Cio

Apocalypse Not

Look what the tide washed in!

Monstrous form

Full Name:
She must've had one... right? Somehow, having your brain rot over decades can make one's recollection a touch spotty.

Nicknames/Aliases:
Michi, also known as lake hag

Age:
Appearance-wise early 30s, in reality at least 50 if you count the years she spent being, well, dead

Gender:
Female

Species:
Mortal - if you can call a waterlogged corpse that

Description:
Michi looks like a corpse. A soaking wet, bony, malnourished corpse with long limbs and even longer hair that resembles algae. When
well-fed and hydrated, Michi can maintain a more humanly appearance, but even then she looks like she's fallen ill with something. The
woman has pale skin that tints a sickly green, some areas appearing to be in necrosis. Her hair is dark and long enough to reach her
lower back. It never looks dry, always falling limply on her face and shoulders. Michi's face, much like the rest of her wiry body, is
bony and angular. Her normally heart-shaped face has been made sharp by the hollowed-out cheeks and wide-set, bulging orange eyes that
seem to stare right through you. The woman's lips are sensual but hide a row of nasty, jagged sharp teeth behind. Michi's features look
almost too big on her hollowed-out face, much like her head looks way too large on her skeletal shoulders.
If it was up to the corpse she wouldn't wear any clothes, as she finds them coarse and uncomfortable against the skin. Too dry. However,
to fit with society, even monsters need to dress modestly (not that Michi has any). Most of the clothes that can be seen on Michi look
way too big on her thin frame. Her style, if you could call it that, looks mostly what a homeless person might wear - worn-out t-shirts
and tracksuit pants that date back to when your grandpa was still alive. Despite wearing clothes, shoes still seem to be a foreign
concept to the zombie. She is most often seen going around totally bare feet.

Personality:
If you look at Michi, it's easy to write her off as a mindless beast that follows its primal urges. However, the woman is much more than
that. If you get to know her you'll find Michi to be extremely curious, to a fault. Despite her sometimes slow brain, she's very clever
and is capable of surprising people with her intelligence. You'll very quickly learn that Michi, just like any ordinary person, has
strong likes and dislikes, as well as a quick temper. She will make her opinion known even if she struggles to express them properly at
times. Moreover, Michi is very protective of allies and friends. This may be part of the more monstrous side of her and the need to
protect what she deems "her territory", but it goes deeper than just physically protecting those she holds dear. She is emotionally
intuitive and can pick up on when someone is feeling hurt, able to read social cues accurately. It also seems that the more she spends
time around other intelligent life forms, the better her cognitive skills become, almost like she's re-learning communication at a fast
pace after decades of isolation.

Skills:

Camouflage:
Minor shapeshifting abilities allow Michi to look more human. With this ability, she can appear to look nearly normal. Fuller cheeks,
less discolored skin, limbs that don't poke out like broken twigs. In her human disguise, Michi looks nearly beautiful, even if a bit
sickly. This transformation requires a lot of energy, however, and so Michi cannot keep the disguise up if she is starving or out of
moisture.

Water:
Michi is like a fish underwater. When submerged, she's hard to detect and even harder to catch, a natural swimmer. In water, Michi
becomes an apex predator that is nearly impossible to escape from: her abilities, particularly healing, are greatly amplified.
In addition to this, she has mild hydrokinetic abilities. Some call this waterbending, others deem her a witch. But to Michi, this is
simply a way to make sure some moisture is available even on dry land. She can't create water from thin air, only manipulate existing
water.

Eerie influence:
Despite her uninviting appearance, Michi has quite a way of persuading people to let their guard down around her. She has the magical
ability to compel potential prey to approach her with her voice, not unlike a siren beckoning sailors to drown. However, Michi
cannot compel people to do any acts that go against their morals, wants, or conscience. She can't make people perform actions that would
result in the injury of others or the person being compelled. She can merely use her ability to lure people towards her, where she will
finish the job once they get where she wants them. With a strong enough will, it is entirely possible to resist the urge to follow.

Once dead, always dead:
Walking that thin line between technically being alive yet still dead, Michi does not need to breathe or blink. She has barely any pulse
and appears cold to the touch, effectively masking her as a corpse to the human eye. Due to her slowed bodily functions she doesn't
bleed much, making her more endurant to hits and injuries.

Carnivore:
Michi is a skilled hunter, relying on her heightened senses of hearing and smell to track prey. Her diet is exclusively raw flesh -
preferably human in quality. The woman's teeth are jagged and sharp and can easily pierce through the thickest of skins.

