Ellion

Indulge the creation of a not so old lady?

Why do you have the create things that interest me???? I’m trying to pace myself!!!

Long Over-due Return

@Bishop woot! Same......

Well... like three weeks, but that is basically a day

Rise of the Evos

Declan G. Jones

_{Time: 9:00 am
Location: LA highway
Interacting with: with Riley Ridgeway @Nallore and Lucas @Lionhearted}

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"Who the hell are you all!?"

"I would ask the same thing, but I guess everyone already knows who you are I'm assuming you're just all in my head. Just like every-fucking-thing else that I see over, and over, and over again. So fine, I'll play this game too.Who are you? Why are you here? Where did you come from? I ask myself that every damn time but I never get an answer. So -- I give up."

Declan felt his heart drop as he heard the voices. Normally, unexpected voices meant that a spouse had returned and he needed to be discrete. He was already halfway to standing, when he felt his movement blocked. Opening his eyes he found himself.

In a car.

With two people. For now, all he could see was the back of their heads and hear their voices. One male, one female. Instead of yelling, he slid over to the door, yanking on the handle. But it held tight.

"Why are you yelling at me when it is clear that you have kidnaped me?" he said, his voice calm as he tried to figure out next moves. His own sentence not really fitting his own timeline. It wasn't even a moment ago that he was in an apartment and now he was at a dead standstill on a vaguely familiar highway. He shifted to catch a look at the people in the front seats faces.

One was a boy, of a similar age to himself. In fact, in normal circumstances, he might have been very pleased to get to know the boy on a more personal level. "So, why don't we pull over and you let me out and I am sure we can come to some sort of arrangement," He made a point to keep his voice collected, calm and the slightest undertone of seduction.

It was only then that his eyes shifted to the girl. His mind spun as he tried to make sense of this new person. Riley...Ridgeway. They had actually 'met' before. By 'met' he was dating someone who knew someone who got them to one of the after show party things once upon a time. His hands quickly shifted to a pray position, coving his lips. "Okay...so...can one of you please clue me in? I've got nothing to explain this,"

Amberclad Index

Tara Bales

Location: Walking towards the General Barracks
Interacting With: Herself

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I'm not really going to go to the barracks, that would be silly

The nicer area of New Philly might almost be confused with the cities that Tara hardly rememeber this early in the morning. People where milling about and, despite the feeling of a near security there was also a vibe of being unwanted and welcome to nearly everyone who dare cross these streets.

I'm just going for a walk. Towards the barracks

She had been up late the night before, shifting through the piles and piles of paper work and notes that had become her life. So different than what she had expected. She used to stay in the make-shift community homes of a burned out hotel, but lately it was easier for her to just stay at the research center and, if anyone cared, they didn't say anything. The research center lay on the invisible boarder between the crooks and victims and was almost universally left alone.

With...all my stuff that would be worth taking on a trip... like this one.

Hanging in her left hand was the message that had been passed around the city like a plague. Although it had existed for less than an hour, it was already more than common knowledge. A chance to cross through the fog, to areas all but lost to New Philly, save the maps that boasted of a much larger world. Like the map she kept pinned on her wall in the lab, carefully marked a larger square of 'Colorado'. A target really.

As she crossed through the gate, she let out a breath of relief. The slums weren't the most pleasant of places at the best of times and these were far from those. Tara knew many girls who went through great lengths to keep themselves unnoticed in those areas. From dressing like boys to acting like old women. Tara never bothered. Just pulled her hood up, kept her eyes forward and always ready to run.

A few quick questions towards anxious looking guards sent her in the right direction. Inside a barrack ,there was a crowd of people that seems to clash horribly with the regulation of everything else the military had to offer. There were men of varying ages and a smattering of women. Some people she was certain couldn't have been older than 10 or 11 (those people were quickly rushed away). Yet, knowing what she did about the population of New Philly, the amount who showed was pathetic, but not surprising.

"And you are?" came a sharp voice from a man in an army regulated uniform.

