things are weighted with gold or coin so proceed with caution.
If an enemy is what you wish, then all that shall be received is a swift death at the end of my blades before ever realizing there was danger to fear.}

Weapon(s)
Dual Swords (Yin and Yang)
These two swords were forged out of mysterious ancient metals and handed down through the family of the blacksmith who crafted them. Only the one chosen by the blades can use them and the chosen welder gains knowledge of these swords capabilities upon ownership. Each faintly hums with power and are etched with symbols up the blade. One blade is void black with whispers emanating from the blade as it seems to draw light in. This swords handle is craved from a white wood grounding the blade so that the whispers don't draw the user in. The other blade is pearlescent white and as it slashes through the air a song can be heard coming from it. This swords handle is craved from an ebony wood and shields the user from the enchanting song. In all this time, they have never dulled and never halted their own tunes.
_{Smoke Bombs, Flash Bombs, Daggers, Poison Needles, etc.}

Weapon Power
While each blade holds its own unique power, they also effect their users on a physical level. The passing of time no longer effect them, stopping their aging process in its tracks as well as providing enhanced strength and durability. These effects however will fade away if the users stops using/carrying the swords after a long period of time.
The Whispering Blade (Black/Yin) can sever pieces of shadows from others and be absorbed by the blade giving the user the ability to know where the person is at all times and shift into their physical appearance.
The Chorus Blade (White/Yang) gives the user the ability to mimic others' voices if they have spoken near the blade. The blade can also produce a hypnotic song if the user knows how which can lull enemies to sleep if the targets are unaware.
The user can only mimic while the sword is sheathed, once it is pulled from the sheath the mimic disappears. If the user kills someone with one of the blades, depending on the blade that slays them their soul is absorbed and either sent to a place of pure bliss or torment. Consequently, the absorbed soul can provide the user with access to either their voice or physical form until the user releases the souls to their right place (heaven or hell).

Weaknesses
Even though she can take hits most humans can’t and live, she is still only human and can thus be killed/harmed like any other.

Likes
• Tea
• Noodles Dishes
• Rain
• Fighting
• Luxury
• Traveling
• Honesty

Dislikes
• Snow
• Orders
• Death Of Loved Ones
• Loneliness
• Vulnerability
• Those Praying On The Weak
• Remembering The Past

Current Residence
Chinatown, NYC

Backstory
Jiang has been alive since ancient China, which time period exactly she couldn’t say and no longer knows. She can’t even remember how old she is anymore since she stopped counting after awhile. In the beginning, she was just the daughter of a blacksmith, a profession passed down the line one son after the next. She was expected to do the same as all women from that time, find a husband from a respectable family, continue another families legacy while her brother carried on their own family name. Fate seemed to have different plan however, as the king needed more able bodied men and her brother’s lack of interest in the family business had him joining the army. While he was given Yin and Yang for protection, the swords did not chose him and ultimately did not give him the extra protection they could provide. He was lost to battle a few years after joining, her parents were obviously devastated and now all the pressure was on her to find a suitable match with the swords to be placed with her dowry. A woman didn’t need a weapon let alone two after all.

Jiang was miserable as all her prospects repulsed her and she didn’t wish to be married off. Each day seemed closer and closer to the day that what little freedom she possessed would be snatched from her. She thought about running away but then where would she go, what would she do? Selling herself wasn’t an option she would agree to and being property wasn’t all that appealing either. Her mother kept telling her that she would learn to love her husband but that isn’t the life she wanted. She struggled with what to do when the choice was made for her as bandits attacked her village. Her father was slain before he could even reach for the swords and Jiang just reacted, grabbing them and weakly standing her ground but she heard it. The swords tune, the whispering call and the siren chorus rang out to her to speak their power. That night was the first time she spilled blood and gathered souls to use for her own advantage. Jiang would be presumed dead by her mother even with no body found and she would pretend to be another. If she has to live as a man in public so that she could have a peaceful life than so be it.

