MarshiestMallow

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

ATTENTION

Have i got your attention? No? yes? Well.

Either way.

Due to the large amount of posts, stories, arcs and general messiness of a roleplay that has been going steady for four plus years, at the end of this arc (Tenuro Island) We will be beginning a new thread. Current characters that are accepted will be automatically accepted due to this, and as soon as this arc is over, I will start the new thread.

So please, fresh blood if you are reading this, don't be terrified of the 62000 plus combined posts! Its four years worth of work, and we will be starting a new thread! Where we will have a better system for important events! Due to this, you can create and join the roleplay, however I wouldn't recommend posting until the new thread, that way your characters can come in fresh and not just "Hey how are-" Whoops, two year time skip.

All are welcome to join!

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

Theodore

Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
Interacting With: Isaura Elders @Vicier, and Emily Colbeck.

Waiting for Isaura and Emily to return, Theodore watched the clouds go by the window, a little deep in thought. This was the first trip he had taken, since his parents had died, and he wanted to try and make it as grand as he could for Emily. He tried so hard to do right by her, and yet still sometimes he worried it wasn’t enough. At the sound of Isaura’s voice, Theodore looked over, smiling as Emily came running towards him. He would have been utterly and completely lost without Isaura… she had been the rock that had kept him steady, and had helped out with Emily every chance she could.

Theodore was lucky to have her in his life, and he couldn’t imagine it without her. Leaning over to help Emily buckle herself in, he gave her back her headphones, settling back himself, waiting for Isaura to return as well. The last year had shown him just what it would be like, to truly be a family… they’d been together for what felt like forever, at least to Theodore, and he wanted it to last forever. He wanted Emily to have a home again, instead of just a place to come back to. He tried to desperately to give her a home, but… he worried it wasn’t enough.

He could never give her what their parent’s would have… but he’d damn well try, and he knew that Isaura would to. Looking up, meeting her gaze, returning her smile, Theodore knew that everything he wanted in the world was right there with him. Isaura… even the thought of her filled him with warmth. And her smile sent him over the moon… There really was nothing he wouldn’t do, for her, for Emily. And there was no one he’d rather have by his side to help raise his little sister. It had been hard so far, but he knew it would have been a million times harder without Isaura.

He was already reaching to unbuckle himself, to then rise and sweep her into his arms, when the turbulence happened, the bumping in the air-the change from the smooth flight-forcing him back into his seat from where he’d been, poised to undo his seatbelt. Not terribly concerned-turbulence occurred on just about every flight, so he didn’t think it was anything to worry about-And then it became worse, stronger, longer and he reached out, flinging his arm across Emily, as if that could stop her from flying out her seat any better than her seatbelt, the motion was instinct, not something he stopped to consider as foolish, and when making sure that she was okay, his gaze searched for Isaura, reaching out to her despite the distance.

As the creaking and groaning began, he reached for Emily’s hand, gripping it with his right, even as he reached across, twisting to try and reach Isaura, forgetting about his seatbelt, that he hadn't yet unbuckled it, not sure what he was even trying to do. Save her from falling luggage? Or pull her back, towards him, to protect her and Emily? It didn't seem to matter... either way, he just wanted to have her hand in his.

"Isaura!" he cried, just wanting her safe beside him, even as his mind sped up, trying to make sense of the situation and telling him that maybe there was no safety anymore. Maybe they were going to go down... maybe this was it... he gripped Emily's hand tighter, keeping his gaze on Isaura, "I love you, I love you both... Isaura!" His words were drowned by the explosion, and he screamed, frustrated that he couldn’t do anything for one of the few people he loved, stretching his fingers out further as if he could do something about it, pull her back to him with sheer force of will, keeping the tight grip on Emily, as if he could stop her from disappearing from his side.

”ISAURA”

As the mask’s came down, Theodore rather furiously pulled one down, but his touch was gentle as he put it on Emily, forgetting everything he’d been taught about plane safety, and just wanting to make sure that she was okay. Forgetting a mask for himself, he reached to undo his seatbelt, his mind finally recalling that that was why he couldn’t get up. His fingers, shaking with adrenaline, thumbled for the release, all the while, he kept his eyes on Isaura, as if afraid taking his eyes off her would mean she was gone from him forever. He couldn’t bare to see the pain and fear in her gaze, in her beautiful eyes, and his heart almost broke when she reached towards him. He hated seeing the look, hated being too far away. He’d do anything to take her in his arms, and shelter her, protect her… and Emily.

