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Falling Feathers ((Setherine and Mirth))

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Falling Feathers ((Setherine and Mirth))

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Radio Free Metropolis

Name: Skeet Lawless

Age: 20

Gender/Sexuality: Female, Heterosexual

Main Skill: Free-running

Secondary Skills: Gymnastics, acrobatics, flexibility

Quirk: She’ll blow a kiss at an enemy, but if an ally makes a serious move their balls are going to be living up in their throat.

Oddity: She will re-set her own dislocated bones, with a disgusting cracking sound.

Flaw: Under her flirtacious persona, she’s cold as ice. She does not play well with others.

Secret Weapon: Looks can kill, and in Skeet’s case they usually do. Her enemies assume she’s harmless; she laughs as she snaps their necks and backflips to safety. She doesn’t look strong or vicious enough to survive in Metropolis, but she thrives.

Goal in Life (meta): Skeet wants to make a life for herself—somewhere where she doesn’t have to kill somebody to make a buck, where she can survive without walking on the broken backs of others.

Goal in Life (immediate): Don’t get caught, don’t get killed.

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Win: Skeet isn’t without morals, and she’s tough. Her determination and willpower are legendary. Using every ounce of self-preservation and humanity in her, she’ll fight her way to something worth having, and she’ll do it without hurting the innocent. (Everyone else is fair game.) She won’t let anyone or anything get in the way of her ideal life.

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Fail: She has no allies. Skeet has never relied on anyone else, and she doesn’t really understand that she can’t do this alone. At some point, she’s going to need help, and when that time comes, she will be too proud to ask for it.

Theme song(s):

U & Ur Hand

Description:

Skeet

Long brown hair tied with a red handkerchief, amber eyes, a smile as sharp as a razor. A smile that says, “You wish, idiot.”

Equipment:
Urban Flayr™ Silk Scarf in Red Dead Dame—The first in Metropolitan fashion, Urban Flayr™ brings you the beauty and luxury of space-farmed silk. The scarf itself is 60 inches long and four inches wide, and, for a limited time, can be purchased in a set with a matching handkerchief.

Kommando Se7en™ Wrist Blades— Feeling vulnerable at that society gala? Did the gorillas at the door run a metal detector over you and confiscate your means of self-defense? The sleekest in concealed weaponry, these paired blades are made of hand-fired ceramic, undetectable by traditional means. Furthermore, they are designed to fit nearly under almost any sleeve with no discernible outline, and can be activated with the twitch of a finger. Each blade is a savage six inches in length and are available in both serrated and straight varieties.

Neo™ Pocket Dimension— Neo™ is currently the only company specializing in personalized pocket dimensions, ideal for the lady or gentleman on the go. Simply strap your customized activator to a belt buckle, purse strap, or pants pocket, tap the little red button, and aim the reticule at whatever you wish to take with you. After a three second wait, the device will beep, and the object will be sucked into your own personal dimension! The Neo™ Pocket Dimension comes in a variety of sizes—from Planet, to Galaxy, to Star System, each with more and more storage space.

Generic Equipment: Short-wave radio and a pager to reach her with jobs.

Short Bio: Skeet remembers little of her childhood; most of her memories are of running sensitive packages through Metropolis for cash. Her incredibly speed and agility (along with her discreet service) soon made her popular. Rarely without work, Skeet was soon able to buy herself food, instead of using the five-finger discount to feed herself. As she grew older, she became harder to overlook—she was quite attractive—and learned to use her sex appeal to pull off her jobs. She also grew more ruthless. By the time she was eighteen she was no longer squeamish about death, and had been forced, more than once, to slit a throat to ensure silence. She will avoid it if she can, but if Skeet is in a situation where it is either her or a hired thug, she’ll choose herself, every time.

Falling Feathers ((Setherine and Mirth))

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Falling Feathers ((Setherine and Mirth))

He named himself Levi Jonas, after the two lives he could remember the best. They had both died tragically, Adam Levi the victim of a hit-and-run and Frank Jonas stabbed by a spooked thief. From Adam, he got his soft heart, his gentle smile. From Frank, he gained unflinching bravery and a fierce sense of justice. He carried scars from both.

Subconsciously he scrubbed a hand over the knife wound between his ribs. It was gone, now, a raised lash of tissue the only reminder of an agony so sudden and terrible that he still woke up some nights soaked with sweat. Other nights he saw headlights blazing toward him out of the dark, felt his bones snapping like twigs.

Sleep was always difficult.