She slowly made her way through the ages, be it as a soldier, a thief, a hunter, or even a bandit. Jiang learned as much as she could and made herself a master. She made herself a ghost and a weapon. She made herself into the fears and nightmares of others so they wouldn’t dare be near or ask for her presence. Every once and awhile someone became brave asking for either her assistance or an enemy came to test themselves. Some made it out alive, others were not so lucky. She has mostly been forgotten but there are a few that still believe in legend and seek her or the swords out for themselves. Currently, Jiang lives in Chinatown as it somewhat reminds her of home even though she has enough money to afford somewhere much more luxurious. She will take odd bounty jobs here and there or grant favors in return for something she wants. Sides don’t matter to her as she seen many a fight come and go. Everything will eventually fade and she will still be here stuck in time.

Special Skills
• Master of Swordsmanship
• Material Arts Master
• Archery
• Singing
• Silk Weaving
• Horse Riding
• Survival Skills

Other

Unaware Fact

• Jiang is actually Aielah’s _{[insert multiple Great]} Great Aunt

Grim Reaper Outfit

_{While the loop of white fabric that hangs off her shoulder is more for aesthetic reasons than anything else, it also works as a makeshift hood, a quick distraction thrown at her enemies, or a way to shimmy down from higher locations.}

https://player.vimeo.com/video/322936459?h=898f0d1a7c

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

@Forsythe

Thank you for letting us know! Good luck on your other RPs :)

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

@Forsythe@BingTheWing@LostDestiny@Crimson Flame@ActRaiserTheReturned@Virani

Hello everyone,

I am one of the two Co-GM for this RP. If you are still interested in joining then please see the link down below to the OOC. Please make your interest known on the OOC page and we will provide you with a link to the discord.

Please note that the RP is marked to full. Anyone else other than the mentioned people will be put on a reserve/waiting list for an open slot.

Please note that Soren will have final say when it comes to decision making and how many slots that are still available.

Thank you everyone for your interest! We hope to see you join!

roleplayerguild.com/topics/186889-mar…

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Grim Reaper

_{Shíjiān Jiāng
时间 江}

Nickname
Ji, Shí, Heibai

Title/Code Name
Heibai Wuchang/ Grim Reaper

Species
Human

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Hetrosexual

Age
∞
_Unknown

Birthday
July 2nd

Personality
Jiang is confident and calm individual but a little with drawn from the world around her. She guards herself and has a hard time letting people in. Most might believe she no longer cares with her laid back attitude but her kind and compassionate heart still beats in her chest. After living so long, there is nothing that is usually new or exciting for her but she has grown far wiser than most. She hides her pain behind witty remarks or humor, trying to pass things off as fine. She is a complicated woman who marches to the beat of her own drum and most that have the pleasure of knowing her are just along for the chaotic ride. Some days you might be greeted with the gentle side of her and other days you might be seeing the warrior, the grim reaper in human form. It is a toss up for sure but if someone stands by her and earns her friendship or loyalty then there is no one better you can trust.

Affiliation
Neutral/Rouge
_{If you wish for an ally, nothing comes without a price. Be warned though, not all things are weighted with gold or coin so proceed with caution.
If an enemy is what you wish, then all that shall be received is a swift death at the end of my blades before ever realizing there was danger to fear.}

Weapon(s)
Dual Swords (Yin and Yang)
These two swords were forged out of mysterious ancient metals and handed down through the family of the blacksmith who crafted them. Only the one chosen by the blades can use them and the chosen welder gains knowledge of these swords capabilities upon ownership. Each faintly hums with power and are etched with symbols up the blade. One blade is void black with whispers emanating from the blade as it seems to draw light in. This swords handle is craved from a white wood grounding the blade so that the whispers don't draw the user in. The other blade is pearlescent white and as it slashes through the air a song can be heard coming from it. This swords handle is craved from an ebony wood and shields the user from the enchanting song. In all this time, they have never dulled and never halted their own tunes.
_{Smoke Bombs, Flash Bombs, Daggers, Poison Needles, etc.}