Weaknesses:

Like a fish out of water:
On land, Michi is at a huge disadvantage. She is clumsy and awkward, doesn't quite know what to do with her limbs, and is easy to
overwhelm when not in touch with her element. She is highly dependant on moisture, and without access to any, she becomes weakened to
the point she is little threat to anyone. Without water, she can't heal from her injuries either.

Still mortal:
Michi may be dead, but invincible she is not. If you cut off her head, she becomes past tense as quickly as any ordinary human. She also
still needs to consume food, much like any zombie would. Without proper nourishment, she'll shrivel and starve, perhaps even quicker
than a human would.

Light-sensitive:
Although Michi has a keen sense of hearing and smell, she hasn't the best vision. Having adapted to a low-light life underwater, Michi's
eyes are light-sensitive. Bright lights can temporarily incapacitate Michi if utilized against her.

Rotting brain:
Michi is, unfortunately, a little soft in the head; being dead for decades does that to a person. She's by no means stupid, but her
cognitive responses can be sluggish at times. Add the fact that she is prone to caving in to her zombie-like urges and you'll have
someone that is easily persuaded into being on your side for the right price (food).

Brief History:
"Superior, they said, never gives up her dead."
She doesn't remember what came before. The past seems so distant, only coming to her in flashes: the chilling embrace of the lake, the
panic that surged through her when she struggled for air, eventually forced to inhale a heap of cold water. Lungs burning with the
sensation, world fading into black as all fight left her along with the last remains of oxygen. They never found her body, although, was
anyone even looking? The girl couldn't recall.
The corpse was content in its watery tomb, resting in the bottom of Lake Superior with countless other lost souls, never to be found. It
wasn't until the Apocalypse that things changed - a new energy surged through the corpse, bringing in a perversion of what would be
called life. The corpse had will again, and the first thing it felt was hunger. Feasting on bloated corpses and dead fish
couldn't satisfy the hunger within, and eventually, the corpse found land. Emerging on the southern end of the lake, the corpse first
found itself within the state of Michigan. With no memories and even less of an identity, the reanimated heap latched onto the first
thing it could see: an old sign at the side of a road. And so, the corpse adopted the name "Michi".
Michi doesn't really have much thoughts of the Apocalypse or its halting. She's more focused on just surviving and trying to figure out
who she was before all of this happened. Michi is curious about her own past and lost humanity, but that curiosity is often outweighed
by her animalistic side. If one thing about the Apocalypse really bothers Michi, it's the whole rivers turning to blood part. She's also
not too fond of most demons, viewing those who seek to carry out the Apocalypse as rivals for her own territory.

Other:
When agitated, Michi has a habit of biting at her own skin, much like a human might bite their fingernails as a nervous tic.
There are times when something she senses (sees, hears, smells) reminds Michi of her previous life. Upon discovering something familiar
like this, Michi might become wistful or even sad. It seems this is especially effective when it comes to songs she might recognise, as
those are one of the thing the brain forgets last.

Apocalypse Not

@Cio

@Blizz

youve got the right idea lol :--D

Apocalypse Not

I have an idea for a drowned creature, perhaps a human once died and transformed into a monstrous creature during the apocalypse? So I guess that would somewhat fall under the eldritch category, but also mortal. Would that be okay?

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

*drumroll* some fixes and changes laterrr, here she is:

Akane Zakuro

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✖ ‖ N a m e

Akane Zakuro

✖ ‖ A g e / B i r t h d a y

24 / September 23rd

✖ ‖ G e n d e r

Female

✖ ‖ B o d y T y p e

Slim build, not particularly toned, 5'7"

✖ ‖ V i l l a g e

Sunagakure
(Extended stay at Konoha)

✖ ‖ C l a n

No clan affiliation

✖ ‖ F a m i l y

Father: Unknown
Mother: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown

✖ ‖ R a n k

Jounin // Unknown Team

✖ ‖ T i t l e s / N i c k n a m e s

"The Crimson Shard Kunoichi"
"Zakuro" -> this isn't Akane's actual surname. It's actually just a nickname she recieved at the orphanage. It translates to pomegranate.

