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Just saw Sonic 3. Looking forward to the next one, already lol
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10 days ago
I found out that Peter Cullen, the voice of Eeyore and Optimus Prime, himself, also provided the vocalizations for the Predator in the first movie. What can't that man do?
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15 days ago
I'm more excited for six days off of work than I am for the birthday I have that week
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Chime just told me my balance has seen better days. Yeah, I get it, I'm poor
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Just finished the last three episodes of Arcane. It was a good finale, but I think I'll need to sleep on it to really figure out how I feel about it
Vincent had opened his mouth to add to the conversation, but stopped when he heard the sound of someone approaching. From the look on the ashen-haired girl's face told him she noticed it, as well. A moment later, the doors opened to reveal another Sidhe. Shortly after she appeared, Poppy seemed to switch gears. Vincent had heard she was the resident medic, so she must have noticed something about the new Sidhe that flipped her switch from 'leader' to 'doctor.' She paused for just a moment to give an order to the stony-faced man, before telling Vincent and Ionna to help out with loading the van. Vincent grinned and said, "Sure thing, boss! We'll be ready to go before by the time you're done."
Before he joined up with the Commune, Vincent had always thought it was easier on his own. Sure, he was a people person, but when he was on his own, the only thing he really had to worry about was gathering enough blood beads for himself. He figured the resources a group would need, combined with the possibility of infighting, made it seem like more trouble than it was worth. It was more on a whim, combined with the desire to sleep in a warm bed, that Vincent had bothered joining the group at Crow's Nest. After he saw how well everyone seemed to get along, though, he found that his reservations had started to abate, even though so little time had passed.
He was shaken from his musings when he heard Dallas' name and quickly scanned the room. As new as he was, he still had yet to learn everyone's name, so when he found the source of the voice, a young ashen-haired girl, talking to an older, serious-looking man, he figured they must be Ionna and Dallas, respectively. He took a moment to look down at Lys, whom he was still standing next to, and winked at her before he pushed away from the telescope. When he approached Dallas and Ionna, he said, "Alright, looks like I'm all yours. Sooner we get this done, sooner I get to have some fun!"
The impacts, dulled by the closed door, sounded out into the main hall of the Crow's Nest, audible to anyone who happened to walk past. Inside, Vincent's fists slammed into the worn leather of his punching bag as he got his morning workout in. He was a recent addition to the group, having joined up just the day before, yet he had been quick to make himself at home, which would be obvious to anyone who saw the pile of clothes that had already somehow accumulated in the corner. The thought of being part of a team was still weird to him, but if it gave him a decent bed and a roof over his head, he'd work with the Lost if he had to.
It was during a break in his workout that he heard the gathering call. "Well, first day and it looks like I'm already gonna get some action," he mused. He quickly cleaned himself and threw on one of his cleaner shirts, a black sleeveless shirt, before he stepped out of his room. Given that he still had yet to get his bearings, he watched as some of his new comrades headed toward the rear of the building and followed suit. When he entered the room, he listened to Erik's explanation of what their job was, then looked up at the towering telescope when he heard Lys invite those interested to take a look. Eager to see what they (read: he) was up against, Vincent walked over and looked through the eyepiece. When he saw the Lost horde, he let out a low whistle and grinned.
"Yeah, I've got a question," he replied as he lifted his eye away from the telescope. He leaned against it, his tattooed right arm resting against the cold metal, and asked, "When do we head out? I'm excited to knock some Lost heads together!"
Sol and Luna had just been about to enter the school when the former stopped and, in turn, brought Luna to a stop next to him. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he had gotten caught up in his girlfriend's excitement and it had slipped his mind that he was going to meet Eri at the front gate to show her around. "Something wrong?" Luna asked.
"No, nothing's wrong," Sol said as he turned to his girlfriend, "but I've got someone I need to meet up with. I promised her I'd show her around, since she's new. If you want, you can go check out the clubs and I'll meet up with you later."