He couldn’t lose either of them. ”Isaura” He whispered, trembling fingers grasping the clasp, to unbuckle himself, to go to her, when the sound of metal breaking, screeching apart was added to the sounds the plane already had-screaming, crying, fearful sounds piercing through through everything, and he screamed Isaura’s name again, twisting to protect Emily as much as he could, seatbelt forgotten as he held his sister, tears pricking his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He couldn’t let Emily see his tears, couldn’t let her know he was afraid.

”it’s going to be okay… It’s always going to be okay, I’ll always be there, I’ll always save you” He said into his sister’s ear, wanting to reassure her, wanting to let her know that no matter what, he’d always be there to pick her up, and make things right. Even if they only had a few moments left, he wanted her to know that her big brother would go to the ends of the earth for her. He wanted to say the words to Isaura, wanted to le her know how much he loved her, that he would be nothing without her, but he couldn’t, and now he choked back a sob, painfully swallowing around a lump in his throat, closing his eyes tight, still refusing to let the tears fall.

He couldn’t do anything for Isaura and it was killing him, tearing his heart out.

At her voice, Theodore looked up, turning to look to her. reaching for him, he reached for her, his grasping fingers suddenly brushing through air, and then she was gone from him, "ISAURA" He bellowed, the word tearing through his throat painfully, ”Isaura!” He rasped, once more having a near death grip on Emily, as if he could defy gravity, as he watched as half of his existence was torn away from him, tears fallen unbidden down his cheeks.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Ashton, Riley, Niesha

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Location: The Hordebuster
Skills: Mechanic (Ash)

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Ash's eyes darted to the rearview mirrors, taking a second to note the exact position he had inexplicably gotten them into. His beloved vehicle was mired in a widening swath of Georgia's famous red clay, turned partially to slush with the melting of the season's snow. The Dead were coming closer to their position, indeed many a few were already there, clawing upon his Hordebuster and making the prospect of leaving the vehicle perilous. This would not do. Considering Riley's suggestion on the topic, he responded with determination in his voice. "Leaving the 'Buster is not the best course of action. I built this girl to endure, and we've been through worse." He tested his luck with the accelerator again, hope bleeding away but unwilling to show it outwardly. Very little in the way of movement was achieved with the Hordebuster, but Ash knew that his creation was capable of more than it was demonstrating. "Even if we are stuck, we're safe from the Dead in here. We stay quiet, they'll remember there's something more interesting to the south."

Niesha sighed and nodded. It would be a long few hours until the dead figured there was nothing of interest... that wasn't what worried her. What if a group like theres stumbled along and saw them? They'd be sitting ducks, even if they couldn't get in... all they'd have to do was sit there and let them starve and dehydrate in here.

"A few hours is well and good, but if it takes the dead longer to disperse we might have to consider fighting free." she said softly, glancing down at her things, she knew she couldn't waste any arrows. She had a finite number of them... and her bat, and knife. Neither would be good with a herd of walkers... "Well... not the worst situation to be in." at least they were all sane, for now.

"Anyone got a set of cards then?" Riley asked as she leaned back in her seat as she could hear the tires trying to move forward from the mud. She looked towards Niesha and then Ashton understanding that getting out would still be really bad. But she wasn't that keen on staying in the car with a herd of walkers nearby and surrounding the vehicle. Riley rubbed the back of her neck and looked over at her pack and her gear that was there.

"Cards?" questioned Ash, "Doubt it. Not giving up yet, anyway. Just saying, if we have to wait, we're good for a while." Like hell he was going to stay there any longer than he had to. Taking a different approach, Ash shifted the Hordebuster into reverse and eased on the gas, hoping to gain a little purchase on more solid ground before gunning it forward. The vehicle moved, but just a little. While it was not success by any means, it was something. "C'mon girl, you've got this..." His voice made it uncertain whether he was speaking out of confidence or desperation.

Niesha shook her head, leaning back in her seat, she shifted just enough so she was sitting on one leg, the other on the floor. If they were going to be there a while, she was going to get comfortable. As Ash once more tried to move the Hoardbuster, she shifted again, glancing about them as they moved just a little. Not wanting to say something, and jynx them, Niesha leaned back in her seat.

Riley remained quiet after her comment as she looked over towards Chloe's pack she had managed to take off of her body before leaving the funeral home. She closed her eyes letting out a soft sigh. She felt the Hordebuster move slightly as Ashton tried to get it out of the mud. But still no use she reached for her radio giving it a quick look over before setting it down to the side for now, she wasn't sure if it still worked or not but she didn't want to waste the batteries on it.

