Hyro

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The curious stares his wings got certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed, as they folded almost self-consciously behind his back as if to hide themselves from view. Drake both loved and hated his wings with mixed opinions, as they were symbols of freedom while also simultaneously attention harboring nuisances.

Drake’s first impressions of Eira weren’t necessarily good. As she spoke and approached him, he drew back, his mouth tightening into a thin line and his posture alert and wary. Her comment about him being a ‘strange being’ earned her a mild glare with furrowed eyebrows that claimed he didn’t seem too fond of her assessment. Even as she slipped off her bag, he tensed, expecting her to pull out a weapon. By the sounds of it, perhaps she wanted to rip off his wings and showcase them to the world as a trophy of having discovered an "anomaly," in which case he was prepared to fight her tooth and nail.

Er, well... claw. Tooth and claw?

However, his opinion of her shifted rapidly upon her reveal of food. And not just any food - she had offered him meat. Substance. Something that, especially out here in the desolate ruins, was incredibly hard to come by. Not to mention, he had to deal with having a slightly different diet than most. Having been born with various animal features left him with pros and cons, one of those cons being he was essentially a carnivore. He could certainly eat other foods in order to survive, but it would not allow him to thrive, nutritionally speaking. So, needless to say, being offered meat out here made the boy’s sunken features perk up.

But wait. Surely there was a catch, and Drake’s hopeful expression suddenly dropped back down to caution.

“What would you like in return, then?” he asked, his tone implying he felt there was more to this. That perhaps this was a way to acquire his services or perhaps give her reason to take something of his - or what little he had. Much like the settlements Dawn had mentioned, nothing was really free anymore.

Speaking of Dawn, his gaze shifted to her as she spoke. He, too, looked her over for a moment, hesitant to go telling people he had just met in the wastes his name, but she seemed… Nice enough. She had made at least somewhat of an effort to not be rude or weird or what have you.

“Drake,” he replied, silver eyes softening just a little, “Just don’t get too comfortable with it. I don’t plan on sticking around long.”
A precaution of his. He really hated creating bonds out here when most bonds with people were temporary due to the nature of the hostile world they lived in.

His attention was then drawn to Overreach who was now wheeling his way toward the house and then, well… Around it.

“... Should someone help him?”
/Or make sure he doesn’t get himself killed?/ he thought, giving a slight frowning.

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The winged boy narrowed his eyes as he watched the group below. Amidst his observations, Drake had picked up on a few things. For one, there was a telepath in the group. And he had managed to decipher from context clues who it was. Two, they were heading toward some sort of settlement, which was what had really peaked his interest. Three, he knew by now that he had been discovered. Cursed telepath. He didn’t much care for that sort of gift, as it left one feeling completely exposed. Thoughts were private for a reason, after all, and while he knew she probably couldn’t help it in the same way he couldn’t help but see people’s auras, he still didn’t like it.

They knew of his presence now and were evidently talking about it. This much he could pick up from general lip-reading, despite their hushed voices, although the telepath’s hat allowed some mysteries to remain. "You know, for someone who can hear the secrets of everyone around you, I don’t think it fair of you to hide things from me," he noted in a low-key bitter headvoice, though the thought was quickly dismissed. Normally at this point he would have turned tail and ducked out of there, but there was one problem.

He was starved.

Food had been harder and harder to come by these days, and he had had no luck on his search lately. Yet it seemed these people were talking about a settlement which meant the potential for food. And at this point, it wasn’t so much a choice as it was a matter of survival. He hadn't been having any luck finding food on his own lately - he needed help. The girl’s wave left no further room for deliberation. Straightening out, the boy’s wings stretched and, with a brief leap, they carried him safely down to the ground below.

His trust issues were clear, however, as he still landed a few paces from the group, erring on the side of caution. “I’m not hostile, to answer your question, so long as you don't give me a reason to be… I'm just… Hungry.” As if on cue, his stomach gave a fervent rumble, earning him a sheepish expression. “Starving, actually. It’s been a couple of days now…”

He couldn’t be bothered to ask them for food, as food was a luxury out here and surely no one would give it up all willy nilly. So he posed a different question instead, not wanting to seem too desperate upon his first introduction. Even if he was extremely desperate... To be honest, his lack of food was really starting to wear him down, which was especially dangerous for someone taking refuge out in the wastes.

“This place you’re going, is it possible they would have rations?” Admittedly, he wasn’t too familiar with the settlements and how they operated. But maybe they would have a soup kitchen of sorts to feed travelers. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not, but he could dream.