Luna thought for a moment, then gave her boyfriend one of her trademarked grins. "Nah, they're not going anywhere," she said. "Besides, the more's the merrier, right? Maybe all three of us can find a club!" It wasn't that she didn't trust her boyfriend, given that he had mentioned meeting up with another girl. Luna knew she had nothing to worry about in that respect. She simply enjoyed meeting new people and if this girl was able to get her boyfriend, one of the least sociable people she knew, to take the initiative and offer to show her around, then Luna definitely had to meet her.
Sol smiled and squeezed Luna's hand before the couple turned away from the door. They made the trek from the parking lot to the main gate of the school and found Eri standing off to the side, headphones on her head and her back to them. Sol guided Luna around toward the periphery of Eri's vision, not wanting to startle her, and continued to approach her. When he and Luna were within arm's reach, Sol spoke up, "I'm sorry we kept you waiting, Eri. We just got here not too long ago."
The day began for Sol like any other: up at first light, a shower, followed by brushing his teeth, then he'd spend a few minutes browsing through the news on his phone as he cooked breakfast. All the while, his girlfriend, Luna, would still be sound asleep in their shared bed. Even when they were young, she was never one to wake easily and Sol had quickly learned it was usually better to let her sleep and wake up on her own. Which was usually when she smelled breakfast cooking.
A few moments after he returned to the stove, he heard the soft sound of Luna's bare feet on the floor of their apartment and soon felt her arms wrap around his middle from behind. "Murnin'..." she muttered sleepily as she rested her head on Sol's shoulder.
"Morning to you, too," Sol replied as he rested his head against Luna's. "Got a bit of an earlier start on breakfast than usual. I figured you might have forgotten about sch--"
"Don't say it," Luna grumbled. "You know I'm allergic to that word." She then let out a yawn and let go of her boyfriend. "I'm gonna go clean up and get dressed," Luna said as she trudged back down the hall toward the bathroom. By the time her shower was finished and she had dressed in her clothes for the day, Luna was awake, alert, and, despite how she felt about classes starting back up, she was excited to get the day started. While she knew classes wouldn't start until tomorrow, she was excited to see old friends, make new ones, and improve her abilities.
She and Sol spent the next while eating breakfast while they chatted about this and that until the time came. The couple set their dishes in the sink to be washed later, put their shoes and jackets on, and left their apartment. The drive to school only took ten minutes, so in no time at all, Sol and Luna found themselves back on campus. They left the parking lot and Luna stretched her arms over her head. "So," she said as she dropped her arms and laced her fingers with Sol's, "wanna go check out the clubs? We're here early enough, I bet we could find one we can both join!"
Sol squeezed Luna's hand and gave her a quiet smile. "Sounds like a plan," he replied as they made their way toward one of the main walkways.
"At least, I feel like a 26. Probably a hell of a lot older, though."
| APPEARANCE |
"Damn, who's that handsome bastard?"
| PERSONALITY |
Eager to fight - Passionate - Bit of a skirt chaser - Stubborn - Impatient - Unwaveringly loyal - Kind (in his own way) to his allies
"Hey, if this is the world we gotta live in, I'm gonna enjoy it as much as I can!"
| BLOOD TYPE |
AB - Vincent's blood type gives him enhanced strength and stamina, even when compared to some other Revenants who share the same blood type. While he enjoys using the biggest weapons he can get his hands on, he's also been known to fight bare-handed, as reckless as it might be. That said, in times when he had lost his weapon, he's been able to match some of the larger Lost in strength. His energy is red with flickers of orange, similar to a flame.
"One of these days, I'll be able to throw one of those things!"
| BACKGROUND |
Due to his reckless fighting style, Vincent has dispersed so many times that his memory had been rendered nonexistant, scattered throughout the world as vestiges. This fact never seems to bother him, though a single, stubborn fragment seems intent on never fading away: the name "Erica." Over the decades since the Great Collapse, to the best of his memory, Vincent had been traveling here and there, clearing out Lost for settlements in exchange for blood.
