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To the Stars, From Death.

Poor you /totally said in a non-sarcastic way that isn't condescending because text can't really convey this as well as I want it to/ ・゜・(ノД`)

To the Stars, From Death.

Haha yeah, I'd just like to be a bit more informed with what's happening to this place.

To the Stars, From Death.

This site's as screwy as my complex's wifi (¬､¬)

Indigo [Contemporary, Fantasy]

Here's my boy, sorry he's late. My wifi's screwy right now.

Claude Florian Saville

Name: Claude Florian Saville
Spiritual Race: Chosen
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male

Appearance:

Claude stands at 5'5” and he's the shortest boy in his grade. Luckily, he isn't the lankiest as he's got a swimmer's body maintained by routine visits to the pool and weighs in at 134 lbs. Always mindful of his appearance, he makes sure that he looks his best. His tawny hair is styled just so to be orderly in the back and give him a clean cut look in the front even when he ruffles his bangs into orderly chaos. His cloudy gray, upturned eyes give him a dreamy look and eye makeup, except for the occasional eye liner, is not a line he's willing to cross yet. He takes great care to keep his skin blemish free and his “peach bisque” tone intact so he rarely ventures out without sun screen or swims outdoors. Claude's never really considered getting any tattoos or piercings before, but he does think they look cool on people who have them. He enjoys wearing dark outfits with a bright colored accessory or a bright outfit with a dark accessory. The accessory tends to be one of his many neck scarves ranging from satin, silk, polyester, cashmere, whatever he can get his hands on. When the mood hits him, he wears giant hoodies and comfortable sweaters. Claude has sworn passionately that he will never wear hats because they mess up his hair, one of his best features.

Personality:
Positive

Genial; friendly and easily introduces himself to others

Self-assured; has the pride and willingness to do what he wants without faltering

Empathetic; lends an ear to anyone willing to vent and helps them out

Detail-oriented; notices abnormalities and fixes them to make the whole picture better

Negative

Vain; sometimes cares about his appearance too much

Audacious; his friendliness and extroversion seems domineering and very forward

Shameless; doesn't feel the embarrassment or flustered emotions (guilt, etc.) that he should

Meticulous; becomes obsessive in the details and doesn't know when to stop

Background:

Born and raised in Strasbourg, France Claude moved to Union Hill, Texas in his freshman year. His mother, Élise, decided that America would be a great chance to give her son opportunities he would never get if he stayed in France the rest of his life; his father, Luc, said nothing as he had been off gallivanting with different women since Claude was ten. Élise had great credentials as a successful beautician in Strasbourg and saved enough money to take her and her son to a town she pointed to on a map. In America, Claude's mother opened up her own beauty parlor in Union Hill, Texas where Claude worked and helped out in after school and on the weekends. Claude adapted better than expected and his English only had a small accent to it, but he enjoyed the chance to go to America. He was less thrilled when he learned about the area and town he would be living in. He and his mom were liberals and atheists and just so not the Christian Republican ideal of Texas. When he arrived to Union Hill's high school in freshman year, Claude garnered a large group of amicable acquaintances and became a part of a trio with his close friends, Ian and Damon. Though he's not a fan of prejudice, Claude does enjoy using stereotypes to his advantage and gets away with being uncomfortably close to people and what he's heard called “being flamboyantly gay” to which he laughs at because it's called being flamboyantly bisexual in his case.

Abilities: Not available.

To the Stars, From Death.

Did you just make a Zelda reference?

Purple one is Lyx and yellow one is Qyx. Goddamn rhyming names

To the Stars, From Death.

Post is up, not my best and not all that interactive in the beginning but you know, she's back in the group and all that now so it's all good.

To the Stars, From Death.

Listening intently as the others began to say their cause of deaths and names, Wen imagined how they perished. The man named Vincent with the large glasses and worrisome sparkle in his eyes as he casually strolled off the edge of a building, air whooshing by him as he pondered what would become of him after. The curious mind of a philosopher made them do strange things, she supposed. The next woman, Anaïs, a French speaker as well as a shaky English speaker arriving at a new planet after dying slowing from cardiac arrest, maybe by herself or maybe with people to witness her last breath.

