Okay. I'll make those adjustments. I was basing the belief that the eggs would be brought due to the large amount of people that would be tested and how it had been done previously, sorry for the misunderstanding.
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Hello! I have placed my character sheet in the tab.
Name: Talas Thassil
Gender: male
Race: Elf
Age: 23
Melee Weapon of Choice: Hand and a half sword
Ranged Weapon of Choice: Elven Long bow
Appearance:
Bio: Born and raised by one of the higher families in Du Weldenvarden, Talas has been surrounded and taught magic from a young age, which he found easy to begin learning. Always interested in the concept and flow of fighting, he has also spent his time practicing that. Still considered a child by many of his race, he has no where near the amount of experience then others of his kind. His family held a small feast prior to his leaving, wishing him luck with finding a dragon that would match with him.
Dragon's Name: Koth
Dragon's Appearance:
Other: His current sword is basic yet elegant in design, and carries the enchantments of many elven tools, but will eventually change to a rider sword that is pure gold in color. He tends to think very highly of himself due to his upbringing.
Gender: male
Race: Elf
Age: 23
Melee Weapon of Choice: Hand and a half sword
Ranged Weapon of Choice: Elven Long bow
Appearance:
Bio: Born and raised by one of the higher families in Du Weldenvarden, Talas has been surrounded and taught magic from a young age, which he found easy to begin learning. Always interested in the concept and flow of fighting, he has also spent his time practicing that. Still considered a child by many of his race, he has no where near the amount of experience then others of his kind. His family held a small feast prior to his leaving, wishing him luck with finding a dragon that would match with him.
Dragon's Name: Koth
Dragon's Appearance:
Other: His current sword is basic yet elegant in design, and carries the enchantments of many elven tools, but will eventually change to a rider sword that is pure gold in color. He tends to think very highly of himself due to his upbringing.
Eli remained in his still position, his fingers tightly wound through his hair, pulling at it slightly. The pain created by this action was small, but assisted in him centering himself back in the present. The flashbacks from a simple touch was painful, and he could feel his enotions reeling. It was hard for him to pull himself back, but he had found, albeit unhealthy, ways of doing so. He was never seen in short sleeves for a reason, he did not wish to discuss his scars.
He started at the feeling of power that filled him, his eyes snapping open and he looked around the room, before focusing on the view of the northern lights. The vibrant colors danced against each other, a natural light show, one he had read about and wished to see in person. He wished to travel the world, to view all the wonders. But alas, here he was, trapped in the institute with others of insane powers and sent to fight monsters. He shook his head, lowering his gaze back to the ground. The wonders of the world did nothing to help him, only wish for what cannot be.
His eyes closed again as the muscles in his back and arms rippled, once again reflecting on how severely the touch of the guard effects him. At least he is able to bring himself back under control in those immediate moments of flashbacks. He drew in a shaky breath, withdrawing himself once again from the world around him. He began slowly capartmentalizing his thoughts, shoving most deep down within his mind to try to avoid thinking about them. However, they always lingered, always in the back of his mind of how he could simply end his suffering.
A frown was pulling at his lips when he was greated by Cynthia, the frown disappearing from his lips and replaced with a neutral look, he opened his eyes. He sat back in the chair, his hands lowering from the hair at the back of his head. He looked at her, a very small, yet slightly genuine smile pulling at his lips. He and Cynthia had an odd relationship. They understood one another, to an extent. He found it easier to speak to her, the times that he felt willing to do so. He cleared his throat slightly," Hi."
His fingers played with the cut of his sleeve, pondering her question briefly before answering, his voice nearly uncannily even, attempting to not reveal much of his emotion about his topic. "Nothing new... per say. I've been doing slightly better, they still don't trust me anywhere without some sort of supervision," His fingers drifted down his sleeve, brushing over his skin as his voice dropped lower," I assume they dislike when we purposely do things to hurt ourselves..." But it's fine if they hurt us... His thoughts interjected his speech, a mildly sour look crossing his face before fading as he continued to speak," how about you? How have you been?"
He started at the feeling of power that filled him, his eyes snapping open and he looked around the room, before focusing on the view of the northern lights. The vibrant colors danced against each other, a natural light show, one he had read about and wished to see in person. He wished to travel the world, to view all the wonders. But alas, here he was, trapped in the institute with others of insane powers and sent to fight monsters. He shook his head, lowering his gaze back to the ground. The wonders of the world did nothing to help him, only wish for what cannot be.
His eyes closed again as the muscles in his back and arms rippled, once again reflecting on how severely the touch of the guard effects him. At least he is able to bring himself back under control in those immediate moments of flashbacks. He drew in a shaky breath, withdrawing himself once again from the world around him. He began slowly capartmentalizing his thoughts, shoving most deep down within his mind to try to avoid thinking about them. However, they always lingered, always in the back of his mind of how he could simply end his suffering.