The tiny amount of movement was both disappointing and hopeful, as was the sudden quiet inside the cab of his big truck. Ash could get his Hordebuster the slightest bit of purchase in the muddy ground next to the road; hopefully it was enough to get them moving again. The Hordebuster was, once upon a time, a severe duty tandem axle vehicle, useful on work sites without proper roads. While the outside received a massive makeover and the fuel system converted into a multi-fuel unit, the core of the great roadbeast remained the same. It could save them, like it had saved so many long ago. "We're not done yet, girl. One more time, please." Ash spoke, treating the truck like an old friend. He shifted into reverse, bringing the Hordebuster back further off the road. As the saying went, "In for a penny, in for a pound", and there wasn't much good attempting the exact thing that netted so little results. Shifting back into first, Ash turned the wheel sharply, gunning the vehicle along another angle away from the squishy patch that was giving them hassle. There was a tense, laborious second when everything seemed to stop. The wheels spun impotently against wet, unstable ground, until Ash could feel a change in vibration through the frame of the truck. One of the wheels had caught solid earth and was pushing against it, hauling them free. Once back on the road fully, Ash exclaimed, "Yeah! That's my baby! Now let's get the hell out of here." He could be stoic in a minute. This was a time for relief.

As Ash seemed to get the hoardbuster to move just a little bit, Niesha closed her eyes. Which didn't do much against the noises the walkers were making, but Niesha didn't care. She sighed softly. Ash would either get them out, and probably destroy the ground doing so, or they'd be stuck here for a time until the ground hardened a bit or they could get out.

There wasn't anything she could say, nor any advice she could offer, so Niesha stayed silent, keeping to herself. There was no point breaking Ash's concentration, and for a moment, she was enjoying the respite.

Riley kept her fingers crossed as she watched Ashton doing his best at the wheel to get the Hordebuster unstuck closing her eyes quietly praying to herself that they would get free. When the buster finally got itself free Riley leaned back in the seat and took a very deep breath. Waiting for a herd to thin out while in a vehicle was probably the worse thing that could happen in her opinion.

"Thank fucking god." Riley said softly as she ran a hand through her hair, looking over towards Niesha and gave her a gentle nudge seeing that she was being pretty quiet. "We are free." Riley said giving her a happy smile at least something was finally working for them now.

And it certainly seemed like things were working out for the gang in the Hordebuster. The big, barrelling mass of cowcatcher primed, diesel-booze fueled machinery was back on solid, level pavement, headed forward as fast as it could safely grip the road. Cautious optimism (or something that had to pass for optimism out of sheer necessity) filled Ash's words as they pulled out into the highway intersection, "Alright... I think we're going to be okay."

Apparently, the word "okay" was the signal that fate was waiting for, having conveniently put a horizontal pane of ice in front of them, still hard and smooth enough to make a truck of its size lose friction with the road below. Also unfortunately, the laws of physics still applied, meaning that the object at motion (The Hordebuster) tended to stay at motion, unless acted upon by another force. Now, the writings of the immortal Mr. Newton had bearing in this instance for two reasons: 1) The Hordebuster couldn't stop, and 2) the poor sap driving it (Ash) couldn't steer. Any second now, another force was going to act on it, with potentially mortal consequences for the trio inside. Ash gunned it, hoping that speed would be enough to regain some semblance of control. The results were not ideal. Oh, the truck made it across, more sideways than straight on, taking out a business sign in the process and damn near plowing into a once brightly-colored orange building that used to be a child daycare center. An eerily calm, "Damnit." issued from the driver's seat, prompting one to potentially wonder about Ash's sanity yet again. At least being off of the road for a second time gave him the gift of traction; a thing which the former Army Engineer utilized to decent effect, getting the truck pointed in the right direction and back on the road.

Just for good measure, Ash obliterated a lone corpse shambling cluelessly toward them as soon as they were righted. It's what the truck was built for, anyway.

As things seemed to go well for all of two seconds, Niesha relaxed. As shit once more hit the fan, Niesha couldn't help it. She started laughing, a full on belly laugh that brought tears to her eyes. She was soon out of breath, but the laughter would not be denied. As she tried to rein in the now breathless laughter, Niesha hugged herself, her arms around her stomach as the ache of laughing so hard made itself known, and still she couldn't seem to stop.

What twist of fate, what role of the dice, what flip of the coin would strand them in such circumstances, one after the other, and still keep them alive, still keep them kicking? It almost seemed like someone was toying with them, some god in the heavens maybe, or maybe one of those trickster gods or something, that just wanted to see them suffer, and enjoy that suffering.