"Tara Bales. Researcher, she said, pulling down her hood. "I'm here to volunteer"

Amberclad Index

Tara

Tara Elody Bales

“Sometimes I get so caught up in my own drama, I forget I’m not the only one in the play”

Age 27
Physical Description

Tara has a slight, but strong figure that has become standard with the food rations and high physical expectations of New Philly. She stands at 5’6”, long straight dirty blonde hair, usually tucked away or pulled back into a ponytail. Hazel eyes and a smattering of freckles that come and go with the sun and season.

Tara’s clothing choices are heavily dictated by what is accessible, she tends to favor darker clothing as they can go longer with out washing. She have a black scarf that she uses cover her hair, use as a mask and more than once, used it as a blanket.

Psyche

A practical realist.

Tara’s whole life has been dictated by the phrase ‘hurry up and wait’, mixed with ‘this is only temporary’. Tara has spent most of her life among people who saw that fog as a ‘temporary travesty’ and they just needed to ‘sit tight’ till it passed, making it hard to form connections to places and people because she was always being shuffled around to the next ‘temporary’ place. It doesn’t make her cold or unfriendly, she quiet enjoys a chat and a friend, but she sees them as something for the moment and nothing to grieve over when lost.

Due to her transitional upbringing, she also doesn’t put much value in possessions. Keep what is needed for survival and ditch the rest. Sentiment won’t feed you and it just takes up space on your back and in your heart. When it comes to choices, she follows logic and has very little patience for people who aren't.


Motivation

Contrary to her personality, her motivation is very...illogical.
A dog. Honestly. A memory of a dog that lives in Colorado. A state that was once her infanthood home. Although she was too young to remember it, returning to it has always been her goal. In theory, a family she can’t recall might still be there.

And maybe the dog she does.

Regardless of her family still being there when she arrives, a part of her, no doubt fostered by her grandma, always thought that everything would be alright once she arrived there. It has an almost Utopia appeal to her.

On paper, it is to gather more intel on the mist and the monsters within.
Relations

Grandma Lynn: The elderly woman she was visiting as a toddler while her parents worked. The fog came and made the return trip impossible and caused her Grandmother to become her pseudo parent. She was old when the fog came and died from a flux years after.

Whoever Runs the Split Eye: Used to tell him what was happening and what she heard at the hospital.He gave her candy. Grandma made it stop when she found out.

TBC:

Personal History

Tara was hardly into her second year of life when the fog hit. In fact the only memory she truly has of before that time was of a large white dog that smelt like wet tile and green plants. Tara was from Colorado, her family was mostly the ‘urban farm type’ that ‘worked till dead in the summer’ and ‘lazed about all winter’. Which was how the two year old ended up two hours outside Philadelphia when the fog hit. Her paternal grandmother offered to keep the little one from underfoot during the busy season. Although she has ‘memmories’ of her siblings and parents, they all suspiciously line up with the stories that her grandmother knew about them. Later in life, Tara figured that she was remembering the stories her grandmother told ABOUT her family, rather than any she actually had.

After the fog, there was no way to return and the grandmother/daughter team spent the next 8 years moving from the house to the town to the road and finally ended up in Philly. The pair that they were always got sympathy and help from strangers. Easily taken in, but also seen as a liability and were often 'smothered' with safety. The ones told to stay in the house, the ones left waiting in the dark. What fighting skills she has, she was taught during these early years was taught by good hearted men, more worried about the monsters within humanity than outside of it. That being said, a bullet doesn't discriminate between humans and monsters.

By the time they reached Philly, both had give up hope of things returning to 'normal'. Grandma Lynn tried to acclimate, she got a job in a hospital, coming out of retirement to join the nursing staff. In the early years, the schooling was inconsistent and left children with hours of unaccounted for time with which they could get into mischief. Mostly she spent her in the hospital, dogging her grandmother. Getting tossed out when she became too much of a nuance for the overwhelmed staff. Tara’s other form Of amusement came from Tom and the Split Eye. She’d tell him what the gossip at the hospital was while they played chess or cards. If she gave him good gossip, he’d give her chocolate. He especially liked when she talked about 'people' who came from the mist.

That ended when Tara let it slip that she often saw a man who gave her candy, played fun games with and wasn’t supposed to tell her Grandmother about.