A frown was pulling at his lips when he was greated by Cynthia, the frown disappearing from his lips and replaced with a neutral look, he opened his eyes. He sat back in the chair, his hands lowering from the hair at the back of his head. He looked at her, a very small, yet slightly genuine smile pulling at his lips. He and Cynthia had an odd relationship. They understood one another, to an extent. He found it easier to speak to her, the times that he felt willing to do so. He cleared his throat slightly," Hi."
His fingers played with the cut of his sleeve, pondering her question briefly before answering, his voice nearly uncannily even, attempting to not reveal much of his emotion about his topic. "Nothing new... per say. I've been doing slightly better, they still don't trust me anywhere without some sort of supervision," His fingers drifted down his sleeve, brushing over his skin as his voice dropped lower," I assume they dislike when we purposely do things to hurt ourselves..." But it's fine if they hurt us... His thoughts interjected his speech, a mildly sour look crossing his face before fading as he continued to speak," how about you? How have you been?"
Eli laid in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He once again couldn't sleep. His fingers picked at some scabs located on his forearm absentmindedly, a habit he had formed over time. It was... oddly calming. It wasn't odd for him to be unable to sleep, he more often then not would have nightmares that would wake him up time and time again. More often then not, he wished that he could for once just not dream, to be able to sleep the full night like a normal person. Not that he was normal, none of the children were. He let out a brief sigh before allowing his eyes to close, bored of the blank wall that he has stared at so many times.
Despite being awake, the incessant, overbearing, high pitched alarm seemed to almost scare Eli, jumping out of bed and to his feet, a mildly wild look in his eyes. A slightly strange look for the boy, his hair at the back of his head was sticking up into the air in a mess, his simple sweatpants and t-shirt wrinkled, mismatched, with his sweatpants beginning to fall off. Gaining awareness of his surroundings, he took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists and releasing. He ran his hands through his hair rapidly, before pulling his pants up completely. He now glanced at the board, feeling all energy drain out of his body. Brilliant... something urgent... something that means having to go out to fight... amazing...
Slowly moving towards his closet, he removed a form fitting black shirt, a pair of black combat pants, and his black boots. All of his movements were slow, as if each required a large amount of effort to complete. He entered his wash room, quickly ridding himself of his night time clothing, and washing his body. Soon after, he dressed and began to fix his hair. It took approximately five seconds. He looked at himself in the mirror, noting the relatively unemotional look in his eyes. He forced a smile onto his face, but alas, his smiles never reached his eyes. Did not prevent him from trying however. Shaking his head, he walking into the center of the room, glancing around, when the guard finally arrived. Eli stared with a vacant expression, regarding the guard his discontent, remaining still even as his door was opened.
The guards gruff voice sounded from under his helmet," To the auditorium 13. Do not make me force you." A glimpse of frustration crossed his eyes before quickly fading. If it was one thing he learned, do not show the guards any weakness. He forced his feet to start moving, carrying himself to the door and began to slowly make his way down the hall. He then felt a sharp nudge to his back, as well as heard the loud statement from the guard," Move faster, 13!"
Eli spun to a stop, now facing the guard, where he practically snarled, rage filling his eyes," Do not touch me!" The guard took a step back, his finger hovering over the option on his controller to give the subduing shot. However, he quickly realized his mistake, and spun back around and started down the hall, struggling to control his breathing, simply desperate to get away from the guard that was following behind him.
He shoved through the door into the auditorium, waves of stress rolling off of him, but grateful that the guard was leaving. He barely glanced around, taking slight inventory of the people here, before placing himself in a seat away from others, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground in front of him, slowly gaining back control of his thoughts. He hated himself. He hated he couldn't stand to be touched. Why couldn't his brain just think right. Why was it so difficult for him to go through simple processes for everyone else. A deep, shaky breath rattled him, his eyes closing shut, but keeping aware of the sounds around him to listen if someone approached him.
Despite being awake, the incessant, overbearing, high pitched alarm seemed to almost scare Eli, jumping out of bed and to his feet, a mildly wild look in his eyes. A slightly strange look for the boy, his hair at the back of his head was sticking up into the air in a mess, his simple sweatpants and t-shirt wrinkled, mismatched, with his sweatpants beginning to fall off. Gaining awareness of his surroundings, he took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists and releasing. He ran his hands through his hair rapidly, before pulling his pants up completely. He now glanced at the board, feeling all energy drain out of his body. Brilliant... something urgent... something that means having to go out to fight... amazing...
Slowly moving towards his closet, he removed a form fitting black shirt, a pair of black combat pants, and his black boots. All of his movements were slow, as if each required a large amount of effort to complete. He entered his wash room, quickly ridding himself of his night time clothing, and washing his body. Soon after, he dressed and began to fix his hair. It took approximately five seconds. He looked at himself in the mirror, noting the relatively unemotional look in his eyes. He forced a smile onto his face, but alas, his smiles never reached his eyes. Did not prevent him from trying however. Shaking his head, he walking into the center of the room, glancing around, when the guard finally arrived. Eli stared with a vacant expression, regarding the guard his discontent, remaining still even as his door was opened.
