Prosaic

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc Starting now is fine by me.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@FernStone I'd be down with working out some connections. Your characters all seem really cool.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

<Snipped quote by Prosaic>

I'll bite. Doesn't have to be a super connection, but Olivia is a friendly bee. Maybe she ran into Martin one time when he was a bit down and offered him a snack? And they talked for a bit?

Same invite goes to everyone else, really. I'm slowly reading through the sheets, looking for plausible connections and prior interactions.

@Prisk

That sounds good to me, he'd probably really appreciate that she cared to show him some kindness. I'll add her into his relations!

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

Alder Reynolds.

Interactions.

@Obscene Symphony & @Lord Destro

"This may sound sort of brash but I find that Pure Bloods are commonly terrible." how strange it was that this man could keep his tone so bright and friendly while insulting his own kin, he sounded almost amused. "I don't doubt that they would try to kill you, not that you deserve it but just that they're all pretty terrible. My sister's husband was what I would like to refer to as a brute, I mean, hell, he killed me."

The elf did speak like someone who wasn't very used to talking, his tone unsure and his words were halting. He had a nature about him that was almost awkward, his apologies were unnecessary and Alder had started to shake his head as he said them. He wouldn't hold a grudge against the elf for not knowing that he had an issue with Pure Bloods, it wasn't his fault. As well as this vampire could hold a grudge, he wasn't going to hold one against the kind elf. He was just about to say that when the elf introduced himself as Leofrick. It was a name that Alder had never heard before, as strange and as interesting as the elf himself. Leofrick Entoris.

"Leofrick Entoris," he tested the name on his tongue, gauging if he could properly pronounce it before introducing himself with flourish. "I'm Alder Reynolds."

"Don't worry about offending me, I'm in the wrong. I have my own problems with Pure Bloods. I suppose it's easy to guess why." he said this with an offhanded little laugh, the sound was smooth and rich, pleasant on the ear. "I like your name, Mister Entoris. I've not ever heard of your tribe but that doesn't stop me from my condolences for their fallen state."

Finally, Sierra spoke up, her voice was a welcome sound and Alder was starting to really like it. She had seemed confused as he and Leofrick shot off about Pure Bloods and he couldn't begin to understand why. Hadn't everyone met one of those abominable creatures before? Turning his gaze curiously to the dark haired wolf, his eyebrows peaked towards his hairline. "Oh my, I'm sorry, I'm being rude."

Was there embarrassment in his eyes for a moment? Had it really been so long since he'd explained what he was to someone? He'd thought she must have recognized his scent immediately, that his cursed existence must have been plastered all over him for the onlookers on Luce Prima. Sierra kept surprising him. She was young, of course, not much older than he had been at the time of his death but young by the relative meaning. He estimated that she was probably in her early twenties, maybe younger. Did packs not teach their brood about the other Dusk Children? Maybe, she just hadn't had an unfortunate meeting with his kind yet? To her, he must have just had the smell of a well preserved, very dead, human. He had been so sure that everyone knew him upon sight or smell or aura, whatever it was that the rest of these Dusk Children used to identify fellow creatures.

Leofrick had identified him immediately, had even had the gall to ask him what kind of cursed vampire that he was. Sometimes he forgot that he was a corpse, that he smelled like a corpse and that he looked like a corpse. It was easy to forget being dead when he didn't feel dead in the slightest, it was easy to balance that fine line between humanity and walking corpse when he didn't think about it. The need to drink blood was a small price to pay to be one of the living dead, he had gotten so used to that by now that it was just another part of his life. It was basically like reading or writing, just another thing that he'd gotten good at over the years. He could pinpoint the major arteries throughout the human body on memory alone and he knew which veins could be tapped without major damage to his victims. He was a very experienced vampire, he was not prone to remembering that he he was a very experienced vampire.

The hundred year old corpse surfaced from his thoughts, remembering that he was supposed to be explaining and not just thinking about it. "Sometimes I forget that I'm dead," he explained in a strangely joyous way. "I'm a vampire, Sierra."

He was sure to say her name, finding that he liked how it sounded on his tongue. Sierra. Sierra. Sierra. He wondered what her last name might be, he'd have to ask her when he wasn't explaining the undead. "I died in the twenties, I was eighteen at the time and it was all very tragic. Maybe it just seems tragic to me, I mean, I died, I'm probably entitled to some tragic feelings. I'd go into gruesome detail but I don't really want to. Suffice to say, I'm probably nearing my hundred and ninth birthday."