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Zoe

Full Name: Zoe

Nicknames/Aliases: Kitten, kitty, that cat

Age: Around 1 year old, 15 in human years

Gender: Female

Gifts: Disembodied voice projection, Shapeshifting

Loyalty: Whoever feeds her and plays with her, also Gale

Description: She is a cat. No, really. Just your typical house cat. A Maine Coon of a smaller size, to be specific. She has little white paws and big green eyes but is otherwise a spectrum of browns. Overall she’s a complete fluffball you can’t help but “awww” at. Unless you hate cats.

Her human form has brown, wavy hair similar in color to her brown fur. Her clothes usually consist of different shades of pinks, purples, and peaches, occasionally exhibiting a floral design. She is not opposed to playing dress up, as long as there aren’t any dangling features… Because those must be hunted down and destroyed.

Personality: She is not smart. Though she is smarter than most cats of her breed thanks to genetic enhancing. Her personality greatly represents that of a cat with ADHD that knows no bounds and obliviousness like no other.

Skills: She’s very cute. That’s it. She’s pretty much useless otherwise. Although she does have a beast form, granted she rarely uses it. She also has a natural and unintentional way of avoiding danger on accident that still puzzles scientists to this day.

Weaknesses: Oh gosh, tuna. Tuna everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, in her mouth. She loves it. Give her tuna.

Brief History: Zoe is the result of an Erubescan experiment project with animals. The results were satisfactory at first. After all, they had created an animal who could perform multiple gifts that they’re still uncovering to this day. Unfortunately, the creature was impossible to tame and had an extremely low IQ, making the project ultimately fail in the long run. Deciding their resources were better spent elsewhere, Project Morphis was shut down leaving many dead animals and one very much alive, albeit unecessary cat. None of the scientists had it in their heart to put the kitten down, and so she was pawned off to Gale in hopes that he could do the honors. Turns out he would do the exact opposite, instead adopting the cat as his companion. The two are now inseparable, both very protective of one another. Zoe seems unphased by his brutish ways, and in return she makes him seem almost human sometimes.

Other:

• Fish. Yummy yummy fish.

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I will go about fixing image sizes later. But for now, here's this.

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Eira, the one who pines for everyone even remotely attractive.
Because mmf.
I'm not sure how to nicely say she reminds me of someone I know IRL.

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@EchoicChamber Has it really been three years?
Holy moly.

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Yeah, a handful of us are veterans to the roleplay's original concept, myself included.
I actually contributed to a lot of the early lore, though granted, I haven't been very active in the more recent going-ons.
Hence why I'm here for this lovely reboot.

To answer your question, sometime in 2015(or was it 2014?) was when the first shell of this concept came into being. And it was something like this:
-There was a war between gifteds and humans
-Humans are now pretty much endangered/extinct
-Someone died and people got angry and blamed each other
-So now there's two factions, they have names and, um...
-Yeah, you can just have your character be in the wastelands too. So there's that
-Haha-- Join the roleplay plz

I don't think miss Echo realized exactly what she had created at the time or just how far it would go.

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She's an emotionally detached nympho there is no 'the one' with her x'D

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Cue an awkward Drake who grew up around dudes and is not emotionally prepared for this. xD
Oml, it should be interesting though, haha.

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Edit3: Just saw Drake.. Tall, lanky, also Eiras type. Age don't matter xD

Oh boy, that should be interesting. xD I'm all for some unwanted attention for my boy, haha.
Just don't get your hopes up, Eira. I don't think Drake's scouring the ashlands in search of "the one" lol.

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To call this place a dump was a bit of an understatement. Every shambled home lay in disarray, many buildings no longer resembling buildings so much as heaps of stone and metal all compiled to the ground thanks to gravity. The buildings that were still standing were certainly decayed and deteriorated, vines spiraling up them in ashen shapes and spirals. No plant seemed to have gotten far, having rotted partway in their ascension, leaving browned fingers barely latching on to the higher up walls. It was a dump most certainly, but it was his dump.

Not much more could be said of any home he’d had over the years, though if Drake had to choose between the four walls he used to call home back in Erubesco, stained with horrible memories of a drunken father, a mother who was never home, and a deceased and innocent younger brother, he would choose to live his life in the wastelands any day.
Of course, he could choose Liberty…

Ha, yeah right.

