Meridian

The New Rebirth

"I thought you guys were all backward and tech-hating and stuff," Branden said curiously. "At least, that's what most of the feeds say. There was this one doc blog where this guy wend into the Outlands, right? And apparently the natives tried to burn his phone, they thought it was evil. Although you're using a book instead of a phone, so maybe part of it's true." The man really was pretty weird, Branden thought. He didn't seem slow, stupid or backwards in anyway, but why didn't he use a phone? Maybe he hadn't been here long enough to get that used to technology.

She crouched down next to the man. "What are the Outlands like? Why did you come here? Why are you still here? You don't seem to like the city very much." Branden could kinda understand why. The city was crowded, polluted, and had petabytes of information being sent everywhere every second. It could be a bit overwhelming, but city dwellers grew used to is very fast. It almost became weird and unnatural to be anywhere without a connection to the CityNet, without having a constant newsfeed in your ear or the Lens Plus which let you see your own holographic screen in front of you. What Branden found funny though, was how every one looked tapping at screens in the air that only they could see. Everyone else looked crazy.

From Goblins to Gods

Name: Tamarin

Gender: Genderfluid Transabled Apocalyptic Disaster-Kin, but Male for all official purposes.

Appearance Distinguishing feature- a shock of red hair on his head. Has the consistency of troll doll hair.

Personality: Tamarin is curious to his own detriment. He has to investigate absolutely anything that crosses his path, and asks a question for virtually every breath he takes. He's adventurous, and loves anything unfamiliar to him. This constant state of wonder means he never considers other things, like 'Am I being rude?' or 'should I not have pelted that hut with fruit?'. He does things just to see what will happen and has no time to consider the feelings of others. He's very fidgety and hyper, and learns new skills quickly. At his core, he's neither well meaning nor ill meaning, he just wants to know more.

Past Life History: Tamarin was in his last year of middle school, and sang every year for the talent and variety shows. He always placed first or second.

Skill: An affinity for singing. He's very good right now, and is only going to get better from here. This doesn't translate to his regular goblin voice, which is rather high and unpleasant to the ears, but he can sing.

Other: N/A

Here's my sheet, hope it's okay. :D Although I'm not too sure about my skill section- I don't know exactly the nature required.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Iridessa Lancely

Name: Iridessa Lancely

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Mastery: Pyromancer

Specialty: Firestorm

Rank: Adept

Appearance:

Appearance

Iridessa is tall, about 6"1, and very slender. Her dark hair hangs down to her waist in beaded dreadlocks. She often wears a simple black tunic and leggings, with a brown heavy duty boots. She has intricate black tattoos all over both arms which she got on her travels.

Equipment: Just two knives by way of weaponry. She has a dark brown leather satchel in which she keeps her money and other small provisions.

Demeanour: Iridessa practically drips arrogance. She's loud, impatient, and overly confident in her abilities. She doesn't exactly look for fights, but she's always happy when one comes her way. She drinks often, and likes to party. She's always up for a good laugh and likes to be entertained. She's a quick study, although she doesn't like reading very much. She knows next to nothing about the theories behind elementals, or ancient history and other scholastic fields. Always active,Iridessa prefers to be on the move and where the action is. She has issues with knowing when to step back, though, and this often gets her into trouble.

History: Iridessa was the last born of eight children, all the others sons. Her early childhood was good, filled with laughter and games. Her parents provided for all of them as best as they could. Her father was a Metallic, and although he never advanced past Mage, he was a very skilled blacksmith. Her mother was an academic, and a prominent historian who worked at their regional Academy, one of the few humans to work there. Dess was a wild child, never particularly ladylike. At the age of ten her Pyromancer abilities manifested themselves. Her brothers, all as unruly as she, had the same Element, and all of them with the exception of one became Firestorms. Due to Dess's ability to learn quickly, she advanced to Adept by the time she was 19. However, her lack of restraint and forethought has meant she's reached a plateau in her skills and can't seem to make any meaningful improvement.