Her time became a little more structured after that. When not in school, her grandmother had her hopping about the hospital, now older she was given small tasks. In theory it was to help her get a head start in the health field. In reality, it showed her to have horrible bed side manner (Your son died, it is a good thing you had two) and that she was an empathetic puker.

It wasn’t a total loss, as the girl found her true calling away from the living and into the lab. Or what passed for a lab these days. It’s primary focus now being set on examining injuries and people that came from the mist.

Equipment

Tara carries a small research kit ( journal, rudimentary microscope, a few items to take tests with). She also carries a few knives that offer more protect against people than monsters. Everything else she has is from the military.

Anything else?
Technically she could also be classified as a medic. Her time in the hospital has given her the ‘facts’ of healing, but she tends to have a weak stomach when puss and guts are involved.

Amberclad Index

Here!

Rise of the Evos

Isley

_{Date: Monday, August 19th -9:00am
Location: Seattle, 3.14 and Other Yummy Things
Interacting with: Customers}

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"Thank you, have a great day and remember, a pie a day keeps the doctor away,"

The small shop was filled with its Monday's usuals. Old men sipping coffee while eating a breakfast scone as they flipped through the newspaper. Stay at home moms in yoga pants sat on the patio, nudging their covered strollers with their feet. All the while talking about the pie and how they 'definitely earned it after that morning's yoga session with Jadir'. Just like they earned it on Wednesday and Friday and of course they got some on cheat day Saturday.

Basic coffee and teas lined the counter across from the glass case of pies and other baked good.

In the corner, the tv was flashing the local news. Two smiling newscasters filled the screen. A man and a women. The subtitles moving across the screen as they spoke.

It seems that last night's surprise storm cleared up quickly.

Yeah Sue, I'll tell you that lightening storm was shocking to the weatherman to say for sure
[a shared laugh]
...

At that, Isley glanced up at the screen, in the middle of handing back change to a customer. Feeling her face grow slightly red at hearing about the storm. She couldn't prove anything but...

"I'll have the Humble Bumble Honey Pie, if you don't mind dear," came an old woman's voice, handing her a handful of crumpled bills before pulling out a change purse and counting out the remaining in quarters. "Oh dear, get yourself good there did you love," said the old woman, pointing at a rather sizable bruise forming on Isley's arm.

"Oh, yeah, I had a bit of a slip last night while running," She said with a laugh. "Nothing to worry about," Although she played it off, the whole incident still left her shaken, even nearly 12 hours later. It caused her to lose a fair amount of sleep last night, and she had debating calling in sick. But it wasn't as though she would have gotten anymore sleep either way.

But the whole ordeal just....It seemed so real. Sure, there was a lot of things that seemed so real. The shadows were growing more visible all the time, she was starting to be able to tell the girls from the boys. She was also starting to see physical features, like bright red hair and piercing eyes. She couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing that her visions were getting clearer.

It was probably bad.

The bruise had happened after work. She was running in a near by park, as she did nearly everyday after work--usually to clear her head. It was a little game she liked to play with herself. To set a distance to run before the sun set. The rules were easy, to get home before the sun went down. She never thought anything of it, except...well last night there was a girl, a women really. She was there in the park too, and she wasn't at the same time. It just seemed so real, yet unexplainable and impossible. Like, even though Isley could hear the wind and see the late afternoon sun in the trees in the park. It was also night, it was dark. She was alone in an alleyway. And she was scared. She was so scared. There had been someone after her. So Isley ran. She could feel herself running, probably faster than she ever had before. She could see herself passing people walking through the park. Yet, in the alley she never seemed to get any faster or away from...from the man chasing her. Then it was over. A shooting pain in her head. Isley screamed as she crashed into a tree. She heard echo's of life she had never lived come and vanish just as fast. Images of people she loved, but didn't know echoing somewhere in her muddled thought. A vague longing for things left undone before finally fading into nothing.