✖ ‖ P e r s o n a l i t y

Akane is a straightforward and fierce kunoichi. She is very determined and hard working and holds strong beliefs. On her leisure time Akane acts more relaxed. Her humour (like her fighting style) can be very sharp, but the redhead never goes for the low blow. She likes being challenged and despises people who haven't had to work for their achievements. Knowing what it's like to be an underdog, Akane values will power over natural talent.
Despite her matter-of-fact way of presenting herself, Akane is not an unkind person. She has never had that many friends so she's simply a little awkward around people, not having acquired the needed social skills from being around twenty other orphaned kids. To combat this, Akane has been trying to start conversations more often, trying to think of witty oneliners that make her sound more charismatic than she actually is. Despite her best efforts, she rarely manages to uphold the "cool and mysterious" facade for long. She's pretty socially awkward, after all.

✖ ‖ L i k e s

✖ - Spirited drinks
✖ - Daifuku (sweet stuffed mochi)
✖ - Flowers
✖ - Strategy
✖ - Challenge

✖ ‖ D i s l i k e s

✖ - Dojutsu
✖ - Cold/rainy weather
✖ - Mistaking skill for "talent"
✖ - Being underestimated
✖ - Cooking (she's awful at it)
✖ - Injustice

✖ ‖ N i n d o

"Life by it's very nature is unfair. Some get dealt a better hand than others, whether you can accept it or not."

✖ ‖ B i o g r a p h y

Akane was born presumably in Sunagakure. Not much of her mother is known, as the girl was abandoned soon after birth. Not having anyone to take care of her, Akane lived her childhood in an orphanage with other unfortunate kids of varying ages. From the very beginning it was told to them that the chances of getting adopted were slim to none. The times were rough: no one wanted an extra mouth to feed, no less a malnourished orphan child.
Because of the circumstances, the orphans grew up without parental figures. Often it was the oldest at the orphanage who took care of the littlest, but when food was scarce and competition ruthless, a hierarchy formed between the kids. Newcomers were treated as the lowest caste, while the oldest and strongest kids ruled the place, forming cliques. To survive, Akane had to ally herself with the older children, proving them she was useful to them. Only by making your way into a clique could you have realistical survival chances. The ones outside of these groups would be subject to harsh bullying from other children.

Akane enrolled into Suna's ninja academy two years behind her peers. Because of her status and no one willing to look out for her, Akane was forced to stay back at the orphanage for those few years, looking after the younger kids. When she finally had a chance to join, she studied hard to become a genin. Even still, she had already lost a few years of time merely because of circumstances out of her control, and Akane was determined to catch up.

After three years of failing at the second part of Chuunin exams, Akane won on her fourth try, at age 20. Each time she lost against a shinobi with a different kind of special ability - a detail which did not escape her notice.
First year it was a kid from the Hyuuga family, the known family of Byakugan users. On her second try, Akane got beaten by a 12-year-old with a powerful kekkei genkai that just so happened to be strong against Akane's chakra nature. The third time she lost, it was to an Uchiha who won at the last minute thanks to his sharingan manifesting mid-battle.
Then, on her fourth try, Akane nearly decapitated her opponent in her frustration and rage. That time, she finally did win. But the victory felt bitter. It felt hollow. What was the point in training hard if someone else was just given that victory in a silver platter? Someone more fortunate who just happened to have a genetic advance. What was the point in anything if it was all a game of chance?

Instead of being defeated, Akane fuelled her frustration into becoming stronger. She would rise up by working hard. She would be powerful for real, not with some cheats like dojutsu users. She had already built herself from the ground up so far. She could go further. She could reinvent herself. She could prove to the world, once and for all, that these rules were stupid. She would break the mold.

It took Akane only two years to reach the level of jounin after that. Something had changed in the woman. She had this burning determination that couldn't be quenched. In the span of four years, Akane trained excessively in the desolate deserts of Suna, developing her glass style.

✖ ‖ N a t u r e s

Wind (affinity), Earth, Fire

✖ ‖ T a l e n t s

Akane is very skilled in using her ninjutsu. She has trained hard to reach an impressive level of chakra control which doesn't come to her naturally. She has incorporated multiple natures into her jutsus, developing a combination style she calls "Glass Style". It combines the earth and fire natures, effectively making her able to create glass from ground particles. This style can be confused with a Kekkei Genkai such as Crystal Release, but it is not.
Incompetent at genjutsu, average at taijutsu. Even without the lightning nature, Akane is very quick in her movements. Compensating for her lack of physical strength, she uses her speed.