With a wink, he added. "Try fitting all of those candles on a cake and I'll be very impressed."

Having got that out of the way, he focused his attention on what she had actually asked of him. She did seem a bit misplaced, of course, he had been too when he'd first entered the city. The smells and sights were extremely overwhelming to newcomers. He knew that it had been a struggle to control his rising hunger at first because everyone was so closely packed. He could only imagine what this place was like for a werewolf, he didn't know everything about her kind but he did know that their sense of smell was superior to his own.

Bowing gallantly and far, far, far too dramatically over his arm, he said. "I can assist you in finding your dorm, if you would like. We'll have to seek out a scholar, you need to get your key. Though, I do have a question or two for you before that. You're a werewolf, aren't you? Did your pack ever tell you about vampires?"

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

If anyone happens to want to have any connection with Martin, I'm down with anything. Just hmu.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Martin Adam Cromwell

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"I don't even take myself seriously."

19 | 5"6 | Irish American |  He/Him | 132lbs.

[Unnoticed]

APPEARANCE

"I can't say I'm turning too many heads but it could be worse."

Martin is a boy with an almost bird-boned figure and a frail, slight look to him. He had been small since childhood, always a step behind his peers in size and frame, he never seemed to have quite caught up. Short and as thin as a reed, he has bony shoulders and he looks as if a stray breeze could blow him aside. There seems to be little to no muscle throughout his entire body and he doesn't seem ashamed of it. His small build makes it hard for him to be intimidating and was often the reason that he was pushed around in highschool. While being unintimidating, it also makes him appear much younger than he is and far more fragile.

His skin is almost sickly pale and there is prominent bruising beneath his eyes. He's blessed with a very good jawline, his face is all angles with deep cheekbones. A sharp cupids bow and a full lower lip characterize a mouth that can usually be found pushed slightly to the side in thought. A broad forehead and thick dark eyebrows lead to a pair of stormy blue eyes that are shrouded in dark eyelashes. A pale scar cuts through his left eyebrow, arching towards his hairline and disappearing into his hair.

The clothing that he wears can be considered a little eccentric, perhaps almost like a goth who's phase never quite ended. He can be found in long black trenchcoats with high collars, black jeans and black steel-toed boots. When he's not in his signature trenchcoat, he will usually opt for black silk button up shirts, black turtleneck sweaters or black t-shirts printed with band logos on them. His nails are almost always painted a uniform black.

PSYCHOLOGY

"Gay and sarcastic? I've got it all."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Martin's main goal in life is to be a musician, preferably a lead guitarist in a band some day.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Martin's philosophy on life is to mind his own business, he doesn't see the need to interject himself into the affairs of other people. Helping them or hurting them, it's all the same and he doesn't want to be a part of either.

SECRETS ⫻ Martin's biggest secret is the fact that he was bullied all throughout middle school and he tends to bottle up his feelings about it. He views social situations like someone may view a battleground, it scares him that any person could turn sour at any moment.

DESIRES ⫻ Above all else, Martin desires genuine confidence in himself and everything that he does. He also desires the ability to connect to people around him, he's not very good at it.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Homosexual, he's very open about it if someone happens to ask him.

FEARS ⫻ Martin fears being completely alone, he spent much of his childhood and teenage years in a sort of forced isolation. The idea of having absolutely no one for the rest of his life is one that terrifies him.

REPUTATION ⫻ His reputation is that of a loner and a weird kid, but he's known for being intelligent. He's the kind of kid that parents and teachers tend to refer to like "Oh, that Martin, he's smart but he's very odd."

PET PEEVES ⫻ He hates people that are purely mean just to be mean, something about bullies just really gets under his skin.

QUIRKS ⫻ He's prone to rocking back and forth when he's sitting or standing. He bites his nails frequently, usually chewing them down to the quick.

BACKSTORY

"My biography could be titled; "Nineteen Years of Failed Attempts at Getting Attention"."

Born a native to Farmer Hill, Martin Cromwell lived with a divorced pair of parents, his father lived about two hours away. Alice Cromwell was a woman who was very busy in trying to maintain their household, often away long hours at a demanding job. This left Martin with a babysitter for most of his childhood, a kind young woman who he just called Addi. Addi was fantastic at her job and treated him in the way that his mother didn't have time too, she would take him places and buy him things and comb his hair out of his face. At times it was hard to remember that she was just hired help and he thought of her like a family member. When his mother would be cold and absent, Addi was always warm and receptive. She would listen to him and she would care for him, he begin to care more for her than he cared for his own mother.