She would be able to picture it all in her head. Or not, as the woman in the yellow dress claimed she couldn't remember. Wen couldn't imagine the high-class woman's last moments if she wouldn't even divulge her secrets. Perhaps Ophelia (it was a very pretty name, maybe she died in a not so pretty way) was murdered. She seemed to be wealthy, from what Wen knew of the upper class, they tended to die very personally, from someone apathetic, or not at all. The choices were limited, Ophelia didn't try to tell them (a group of strangers, why would she even want to tell them) and Wen could only think of murder or theft.

The man named William who sneaked away earlier to the stream, only to briefly mention his name and drowning to go back to what killed him on Earth. There had been no fire yet, but Wen wondered how she would react to it if she did; she doubt she could approach her killer with the intent to study it like him. Daniel James Acosta was a helluva name for a guy who looked like he was in some deep emotional pain. He hadn't elaborated on his death as the rest of them had (why, why did she tell them how she died), and he was another blank.

And the last one, Zach with the absent-minded look about him, died from a car crash. She could just see a car careening into his immobile self in the road and his body being flung over the hood. The car would be white, to put the spots of his blood on it into sharp focus. If it was the driver's fault he died, she would have to move the mental picture of him on to the sidewalk; if it was his own fault he was hit, Wen wanted to imagine it was because he ran into the middle of the road to save someone. Yes, she almost grinned, he seemed to be a martyr and a Gryffindor and a self sacrificial death would be perfect for him.

Feeling her lips begin to quirk up, Wen wondered what was wrong with her and wiped all traces of the morbid grin from her face. Strangers in a strange place after her death, it was only natural there would be some effect of it all on her head. It was unfortunate that it brought to the surface latent homicidal intent she hadn't been aware she had.
Hands shoved into her pockets, she wandered away from the group. She had to get their deaths out of her head. Where had the beginnings of a psychopathic killer stemmed from? She strained her neck, searching for somewhere of suitable interest without the social interaction. Not the river, William and Zephyr were there, the group of people she had just left, and there was a possibility that approaching Daniel would result in her laughing in his face if he told her anything about him that hinted at his death.

Spotting the stone pillars a ways off, Wen figured they would be her best bet. Jogging towards the towering outcrop, she skidded to a stop in front of it. Panting lightly, she inspected the grass which shouldn't have had the possibility to make her slip on them until she almost flung herself headfirst at a rock. Alien grass was probably different from Earth grass, she supposed.

She tipped her head back as it was the only way to take in the entire height of the tower. Even at its shortest the pillar was at least three feet above her head. There was nothing peculiar about it at first glance. Not even its height was that interesting. Goddamn it, she ran all the way over for a shitty piece of rock. She leaned against it, catching her breath. Instead of a solid wall, her back sank into the surface. Wide-eyed, Wen slammed her hand against it and it smacked against the rock. When she only applied light pressure to it, imprints of her hands were left on the rock. She amended her thoughts, it wasn't so shitty. Impulsively she grasped a jagged edge jutting out and lightly pulled. As she expected, the rock-turned-putty was squeezed off.

Tossing her mineral sample from hand to hand, she ambled back towards Zephyr who had headed away from the river. The bespectacled woman was gesturing towards what seemed to be glowing orbs in the sky. Eyebrows raised and disbelief not fully set in, Wen got there quick enough to hear the sentient orbs introduce themselves as Qyx and Lyx as well as having them title the planet they were on. Thera was a pretty enough name for the place, even if it sounded Greek and not as otherworldly as she would have assumed.

And the orbs were even their tour guides. How kind of them to be willing to answer all their questions. Getting her question in first, she blurted out, “I died,” she flung her arms in the group's others, “and they died too.” It wasn't so much of a question now that she mulled over it over in her head.

“Why are we here? It's an amazing place, don't misunderstand me. I'd just like to know if there's a reason for being here.” Wen stared directly at Lyx, the purple orb. Qyx made her wary and yellow was never her color.

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Nah, I think it's more trauma being let out in a bad way i.e. not at all.

She's gonna go play with the rocks or something. Writing that up now.

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It's the best I can do with 5 minutes, a mouse, and MS Paint

My post should finally be up in an hour or so. From what I've got written though, I think my girl's a psychopath >.>

To the Stars, From Death.

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Drawing shit

Just look at my art.