✖ ‖ J u t s u

Basic Jutsu

General Skill Techniques:
Body Flicker Technique
Body Replacement Technique (Instead of wood, Akane replaces her body with glass)
Clone Technique
Enclosing & Unsealing Technique
Silent Killing
Tree Climbing and Water Surface Walking Practises

Nature Jutsu

Wind Release: Air Current Wild Dance
The user creates and controls air currents from the palms of their hands. The technique is able to easily whip up loose dust in the area. It is also performed to create a controllable dust storm. Akane can combine this jutsu with her Glass Release: Piercing Glass Needles, to make the wind whip up her glass needles at the rate they're being created.

Wind Style: Web of the Bladed Spider
Utilizing the terrain around her, Akane spins her chakra conductive string around objects (like trees) to create a near invisible net. She may combine this with Body Flickering Technique, or even with Air Current Wild Dance to obstruct the area. After implemented, Akane only needs to feed her wind chakra through the string and wait for the target to pass through, slicing themselves in the process. The faster the target is moving, the more severe the damage - the wind chakra makes the string so sharp it is capable of cutting most materials including flesh and bone. Can't be used if there is nothing to tie the string between, and avoidable if detected.

Earth Style: Mineral Armour
The user flows earth-chakra through their body, absorbing the properties of earth around them to form a skin-deep armour that is transparent and is only visible when light reflects off it. Defends against blunt force trauma. Requires no extra chakra after initiating it, but needs a constant supply of stone to be maintained. Due to its reflective nature, the armour is able to shield Byakugan users from seeing inside the user. However by focusing their sight, this can be circumvented.

Advanced Nature Jutsu

Glass Release: Piercing Glass Needles
Akane places her palms on the ground and releases her chakra to form sharp needles of glass that sprout in a wave from the ground. This mid- to long-range technique can be used to both harm and trap an opponent on the ground level.

Glass Release: Shell of the Glass Beetle
Akane creates a shield made out of thick glass in one of two ways: placing her hands on the ground, or blowing sand from their hand. The transparent glass has an iridescent sheen to it.
Upon being struck the glass shatters, damaging the attacker with the resulting shards. The jutsu is especially effective against melee attacks. Because of it's chakra-packed and reflective nature, this jutsu protects the user from most dojutsu (most notably Byakugan) while behind it. Can be used to block ranged attacks too, but it will only inflict damage on short range.

Glass Release: Molten Glass Breath
Akane places sand in her mouth and forms required seals to blow molten glass on her enemies. Short to medium range.

Glass Release: Crimson Glass Blade
Akane places her hand on the ground to pull out a blade of glass she can wield as a weapon. Short range.

Taijutsu

Whirlwind Parry
Akane parries an incoming melee attack with her weapon, followed by a spinning low kick and a punch. Lastly she uses a Wind Release technique to send the attacker flying back, allowing Akane to keep her distance.

Glass Cannon
While wielding her Rock Armour, Akane concentrates her chakra to her fists and flickers behind her target, delivering a single rapid punch to the enemy's back. The force of the blow sends the target flying back, and the Rock armor on her fist shatters like glass, piercing the target. Immediate melee range.

✖ ‖ W e a p o n s A n d T o o l s

Chakra String:
works similarly to Chakra Blades. The thin yet strong string is made out of a special material that allow's the user's chakra to flow through it. Combined with Akane's Wind Chakra, the string can be used to make near invisible yet devastating area traps that can cut through almost anything with ease. You can detect the string only by seeing light reflect off it (or by chakra-seeing abilities).

Red Sand: Akane carries with her red sand from the desert. She uses it as a component for her glass release techniques. Because of the sand's red colour, the resulting glass has a red tint to it.

Summoning Scrolls: For various tools and weapons

✖ ‖ F i g h t i n g S t y l e

Relying mostly on her ninjutsu, Akane prefers a more discreet style of combat. She rarely charges at the opponent head on, instead calculating her surroundings and using them to her advantage. She tends to avoid close-quarters combat, preferring to stay out of reach of the opponent if possible.
Akane excels in combat where she is able to move around a lot and keep her opponent at an arm's length. She isn't going to win in terms of physical strength and durability, so she has to rely on dexterity and careful placement of her tools and ninjutsu to gain the upper hand on the opponent. As long as Akane is able to keep her distance, she is devastatingly deadly.

✖ ‖ T h e m e S o n g

Tear Rain by Amateras Records

✖ ‖ P l a y e d B y

Cio

Naruto: Fire From Ember (open/accepting)

still accepting new players?