If anyone had asked her what death felt like...that was probably how she would have described it. For in that moment she thought she was dead herself. It was only the sound of thunder and the splash of rain on her skin that told her otherwise. Although the day had been quiet clear, clouds had suddenly filled the park and thunder shook the trees. So convinced she had been killed. Only to find herself back, sprawled on the ground, watching people all around her run for shelter and the storm raged on around her. She cried.

Partly from relief that she wasn't dead. And partly from fear of how bad the vision had been.

She didn't tell anyone about what she saw. Really, the only comment she made was about the freak storm that had occurred. She was too fresh out of the hospital to need to go back anytime soon.

There was a lull in business at that time and Isley risked another look at the screen.

Weather jokes aside, we turn to a more serious matter. Police are now investigating a murder that had taken place in Philadelphia

A women's face flashed on the screen and the room went cold. What ever the anchorwoman said after faded.

Isley knew that face.

Knew it better than she probably knew her own.

The room started to get far away and very very quiet as Isley body went cold as the air around the shop started to shift and the only thing that existed was the woman's face.

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Declan G. Jones

_{Time: 9:45 am
Location: LA, Charlie's Apartment
Interacting with: Sunday (aka, Charlie)}

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Declan stood in the doorway, resting his head head as the city woke up around him. It was still early, well, early for him, but he found it hard to sleep after what he saw or didn't see. He felt a warm arm wrap around his chest. "You're up early," came a deep voice.

Declan hummed a little bit, buying himself some time before answering. Declan turned and faced the man, even looking at the man, Declan struggled to rememeber who he was. Justin...no that was Wednesday. This was Charlie...the resident "Hm, just some trouble sleeping,"

"You should have woken me, I was only sleeping and I can think of at least four ways I'd better spent that time," He felt the boy get closer.

I forgot how starved for attention this one was. Enough Daddy issues to keep more than a few therapists busy...but he is good looking

Charlie's head had found itself on Declan's neck. "If there weren't literal lives at stake, I'd stay here with you all day," It was only then that Charlie pulled himself away. "Will I see you tonight?" He asked, hopefully, although it was clear by his voice already knew the answer.

Well, it is Monday. Camila's children will be with their father this week. Got to keep the one who pays my rent happy.

"I work late tonight,"

If that answered bothered Charlie, He didn't let it show. Charlie wandered into the bathroom and Declan could hear the shower running.

"Did you catch the news this morning? It was all over facebook," Charlie came back into the room. "Oh wait, I forgot Mr.'I only use social media professionally'"

Declan looked up, flicking a wayward paper clip that had found its way onto his arm. Charlie stood in the doorway, a towel resting on his waist. "So what was the news then," Declan said, making a point to stare at Charlie. Putting a vague smile and easing his face into total contentment. The boy was a lot like himself, always wanted to be looked at.

"Oh, some girl got murdered in Philly--"

"In an alley," said Declan, surprising himself. Trying not to think about how he might know this information.

"I thought you said you didn't know,"

"I didn't, it just seemed like the sort of place,"

"Ah well, it was really sad, my friend is trying to find a place to donate to,"

Declan flicked through his mind, trying to quickly figure out if this was a friend he should be aware of or not. Drawing a blank he simply said. "Gotta find a way to earn karma points some how. Not all of us get them by getting others to praise the lord,"

He heard a laugh as Charlie shut the bathroom door behind him.

A heartbeat later, Declan was one his phone, quickly pulling up what he could on the woman.

No.. No... This is absolute bull shit He through angrily, tossing his phone onto the nearby couch. He looked down to see the fucking paperclip had returned to his arm. Joined by his friends the pin and the screw.

And to make matters worse, he could tell that one of his 'Shadow Friends' was trying to make an unwanted appearance.

Rise of the Evos

Declan Jones

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Declan Gregory Jones

Character Quote: I'm the type of person who likes to enjoy everything that I do, take advantage of every opportunity in life.

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Character Summary

Name: Declan Gregory Jones
Aliases: Dec, Decky
Age: 28
Birthday: April 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Place of Residency: Los Angeles
Gender: Male
Education: None
Occupation: Full time social light and dance instructor
Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (enough)

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Appearance

]Height: 5'11"
Weight: 167 lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone:white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Declan loves to be looked at, and his clothing reflects that. His suits are tailored to complement his body and every occasion is a good occasion to wear one. When he is performing or teaching classes, he tends to favor the looser clothing only when the style of dance demands it. Even in his casual wear, he dresses to impress. Or intimidate. Or seduce. What ever the occasion, it is never casually tossed together. If it looks that way, he planned to do so months in advance.