"I was once asked if I wanted to find my vestiges. Why bother? If I forgot it, it wasn't worth remembering in the first place. Long as I remember my name, I don't see a problem!"
| SKILLS / EQUIPMENT |
- Due to his penchant for losing weapons, Vincnent makes due with whatever he can get his hands on, usually a large chunk of concrete attached to rebar or an abandoned weapon. This versatility has given him a rather flexible fighting style.
- He also carries a dead smartphone around with him. He isn't sure why, but the one thing he's sure of is that it's the one thing he couldn't bear to lose.
- Even for a Revenant, Vincent is surprisingly durable.
- In the event he loses his weapon, Vincent always wears a pair of studded leather gloves. In most other people's hands, they would be vastly inferior to other weapons, but thanks to Vincent's enhanced strength, they're just as viable an option as a sword or hammer.
- While reckless, Vincent isn't completely stupid. While it may look unassuming, the black coat he wears is incredibly durable, offering above average protection against physical damage.
"Also makes a good pillow when it's wadded up."
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |
- His recklessness, as stated before, has caused him to disperse before and may end up doing so again, or worse.
- Vincent has spent so long on his own that the idea of working with other people is foreign to him. That said, if someone were to become close with him, he would give his life to protect them.
- Vincent is almost useless to any problem that requires a lot of thinking.
"It's not that I'm stupid, I just prefer the more fun options."
| NOTES |
- He's a surprisingly (especially to him) good cook
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "From the way he carries himself, the guy seems like he'd be a decent fighter. Other than that, he seems like a pretty good guy! Can't tell if he knows the meaning of the word 'relax' all that well, though."
Dallas
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "I like this guy! I saw him training earlier and he really knows his way around that axe! I'll have to see if he'll let me take a swing or two with it, sometime."
Ionna
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "Kid's stupid strong for her size. Hell, she might be stronger than me! But that strength doesn't mean shit if she doesn't know how to use it. I might have to give her some pointers, sometime."
Ajax
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "I don't think I've ever seen so many weapons on one person."
Akaia
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "She's too fucking quiet. Nothing wrong with that at all, I just feel like I should put a bell on her or something in case she walks up behind me."
Lysandra
♥️🤍🤍🤍|❤️🔥 (Potentially) "Hey, I'm not ashamed to admit when someone's smarter than me. This girl? Definitely smarter than me. Her robots are cool, too!"
Vincent
❤️🔥 "Hey, that's me!"
Desmond
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "Seems like a nice guy. I like his...what did he call it? Glaive? That thing."
Cerise
♥️♥️🤍🤍 "Can't say I expected to find someone so...bright in this world. Not that that's a bad thing, though."
Poppy
♥️🤍🤍🤍 "Always good to have a doctor. Let her know I'm sorry in advance for all the visits she'll be getting from me!"
Sean Anderson
| AGE |
32
| APPEARANCE |
Sean is of average height, 5'9", with short, perpetually wild dark hair, ardent green eyes, and a lithe, toned build. His most notable feature is his bionic right arm, which hides a multitude of tools and a hidden blade in the forearm. He normally wears jeans, a t-shirt, and boots. In the field, he also wears linothorax, torso armor made of layers of woven cloth glued together.
| PERSONALITY |
Tactical - Extroverted - Genius
| BACKGROUND |
Sean was born in a shelter that had been reserved for those from the higher rungs of society; doctors, scientists, politicians, and people with so much money that it was disgusting. His parents were physicists, which gave rise to not only his passion for the field, but also an almost ravenous appetite for learning. Physics, medicine, technology; whenever Sean came across a subject that caught his interest, he made it his mission to learn as much about it as he could.
It was this passion that eventually led to his recruitment in the provisional government's R&D division, where he spent most of his time studying revenants, the BOR parasite, and the lost. Over time, however, Sean began to realize he had lost his motivation to continue working for them. While the lab and almost limitless funds were nice, he felt he could only learn so much in a controlled setting and that his place was out in the field. He had tried to get permission through the proper channels numerous times, but was refused each time, since the government didn't want to risk losing him.