[c a n c e l e d]

_{Interactions: @KatKook (Kate)
Mentions: Mike and Elliot}

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Down from my ceiling drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here, there's a pool
And when I'm swimming in through a tunnel, I shut my eyes

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Mia's wave quickly froze as she noticed the way Kate yelped, spilling coffee out of her cup on the lawn. Had she startled her? Smiling apologetically, the brunette scratched the back of her head as the shorter girl walked over, complaining about Mia having scared her.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry," the Estonian apologised through a laughter and her regret still genuine, as was evident from her eyes. They stood there for half a beat, Kate clearly examining Mia briefly. Mia was about to wonder if the reunion was awkward for some reason, but then, just as quickly, Kate beamed and reached out to clasp Mia's hands in her own.
Oh, her friend was awesome. And warm. It was hard not to notice, especially with how affectionate Kate was. Just the simple, soft brush of fingers against Mia's faintly scraped knuckles sent a small shiver down her spine, and the girl began to wonder if it she was about to catch a cold. Maybe it was just the light breeze out here.
It was hard not to feel elated at the knowledge that her best friend had missed Mia over the summer too. Mia knew Kate had been overseas for the summer, and she'd proably hung out with many of her old friends there, had a great time and all that. And while Mia was glad Kate had had the opportunity for such a summer, it did sting a little compared to her bland and boring summer.
"Missed ya too," Mia quipped with a lopsided smile. She sounded casual and relaxed, but her eyes couldn't hide the true weight behind that statement. She really had missed Kate. She'd missed all of her friends immensely, but Kate especially. Mia didn't consider Kate her best friend for no reason (and to be clear, Mia didn't exactly 'do' the whole best friend thing, but if she had to choose, Kate was closest to filling that position in her life).
It wasn't lost on Mia that Kate wasn't very comfortable with the crowd full of people they were in the middle of. Even as the girl leaned closer to talk to Mia, she glanced around as if to scan the amount of men there were.

"Uhhhh," Mia drawled, laughing awkwardly as she looked back at the boys at Kate's comment about hugging. "I don't mind it," Mia tried to brush it off, acutely aware that her hands were still being held by Kate. "Hey dudes, I'll be right back ok? Don't do anything stupid without me," Mia requested as she smiled at Elliot and Mike. Mia wasn't quite done catching up with Kate and she knew how uncomfortable men made her, so she'd gladly step aside qith her for a minute. Elliot and Mike wouldn't mind hopefully. Mia wasn't done catching up with them either, after all.

Giving the boys one last look that clearly signaled 'I'm sorry', Mia turned back to look at her friend and led them through the crowd until they were standing on a less crowded area on the lawn. They were still close to people, but far enough to have a sense of privacy. Now Mia could focus on answering the barrage of questions Kate had asked before they'd moved.
"Honestly, my summer was about as intersting as watching watching paint dry," Mia groaned with a mild wince. Pause. Then, "Actually... you know what? I rather I'd been watching paint dry," she concluded.

Mia shook her head to herself, getting back on track. She smiled and nudged Kate with her arm: "I'm much more interested about your summer. You actually went to places! How was it? You had fun, yeah?"
Okay, so maybe Mia was bad at answering questions about herself. So? She preferred to deflect and redirect. Besides it wasn't as if there was much to tell anyway. Her summer had been miserable, and full of urban exploration that had felt meaningless without any buddies. Mia was absolutely sick of her own company, and her only human contact outside of work had been her jackass mother and her boyfriend. She had a lot of bottled up feelings about the summer, most of which Mia was determined to never let see the light of day if she could help it. She'd rather implode than bring Kate's mood down, and man, she should really be focusing on Kate right now, shouldn't she?
"And hey, I think I can hug my friend if I haven't seen her in a while. Just don't want people to go around thinking I do it all day," Mia half-joked. As Mia said this, she opened her toned arms in a casual invitation for said hug. She'd be lying if she said she didn't desperately want a hug right now.
"After you tell me all there is to tell, I want some muffins. I've been craving them since last year's fair -- and you know the ones here are hands down the best ones!"

[c a n c e l e d]

A collaboration with @Hero (Elliot)
_{Other interactions: @Legion02 (Mike) & @KatKook (Kate)}

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Mia's head whipped around at the sound of her name being shouted. She was met with the sight of her favourite puppy dog of a man, Elliot, pushing his way through the crowd to meet her. It was impossible to ascertain from Elliot's voice whether he was aware of the whole Elites situation or not, as his excitement could've been born out of anything. That's the thing Mia most liked about Elliot - he always brought sunshine wherever he went. The man seemed to have this uncanny ability to make Mia enjoy herself in a way that made her forget everything that made the world such a shitty place to live in, if only just for a moment.
"Hey man," the brunette greeted with a grin as the himbo (and Mia used that word in the fondest sense possible, thank you very much) reached her.