Crouching on the corner of a snow-capped fire escape Levi squinted down into the alley. While it was fairly early in the evening, there was always someone in danger, somebody somewhere who needed help. Everything was quiet, the twilight closing in slow and tight around him. He tilted his head to listen closer. A stray cat meowed, a dog barked, a car horn blatted. Not unusual sounds, not in a city. Even the distant wail of sirens was normal. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean all was well. It often meant the opposite.

Levi sucked in a breath, feeling the cold burn his lungs, and kicked off. The second his feet left solid ground, his wings burst from his coat, spreading and flaring so white it hurt the eyes. He swooped and began his climb, swiftly escaping the narrow avenue between the apartments, sailing at a comfortable altitude where he could still make out details on the streets below. He was focused on the people, looking for subtle signs of distress. If one of those walkers happened to look up, they would have seen a grey winter sky. He was hidden well.

Angels could cloak themselves at will, which allowed them to move undetected through heavily populated areas. The cloak did not work on other angels or non-humans. Levi had never seen another angel, not since his birth, and had long ago made peace with being the last.

He rode a warm air current higher as he banked toward the financial district; the lights of the buildings were too bright to look at directly and made surveillance problematic. He was eventually forced to lose height, landing lightly on the roof of a taxi cab. He fondly remembered being a cabbie, although he knew those memories were Frank’s and not his. Even so, Levi held a special place in his heart for the yellow ones.

Still cloaked, he dropped to the hood and then into the street, careful to avoid any oncoming traffic. His—Adam’s—memories of being run over were still very fresh. While he was invisible, he could still get hit. At the thought his stomach cramped, but he shook it off and bounded to the sidewalk.

Still nothing. No sense of panic, no quickened pulse. His empathic powers were incredibly attuned, but they weren’t detecting anything in the area. The knot of tension between his shoulders eased and he relaxed. Levi ducked behind a newsstand and dropped his camouflage, stepping out from behind it into the flow of people.

Falling Feathers ((Setherine and Mirth))

Well, here it is, all pretty and official-looking~

Anxious and Eager

Welcome to the guild, hun. :) I'm Mirth, nice to meet you!

Radio Free Metropolis (Multimedia)

Name: Skeet Lawless

Age: 20

Gender/Sexuality: Female, Heterosexual

Main Skill: Free-running

Secondary Skills: Gymnastics, acrobatics, flexibility

Quirk: She’ll blow a kiss at an enemy, but if an ally makes a serious move their balls are going to be living up in their throat.

Oddity: She will re-set her own dislocated bones, with a disgusting cracking sound.

Flaw: Under her flirtacious persona, she’s cold as ice. She does not play well with others.

Secret Weapon: Looks can kill, and in Skeet’s case they usually do. Her enemies assume she’s harmless; she laughs as she snaps their necks and backflips to safety. She doesn’t look strong or vicious enough to survive in Metropolis, but she thrives.

Goal in Life (meta): Skeet wants to make a life for herself—somewhere where she doesn’t have to kill somebody to make a buck, where she can survive without walking on the broken backs of others.

Goal in Life (immediate): Don’t get caught, don’t get killed.

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Win: Skeet isn’t without morals, and she’s tough. Her determination and willpower are legendary. Using every ounce of self-preservation and humanity in her, she’ll fight her way to something worth having, and she’ll do it without hurting the innocent. (Everyone else is fair game.) She won’t let anyone or anything get in the way of her ideal life.

Reason-They-Will-Ultimately-Fail: She has no allies. Skeet has never relied on anyone else, and she doesn’t really understand that she can’t do this alone. At some point, she’s going to need help, and when that time comes, she will be too proud to ask for it.

Theme song(s):

U & Ur Hand

Description:

Skeet

Long brown hair tied with a red handkerchief, amber eyes, a smile as sharp as a razor. A smile that says, “You wish, idiot.”

Equipment:
Urban Flayr™ Silk Scarf in Red Dead Dame—The first in Metropolitan fashion, Urban Flayr™ brings you the beauty and luxury of space-farmed silk. The scarf itself is 60 inches long and four inches wide, and, for a limited time, can be purchased in a set with a matching handkerchief.

Kommando Se7en™ Wrist Blades— Feeling vulnerable at that society gala? Did the gorillas at the door run a metal detector over you and confiscate your means of self-defense? The sleekest in concealed weaponry, these paired blades are made of hand-fired ceramic, undetectable by traditional means. Furthermore, they are designed to fit nearly under almost any sleeve with no discernible outline, and can be activated with the twitch of a finger. Each blade is a savage six inches in length and are available in both serrated and straight varieties.