His large, leathery wings carried him from building to building swiftly, the thin fur coating allowing him silence while moving through the air. Some of the buildings he landed on were of sketchy infrastructure… Luckily for him, his hollowed bones made him light on his feet and thus the buildings remained standing for now. This attribute of his was great for scenarios like this, though put him at a great disadvantage in physical combat.

Silver eyes darted about the dusty floor below, searching desperately for something. And if his increased haste was any indication, he wasn’t finding it. His quickness was not doing him any favors, for as soon as he grabbed hold of one of the buildings ahead with the intent of pulling himself up, a sharp pain rang out from his hand earning him a hissed, “Shit!”
It seemed he’d sliced his index finger on a jutting piece of metal, causing him to falter and scramble a bit to get himself over the scaffold and onto the roof. A few stray bricks fell to the ground below, causing a small amount of noise but nothing too impressive.

Moving to his feet, the boy inspected the wound with irritation. There was a bit of blood starting to ooze from the rather deep cut, and as much as Drake wanted to simply shrug it off, he knew better than to let it get infected. Luckily he had found some travel kleenex earlier in his journey and took this moment to pull one out from his back pocket. He placed it between his teeth and, from one of his front pockets, withdrew a lighter. With a skillful flick, he had a flame going in no time and placed it carefully against the wound.

One would expect the wound to sear shut - but they would have been wrong. Rather, the wound remained perfectly fresh. The only thing that changed was the layered dirt around it which slowly burned away from his skin and fell to ash below. It certainly wasn’t your traditional anti-bacteriating method but for someone with near-heat immunity, it worked.

The flame gave out halfway through the process, followed by several failed attempts to reignite it and earning more annoyance from the already disgruntled boy. He gave a muffled groan before tossing the lighter aside. Oh well, it was good enough.

Using his fingers and teeth, careful not to catch the tissue on his sharpened canines, he wrapped the kleenex around his finger as a makeshift bandage and tied it tight. There.
What a nuisance.

A brief glance toward the discarded lighter resulted in a mild kick to get the useless thing away from him. He would find another. After all, the wastelands were practically riddled with them. Who knew a bunch of ashlanders would be tobacco-addicted smokeheads?
Everyone, actually... Everyone knew.
He really couldn’t blame them, either.

Things were rough out here and, in most cases, it was smart to keep to yourself. Which was why the next thing caught Drake’s attention now that he wasn’t focused on his first aid. There were people nearby. And not just one or two, no there were MULTIPLE. How extremely abnormal and… curious.

And curious he was. The boy edged across the roof now, closer to where he sensed the auras of several starting to gather, his large wings folding in to make him appear smaller. Fortunately people tended not to look up unless cued by the sound of a helicopter whirring or bird squawking, at least in his experience. Still, he ducked a bit to remain hidden, his unnatural slitted eyes watching the group.

The one in the wheelchair had been rather bold - or recklessly stupid, depending on how one perceived it - to be wheeling himself along in the open like this. Perhaps he had nothing to lose? A death wish would certainly make the most sense. And yet it seemed to do something for the heavy atmosphere, drawing quite a few more out of hiding. Well, he wasn't quite so ambitious as to put himself out in the open, just like that. No, he would observe for the time being and gauge the danger level from his safe spot on the roof.

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Drake

Full Name: Drake Levi Coleman

Nicknames/Aliases: Drake

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Gifts: Energy Manipulation, Dragon-Themed Traits(Wings, retractable claws, heat resistance, etc), ???

Loyalty: He's a wanderer, loyal to those he gets close to.

Description: Drake is a tall and lank figure, ranging around 6ft. Most of his muscle resides on his upper back, right around his wings, making him an avid flier. The rest of the boy's lack of strength he makes up in being quick and evasive. His silver eyes resemble that of a reptile-cat crossbreed and are often referred to as looking most like "dragon eyes." His wings, while leathery in nature, have a thin coat of fur on them similar to that of a bat's. He also has sharp predatory canines for chewing through tough meat and is likely the source of why he is more carnivorous in nature.

Drake can regularly be seen wearing a white tank top and his signature sleeveless leather jacket. He never takes it off, as it has become a form of constant. Something that stays the same while everything around him is changing. Other parts of his apparel include black jeans, a pair of black and white sneaks, fingerless motor gloves, and a chain necklace. The necklace is adorned with a sentimental jewel at the bottom, shaped like a dragon tooth but made of some kind of crystal or stone.