Elliot's attention was quickly averted as he, too, noticed the list on the billboard. Mia rested her hand on Elliot's shoulder as she observed his reaction to the piece of paper. When Elliot sincerely pointed out they got the names wrong, Mia had to further lean on him to keep her balance as a joyous laughter broke through. After spending a few beats gathering herself, Mia leaned back and met her friend's eye.
"Damn, you're totally right," she agreed with a somber face, not even a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Elliot was too pure in Mia's eyes; she'd never maliciously make fun of his low intelligence. Only in a friendly way.
"I'm as lost as you are, although I think it's got something to do with Ms. Fortune. Think we made it into her list of Elites, whatever that means," Mia contemplated. The Estonian took a brief look at Elliot before continuing, her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Dunno why she'd make me 'the Artist' though. I don't paint... or sing, or whatever."

Elliot shook his head once more as he pocketed his phone, lips pressed in a frown as he looked back at the board. After a few seconds of silence, he snapped his fingers, feeling an understanding. “I got it,” He said, feeling the clarity. “You’re a work of art, so artist--no, that...doesn’t seem right...not that you’re not hot but I don’t think I get it, either.” He sighed, scratching the back of his head.

He squinted at some other names and faces, reeling back as he suddenly remembered what she said. “Wait, MsFortune like the one from Insta? Like...I thought that was just some troll account with pretty pictures. Though, that’s most of Insta,” He shrugged, clearly making little effort in actually understanding what was happening.

Mia blinked a few times as she took in Elliot’s attempt at explaining the situation. Even though it went nowhere, Mia couldn't help but softly smile at the man's words.
”Damn, I thought you were onto something there,” Mia sighed with Elliot, feeling at least a little better about the nickname thanks to him.
”Maybe you’re the Kyle ‘cause like… it’s a reference to something maybe? Someone named Kyle, someone famous,” Mia offered in return, although she was absolutely lost as to why Elliot had gotten the nickname he did as well.

”Maybe you’re right and this is all just an elaborate troll. None of the names make any damn sense... Unless Kyle is your middle name,” Mia added. The brunette took a few breaths to think over her words, trying to maybe find an answer that hadn’t been voiced yet. She came up empty.

Despite the uneasy feeling at the bottom of Mia’s stomach - this whole thing wouldn’t end well for anyone - she let a little grin tug at her lips.
”Hey, it’s definitely one of those word thingies,” she said with a playful nudge to Elliot’s side. The English word was escaping her, and she had to look around for it a bit. ”Word shortenings… a lühend, a... it’s like abbri-something, right? KYLE obviously stands for: Kind, uhh Youthful? Legit, and the E is for Elliot!” Mia mentally cringed at herself.

Elliot looked relieved at Mia’s explanation, laughing as he nodded. “See, that makes way more sense,” He agreed with her explanation. “Mostly because my middle name is Johnathan, but I don’t think MsFortune would know that. But she doesn’t seem to know my first name, either.” He shook his head in disappointment.

He fell quiet for a moment, the gears in his head whirring at a mile a minute. “So then...A for Awesome, R for Radical, T for Turbulent, I for...Intelligent, S for Super Awesome, T for--wait, no, they’re missing the ‘M’ for your name,” He gasped, shocked he found a flaw in her explanation, though he then added, “I really thought that was it, too…”

Mia smiled at Elliot, chuckling as she shook her head and sighed.
”Hey, at least we tried. I think you were totally close to figuring it out,” she assured, trying to push away the growing uneasiness. The whole ‘spilling secrets’ part of the instagram post was haunting Mia with its existence. Were these some sort of code names for all of them? But they had used their real faces…
Mia’s phone buzzed in her other hand then, informing her of a new message. ”Wait, I think that’s-” she began, only to be interrupted by another person calling her name.
Mike? Phone forgotten, Mia turned to greet the confused man. She remembered him being labeled ‘the Hermit’ on the board, and while it was more than a little mean, Mia couldn’t help but understand where MsFortune had been coming from. At least one name made sense.

”Hey! Me and Elliot were just trying to figure that out actually,” Mia answered with a shake of her head. Even though the circumstances were odd, it was good to see Mike around. Her accent always started to become more pronounced the longer she talked in one go.
”I initially came here to find that food truck that sells pastries and waffles, the Belgian one that comes like every year,” the brunette continued, reminded by the faint scent of delicious waffles reaching her nostrils. (They were nothing compared to Mia’s absolute favourite waffles that could only be gotten from that one bubble waffle place in Tallinn, but they were competent enough. Thinking of those waffles just made her miss Estonia more. Curses.)