Weapon Power
While each blade holds its own unique power, they also effect their users on a physical level. The passing of time no longer effect them, stopping their aging process in its tracks as well as providing enhanced strength and durability. These effects however will fade away if the users stops using/carrying the swords after a long period of time.
The Whispering Blade (Black/Yin) can sever pieces of shadows from others and be absorbed by the blade giving the user the ability to know where the person is at all times and shift into their physical appearance.
The Chorus Blade (White/Yang) gives the user the ability to mimic others' voices if they have spoken near the blade. The blade can also produce a hypnotic song if the user knows how which can lull enemies to sleep if the targets are unaware.
The user can only mimic while the sword is sheathed, once it is pulled from the sheath the mimic disappears. If the user kills someone with one of the blades, depending on the blade that slays them their soul is absorbed and either sent to a place of pure bliss or torment. Consequently, the absorbed soul can provide the user with access to either their voice or physical form until the user releases the souls to their right place (heaven or hell).

Weaknesses
Even though she can take hits most humans can’t and live, she is still only human and can thus be killed/harmed like any other.

Likes
• Tea
• Noodles Dishes
• Rain
• Fighting
• Luxury
• Traveling
• Honesty

Dislikes
• Snow
• Orders
• Death Of Loved Ones
• Loneliness
• Vulnerability
• Those Praying On The Weak
• Remembering The Past

Current Residence
Chinatown, NYC

Backstory
Jiang has been alive since ancient China, which time period exactly she couldn’t say and no longer knows. She can’t even remember how old she is anymore since she stopped counting after awhile. In the beginning, she was just the daughter of a blacksmith, a profession passed down the line one son after the next. She was expected to do the same as all women from that time, find a husband from a respectable family, continue another families legacy while her brother carried on their own family name. Fate seemed to have different plan however, as the king needed more able bodied men and her brother’s lack of interest in the family business had him joining the army. While he was given Yin and Yang for protection, the swords did not chose him and ultimately did not give him the extra protection they could provide. He was lost to battle a few years after joining, her parents were obviously devastated and now all the pressure was on her to find a suitable match with the swords to be placed with her dowry. A woman didn’t need a weapon let alone two after all.

Jiang was miserable as all her prospects repulsed her and she didn’t wish to be married off. Each day seemed closer and closer to the day that what little freedom she possessed would be snatched from her. She thought about running away but then where would she go, what would she do? Selling herself wasn’t an option she would agree to and being property wasn’t all that appealing either. Her mother kept telling her that she would learn to love her husband but that isn’t the life she wanted. She struggled with what to do when the choice was made for her as bandits attacked her village. Her father was slain before he could even reach for the swords and Jiang just reacted, grabbing them and weakly standing her ground but she heard it. The swords tune, the whispering call and the siren chorus rang out to her to speak their power. That night was the first time she spilled blood and gathered souls to use for her own advantage. Jiang would be presumed dead by her mother even with no body found and she would pretend to be another. If she has to live as a man in public so that she could have a peaceful life than so be it.

She slowly made her way through the ages, be it as a soldier, a thief, a hunter, or even a bandit. Jiang learned as much as she could and made herself a master. She made herself a ghost and a weapon. She made herself into the fears and nightmares of others so they wouldn’t dare be near or ask for her presence. Every once and awhile someone became brave asking for either her assistance or an enemy came to test themselves. Some made it out alive, others were not so lucky. She has mostly been forgotten but there are a few that still believe in legend and seek her or the swords out for themselves. Currently, Jiang lives in Chinatown as it somewhat reminds her of home even though she has enough money to afford somewhere much more luxurious. She will take odd bounty jobs here and there or grant favors in return for something she wants. Sides don’t matter to her as she seen many a fight come and go. Everything will eventually fade and she will still be here stuck in time.