For a brief moment or two, Niesha was left breathlessly laughing, slowly bringing herself back under control. She reached up to wipe laugh tears from her cheeks, "You can't make this shit up."

Riley felt the Hordebuster loosing traction as it hit a patch of ice on the road, her thoughts quickly turned bad as she thought that they would end up wrecking. She strapped herself in tighter into her seat as tight as she could, Riley took in a few deep breathes as she heard and watched the sign before them easily get turned into a mess. Seeing the children's daycare center that it had belonged to.

Then another walker ended up being the next victim of Ash's driving, though it was designed to mow down a bunch of walkers. Riley looked towards Niesha as she started busting out laughing, she didn't really know why she decided to be quiet about it as Riley thought about Amelia once more, still worried about her girlfriend and wondered if she did make it out of Newnan alive still. "Maybe we should start scoring points on how many things Ash can run over?" Riley said with a light laugh.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

@NuttsnBolts
Yes! The plan to take over the world is slowly coming together, Aussies everywhere!

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

@dabombjk
Looks good! I've moved him across!

@Almalthia
And I moved your character over too!

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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Arlic Aarvack

_{"You don't stand a Ghost of a chance"
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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Name:

Arlic Aarvack

Nick-Names:

Garlic

Gender:

Male

Species:

Meta Human

Occupation:

N/A

Place Of Origin:

Bludhaven

Alias:

Phantom

Age:

18

Birthday:

October 23'rd, 1999

_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Partner:

N/A

Father:

Verdock Aarvack

Mother:

Mary Aarvack]

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Personality:
♦ Impulsive ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Cheerful ♦ Curious ♦ Outgoing ♦ Chaotic Neutral

Arlic has an almost open book kind of personality. Very rarely will he ever lie to you, but he will not always tell you the whole truth. He likes to explore and discover new things, learn new things, but he will always try to set himself as the victor in the end. He has a very optimistic personality, and while he cannot be called charming, Arlic is a joy to be around

Likes:

✔ Books✔ Exploring✔ spicy foods✔ The color Blue✔ Edgy things, things with an edgy overtone

Dislikes:

✘ Being Manipulated
✘ Sweet food
✘ Biographies
✘ The color yellow
✘ Sleeping
✘ Deadpool

Hobbies:
- Meditating
- Reading

Strengths:

⇋ Deceit - Arlic is able to mask his intentions very well. Call it being a great liar, or able to hide his emotions, just looking at his face is not a very sure way of trying to figure out his intentions. Although Arlic is very much motivated by his emotions, through years of practice he has learned not to people easily.
⇌ Mental Fortitude - Arlic would rather die than give in at times. Not many people can damper his spirits, and when he has a goal he will do whatever he can to accomplish his goal.
⇋ Speed reader - Over his life, Arlic loved to be absorbed into a good book. After doing this for years, he has obtained the ability that some people call "super" but in reality Arlic can read and retain what he read even at high reading speeds

Weaknesses:

☠ Lack of weapon training - Arlic never truly received proper training with weaponry. He could use his powers to blast away an enemy at a distance, or use his powers to defend himself at close quarters, but he is not proficient in using guns or melee weapons
☠ Power weakness - Arlic has a ghost type power set, so powers that neutralize powers can set him back. Arlic has implemented his powers into his fighting style, and since he is not a master of hand to hand combat if his powers are taken away or blocked it can leave an opening. Psychics are Arlics feared opponent type.
☠ Wits - When Arlic is outwitted he becomes enraged. Acting in the heat of the moment depends the situation, but he will break any promise and do whatever it takes o punish those he feels have outsmarted him.

Biography:
Arlick Aarvack,a simple youth in Bludhaven at a time. He was that one guy in school that always found ways to make money, always found ways to get you that thing you have been wanting and at a much cheaper cost than in store. But he was also the kind of guy you hated to owe a favor to. He would do things for people, get them on his side, and use them as he see fit. But he never thought of using his talent for manipulation for anything grand. He never thought of trying to hurt people for amusement. He just wanted to live life in the lap of luxury. Arlic had a goal, to escape the life of poverty he was born into and come out on top as a winner. Arlic never had any inclination he had any type of powers, even though many people have said he has had the luck of a Meta his whole life.

On his eighteenth birthday his powers awoke at random. He started floating around his house, shifting though walls, and blasting chairs and walls without meaning too. He took some time off school and about a month later he had better control of his powers. But things were not perfect. Now that he had this power he wanted to explore it more, to make it so that somehow he could do something with his life.