Mia’s phone buzzed in her hand again, reminding her of its existence. ”Oh!” the girl exclaimed as she remembered the unread messages. Mia was hoping they were from Kate, and for once her hopes were fulfilled.



”Kate’s looking for me,” Mia informed, looking up from her screen.
It didn’t take too long for Mia to spot a familiar jean jacket in the crowd. Kate would’ve been much harder to spot had Mia not been 5’8” and familiar with most of Kate’s closet. Mia gave Elliot and Mike a glance before tracking Kate again.
”Kate! Behind you,” Mia shouted at the other girl’s turned back, raising her hand halfway to do a little wave.

[c a n c e l e d]

"The Artist 🎨"

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Getting back into the hassle of school after a long summer vacation didn't come easily to many students at Alexandrina Prepatory school. However, this wasn't the case for Mia who had spent her entire summer bored out of her mind. Stuck at a low-pay summer job by day and sharing a modest apartment with her pathetic excuse of a mother by night, Mia's summer had been spectacularly unspectacular. Spending just a few hours in the same room as her mother always made Mia god-fucking-nearly lose her mind, and not being able to hang out with her friends didn't help. Whenever the opportunity arose, Mia had blown out some steam by doing what she did best: recklessly adventuring in abandoned urban buildings and probably trespassing on someone's private property along the way.
When Mia had showed up to school on the first day with bruised knees and a wrist wrapped up in bandages, it didn't take a genious to figure out why. Turns out that making a miscalculated leap from the roof of a garage while worked up because your mother is a fucking türapea isn't the wisest decision out there.

If there was one thing Mia had missed about school above all else, it was seeing her friends. Like, actually being able to hang out with them instead of just seeing them do all the fun stuff without her through social media. As always, the League of Bros was a delight! Mia hadn't had any trouble jumping head first back into the tomfoolery (oh, how she'd missed them). It was refreshing to have some company on her expeditions. And of course there was Kate, too. Kate was just... well, she was Kate, lovely and awesome and as adventurous as ever. Mia couldn't bring herself to tell the older girl how much she'd missed her over the summer, but that was just due to her own shortcomings.
Although most of the students came from crazy rich families (and acted accordingly too), Mia was happy that she'd found her footing in Alex Prep with her kind of people. Even if she still got distasteful looks from some of the really rich brats, Mia had gotten extremely good at not giving a shit. It must've been her superpower or something.

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_{Wednesday, September 16 2020}

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It was around 6:30 AM when Mia woke up in the room she shared with the one and only Charlotte de Hauteville. Mia had been out late as per usual, so waking up this early wasn't really ideal. However, it became increasingly clear that Mia wouldn't be able to go back to sleep as whenver she tried to close her eyes, sleep drifted further out of her reach.
Sporting a solid five hours of sleep, the brunette got out of bed and sneaked around the room as quietly as possible as to not wake up her roommate. Mia didn't need any other reasons for the pretty blonde to hate her — and she was pretty sure Lottie did hate her at least a little — and besides, Mia knew that Charlotte preferred having the room to herself anyway.
After gathering everything she needed and putting on some clothes Mia exited the room on her tiptoes. She still felt a little sore from the mishaps she'd taken part in the day before. There was a nasty looking road rash on her right elbow from a dare gone wrong, and Mia's knee brace was back to stay. Mia wore it most of the time anyway; even when she didn't absolutely necessarily need it, for comfort. She did need it now, though.

Mia plopped down on her favourite couch in the second floor's communal area, yawning as she sunk down further into the cushions. Few people were awake at this point, but Mia didn't mind the quietness. On the contrary, she quite enjoyed it. Being awake when many others weren't made Mia feel like she had the whole school to herself. Those few quiet hours were hers and hers only.

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By 9:30 AM the school grounds were a lot more lively. Music could be heard from outside and students were steadily flowing in and out of the communal area. During her alone time, Mia had gotten some extra studying done. Thanks to the festival there were no classes for the time being, but the brunette liked staying one step ahead of everyone in case something more interesting presented itself to her when she was actually supposed to study.
Enough studying for now. The Festival was there, just waiting to be attended. Mia already had a list of dozen things she wanted to do there -- one of them obviously being a visit to the delicious pastry food truck. Putting her things away, Mia got up and headed out.