A few bribes here, a blackmail or two there, however, and Sean was able to get what he wanted.
- Genius-level intellect: While specialized in physics and chemistry, he also has extensive knowledge in medicine, bionics, and several other fields
- Being artificial, his right arm can be used as a defensive tool, as well as offensive with a blade hidden in the topside of his forearm, a small caliber, single-shot firearm on the underside, and retractable knuckle studs.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |
- Being human, Sean is squishy, especially in comparison to revenants and Sidhe and it takes longer for him to heal when wounded.
- While Sean has taken steps to protect it from the elements, his arm still requires routine maintenance to remain functional.
- Sean only has limited knowledge of hand-to-hand combat. While he is equipped for it, Sean relies on his mind to outsmart a physically superior opponent. Failing that, the best he can do is hold out until help arrives, if it does.
- Sean is a smoker. While he doesn't smoke enough to hamper his physical abilities too much, at most one cigarette a day, if he goes too long without a smoke, he'll grow irritable, restless, and lose focus more easily.
| NOTES |
The more veteran members of the Commune may know him. Throughout his travels, Sean sells his vast array of skills and knowledge in exchange for supplies, so he may have visited the Commune a few times over the years.
He has a tendency to swear in Irish when frustrated.
Name: Sol Luminos Nicknames/Aliases: N/A Home Location: South Minks Age: 18 Grade: 12 Year of Attendance: 4th
Gender Identity: Cis male Race: Human Natural/Racial Abilities: Innate pyrokinesis. Sol was born with the innate ability to produce and control fire, an ability that was awoken after an incident in his childhood. Height: 5'7" (170cm) Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Amber by default Distinguishing Features: His eye color changes depending on his emotional state. Appearance: Sol stands slightly shorter than average height for a man at 5'7". He has long, black hair that's usually tied back in a ponytail. His skin is on the fairer side and he has a lean, toned physique. His most striking feature are his amber eyes, which change depending on his emotional state. In order from a depressive state to an emotionally charged state: black, red, amber (default), yellow, white, blue. He wears a red jacket with black trim, a black hoodie underneath, and blue jeans with black boots. He wears a necklace with a crescent moon that pairs with his girlfriend's necklace.
Personality: In a word, Sol isn't an excitable person. He's a very calm, level-headed individual that thinks before he acts, carefully weighing his options before choosing the most optimal choice. He's the type of person who is at his happiest (excluding being with his girlfriend) with a good book or an opportunity to practice music or artwork. While it takes a lot to upset Sol, it isn't impossible and in the rare instances it happens, things tend to catch fire, which is something Sol desperately wants to fix. Aspirations: To master his power and make it through school without burning anything down by accident. Fears: His biggest fear is losing control of his power and hurting someone again, especially his girlfriend.
Strengths: Intelligent, pseudo-flight with his pyrokinesis, skilled with the violin Weaknesses/Flaws: Has a tendency to overthink, loses control of his power if he gets too upset, might seem cold to some people
Magic Type: Natural: Innate Pyrokinesis. Sol can produce and manipulate flames to a varying degree. The strength of his powers varies with his emotional state, his lowest producing only smoke. On the opposite side of the spectrum, when he feels something like rage or another powerful emotion, he's capable of creating his hottest flames: the nearly impossible to control blue flames. Magical Focus: Sol wants to learn to control his abilities at their most powerful. As it stands, he has complete mastery over his flames up to the yellow stage. White flames are difficult to control, but manageable, while his cobalt flames are all but impossible to keep a handle on.
History: Sol grew up comfortably. His family was rather middle of the road: not too rich, not too poor. They were able to afford everything they needed to get by, along with a few luxuries, such as Sol's beloved violin. Sol's parents, alumni from Anepool Academy, had a somewhat successful restaurant, in which Sol had discovered a passion for cooking, in addition to his love of music. Life was good for the Luminos family and Sol was happy.