Arlic had heard in passing by sheer luck about the Wayne Academy, and considered his options. He wanted to spend his time somewhere where he can nuture and grow his talents. He wasn't rich, he didn't come from some crazy backround, he was just some normal average joe that people liked to get things from. After some time passed with no improvement, Arlic managed to convinced his parents to allow him to enroll in the Wayne Academy.

_{𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈}

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Arlic has a Ghost power type set, hence his alias "Phantom". Arlic has a green tint to his powers, and has a green aura as well. he can -
- Shift through solid object (Can only do when not using any other power0
- Glide (Not really flying but when taking off or jumping off a high area he can float for a short while/glide down gently or fast)
-manipulate green energy into large or small blast
- Arlic can not use his shifting powers when using his energy blasts, he can glide and use energy but using energy shortens glide time.

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_{𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔}

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Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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Rembrandt Val-Jean LeBeau

_{"Cupid"
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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Name:

Rembrandt Val-Jean LeBeau

Nick-Names:

Rem, Brant, BG, Val

Gender:

Male

Species:

Human

Occupation:

Student

Place Of Origin:

New Orleans, LA

Alias:

Cupid

Age:

16

Birthday:

July 4th 2002

_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Partner:

NA

Father:

Remy LeBeau aka Gambit

Mother:

Bella Donna Bordeaux aka Belladonna

Siblings:

None

Pets:

Ferret named Jacques

Other:

NA

_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Personality:

♦ Flirt ♦ Temperamental ♦ Outgoing ♦ Sarcastic ♦ Honest ♦ Impatient ♦ Observant ♦

Rembrandt is a flirt. He is also extremely sarcastic and will talk his way out of any situation that he can if it comes down to something that doesn't benefit him. However he is also very Noble and gentlemanly. He is cocky and very much a thrill-seeker looking for pranks to pull that are harmless. Anything that he can get away with he will get away with or talk himself out of trouble.

Likes:

✔ Flirting
✔ Card games
✔ Cool nights
✔ Dancing
✔ Rain
✔ Archery

Dislikes:

✘ Homework
✘ Comparison with his father
✘ Talking about feelings
✘ Health nuts
✘ Loss of control
✘ Fake people
✘ Arrogant jerks

Hobbies:

Bojitsu, Mixed Martial Arts, Archery, Gambling, Flirting and reading.

Strengths:

⇋ Archery
⇌ Counting Cards
⇋ Talking his way out of a problem

Weaknesses:

☠ Temper
☠ Females
☠ Approval of his parents.

Biography:

Rembrandt was born not long after the divorce of Remy and Bella Donna. He grew up as an assassin and a thief in the bowels of New Orleans Louisiana. His exposure to this life has led him to thinking he can get away with almost anything since his charm endeared him to several different females. His mother constantly compared him to his Father. Rembrandt didn't see his father for the first seven years of his life. Remy LeBeau did not find out about his son until he came across to him at one point when he had visited Louisiana. Finding out about his son Remy decided to take a more active role in his son's life. This caused more issues between Rembrandt and his mother Belladonna because Rembrandt started to look up to his father. In doing so he started to train with his father with the bow staff. Becoming more independent of the guilds his mother had issues with this and turned him over to his father who he's been with for the last 6 years. Both Rembrandt and his father decided that the academy would be a good fit for him rather than trying to bounce between the X-Men headquarters and Louisiana.

_{𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈}

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Rembrandt takes after both his parents in powers. On his father's side he can charge things with kinetic energy. He has also inherited what one would call a silver tongue. Subliminally he can influence the minds of others 2 sway to his side, agree with him and in some extreme cases have them do as he asks. However this is been proven not to work on those who have any psionic innate ability. From his mother he inherited the skills of an assassin and his martial arts skills are on par with his mothers. He is also received what you could call a kinetic static Shield so that his thoughts cannot be read by anyone with psionic or telepathic ability without great difficulty and without harm to the Scion or telepath. he can also kinetically enhance his own body making himself more flexible stronger or even harder to hit but at this point only slightly unlike his father who can do it to a great deal. he is limited to the size of the object that he wishes to charge kinetically preferring smaller objects like his father due to being able to charge within seconds. Unlike like his father at this point in time he is only able to kinetically charged something to explode rather than dissipate or dissolve.

_{𝒪𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Other:

TBD

_{𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔}

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Theme Song:

"Bad to the Bone" by GTD

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

@dabombjk
Thanks!

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

@dabombjk
Hey!

