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𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ An odd and rare creature, Alita is known for her god-like abilities and aura. Her species was once considered a myth, even by the most majestic and uncommon creatures. Surely though, few came out in the open, only to disappear again into the night skies. Alita is the only one of her kind in her country. While mostly nameless to themselves, others have named them after angels and demons alike. Some called them demi-dragons, only to be corrected. Each creature would always claim that they simply were, and their kind did not have a name. Some found this pretentious, calling them 'False Gods'. These creatures are considered immortal, however, this is not the case. They age, oddly, and can be killed, just only by their own kind. Each one has their own specific set of magical abilities unique to themselves. While some are similar, each usually has their own cast of abilities unique to their personality. No one knows how these creatures are created/born, not even themselves. They are simply put into existence, cast at a kind strangers door as a babe. These beasts are known for their horned features, as well as having small scale like bone extruding from their body in different places. These creatures are not winged, like legends say, although some may fly. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Dropped from the sky like lightning, Alita was found by the ancient dragon Qakinyrth Vundryphoageokug Ayverth. This being took an interest in the girl, as she was a rarity, like himself. Having a tedency to collect objects and hoard them away, he took the girl. While some would consider her his captive, Alita found the dragon to be like a father, and in all ways but blood, he was. The dragon raised her as his own, and Alita was an incredibly happy child growing up. She developed a love for books and hoarding items like the one who raised her, and she was nicknamed by many as the 'Tiny Dragon'. Alita now works for her father at the library, as well as occassionally at the museum. While she loves Qakinyrth greatly, Alita decided at the age of 20 that it best that she lived in different a home, as living like a dragon wasn't exactly the easiest. Still, she frequents the library and Qakinyrth's home, taking care of his needs and well as the buildings. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ Works at both the library and museum. ♡ She is the first called when a new ancient item is found, as she is the most accurate way of finding out the past of an item. ♡ Doesn't have a great response time, making her reactions slow at times. Throwing something at her to catch isn't the best idea. ♡ Alita isn't used to labels, but people would describe her as pansexual. ♡ Panics if she knows an item will break, and spends a lot of time finding ways to change the future of said item. ♡ Can go on long and prolonged rants about her interests if given the chance. ♡ mostly seen day-dreaming or talking with her little creation ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Twenty Two ♡ Female ♡ 'False' God ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 5'5" ♡ 129lbs ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ ♡ Psychometry - the ability to learn things about the past or future of an object by touching it. ♡ Creation - the ability to create living beings for an extended amount of time. The larger the beast, the more energy/mana drained from Alita. Alita loves to create odd looking companions for when she feels lonely. ♡ 'Forcefields' - the ability to create an impenetrable shield for an extended amount of time. Alita usually uses this as an umbrella. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ ♡ Hardened Skin - It is incredibly hard to break flesh of Alita, as the only ones who can do so are of her own race. ♡ Prolonged Life - Alita doesn't know how she ages, nor if/when she will die. She just knows that she is here, living. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

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The Darkest Minds Never Fade in the Afterlight

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|- Little Solace: Chapter One: Black Frost -|

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The Darkest Minds Never Fade in the Afterlight

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The Darkest Minds Never Fade in the Afterlight

"This isn't real-" "Papa will come get me, I'm sure." "Maybe, after they do testing, they'll let us go-"

The framentend voices of children in horror were the first things that crowded Min-a's mind, suffocating her with their hidden pleas and fears. They scattered, forever changing, some full of dread, others, hope. The second thing that welled up, violently, were the images. Scattered memories people held onto, from faces, to last words, that drowned Min-a in a never ending pit of despair. Still, all of this was easier to listen to than the foolish kids that actually thought they had a chance. That THEY were the golden child, the child that would make it. Not like she had a choice in who she heard. Not yet. Still, she tried to flip past them as much as she could, unable to fathom the pipe dream that they clung to so desperately.

Min-a spoke out loud as the voices in her head flew past her like flipbook, mumbling words from each one as she tried to hang on to one person, for at least a moment. To others, she probably sounded mad, but she didn't care. Anything to figure out how to control the noise. Anything to try to get it to stop, or, at least, slow down. All she could get was phrases, tiny pieces, but it was better than the single words that would flip by, all jumbled together, but all different.

"Everyone RUN NOW!"

This voice was loud enough to snap Min-a out of her haze, silencing the noise that plagued her. Someone was yelling, frantic. Her dark eyes darted around, trying first to find the culprit that cried out. An acrid smell filled the air, smoke rising above a small group of people, all panic-stricken. Her eyes widened as they cleared out and away from what could only be considered a monstrosity. Burnt flesh peeled from what used to be a woman, her arm reached out in what she only could assume was an attempt to get help. Min-a swallowed the bile that rose in her throat, her hand covering her mouth in horror. Still, all her instincts told her to stay still, silent.

Then, the noise to end all noises happened. Min-a dropped to her knees, fingers wrapped in her dark locks as she let out a scream resembling a banshee. Her vision faded as her head hung, entire body falling limp, only to be wretched up multiple times before being laid against a wall in what seemed like a sign of defeat by one of the PSFs.

As Min-a came to, her eyes fluttering open, she noticed most people stood forward, and she was flooded with a feeling she knew well, hatred. Stumbling to stand, Min-a used the wall to get back up before being pushed forward by a PSF, tumbling towards and into a small group of people. Swearing under her breath, and forced to use a stranger to lean on, Min-a looked with the crowd and the man who radiated disdain. Min-a mind wandered at this moment, her eyes barely focused at the man in front of her. What was the word... It's not hate. Stronger than hate. Her eyes flashed towards the five. Not despise. Idiot. Her eyes then moved to the barrel of a gun behind one of the children. Loathe. That's the word. They loathe us-

Shots rang out, and for a moment, just a moment, everything was once again black.

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Min-a stumbled out of the 'testing' room, muzzled and handcuffed. She was pushed by the PSFs harshly, and she could feel their fear of her heighten. The orange mark on her back changed things, and their intent and feelings quickly altered. They knew, no matter what, she was not to be trusted. She was the unknown, and they hated that. The PSFs shoved her towards the line of females, and she fell along, right behind a blonde girl a bit taller than herself. Min-a bit down against her lip, ignoring the pain soaring throughout her body. Her eyes started to shoot around, attempting to take in as little information she could. Still, though, her vision was blurry from the chaos before, and she couldn't make out much before stumbling upon the cabin. Before Min-a could process the situation someone rushed forward, helping her take off her muzzle and handcuffs. Min-a reeled back and away from the person who freed her, knowing if they touched her she could reach much farther in their head than she would ever want.

For a moment, there was silence. "So, I guess this is home..." Min-a said flatly, before taking her muzzle and putting it on the top bunk of a random bed- a way of claiming it. She looked at the others, and for a moment, she felt the animosity that some of them felt towards her and the other oranges. Pressing her back against a wall, she slid to the ground, eyes now focused on a drip of water from a pipe nearby. Home sweet home.

|- Little Solace: Chapter One: Black Frost -|