The guards gruff voice sounded from under his helmet," To the auditorium 13. Do not make me force you." A glimpse of frustration crossed his eyes before quickly fading. If it was one thing he learned, do not show the guards any weakness. He forced his feet to start moving, carrying himself to the door and began to slowly make his way down the hall. He then felt a sharp nudge to his back, as well as heard the loud statement from the guard," Move faster, 13!"
Eli spun to a stop, now facing the guard, where he practically snarled, rage filling his eyes," Do not touch me!" The guard took a step back, his finger hovering over the option on his controller to give the subduing shot. However, he quickly realized his mistake, and spun back around and started down the hall, struggling to control his breathing, simply desperate to get away from the guard that was following behind him.
He shoved through the door into the auditorium, waves of stress rolling off of him, but grateful that the guard was leaving. He barely glanced around, taking slight inventory of the people here, before placing himself in a seat away from others, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at the ground in front of him, slowly gaining back control of his thoughts. He hated himself. He hated he couldn't stand to be touched. Why couldn't his brain just think right. Why was it so difficult for him to go through simple processes for everyone else. A deep, shaky breath rattled him, his eyes closing shut, but keeping aware of the sounds around him to listen if someone approached him.
Just to give everyone a heads up, my character is in the CS tab. Seems like we have two wildly manipulative people, which should be interesting. And my character was appeoved via PM.
Name/element: Digen Merdick
Darkness
Age: 20
Appearance:
His crystal is located on a necklace that rests in his jugular notch
Weapons: [HIDER=swords]
He sticks to his bow more often then not, but is highly skilled in his sword for close range combat.
Personality: Digen is a sly fellow. He has learned how to trick, fool, and manipulate. He will become a person's best friend, before his unseen hand stabs without mercy into their back. He will try to learn everyone's most hidden secret, and use them against them. He seems to show no remorse, and all emotion is on a slightly dampened level. He enjoys attention, and in fact cannot stand not receiving any. Even know to act out and cause a disturbance specifically to gain the attention he so desires.
Biography: Where to begin on Digen's upbringing... he was born to a female in exile, struggling to deal with life on her own let alone a newborn baby. She struggled for three years, before she ran into the wrong people. She and Digen were abused, in all sense of the word. Especially as the young boy grew older, it began to be much much worse for him. He lasted for many years, until when he was 11 and his mother, his one and only support system, passed away in front of him. This caused Digen to breakdown, killing many of the people around him with a solid wall of shadow, before disappearing into another. Where he ended up, he could not tell you. He was passed out, near death. He was found on the opposite side by workers from the school and was immediately brought back. It was noticed that he was not completely right, and while the marks that covered his body told a different story, he refused to say anything about his life before. His manipulation began, easily picking up on these traits. He rarely sleeps, his sleep plagued by things of the past. Multiple times he has been evaluated for his mental health, but each time managing to scrape by as clean, much to the wonder of those who interact with him the most.
He is most skilled at transporting through shadows, becoming a shadow, and hiding inside of them.
Darkness
Age: 20
Appearance:
His crystal is located on a necklace that rests in his jugular notch
Weapons: [HIDER=swords]
He sticks to his bow more often then not, but is highly skilled in his sword for close range combat.
Personality: Digen is a sly fellow. He has learned how to trick, fool, and manipulate. He will become a person's best friend, before his unseen hand stabs without mercy into their back. He will try to learn everyone's most hidden secret, and use them against them. He seems to show no remorse, and all emotion is on a slightly dampened level. He enjoys attention, and in fact cannot stand not receiving any. Even know to act out and cause a disturbance specifically to gain the attention he so desires.
Biography: Where to begin on Digen's upbringing... he was born to a female in exile, struggling to deal with life on her own let alone a newborn baby. She struggled for three years, before she ran into the wrong people. She and Digen were abused, in all sense of the word. Especially as the young boy grew older, it began to be much much worse for him. He lasted for many years, until when he was 11 and his mother, his one and only support system, passed away in front of him. This caused Digen to breakdown, killing many of the people around him with a solid wall of shadow, before disappearing into another. Where he ended up, he could not tell you. He was passed out, near death. He was found on the opposite side by workers from the school and was immediately brought back. It was noticed that he was not completely right, and while the marks that covered his body told a different story, he refused to say anything about his life before. His manipulation began, easily picking up on these traits. He rarely sleeps, his sleep plagued by things of the past. Multiple times he has been evaluated for his mental health, but each time managing to scrape by as clean, much to the wonder of those who interact with him the most.
He is most skilled at transporting through shadows, becoming a shadow, and hiding inside of them.
@Kiyran the fact that we were both working on elves with ice powers is hysterical to me 😂😂 I'm gonna change the power for diversity sake.
I'm interested in joining, but would it be possible to get more background on elves?
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