A few things. His has no personality- the traits isn't enough, and a personality does need to be written. On that, His history and nature, the way you described them seem contradictory to Blue Lanterns, and we do already have a Blue Lantern- Salyssa Moone, she is on the first page of the CS tab, and the first page of the OOC. Because of this, maybe for diversity sake, you could chose another Lantern Corp?

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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Kallian Queen, Evelina Lance-Vince, Thracius Laufey and Svanna Laufey

Location: The Academy grounds
^{Interacting With: Each other, Loki Laufey and Thor Odinson}

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As a rather excited and loud Midgardian approached them, Thracius stared at them with contempt, unable to figure out why they were approaching in such a manner. Were Midgardians even more mentally deranged then he had been led to believe? About to tell her to stay back, Thracius found himself rather suddenly holding the female. Slightly disgusted and wondering how she dare launch herself at him, Thracius made to push her away, unable to understand just what she wanted, as the weather changed in an instant. Pausing, he let out an exasperated sigh.

All show, loud and attention seeking. Of course it would be his Uncle and cousin. He waited out the theatrics, the female still in his arms. Or more accurately the female was practically laying against his chest. What was he meant to do with… it? As the arrogance that was Thor and Soren faded, Thracius looked down at her, raising an eyebrow as if to demand an answer as to why she decided to lean against him.

The female seemed to be rather enjoying herself, despite the effects he figured the squishy Midgardian felt from his Uncle and cousin’s follies. She had felt safe? Thracius frowned. He wasn’t meant to make anyone feel safe. And definitely not a Midgardian.

”Yes. Well I’m not foolish enough to succumb to my extended families idiocies.”

”Yeah. Buncha jerks...” Kallian honestly agreed, looking over to where she had last seen Thor and the younger man, though the boy seemed to be going off on his own now. Strange.

Shaking her head, she righted her gaze back on the family, though more directly at the blonde boy. She suddenly became very aware that she was standing with gods - the particular hot gaze of Loki on the back of her head becoming more and more apparent the longer she just stood there. Okay… maybe this wasn’t her smartest idea.

”Anyway, I’m sorry. I just wanted some kind of direction here.” she continued. Gods liked feeling superior, right? ”One of you lot has to be in charge or something, yeah? They’d be stupid not to.”

Thracius wasn’t sure what to make of this female… He approved of the comment she had on his Uncle and cousin, but was sure that it wouldn’t last, especially if Soren sucked up to the Midgardians. A pity, really. He flicked a glance to his father, as if for guidance, suddenly unsure. Although he wasn’t sure on the reason for both the glance and the insecurity.

”We only just arrived, I assure you I do not spend my time wondering what Midgardians are doing, nor do I care enough to understand this… direction you seem to need” He replied to the female, still wondering why Midgardian’s always seemed to need direction.

Eve watched her friend talking with the blond, deciding that kallian had this. While the boy seemed arrogant- and really, child of a god, it was to be expected- she was sure that Kallian could wear him down. She flicked a glance to Loki, smirking slightly. If the father could be distracted, Kallian would have a better chance. She nodded towards the girl who seemed to have some sort of binding on her, ”What she do? Speak back one too many times?” .

”Now hold u- Eve!” Kallian’s mouth dropped at the blatant remark that spouted from her friends mouth. Really, she was just going to ignore it. But Eve? Why would she? Of course not. Just wow. But then it dawned on her… what Eve really was doing. She was helping, in her own little Eve way. Kallian’s shocked expression almost turned into a smile.

Eyes widening slightly, the Midgardian’s words catching her off guard, Svanna couldn’t help but to stare at her with a mixture of indignation and distress. Was that what people would think of her..? Her eyes once more growing wet, she dropped her beautiful gaze down to rest upon her injured wrist, her shoulders hunching slightly as though trying to hide herself away from the two girls interacting with her family.

Maybe travelling to Midgard had been a bad idea after all…

Loki, while annoyed, was deciding to take the backseat of things while his son seemed to handle the situation. He would never admit it, but he was rather proud of Thracius for the way he was handling things. But the jibe from the blonde about his daughter had the trickster’s black eyes piercing into Evelina. His nostrils flared and his bony hands tightened into fists. If this was to be how his daughter, a goddess, was to be treated here on Midguard, then perhaps it wasn’t the place for her.

”You dare slip your tongue to your superiors?” Loki asked, threateningly calm. Kallian picked up on his tone straight-away, a tone she had seen politicians use on a daily basis as a sort of warning before shit hit the fan.