Special Skills
• Master of Swordsmanship
• Material Arts Master
• Archery
• Singing
• Silk Weaving
• Horse Riding
• Survival Skills

Other

《 H.E.R.O. 2064 》

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: ”Innocuous” Warehouse Interactions: Collab with @Mintz, Beth @sassy1085, ‘Strong Boy’ @canaryrose ______________________________________________________________________________________

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‘What am I implying? Sheesh, I wonder…’ Was the first thought to run through Leon’s head as he chose to defuse the situation on his own terms. Seriously, the girl’s just been running around helping all these drama dropouts instead of doing the actual mission? Either she seriously thought they were in danger, or she’s an idiot. Surprisingly, Leon felt inclined to believe neither of these feelings.

When she teased him by reflecting his statement, Leon couldn’t help but give a derisive snort and a smirk. “Deflection’s not the best look on you, sweet stuff.” He gave her with a small wink. “But if you have to know, then…” Giving a small tilt of the head, a mischievous look crossed his face. “Think of me as the good luck charm here. I’m around, so you can be certain things’ll end up how we want.”

However, when Nilin went straight into a cutting retort on his haste to accuse her, his ego was a tad bruised. She might have a point on that...So Leon decided he’d keep his mouth shut and let her explain. For now. However, when she began pointing out where she supposedly saw SSV heading and gave her plan for how they should proceed, it left a nagging doubt in Leon’s head.

He ended up getting distracted in his train of thought when Sparkles finally spoke up again, having sorted themselves out after he freed them from the cruel grip of science fashion. “You have a point, they don’t seem wise enough to have backup. Much less the sort of backup that’d get the drop on me…” A bite of resentment reaches through his statement, no doubt bitter about the embarrassment of being blinded by a lab coat. “Also, for the record, Sparkles, I’m very focused on the mission, though I’m not sure we can say the same about some others…” He says, giving a sideways glance at Nilin….Before he takes another swig of his soda. Yes, very focused.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that count. At best, it’s two versus….Four?” Leon was going to say three, until a blondie built like a brick wall but dressed for a fuckin’ press conference walks onto the scene, starts asking about SSV (at least, he assumed. That dumbass vigilante is a GIRL?...Pretty impressive voice modulator then, Leon’d have to admit), and introduces himself rather unconvincingly as ‘Strong Boy’, or Sam, if they so preferred.

Leon knows he’s not the most aware guy all the time, but this rank of something foul. It didn’t help when he spared a glance back to the way he came in, seeing a bunch of equally crisply dressed Men in Black looking assholes casing the joint. Not suspicious at all.

He spared his two companions a glance, catching Beth’s skeptical look. But...Actually, Leon could make this work, as his neutral expression shifted into a grin. “Glad to have you on board, Strong Boy! You came just in time for my plan. No offense to yours, uh…” He suddenly realized he didn’t know this girl’s name. Awkward...Well, without a name to give, he just nods towards her so that the point is made.

“Here’s what I’m-” To his annoyance, a new distraction hit the scene as the ‘pop’ of a smoke bomb was heard, and he whipped around to find the source, flicking back on his phone’s flashlight. It was....The same place she’d popped out of? That feels a bit stupid, no matter which way he cut it. He tried to puzzle together the purpose of that move, but shrugging it off, continued. “Yes. Plan. Sparkles!” He points to her, then over to the smoke clouding the open ventilation. “Fire off some shots into the vent. At best, you hit the target and put her out of commission for us to nab up, and at worst, well...You’ll make sure she definitely isn’t there.”

Oh, he liked giving out orders like this. Maybe he should try being some team leader? Eh, having to boss around all the weirdo heroes that could show up sounds like a pain though. But moving on....”Strong Boy, you can go check out that area.” He points off through the warehouse to...Exactly where Nilin had pointed out. “If ya find nothing, then secure the back entrance of this place to make sure we don’t end up hoodwinked here.”

“And last but not least…” Leon turns his attention back to Nilin, and surprisingly, grinned. “...I think we can both agree that we haven’t seen eye to eye here so far, so why don’t you come with me, and we can make sure neither of us are pulling something, mmm? In fact, I think I have an idea where we can check out…” Between Beth and…’Strong Boy’, the ground floor was pretty covered, but there was a second floor that was currently unexplored. It’d be a safe bet to check up there too.