Neo™ Pocket Dimension— Neo™ is currently the only company specializing in personalized pocket dimensions, ideal for the lady or gentleman on the go. Simply strap your customized activator to a belt buckle, purse strap, or pants pocket, tap the little red button, and aim the reticule at whatever you wish to take with you. After a three second wait, the device will beep, and the object will be sucked into your own personal dimension! The Neo™ Pocket Dimension comes in a variety of sizes—from Planet, to Galaxy, to Star System, each with more and more storage space.

Generic Equipment: Short-wave radio and a pager to reach her with jobs.

Short Bio: Skeet remembers little of her childhood; most of her memories are of running sensitive packages through Metropolis for cash. Her incredibly speed and agility (along with her discreet service) soon made her popular. Rarely without work, Skeet was soon able to buy herself food, instead of using the five-finger discount to feed herself. As she grew older, she became harder to overlook—she was quite attractive—and learned to use her sex appeal to pull off her jobs. She also grew more ruthless. By the time she was eighteen she was no longer squeamish about death, and had been forced, more than once, to slit a throat to ensure silence. She will avoid it if she can, but if Skeet is in a situation where it is either her or a hired thug, she’ll choose herself, every time.

Yu Yu Hakusho [AU] Characters

Name | Mizuki Ikino

Species | Human

Gender | Female

Age | 17

Appearance |

Mizuki

A relatively tall girl with waist-length grey-blue hair and blue eyes. Always scowling. Nice figure. Faint scar under the collar of her uniform.

History | Kuchikiroka's resident shrine and cemetery are cared for by the Ikino family and have been since the family moved there in the 80's. Their home is set apart from the other houses, situated on a hilltop separating the suburbs from the tidy rows of tombstones. Following an icy divorce, Omai Ikino moved to a different province, leaving her husband Ikuji to raise their daughter alone.

Mizuki Ikino was born prematurely at the local hospital and was immediately handed off to her father; the Ikinos' marriage had never been solid and the birth of a child had not stabilized it. Omai left as soon as Mizuki went home and, since then, has never returned to Kuchikiroka. Mizuki exchanges Christmas and birthday cards with her, but that is the extent of their contact. She has never been to see her mother in person. Her father acted as both parents during Mizuki's uneasy childhood, given she had always been able to see spirits. From the time she could speak she was always talking to things that her father could not see, and while he never took her to a psychiatrist or a doctor for the 'visions', he was unnerved by his child.

When Mizuki began school (a private academy nearer to the city), it went about as well as could be expected for a little girl who could not tell the living from the dead. Mere weeks after classes began she was the pariah of not just her class or her year, but the entire student body, and several staff members actively avoided her. As she grew older she learned to hide her abnormalities (by ignoring all spiritual contact) but was still largely disconnected from her peers. By the time she left middle school she rarely spoke to anyone.

Unfortunately, highschoolers were not as leery of mocking her as the younger students had been, and soon a regular pattern of harassment and bullying began. She stayed silent, took the torment, and kept her lips tightly shut. This lasted for about two years, at which point she broke.

Mizuki went on a rage-fueled rampage, throwing anything she could find at her attackers. "How dare you!" She screamed, flinging a chair at one boy. "Bastards!" She screeched as she hurled a desk out a window. When she had finally calmed down, the classroom was all but destroyed. Although she had caused over a thousand dollars of damage, the school chose not to expel or discipline her beyond a mandatory anger-management class; Mizuki chose instead to transfer. She began attending Kuchikiroka High School, finishing out her sophomore year, and has just begun her junior.

Personality | Mizuki is, at present, unable to hear spirits, although she can see them quite well and sense the presence of many types of apparitions. Unfortunately, because of this, her one potential social outlet was shut off, leaving her to spend a very lonely life. Other students tended to be afraid of her, which prevented her from making friends; being bullied made her to withdraw further inside herself. However, as a result, her internal world is very well-developed, and she finds happiness in solitary activities. She is fairly well-read and her grades are excellent; after the incident at her previous school, she purposefully excels academically to draw attention.

Anyone who dares to bother her will most likely have a chair thrown at them. When she was younger, she was much quieter and much more timid, but since she transferred she has become a force of nature. Instead of breaking down, she became empowered, and, while inwardly uncertain of this new self, is outwardly fierce and confident. She is suspicious of other people because of her past and remains isolated socially, so her people skills are close to nil. She is not close to her father; while she loves him dearly she understands that he is scared both of and for her. Her closest friend is the spirit of a cat she called Mochi. He is the only soul she can hear, as she discovered him by following ghostly meows to the road where he was killed by a car. After burying his remains, Mizuki adopted him. She is highly protective of Mochi.