”Uh… God. I’m so sorry. Eve… she had an aneurysm recently. Hasn’t been the same since…” Kallian gave Evelina a warning look. ”Evie, I think it’s time for your medicine, honey…”

Thracius frowned, studying the two Midgardians. For a moment, he’d been mildly amused by the females antics. And it seemed she’d just been getting fired up. It would have been amusing to tear her down. At her companions words however, Thracius turned his gaze to her, angered at such an assumption. It seemed however that his father was taking care of it.

As Kallian’s shouted Eve, she grinned. She stood easily, confidence radiated from her, as she addressed the god. ”Oh, I’m sorry Mr Laufey, I didn’t realise you were my superior.” She said, giving a deep and rather exaggerated curtsy, ”When did you conquer earth? I swear I remember learning about failed attempts, but I never really did listen well in school, or to my mothers lectures.” She flashed another grin at Kallian, ”Nah, i took it before.” turning her gaze from them, unconcerned she looked over the silenced girl.

She seemed distressed, uncomfortable, hurt and maybe a little afraid. Evelina didn’t like that, one bit. Was she treated badly? Given all that she knew of Loki, and what she’d seen of his son, he was just the same, it seemed likely that the girl didn’t have all that good a life…

And she was hurt. The way she held her arm… ignoring the others, Eve stepped towards her, saying softly ”I’m sorry if my comment upset you… you’re hurt? I have some medical knowledge… gods know I needed it growing up! Can I have a look? Maybe I can splint it or something.” the thought that a god could get hurt, even a child god was odd to her, but she’d still try and help.

Thracius made a slightly threatening sound as Eve stepped closer to Svanna, which Eve ignored.

Her gaze lifting to watch the girl as she approached; Svanna shifted nervously on the back of the horse. These females were strange; the one brave, or perhaps even foolish enough more so than the other. Unsure of how she was supposed to respond, if at all, she turned her head, her beautiful gaze flicking to meet with that of her father; seeking his guidance in the matter as she cradled her injured wrist closer against her stomach.

Okay. Things were going South very fast. Maybe Eve could be Eve around regular people… but with people who actually believed themselves to be better than them? Well technically they were. Can’t get much higher than a god. Kallian shook her head at her friends expense, her mind desperately trying to think. The two girls were out of sync - that much was clear. It felt as though no time at all had happened when she first saw Eve but now… now the reality was setting in. Time was spent apart. Their chemistry was off.

Loki’s lip twitched. And before he even had a chance to think on things, snapped his hand up, projecting a magical force from his palm to knock Eve back a few steps. Kallian jumped and ran to her friend, using whatever part of her body that she could to keep Eve upright.

”It would be unwise to test my patience, mortal. There are ways around this treaty we’ve a.ll been trapped into. Do not make a point to rush the inevitable.”

The way the girl looked to her father, as if for permission, didn’t sit well with Eve. She was about to say something as she reached towards the girl, seeming to be unperturbed by the horse she was on, despite the fact it had eight legs. Was it a type of spider horse? She didn’t get much further than that before she was pushed back by some force. She stumbled backwards, and would have fallen if not for Kallian.

”No offense, but death is inevitable.” She said as she regained her footing, not getting any further than that as the arrival of Thor interrupted her.

”Brother!” The thundering voice had Kallian’s attention shifting towards the God of Thunder as he casually walked up to their little awkward party. He didn’t seem angered, or even remotely having a clue as to what was going on. He actually seemed rather… happy…

Sighing, Eve once more tried to step towards the girl, intent on helping her. Maybe with the distraction that was Thor, she could do so.

Finally closing the distance, Thor gave his brother a warm, glowing smile followed by a firm clasp on his shoulder. ”How fares thee?”

Loki’s demeanor shifted into something that Kallian could only describe as a0 stealthy, asshole cat waiting to strike. She half expected claws to grow from his fingernails. Though… side by side… Loki always seemed to be big, powerful and imposing. But next to Thor… who was supposed to be the good guy here… the God of Mischief looked like a soggy twig.

”You know exactly how.” Loki hissed, ripping his shoulder out of Thor’s grasp and stalking off, trying to put as much distance between himself and his brother. Thor stood there awkwardly (though maybe not to him), watching Loki disengage from the encounter.

”Same as ever, I see…” Thor put his hands on his hips, looking then to the brother-sister duo. He gave them a brief nod of acknowledgement before heading off after Loki.

Thracius laid a hand on Fenrir’s head, the big wolf growling softly. He glowered at his Uncle, wishing he could do more to the spiteful man. As his father walked off, Thracius contemplated following, but stayed by Svanna’s side, pleased when Thor walked off as well. He doubted he could be civil towards the man responsible for Svanna’s distress. Turning his attention away from that, Thracius turned back towards his sister.