Alice was not an inherently bad woman, though she was extremely stressed. She was wrapped into the throes of work and she never had the time to do the little things that her son was so desperately requiring. By the age of ten, it became clear to the young man that his household was a little bit off. This was the start of an attention streak for young Martin. He became obsessed with impressing his distant mother, despite Addi's advice to not let it get to him. He started doing anything that he could to get her approval, he found that her approval was intangible and untouchable.

School was rough on the young man, he was often at the bottom of the pecking order. He was the type of kid that either faded into the background or was targeted by larger kids, this led to him cowering back. It wasn't easy to avoid the shoves and the comments, every passing day became a struggle. He would try to avoid school to avoid the harsh words that burned into his skin, nothing he said or did would make them stop. He became obsessed with trying to blend completely in, if his own mother could forget his existence then so could these kids.

It seemed to work after some time, he became a ghost of a student. He didn't have many friends but he didn't have many enemies either. It was around the age of thirteen that his father bought him an electric guitar and an amplifier. At first, he didn't know why his father had given him the instrument and it collected dust for months. He finally picked it up and spent weeks trying to learn how to play it, memorizing cords and getting used to the feeling of it pressing into his palms. It became his obsession, he couldn't focus on anything else as long as this instrument had his attention.

He played for Addi, learning songs that she liked and listening to her "oo" and "ahh" at the sounds of his fingers picking away at the strings. He played almost constantly, drowning the world out in song. It helped him get through school, gave him something to do that was easier and more interesting than socializing with people who didn't really care if he existed or not. He held no grudge for his mother or even for the school that paid him no mind, he just cared about that guitar and the beautiful sound that he could make with it. With some help from his father, he ended up attending Grand Ridge Academy.

When he found that Grand Ridge was hosting a camping trip, he was eager to sign up. A change in scenery seemed like just the thing to inspire him.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"You ever met a guy who can play guitar while balancing a plate on a stick? No? Me neither."

Playing Guitar ⫻ Martin learned to play guitar when he was thirteen years old and he's been playing it ever since, it's the talent that he's most proud of.

Juggling ⫻ While this talent have proved to be mostly useless throughout his life, it's great for parties. He can juggle up to four things at a time.

ABSTRACTION

"If I ever identified with anything, it was shadows."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A curling black shadow-like sigil on the right side of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Shadow Generation: Generation and projection of shadows and darkness which absorb or nullifies light in the area.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This ability doesn't have many benefits or down sides. He can project formless shadows, making them shift about and flit around. He can also absorb the light in a given area, sending it into complete darkness but he can't hold it like that for very long.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ His ability to hold darkness into place becomes stronger, making it so he can hold it there for much longer. He can move with this, holding the darkness wherever he may go. His shadow manipulation becomes more clear, holding stable shapes rather than formless masses.

AURA SENSING ⫻ True to his shadow nature, he can sense the auras of people or animals that are hiding, this extends to a one mile radius.

LIMITS ⫻ Martin can only produce shadows in a line of sight radius, and any darkness he creates will fade if he breaks line of sight with it. He can cover around a fifteen meter radius in darkness, but the abstraction wears him down, so he can't do it for too long. On the other hand, this is one of the few Abstractions that the Awakened are not resistant to.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ On the other hand, Martin cannot see through his own darkness, and it renders him blind as anyone else. In addition, it is completely ineffective against extra-sensory abilities, aura reading, or any senses beyond sight.

OTHER

"Endings are often bittersweet."

He does not like to be called "Mart" or "Marty" unless he's very fond of the individual.
He is highly allergic to cats.