In her teenage years, Dess appeared to be a magnet for trouble. She was reprimanded several times for abuse of her powers, and around that time started to leave the academy for extended lengths of time to explore the world. Her tough exterior really came into being then, as a manner of protection for the young girl- which isn't to say she's secretly soft. She finds that it suits her nature perfectly. She ventured out into other elemental civilizations, using her abilities for the sideshows people loved to watch. Her use of fire is more showy as a result, and involves lots of elaborate physical movements. This constant use of her abilities also further aided her in her learning, and provided an outlet for her wild nature. At 19, she came back to the Academy for good and became an Adept shortly afterwards,

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

She hadn't moved on? Grant decided not to mention the guy he'd seen her flirting with, but that thought flew out of his head as soon as she continued speaking.
Grant wasn't sure he was still breathing. Addie had tried to commit suicide because of him? Shit, shit, shit. Thank god she was still alive, he couldn't imagine what he would have done if she'd succeeded. Inhibitions gone, he leaned in closer and took her hands, looking in her eyes. "Addie..." He couldn't find the words he wanted to say. You're beautiful. You're perfect. You're too good for me. Please don't ever try that again, I'd be lost without you.

He returned her smile, and instead said, "Was the curse part my cooking? Because I swear I've gotten better. I don't burn pasta anymore." He chuckled a bit, remembering the time he'd suggested they learn to cook. Adelisa had been okay, but he'd nearly burned the kitchen down. "Anyway, I just hope we'll get through this. There's a beach party tomorrow night. You'll be there, right?

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Everyone's forgiving each other and on good terms... The beach Party will be interesting

@Dirty Pretty Lies

So much progress is gonna be undone, I'm so worried (terrified p o.o)

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Grant followed Adelisa to the couch and sat down beside her, looking at her closely. She looked beautiful like she always did, but two years of dating meant that he knew when she'd been crying. He decided to pretend she hadn't been, just to prevent her feeling worse. "Addie..." He started softly, looking at her. He wanted to hold her so badly before he apologized, but kept his hands down at his side. "I'm sorry. That's mostly it. I know you hate it when I sound like a lawyer," his lips quirked up a little in a weak smile at the memories, "so I'm not going to use any pretty words. I just want to say I'm sorry. I... I treated you like less than you are. You're a beautiful, amazing girl that anyone would want to have as their girlfriend, and I've been so caught up in projecting my idea of perfection that I forgot to make you feel perfect, too." He looked down at his lap, then back up at her.

"I'm not going to lie, I miss you like crazy. I'm pretty boring without you, huh?" He offered her a weak smile before continuing. "But I know you've probably moved on," he said, thinking of the tattooed guy on the beach. "I just wanted to apologize. And if you can stand having my gorgeous self around, I'd still like us to be friends." Grant joked, trying to lighten the mood. He hated serious and emotional conversations. He knew they were necessary, but it was force of habit that made him try to lighten them however he could.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

As Grant headed back to his room, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Taking it out to look at the message, his heart started racing. The first thing he saw was Addie's name at the top of the message, and he didn't even read the rest. Just stared at her name for a while, before finally reading the text. It was short. She wanted to talk. Grant froze, excited and paralyzed with fear all at once. He wanted to say so many things to her- she was beautiful, she was perfect, he didn't deserve her- but most of all, he wanted to say he was sorry for not treating her like the goddess she was.

He considered his next course of action. He was sweaty from his intense exercise, but he couldn't wait to talk to her and she'd seen him like that countless times. He was nearly at his door, so he just walked across to the girls' condo and knocked loudly. His heart was pounding, and his throat felt so constricted he doubted he could get the words he wanted out. Grant just hoped it was Adelisa that answered and not any of her friends.

Always looking for RPs. (ignore count.)

I'm super interested in the accidental family.

Elementals: The Scarred World

Interested :D

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

I feel like I'm watching a telenovela XDD