”So…” Kallian shifted her weight. ”Thanksgiving must be fun…”

Thracius had forgotten the Midgardians, and he glanced towards the one that had spoken. They were like annoying little gnats, but he had to give her a grudging respect for still being around. He stared at her a moment, as if waiting for an explanation, ”We do not give thanks for giving…. I do not know why it would be fun.”

Kallian gave the blonde a side-ways glance, judging him for a moment before giving him her full attention.

”There’s food.”

Thracius frowned, the female was making no sense… what did food have to do with giving? He stared at her a moment more, ”So you give food, is that what the thanks is for?”

”Well I don’t know about you, but I’m always thankful for food. Food is life. Me and food? We go waaay back.”

Eve decided not to interrupt Kallian with the blond, instead she focused on the girl, ”I can help you… your wrist right? Make it more comfortable.” she encouraged the girl to accept her help, giving her a smile.

Tearing her gaze from her father’s retreating figure, her attention drawn back to the one speaking to her once more, Svanna froze. What was she to do..? Would the girl only
seek to injure her further..? Hesitant, seeking out her father’s guidance once more, she stared after him, watching for a moment as he seemed to argue with their uncle. He had always made it clear; Midgardian’s weren’t to be trusted… they were to be ruled over. A pathetic race without cause or reason.

The pain in her wrist bringing her thoughts back to the current situation, Svanna shut her eyes, doing her best to wait it out before she opened them, the girl once more in her line of vision. He would not like it- would not approve; at least, he would not approve that she knew of, and her brother-...

Not wishing to burden him as he mingled with the other Midgardian, her body once again shifting where she sat, Svanna reluctantly moved her arm, holding her injured wrist out for the strange woman to look at.

Thracius simply couldn’t understand the meaning of it all... he knew Midgardians were strange, and eccentric, but he hadn’t thought they’d be this confounding. ”So, you give food and you are thankful for it because food is life. You Midgardians worship food?”

Kallian giggled, shifting her weight to the opposite foot once more and stuffed her hands into the back of her jeans narrow pockets.

”Well I don’t speak for all… ‘Midgardians,’ but I most certainly do!”

Thracius frown deepened. ”You worship food… and yet you eat it… isn’t that blasphemy?”

”Hey, I don’t question your religion - or eight-legged horses - don’t question mine.”

As the girl once more seemed to seek permission, Eve frowned. She wanted to tell the girl that it would be alright, but couldn’t help but think that if the girl had been this conditioned, she probably wouldn’t believe mere words. Finally the girl offered her her hand, and Eve gently began to examine it. Having had her fair share of broken bones, she figured she could do something for her.

”Can probably splint it, till the healers can be found.” she said, looking around for anything she could use, ”Didn’t think Gods could get broken bones, but ya learn something every day.” well aware that the girl couldn’t really respond, Eve still spoke, wanting to try and put her at ease.

”Thracius! Svanna!” Loki shouted, keeping his eyes fixated on his brother but addressing his children. ”We’re leaving!” He gave no clue as to whether he meant for good, or just the area, before once more breaking off from Thor in whatever direction came to him first.

Jumping slightly, the mere sound of her father’s voice causing her head to snap back to his figure, Svanna lowered her gaze, her head nodding lightly, the only sign that she had both heard and understood his words. They were leaving… however, whether it was to remove themselves from the Midgardian’s, or to return once more to their homeland was unclear to even her.

Hesitant, clearly torn though knowing that disobeying her father was certainly out of the question, she turned her glance down to the girl holding onto her hand, the young Goddess slowly extracting it from out of her grip, bringing it back against her stomach with sad eyes before she gently nudged her heel into Sleipnir’s side, urging him to move as she made off after her father, leaving the group behind.

”I was merely trying to unders- “ Thracius found himself cut off by his father’s shout, and found himself strangely disappointed- he still did not understand this giving of thanks. And if he was going to conquer the Midgardians, he would need to understand them. That, he knew, had been his father’s mistake. He turned away from the Midgardian, and towards his father, noting his sister was already moving towards him.

”I’ll explain it to you another time, handsome.” Kallian winked.

Eve frowned, wanting to stop the girl from going off- at least to help her with her hand- but she was already gone. Turning to Kallian, she said ”We have to help that girl.”

Looking back to Eve, still a bit annoyed as to how things had gone, her feelings were put aside at her comment.

”Why? You think something janky is going on?”

”Something’s not right… “ Eve said, looking after the girl on her Spider-horse, and deciding she’d do whatever she could to find out what.