Sustained Injury Tab

1. Dislocated shoulder while distracting Scott Reese.

Martin Cromwell - Relationship Table

Character name	Opinion
Kimberly	I mean, I can't say we're best friends or anything, I barely know her, but she's cool. We clicked for the most part, I always wanted to see more of her photography, I've never had an eye for that stuff.
Rien	I dig Rien, they're pretty nice and I admire the whole nonchalant outlook that they've got. We're not the closest but I really appreciate them talking to me. Hopefully we'll get to talk more.
Tuyen	I'm worried about her lately, I hope she's doing okay. I'll probably try to talk to her soon, it's been awhile.
Rita	Rita is my best friend, there's no qualms about it. I'm constantly grateful that I met her and that even when things get rough, we're able to stick it out. I'm glad to know we're in this weirdness together, and I'm glad we're back to our usual movie nights. I'm a little embarrassed that I told her so much about me but she took it fine. I don't know how to word this without sounding mushy but I know that whatever the world throws at us, I'll have her back through it all.
Penny	I can't help but want to thank her for helping Rita but I'm not sure I have the guts.
Billy	I'm also pretty sure this guy's sister is that scary chick. I don't really care as long as he stays cool with me. We talk in passing and I think he's okay. He seems nice enough.
Hagan	Funny how a conversation with a guy that hates me about things that make zero sense can make me like him. He's alright, kind of rough around the edges and like I said, he hates me but I think we could get along if he ever stops, y'know, hating me.
Grant	I like Grant, he's really awesome. Our friendship consists of a lot of note passing and text messages, it's like a silent film but with constant dialogue cards. I actually kind of love it. There's something really easy about talking to him, I feel like he's really the kind of person that you can trust. I'm having fun getting to know him, I'm glad that he seems to like me too.

Aliana Cecilia Agüero

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"You don't know shit about my life and I prefer it that way."

20 | 5"9 | Afro Cuban and English American |She/Her | 146 lbs.

[Secretive]

APPEARANCE

"Not that I care about looks but I'm doing pretty damn well."

Aliana is built tall and strong with a very slim, beautiful, figure and a good complexion to her bronzed skin. She walks with pride, very aware of her long legs and broad shoulders. She was always on the tall side and she was always very okay with it, seeming to prefer being the gangly girl over the small, quaint, girl. She's somebody who demands to be noticed and it's hard not to with her unique features and her slender form.

She has noticeably high cheekbones and a squared off jaw, full lips and a button nose. Her hair is a dark brown and usually cut short, it's very thick and curly. Her eyes are a very dark brown, ranging towards black and shaded in dark eyelashes. Her skin has dark freckles that smatter her shoulders and chest, a prominent dark mole stands stark on the left side of her neck. She has a tattoo of a dark red rose on her right ankle.

She can usually be found in casual, fashionable clothing. She's not the type to go over the top with clothing but she stands out just enough that she still demands attention. Brightly colored scarves, pointed heels and clattering bracelets can almost always be found on her person.

PSYCHOLOGY

"This whole stable thing is a ruse."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Aliana strives to be an actress some day, this is a goal that she dedicates almost all of her time to.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Aliana believes strongly in live and let live, she doesn't feel swayed to bother those who are just living their lives and she very much wants them to leave her to live her own life. As far as she's concerned, nobody should bother anyone else. Negativity is something that she can't stand.

SECRETS ⫻ Aliana had a very abusive father, she still struggles with the trauma of it all.

DESIRES ⫻ She desires stability and safety.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Bisexual.

FEARS ⫻ Above all, she fears her father but she also has a pretty severe phobia of darkness.

REPUTATION ⫻ She has a reputation of being extremely friendly but somewhat catty, she tends to surround herself in people that will put up with her tendency to be overly dramatic.

PET PEEVES ⫻ A lot of things annoy her but the thing that annoys her most are people that appear to be very holier-than-thou. She has almost no tolerance for someone who can't see their own faults.

QUIRKS ⫻ When standing, she will tend to sway in place and shift her feet. She also tends to swing her arms at her sides and tap her fingers on things when she's impatient.

BACKSTORY

"My mama always said that I was as smart as a whip but keeping everything inside would tear me apart."

Born in south Florida to a Cuban mother and an American father, she grew up in a low income household. She spent most of her childhood in a fairly small trailer with two younger brothers. Her mother did her best to make their small home liveable for her three children. It was only their father who made the home uninhabitable for everyone. As far as Aliana could remember, he would go into rages and hurt her mother. These rages would usually scare the young girl into hiding until she couldn't hear the slamming any longer.

It wasn't until she was nine that she started trying to stand up to her father. That was the first time that he ever hit her. The young lady was full of fire, she didn't let the blows stop her from fighting back but the negativity of it all was starting to wear her down. She spent years encouraging her mother to leave her father and to get as far away from him as they could. It took years before they actually did move. At the age of fifteen, her and her two younger brothers landed in Farmer Hill.