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Psychology

Clever * Manipulative * Persuasive * Narcissistic * Talented * Flirt

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Usually 'seeing' someone casually
Personality: Declan is an incredibly charming person, because he strives to be. For most people, that is all they see in him. He wants to be desirable and longs to be the center of attention in all things. He shamelessly flirts with everyone and everything. While he isn't mean spirited and doesn't set out to hurt people, he doesn't stop himself either. He gets bored and will shamelessly manipulate (or try to) people to either get what he wants or just to see if he can. Despite this, he isn't strictly a bad person. He just has a very self-centered sense of right and wrong. Declan first, then the rest of the world. He doesn't like being around people, he needs to be around people. He also tends to overreact when he feels wronged. There are more than a few people who suffered huge social casualties because Declan convinced himself that it was warranted.

Habits: Apart from manipulating people, he tends to be in motion all the time.
Hobbies: He has studied many forms of dance and really enjoys it. Also loves to attend parties, not crazy ones per say, but places where people are.
Fears:

• Isolation
• Aging
• Open Ocean

Likes:

• Expensive clothing
• Attention
• Fine wines
• Fancy Chocolates
• Five Star Meals

Dislikes:

• Being Interrupted
• Being 'one upped'
• Not getting what he wants
• Being Ignored
• Getting Dirty
• Pets

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Skills

General Skills:

• Traditional Ball-Room Dancing
• Ballet
• Charmer
• Finding ways to live a life he can't afford
• Good at reading people/figuring people out
• Good at figuring out what people want or have, see and hear.

Combat Skills:

• Strong
• Can frat boy fight

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Suit and all the fixings. Also expensive watches and sunglasses.
• Purse/Wallet - Id, four or five credit cards. At least 500 in cash.
• Cell Phone
• Protection
• Breath mints
• Pens

Possessions at Home:

• A closet worth a small fortune
• A large TV
• Huge Bed
• Motocycle
• Extensive array of expensive 'gifts'
  
  
  

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History

Biography:

Declan was the only child of a single mother growing up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. His mother had been a ballet dancer in her youth, whose career was cut short by an injury. Having him do ballet was her way of living vicariously through him. Not that be minded. Being the only boy in the class most years was what got him addicted to the attention. He always got the best roles, was many of the little ballerina girls first crushes (among other firsts). As he grew older, the need increased. He decided his senior year of high school that his town was simply too small for him and set off at once for LA.

It almost destroyed him and he loved every second of it. He got accepted into an elite arts school in LA. It was there that he also got his first boyfriend when he was 17. The man was much older, nearly 34 when they met. Travis was his name. He was wealthy, charming, talented and oh so worldly to the naive Declan.

Travis got Declan into parties he should have never been to. Got him to try all sorts of drugs and drinks. It was honestly a miracle that the boy graduate, or survived, at all. The day of his 19th birthday was when it all ended. A text over the phone to get his stuff and a thousand bucks for his trouble.

It almost killed him, or led him to almost kill himself. But in a way it opened his life. It lead him to discover cougars and silver foxes. Travis was really a dime a doze. Declan found that older women (and men) adored his youth and would dote on his every whim and need. Most of them didn't even truly expected monogamy, just the illusion of it.

His life now consists of 'seeing' between 3 or 4 people at a time. With two 'older' people usually being his 'sponsors' and two younger-ish being his 'lovers'. He works as a dance instructor, not because he needs the money (what else are sponsors for) but because he needs to attention. He attends parties every day of the week and holds the philosophy of 'a great night ends with a beautiful sunrise'.

As he is approaching his 28th birthday, he is already hunting for the fountain of youth. After all, dancers can't afford 4,000 dollar lofts in downtown LA or really any of the life style that he is accustom to.