Her eyes narrowed, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from speaking up and causing another verbal altercation. She would let the small digs at her go when it came to focus because while she appeared to be out of it or unconcerned, she was just focused on a different side of the same mission. Unfortunately, Nilin was now left to wonder where this had gone so wrong for her. She had been so close to keeping everything in her control and now it slipped through her fingers like sand. It was clear that the multiple distractions had left it open for her to lose the reins on the situation, no doubt luck was involved in some way for him, not her this round. Mister Fortunate over here having a strong willed personality didn’t help either since he seemed to be enjoying being in charge and yanking the reins from her.

She wasn’t sure if they were passing luck back and forth at this point or just cancelling each other out which was a possibility. If that was the case, she was more than a bit nervous on how that would affect someone who always had luck on their side to suddenly not be able to have it work as usually intended. Honestly, she didn’t want to have to explain her powers but it seemed as though she might not have a choice. If not for letting him know the possible ramifications to sharing then to inform him that ‘Strong Boy’ wasn’t all that much of a threat in the power department. They all seemed to be reading the room and giving silent signals that this new ‘hero’ wasn’t to be trusted easily enough, spotting a rat a mile away but how the other two went about handling it would change if they or at least one of them were aware of the truth.

In all honesty, it was clear he didn’t think she herself was being truthful or trustworthy with the direction he had sent Sam on which meant he might not even believe her if she spoke the truth but at least he couldn’t blame her later for not speaking up. She was still nervous about Beth using her powers in here but at least the vent was high enough away from the chemical mess that it shouldn’t be an issue, plus luck was on their side right? She could only hope Sol was working on another way out of here for their new friend. Her eyebrow raised as he turned to her to give instructions, the grin throwing her off a bit until he spoke and she found herself wanting to sigh in annoyance. ’Ah, so that’s how it is…’, she thought, realizing he was going to stick to her like glue and limit her as a problem. The keep your friends close and enemies closer kind of deal. It meant anything she tried would have to be sneakier or a fight would be the only way to assist should they find Sol or SSV. ”Fine by me. Lead the way, pretty boy.”, Nilin stated, showing that she was willing to join him in his plan. She could let him know about her powers and Sam once they were a bit further from listening ears.

Wow. She took that better than Leon expected. His grin softened into a smile, honestly pleased. “Grand. In that case,” As he begins to step away to the nearest way up a level, he turns back to Beth and Sam. “You two be sure to hold the fort down, eh?” Giving a cheesy grin and a wink to Sparkles, they head up a flight of stairs...And as soon as they’re out of eye and earshot of their good friend Strong Boy, Leon whips around to Nilin.

“Alright, first of all, yeah, Strong Boy’s probably here to….I don’t know, murder Scythe or something, but he’s definitely untrustworthy. I also saw some fellow goons outside giving a look-over of the warehouse. So yeah, we’re probably getting deep into shit….More than we already are.”

Before she responded, however, he gave one interjection before he flipped his phone open to proceed with the next step. “Also, name’s Leon. Be sure to remember it.” Opening his Phone app, he quickly dialed in a number seemingly at random, and sent them a message...Which, it turned out, was Beth’s phone.

‘hey its Leon’

After a short pause in his texting, Leon suddenly realizes he never introduced himself to Sparkles either. Though who can blame him? Most people he meets already know him, his hero biz is new territory, and also very annoying territory. Regardless, he pushed on.

‘Guy you’ve been fighting the dumbass vigilante with. Need you to keep an eye on our new stranger bud. He’s got friends outside, but clearly he has a brick for brains. Just make sure he doesn’t actually find anything, and if he pulls some shit, blow him up. Also maybe check up on the fish guy, he might be a decent extra set of hands. Think he’s still on the floor after getting bola’d.’

Another pause, this time for Leon to check the silence of the warehouse. After he was sure nothing horrible had happened after the message, he gave his last one.

‘if things get ugly call’

With that, he closed his messages, returning his full attention to Nilin (and readying his flashlight once more; shit was dark, man).”Just finished giving Sparkles a heads up, so we should be good to go.”