One day, Sol and his family had to go into North Minks to visit Sol's uncle and aunt. They had parked at a red light when he noticed a young girl about his age walking down the street. While he was young, only about twelve, he understood enough to know that North Minks could be dangerous for anyone, including children, so he mentioned it to his parents. They turned around to offer her a ride, only for hell to break loose in the form of a minor extra-dimensional incursion.
A creature had appeared from a rift in space and began to wreak havoc. Sol's parents jumped out of the car after making him promise to stay inside and ran off to help, using their magic to keep the creature at bay until help could arrive. The entire time, Sol was focused on the young girl as she tripped while trying to get away, whom he noticed seemed to have animal ears on her head in addition to a tail, both of which matched her white hair. Then...she looked at him. Sol could see the silent plea for help in her eyes and, before he could stop himself, he was out of the car and running to her. He had just reached her and was helping her to her feet when the creature took notice of them and charged.
As the creature charged, Sol suddenly found himself filled with intense rage as his eyes shifted to a startling blue. How dare this creature appear and ruin his day with his family? How dare it cause so much damage? And how dare it try to hurt this girl? He let out a yell as azure flames leapt to life all around him. They grew in intensity until a cobalt inferno raged around him. The creature suddenly stopped and backed off, sensing the danger of the flames that crackled around Sol. The young boy, not knowing what else to do or how to get the flames to do his bidding, decided to try to keep the fire going as long as he could...until he heard the girl scream.
He turned and saw her scrabbling for her back, which had caught fire. Horror replaced Sol's rage and the flames died almost instantly as he staggered over to the girl, suddenly exhausted. The creature, now that the danger had passed, began to approach once more, only to quickly be brought down by the authorities. What happened next, Sol wouldn't be able to remember as he passed out.
After he awoke, his first thoughts were of that girl. After learning she had been admitted to the hospital, he practically begged his parents to let him see her. When he saw her laying on her stomach in the hospital bed, bandages wrapped around her torso, he couldn't help but cry, distraught over having harmed the girl. However, rather than be angry at Sol for being the reason why she got hurt, she was nothing but thankful, as were her parents. "I can live with a burn if it means I get to live at all," the girl had said.
From there, one visit became two, then three, then many more after she had been released from the hospital. Years passed, during which the girl had discovered her power to control ice, and the two of them were admitted to Anepool Academy. They became friends for a time, then began dating, and as their last year at the academy drew closer, they had even rented an apartment together. And now, the young couple eagerly look forward to the next chapter of their lives after graduation.
Anything else?
-To afford their apartment, both Sol and his girlfriend work at the Luminos restaurant part-time. Sol handles cooking.
-While it isn't his favorite past-time, Sol does enjoy the odd video game here and there. His favorite genres are RTS and RPG
-Sol can play the violin, piano, and guitar, as well as similar instruments
Name: Luna Arctica Nicknames/Aliases: N/A Home Location: North Minks Age: 18 Grade: 12 Year of Attendance: 4th
Gender Identity: Cis female Race: Mutant (wolfkin) Natural/Racial Abilities: Enhanced hearing, sight, and smell gives her superior tracking abilities. Height: 5'9 (175cm) Hair Color: White Eye Color: Silver Distinguishing Features: Her wolven ears and tail tend to stand out the most. Other than that, her white hair at a young age is rather striking. Appearance: While her boyfriend is somewhat shorter than average, Luna is quite a bit taller, standing at 5'9" with a slender build that's well-toned due to her passion for fighting. She has shoulder-length white hair that always looks to be in a disheveled state, pointed wolf ears and a matching, fluffy tail. She wears a black leather jacket with a white undershirt, distressed/torn jeans, and she always carries around a pair of gloves just in case she finds herself involved in a fight. On her back is a rather large burn scar from a childhood incident. She wears a necklace with a sun pendant that her boyfriend's necklace fits into.