He was truly scared when he got sick. And he never felt more alone in the world. Only one of his 'partners' even knew he was in the hospital, because that partner was the one who called the ambulance. The rest of them received a text about a sudden trip home to see his mother who was 'in the hospital' and he needed to 'care' for her.

His sponsors were very generous during that crisis. Nearly covered his whole hospital stay.

Discovery Of Your Power: It started off with small things. Declan was never a clumsy person, but he suddenly found himself dropping small objects, metal pens, paper clips, coins, keys. Almost as though he didn't have a strong enough grip to keep them from slipping. If it would have happened once or twice, he wouldn't have thought anything of it. But it seemed to take conscious effort to keep these objects in his hand. Then it was little things..sticking. He'd walk around and suddenly find gum rappers attached to his pants, the tops of soda cans on his cuffs. Small,irritating things that made him appear sloppy. Over time the objects got larger. Car doors swinging opening far faster than he could have pulled etc. Till one day he reached for his keys and they ' leapt' into his hand. His power only grew from that day forward. While he has told people, he has never told them in a way that was believable. Making comments such as, "Well, you know I do have the power of attraction" when every a wayward bit of metal would attach itself to him.

Ability & Powers:Magnetism Manipulation
Ability & Powers Weaknesses: So pretty much his abilities are like Magneto's control the magnetism of metals and so on and anything with a magnetic charge.
The weakness is that he can only control local existing magnetic fields and cannot control metals that are molten as they lose their magnetic charge in that state.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Me Too -Meghan Trainor youtube.com/watch?v=qDRORgoZxZU
Extra Information: See Isley. Insta-travel. Like in the movie Jumper.
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

Rise of the Evos

@FantasyChic Hi! I'd join you in NYC but Seattle called my name. Birthplace of Grunge.

@Lord Wraith

It’s where all the cool kids are

Rise of the Evos

@Nallore

Declan Jones

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Declan Gregory Jones

Character Quote: I'm the type of person who likes to enjoy everything that I do, take advantage of every opportunity in life.

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Character Summary

Name: Declan Gregory Jones
Aliases: Dec, Decky
Age: 28
Birthday: April 1st
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Place: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Place of Residency: Los Angeles
Gender: Male
Education: None
Occupation: Full time social light and dance instructor
Languages: English (fluent), Spanish (enough)

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Appearance

]Height: 5'11"
Weight: 167 lbs
Body Type: Athletic
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Skin Tone:white
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None
Personal Style: Declan loves to be looked at, and his clothing reflects that. His suits are tailored to complement his body and every occasion is a good occasion to wear one. When he is performing or teaching classes, he tends to favor the looser clothing only when the style of dance demands it. Even in his casual wear, he dresses to impress. Or intimidate. Or seduce. What ever the occasion, it is never casually tossed together. If it looks that way, he planned to do so months in advance.

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Psychology

Clever * Manipulative * Persuasive * Narcissistic * Talented * Flirt

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Usually 'seeing' someone casually
Personality: Declan is an incredibly charming person, because he strives to be. For most people, that is all they see in him. He wants to be desirable and longs to be the center of attention in all things. He shamelessly flirts with everyone and everything. While he isn't mean spirited and doesn't set out to hurt people, he doesn't stop himself either. He gets bored and will shamelessly manipulate (or try to) people to either get what he wants or just to see if he can. Despite this, he isn't strictly a bad person. He just has a very self-centered sense of right and wrong. Declan first, then the rest of the world. He doesn't like being around people, he needs to be around people. He also tends to overreact when he feels wronged. There are more than a few people who suffered huge social casualties because Declan convinced himself that it was warranted.

Habits: Apart from manipulating people, he tends to be in motion all the time.
Hobbies: He has studied many forms of dance and really enjoys it. Also loves to attend parties, not crazy ones per say, but places where people are.
Fears:

• Isolation
• Aging
• Open Ocean

Likes:

• Expensive clothing
• Attention
• Fine wines
• Fancy Chocolates
• Five Star Meals

Dislikes:

• Being Interrupted
• Being 'one upped'
• Not getting what he wants
• Being Ignored
• Getting Dirty
• Pets

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Skills

General Skills:

• Traditional Ball-Room Dancing
• Ballet
• Charmer
• Finding ways to live a life he can't afford
• Good at reading people/figuring people out
• Good at figuring out what people want or have, see and hear.