Nilin gave a backwards wave to the other two as she followed him up the stairs, seemingly relaxed with one of her hands in her pocket but she was gently grasping one of her daggers hidden there. They had just made it out of view and hearing range when suddenly, he whipped around causing her to tense and her grip to tighten, almost yanking out her dagger as she thought he might have noticed something she hadn’t. His next words made her relax, thanking her luck that she hadn’t pulled her knife on him because of that sudden movement. This guy was determined to give her some kind of heart attack or something. She had about to speak up to agree with him on his assessment and give her warnings when he cut her off before she had even started. Nilin literally found herself blinking with a slightly slacked jaw, completely startled to have a name to go with him but also….really? Now? Now was the right time for that? At least he was right, that was certainly memorable but she wanted to facepalm.

Leon’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts and she nodded softly, ”Good, I’m glad she is updated but we needed to talk about ‘Strong Boy’ and something else concerning my powers since it might end up affecting you.” She stepped forward, snagging his phone and opening the contacts before placing her name and information in it just in case they needed to split up. She shoved it back into his hands as she passed by him, glancing over her shoulder once she got a few steps away. She gave a sweet smile and with a soft tone that didn’t seem to match her words as she spoke up once more, ”Also, Leon, don’t tell me what to do.”

Leon, for his part in the matter, was left stunned as she snagged away his precious device, shoved it back with her contact info (sweet!), and most jarringly of all...Told him off. It was all he could manage to blink a few times, and only give a nod, the vaguest confirmation that her words reached his head.

Delbrook Academy High School

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______________________________________	______________________________________________________________________________________ Location: Lacrosse Field; Southern Momma's Funnel Cakes Interactions: Daniel Murphy@Moro ______________________________________________________________________________________

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At the tug on her sleeve, Charlotte spun around giving a dazzling smile, her eyes glittering with excitement over not only the sweets she was waiting for but also because she had been hoping Lydia had finally arrived and found her somehow in this massive crowd. It faded slowly to a polite ‘model’ smile though as she came face to face with someone she didn’t know or at least she didn’t think she knew. The confusion must have been visible on her features as he quickly shook his head, slightly stepping to the side to show the individual behind him, causing her eyebrow to raise as she locked eyes with dark brown ones. She felt a blush trying to form since this guy was practically dripping charm just by giving a friendly smile in her direction and even if it wasn’t for that, his appearance was enough to give her interest though looks aren't everything. She knew more than a few models that had a pretty face but with a personality as foul as a pile of freshly laid crap. Charlotte opened her mouth to ask if there was something he needed when he beat her the punch on being the first one to speak.

"Long time no see, Charlie."

She blinked once, her mind completely short circuiting for a moment as she tried to catch up to the words he spoke before her thoughts instantly landed on the simple phrase, Oh, shit. Now she was practically panicking on the inside, her mind scrambling to come up with an explanation on who the hell this was because honestly did not recognize him. Charlotte wanted to say he seemed familiar somehow but couldn’t pinpoint a single place that came to mind and she wasn’t being supplied a name either. She was now regretting her decision to half ass listen during homeroom and completely ignoring the assembly because either one of those could have given a hint. She knew the moment of silence stretching between them was growing more awkward by the second but the forced smile she tried to give had accidently made it worse. ”Oh, um, hey….you…”, she nervously replied, which in hindsight was not helping her case here. She took a deep breath and ran a hand over her face at the stupid comment she made before continuing, ”Sorry, sorry, that was lame…um..”. Charlotte sighed before looking back up to him from between her fingers and then to the dude in between them as she dropped her hand. ”Wanna trade spots?”, she asked. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” he answered before switching with her so she and the mystery man could be next to each other.