Personality: Luna is the type of person to wear her heart on her sleeve and she'll never shy away from letting someone know exactly what's on her mind. Unlike her boyfriend, she has a short temper and tends to solve her problems with brute force, metaphorically and enthusiastically literally. That said, she is by no means unkind. She's more patient with people she likes and tends to get angry for the sake of others rather than herself. Otherwise, she's friendly unless given a reason not to be. Aspirations: Luna has never really put much thought in what she wants from the future. She's the type of girl to take things as they come and she'll be happy so long as she's with her shining sun. Fears: Losing her boyfriend. And bugs.
Strengths: Literal strength, quick on her feet, rarely hesitates Weaknesses/Flaws: Tends to jump in without thinking, angers easily
Magic Type: Natural: Innate Cryokinesis: Luna can produce and manipulate ice.
Personal: Learned physical enhancement: Luna can enhance her strength, speed, and durability.
Magical Focus: Since Luna has more or less mastered her cryokinesis, she wants to focus on magic that enhances her physical attributes, always wanting to improve so she can keep her beloved safe and enjoy any fights she might get into to their fullest.
History: Though she grew up in North Minks, Luna had a happy childhood. Her mother, an accomplished ex-boxer, worked the night shift at a convenience store and her father worked days in construction, so it wasn't often that she saw them both together, but even from a young age, she understood they were doing what they could to keep a roof over her head. She didn't like it at times, but she understood, and it helped her learn to be independent.
From an early age, given where they lived, Luna's parents felt it important that she learn how to defend herself. Shortly after she started school, her mother taught her boxing and was surprised at how her young daughter took to it like a duck to water. At her behest, Luna's parents also signed her up for other self-defense classes, all of which Luna quickly took to and which she would incorporate into her own fighting style later on in life.
Then came that day. It was the one day that both of her parents would be home. Her twelfth birthday. Luna had been looking forward to it for weeks, the one day a year that both of her parents would be able to get away from work to spend time with her. At least, that was the plan. When she came home from school that day, she found that only her mother was there. As it turned out, her father had been called to a site at the last minute to help fix a piece of broken machinery. Her mother assured her it wouldn't take long, but young Luna's temper flared. She yelled at her mother before she turned and ran from their apartment. By the time she stopped running, Luna was lost and full of regret.
She had been trying to retrace her steps when the air several feet in front of her shimmered. A moment later, a monster emerged and let out a roar. She turned and tried to run as other people ran toward the monster to hold it back, but she tripped. Her eyes met those of a young boy about her age as he watched from inside of a car. The monster roared and charged toward her. Luna braced herself for the inevitable end, then gasped when the boy suddenly appeared between her and the monster. A blue light surrounded her and the boy as a sea of flames suddenly burst to life. Suddenly, a searing pain bloomed on her back and she screamed, instinctively knowing her back had caught fire. The last thing she saw before she passed out was the boy staggering toward her, a look of profound guilt and anguish on his face.
She woke up a few days later. She was laying in a hospital bed on her stomach, her torso wrapped tightly in bandages. Not long after she came to, her door opened and the boy came in. He immediately started to cry and apologize for hurting her, but she was quick to reassure him. She was nothing but thankful to him. Even if she did get hurt, he had saved her life and that was all that mattered to her.
Over time, she and the boy spent more and more time together. Eventually, she had discovered her power to control ice, something she found incredibly amusing considering the boy's power of fire. Soon after, the pair were accepted into Anepool Academy, which overjoyed Luna since she wouldn't have to be away from her friend. Time passed and they eventually went from being friends to being a couple. When they first admitted their feelings to each other, Luna had realized that if there was one truth in the universe, it was that she never wanted to be apart from her shining sun.
Anything else?
-To afford their apartment, Luna and her boyfriend work part-time at his family's restaurant. With her friendly disposition, she's perfect for waiting tables and taking orders. She also isn't afraid to show out of hand customers the door.
-She loves spicy foods, especially if Sol cooks it.
-She's an avid gamer. She enjoys most genres, but her favorites are fighting games and action RPG's.
-Luna's excellent with kids, practically being a big kid, herself. It isn't uncommon for her to be seen at a park giving kids piggyback rides, hunting for beetles, or playing tag and other children's games.
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