Combat Skills:

• Strong
• Can frat boy fight

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Suit and all the fixings. Also expensive watches and sunglasses.
• Purse/Wallet - Id, four or five credit cards. At least 500 in cash.
• Cell Phone
• Protection
• Breath mints
• Pens

Possessions at Home:

• A closet worth a small fortune
• A large TV
• Huge Bed
• Motocycle
• Extensive array of expensive 'gifts'
  
  
  

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History

Biography:

Declan was the only child of a single mother growing up in Cheyenne, Wyoming. His mother had been a ballet dancer in her youth, whose career was cut short by an injury. Having him do ballet was her way of living vicariously through him. Not that be minded. Being the only boy in the class most years was what got him addicted to the attention. He always got the best roles, was many of the little ballerina girls first crushes (among other firsts). As he grew older, the need increased. He decided his senior year of high school that his town was simply too small for him and set off at once for LA.

It almost destroyed him and he loved every second of it. He got accepted into an elite arts school in LA. It was there that he also got his first boyfriend when he was 17. The man was much older, nearly 34 when they met. Travis was his name. He was wealthy, charming, talented and oh so worldly to the naive Declan.

Travis got Declan into parties he should have never been to. Got him to try all sorts of drugs and drinks. It was honestly a miracle that the boy graduate, or survived, at all. The day of his 19th birthday was when it all ended. A text over the phone to get his stuff and a thousand bucks for his trouble.

It almost killed him, or led him to almost kill himself. But in a way it opened his life. It lead him to discover cougars and silver foxes. Travis was really a dime a doze. Declan found that older women (and men) adored his youth and would dote on his every whim and need. Most of them didn't even truly expected monogamy, just the illusion of it.

His life now consists of 'seeing' between 3 or 4 people at a time. With two 'older' people usually being his 'sponsors' and two younger-ish being his 'lovers'. He works as a dance instructor, not because he needs the money (what else are sponsors for) but because he needs to attention. He attends parties every day of the week and holds the philosophy of 'a great night ends with a beautiful sunrise'.

As he is approaching his 28th birthday, he is already hunting for the fountain of youth. After all, dancers can't afford 4,000 dollar lofts in downtown LA or really any of the life style that he is accustom to.

He was truly scared when he got sick. And he never felt more alone in the world. Only one of his 'partners' even knew he was in the hospital, because that partner was the one who called the ambulance. The rest of them received a text about a sudden trip home to see his mother who was 'in the hospital' and he needed to 'care' for her.

His sponsors were very generous during that crisis. Nearly covered his whole hospital stay.

Discovery Of Your Power: It started off with small things. Declan was never a clumsy person, but he suddenly found himself dropping small objects, metal pens, paper clips, coins, keys. Almost as though he didn't have a strong enough grip to keep them from slipping. If it would have happened once or twice, he wouldn't have thought anything of it. But it seemed to take conscious effort to keep these objects in his hand. Then it was little things..sticking. He'd walk around and suddenly find gum rappers attached to his pants, the tops of soda cans on his cuffs. Small,irritating things that made him appear sloppy. Over time the objects got larger. Car doors swinging opening far faster than he could have pulled etc. Till one day he reached for his keys and they ' leapt' into his hand. His power only grew from that day forward. While he has told people, he has never told them in a way that was believable. Making comments such as, "Well, you know I do have the power of attraction" when every a wayward bit of metal would attach itself to him.

Ability & Powers:Magnetism Manipulation
Ability & Powers Weaknesses: So pretty much his abilities are like Magneto's control the magnetism of metals and so on and anything with a magnetic charge.
The weakness is that he can only control local existing magnetic fields and cannot control metals that are molten as they lose their magnetic charge in that state.

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Additional Information

Theme Song: Me Too -Meghan Trainor youtube.com/watch?v=qDRORgoZxZU
Extra Information: See Isley. Insta-travel. Like in the movie Jumper.
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Final Decky :3