Personality: Drake does his best to stay under the radar. Having grown up in Erubesco, he knows just how much they don’t care for people in the wastelands. That being said, he typically keeps to himself to avoid dragging other people in. He may act cold toward strangers as a survival precaution, but there is still good in his heart. He wouldn’t be able to just sit and watch if someone were in dire need. The boy does have some unresolved anger management issues, so his rage will occasionally show its face if provoked and mess things up. He does his best to stay calm, however, in whatever way he can.

Skills: Drake has a number of skill sets, though none of them are ideal around the kind of people he's up against. Street smart is the best way to describe Drake. Without any real intimate education, the boy lacks any advantage on the intellectual spectrum. However, his potential for schooling is likely far above average. He's a great strategist when given the chance, as well as an excellent stealth asset. He is also very intuitive.

His energy powers give him the ability to sense those around him. He will usually know if someone unfamiliar is coming around the bend and can recognize previous auras. It is very hard to sneak up on him.

Weaknesses: While the boy is immune to heat, he is extremely susceptible to water and cold. What would take an hour for one character to get frostbite may take the boy a mere five to ten minutes.

Loved ones are also an Achilles heel. He is very likely to sacrifice himself if it means saving someone he cares about. The same goes for children, especially those around the same age as Kyle. 5-9 year olds, typically.

Brief History: Drake's mother, Charity Coleman, and father, Sebastian Coleman, were both two of the original chairmen in Erubesco. Both were highly regarded while they were alive. Sebastian, however, had a heavy drinking problem which developed early on. With Sebastian being an abusive drunk, Drake often got the short end of the stick. He stayed strong through it all, even focusing on keeping Kyle, his little brother, safe.

Kyle, fed up with all the fighting between factions, had joined Liberty in an attempt to bring the two together. It didn't end well, and the younger brother was killed during a public speech by an explosion, which was blamed on each opposing faction. Charity committed suicide after discovering Kyle's death. Sebastian, however, decided to take it out on Drake first, before joining his wife in the afterlife via a drunken accident.

After receiving this news in a less than pleasant demeanor, Drake set off on his own, making the decision to shy from both factions. Having discovered the corruption on both ends, he vowed to end the war between the factions once and for all. Somehow...

Other:

• Drake's favorite food is steak with Slim Jims and beef jerky being a close runner up.

• Drake is secretly really good with kids, but is usually too reserved to show it.
• Drake’s hair is actually fur similar to that of a border collie.
• Drake is incapable of sweating anywhere but through his mouth, if at all.

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Zoe

Full Name: Zoe

Nicknames/Aliases: Kitten, kitty, that cat

Age: Around 1 year old, 15 in human years

Gender: Female

Gifts: Disembodied voice projection, Shapeshifting

Loyalty: Whoever feeds her and plays with her, also Gale

Description: She is a cat. No, really. Just your typical house cat. A Maine Coon of a smaller size, to be specific. She has little white paws and big green eyes but is otherwise a spectrum of browns. Overall she’s a complete fluffball you can’t help but “awww” at. Unless you hate cats.

Her human form has brown, wavy hair similar in color to her brown fur. Her clothes usually consist of different shades of pinks, purples, and peaches, occasionally exhibiting a floral design. She is not opposed to playing dress up, as long as there aren’t any dangling features… Because those must be hunted down and destroyed.

Personality: She is not smart. Though she is smarter than most cats of her breed thanks to genetic enhancing. Her personality greatly represents that of a cat with ADHD that knows no bounds and obliviousness like no other.

Skills: She’s very cute. That’s it. She’s pretty much useless otherwise. Although she does have a beast form, granted she rarely uses it. She also has a natural and unintentional way of avoiding danger on accident that still puzzles scientists to this day.

Weaknesses: Oh gosh, tuna. Tuna everywhere, on the floor, on the walls, in her mouth. She loves it. Give her tuna.

Brief History: Zoe is the result of an Erubescan experiment project with animals. The results were satisfactory at first. After all, they had created an animal who could perform multiple gifts that they’re still uncovering to this day. Unfortunately, the creature was impossible to tame and had an extremely low IQ, making the project ultimately fail in the long run. Deciding their resources were better spent elsewhere, Project Morphis was shut down leaving many dead animals and one very much alive, albeit unecessary cat. None of the scientists had it in their heart to put the kitten down, and so she was pawned off to Gale in hopes that he could do the honors. Turns out he would do the exact opposite, instead adopting the cat as his companion. The two are now inseparable, both very protective of one another. Zoe seems unphased by his brutish ways, and in return she makes him seem almost human sometimes.

Other:

• Fish. Yummy yummy fish.

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