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There was a small crowd gathered at the Festival enterance. They were all looking at something on the billboard there, murmuring and pointing at whatever was plastered on the board. As Mia made her way closer, some of the students gave her a look Mia couldn't decipher, but didn't say anyhing. What was the fuss about? Mia pushed herself through and came face to face with a list titled 'The Elites'.

Wait a minute. That was her face. Second row, third from left, that was her. And look, Kate was there too. And Mike. All of her friends, really. As was Lottie and the pretty new redhead girl Mia couldn't remember the name of. All of the students on the list Mia knew, paired with weird nicknames to go. What the fuck?

"Well she could've at least chosen a better picture of me!" was Mia's first reaction. It came out like a groan, followed by a squint as Mia examined the piece of paper closer. "'The Artist'? What's that even supposed to mean?" the brunette exclaimed, taking out her phone to text Kate. As Mia opened instagram to dm her friend, a post from TheMsFortune popped up on her feed.
Maybe I should open instagram more often, Mia realised as she read the caption and let the information sink in. Secrets. That part in particular made Mia's stomach sink. If her name was on the list, it meant that someone had dirt on her, it meant that her privacy wasn't safe from prying eyes. Mia hated that. She hated the thought of being known, and hated the thought of being known by strangers even more. My God, it has that many likes already? Is that even humanly possible?
Mia barely used instagram for anything but messaging and keeping up with her friends. Heck, she had like 16 followers and nine posts, most of them pictures of cool abandoned buildings or messy selfies with the Bros. Why would anyone care about what she had to hide? She'd thought the whole 'Elites' thing had been a joke, for crying out loud! Or had that just been her wishful thinking?



After hitting send Mia turned around and scanned the festival enterance, looking for any familiar faces from the billboard.

The Runners - / Open - 5 spots only. CLOSED

This is kind of a WIP, most of the information is there but the formatting is very barebones ^^"

Joan

Name:
Nicole Joan - Call her anything but Joan and she'll end you.

Nicknames:
"Jo" or "Nico" if you're really close with her. Otherwise tread lightly.

Age:
18

Appearance:


Joan is a rather ordinary looking girl. She doesn't care much about her appearance beyond making sure her hair and clothes are clean. Joan's hair is a dull, medium brown and it's the straightest, least curly hair you've ever seen. The strands tend to gather into awkward spikes that are almost as prickly as her personality.
Joan's eye colour is a light grayish blue, although from a distance it's hard to tell. The girl's voice is sharp and almost a bit nasal when she raises it. She's 5'4".

Background:
Nicole Joan is half-Norwegian, although she's never lived in Norway. Joan was placed into foster care at the age of seven becuase her parents were deemed unfit to care for her. After that she spent a few years going through the system, switching from home to home. She was permanently taken in by a nice couple at the age of nine, and albeit Joan was luckier than many others, she still had a hard time connecting with the foster parents. The rift only worsened when puberty hit and Joan began piecing together her own personality along with normal teenage rebellion.
Despite her personal struggles, outwardly Joan's life was very desirable. She was doing well in school - especially in science - and her foster parents were two of the loveliest people you could've hoped for. They were secure, middle-class, and fully supported Joan's plans for university. She even had an attentive boyfriend named Benjamin; a warm, stable presence in Joan's life.
It was all working out for Joan.
Why would she ever want to leave?



Personality:
Joan isn't the most easily likeable person of the bunch. She is often dubbed "the ice queen" for a reason, as it doesn't take two seconds for her prickly personality to lash out. Joan is easily irritated and voices her opinions a bit too bluntly, not caring if she comes across bitchy or not. She can be nice, too. It's just hard to believe from looking at her.

Likes & Dislikes:
+ Stability
+ Driving
+ Twizzlers

- People
- Authority
- Chaos



Dreams:
It's not like Joan hasn't dreamed of disappearing before. She's had the thought more often than she'd like to admit, actually. Just no plan for how to execute it.
Still, even without a plan Joan would be a dirty liar if she said she hadn't thought of leaving everything behind at a moment's notice. As for where she'd go, the girl isn't quite sure. Maybe somewhere on the countryside, some a small town in central Europe. Someplace where no one knew her.

FC and text color: Jena Malone, #ffcd42

The Runners - / Open - 5 spots only. CLOSED

@Enchanted Fairy Finally found someone who fits perfectly + has pictures with the right kind of style!! Gonna work on my cs tomorrow 👌