She crossed her arms gently, her fingers nervously tapping a rhythm against her arm before speaking up, regret in her tone. ”I’m really sorry to ask but who are you? I know this sounds so rude because you obviously know me and while you seem kind of familiar I just can’t seem to remember who you are.” Charlotte was honestly praying the ground would swallow her up or someone would interrupt to have mercy on her because she currently felt like a complete dumbass in front of a hot guy which she just had to tell straight up, he wasn’t important to remember or be on her radar which was insane because he was up her alley so far unless he turned out to be an asshole so maybe that why she forgot? She usually told those kinds to shove it and get lost though so why would he be so friendly if that was the case? This was confusing and just not how she pictured her first encounter without Lydia to go.

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Aria Holbrook

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x x Aria's life had been simple until that night. She went to local schools through her young life and got good grades. She had done a few stupid things as most teens do while they learn themselves and try out the new but nothing too extreme. Her parents were always patient and kind even with her blunders, it probably came naturally to them as they were both teachers. It had been the reason for their meeting and the start of a loving relationship. Aria might be a bit bias but she had never seen a pair more in love. No one would have thought they would have the fate they did. They had all been out to the movies, heading home with excited talk of what they had all seen together. It was just a split second. A screech of tires, the justling, cries, pain, and the darkness fading in. She didn’t remember how many times she flittered in an out of consciousness, trapped and helpless while unable to focus. Aria's head felt heavy, a ringing in her ears and an unfocused gaze when her eyes opened to the harsh light that just made her want to close them again. The air smelled sterile, the bed though somewhat comfy was not her own and the clothes felt strange as it took her fogged brain a moment to take in that she was in a hospital bed. What happened? She didn't know. Why were her parents not waiting next to her? Was it past visiting hours? Were they hurt too? Panic flooded in, the sound of screeching tires stuck on her mind and she went to stand but instead she found a tube in her throat and her muscles weak, barely even able to move which caused her to freak as she tried to alert a nurse. A nurse rushed to her side, placing her back into the bed properly as she called for a doctor though Aria could only feel frustrated with the action. She didn't want a doctor. She wanted to see her parents and know if they were okay. They had waited on her, making sure she was comfortable now that she was awake. It had come to her knowledge that she had been in a coma for almost a year now. Her parents, that had been her first and only question. It had been like the world stopped when she found out while she was not the only survivor, her mom still in a coma while her dad had passed away. She didn't get a chance to say goodbye or even see it coming. Never again would she see him smile or do something to make her roll her eyes or pout in protest. Never would she hear his voice or do something to make them laugh. He wouldn't see her graduate. He wouldn't be there for her future as she had always imagined. As it was, her mom might not even be there for those moments either, the pain almost worse that she was still there but not. Aria sucked in a breath she didn't know she had been holding and cried. No shame in who saw or heard her agony as her tears poured down her face. She felt utterly alone. The only one left was a distant relative she had never heard of, in a place far from home. She finished up her last few months in homeschooling and the settlement from the family that caused the accident was at least enough to keep up with her mothers hospital bills. She knew it was hard to be around her as she seemed to be walking corpse and no comforts from friends helped. She had gone to counseling and it had helped her see the possibilities and positives in her life. She visited her mom as often as possible and hoped that one day her eyes would open. The pain dulled a little over time and it was suggested that she try something creative to escape too. She had found that in photography. She captured beautiful scenes or shared moments of others and maybe one day, those memories with her mom. She would make up stories about her unknown muses. It wasn't long before no only did she want to just capture but create. She switched her focus of being a teacher like her parents before her and started down the path of photography and art. It had finally brought a bit of joy and she wanted to share it with everyone. She wanted to be a great artist and it gave her a passion to focus on. With all the emotional toll, she took some time for herself after high school, starting college later than most which was kind of an embarrassment but what can you do? She took time to support her health both mental and physical, be closer to her mom, got a tattoo on her wrist of one crow flying in the distance and one sitting still with a red string between them to represent her parents, and she got used to the scars littered on her body in random places. She worked hard to get into a noteworthy college her freshman year but when OIC opened up to application on scholarships, she took her chance to sign up and hoping to transfer there for freshman year. Aria could hardly believe it when the letter came in for her acceptance and now she is striving to work hard and prove that she deserves to be there.