Though the place wasn't ideal, they managed to find an affordable home and it was very far from her father. Her mother took back her maiden name and so did her kids, it was an act of solidarity. It was a complete separation from the one person that they had all feared for so long. In Farmer Hill, Aliana got the chance to be herself and to focus on goals that meant something to her. She got the chance to be the person that she had always wanted to be.

This chance came with the need to let no one in, she didn't want to be a tragedy and she despised the idea of pity. Soon, secrets became so easy for her that she almost never spoke about anything deeper than the here and now. Her emotions were cast aside and so were her thoughts and concerns. She became a blank space, a persona of a girl that laughed the world off.

Attending Grand Ridge Academy made her mother very proud, the idea of the camping trip struck her as a very fun way to kick back and relax.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"Not only am I fast, I can act."

[Running] ⫻ She was on the track team for a very long time, she's very quick.

[Acting] ⫻ Her dream of being an actress has lead to a lot of practice in the fine art of acting.

[Herbal Knowledge] ⫻ She knows a lot about different types of herbs from working with her mom in their garden for so long.

[Ballroom Dancing] ⫻ She took ballroom dancing lessons for a short period of time in highschool.

[Spanish] ⫻ She has a fluency in Spanish because her mother speaks predominant Spanish.

ABSTRACTION

"Some things should stay hidden."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A faded grayish eye on the underside of her right wrist.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Cloaking: The power to hide objects/subjects from optical sight.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This abstraction allows Aliana the ability to hide objects or people from visible sight, this expands to any living thing and any nonliving thing. Things that she cloaks will disappear completely from sight but will otherwise remain in their place, obscuring them from vision but not removing them from existence.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ Her ability to cloak things expands to a much further range and she's able to cloak them for longer.

AURA SENSING ⫻ Influenced by her love of track, Aliana can see the auras of individuals that are moving very quickly in about a half mile radius.

LIMITS ⫻ Aliana has a limitless range for cloaking objects - however, while she doesn't have a hard-limit, she has an effective range. She can effectively cloak objects within three meters of herself, able to keep it fully cloaked for as long as she stays focused. Outside of that, she has to focus a bit harder to cloak it. Outside of around ten meters, she'll be struggling to keep objects cloaked for more than a few seconds. The size of the object or area also has to be taken into account - she can keep an average adult male cloaked, again, for long as she can remain focused. She can keep, say, a minivan cloaked for about a few minutes before. She can keep a ten meter radius cloaked for about a split second. This is also one abstraction that bypasses the Awakened's resistance to each other. However, while her cloaking bypasses the Awakened's resistance, it doesn't stop aura reading, or any other extra-sensory abilities even in the slightest.

WEAKNESSES ⫻ Her cloaking ability impairs her own ability to see. While she isn't rendered blind, her vision is greatly dimmed, and she'll have a harder time seeing from a distance, and seeing finer details like colors.

OTHER

"Try not to miss me."

Her brothers are very dear to her and she likes to make that glaringly clear.

Sustained Injury Tab

1. N/A

Aliana Agüero - Relationship Table

Character name	Opinion
Britney	The girl is awesome. When I moved here, I was really worried about meeting anyone half as cool as the people back home but Britney is absolutely amazing. She was nice to me from the start and I'll always appreciate that. I'm really glad I met her.
Min-Jun	God, this kid is irritating. I met him once on campus and I just about wanted to throttle him, we made a bit of a scene by arguing. I don't look forward to running into him ever again.
Lynette	I don't think anyone gets how much of a leader Lynette is, she keeps a stable head and she does what needs to be done. I kind of admire those qualities and it makes me want to be more innovative. I'd easily say she's one of my closest friends, I'm glad we're in this stuff together.
Penny	Penny proves time and time again that nothing can hold her back, she's fearless and brash. Sometimes I think that she's one of the bravest people that I've ever met, I wish I was that brave. She's also one of my closest friends and I'm glad that we've started this weird super trio with Lynette.
Billy	With Penny, you get Billy. I don't have much issue with Billy, he's a'ight. He's hit on me before but I'm not really complaining, I'd hate to discourage an admirer too much.
Nathan	This kid keeps popping up, he's kind of funny though, I can deal with a funny guy.
Grant	Good kid, I don't have any issue with Grant, he's one of those people that's easy to like.
Jasmine	I've never really had a friend who understood what it was like to always be keeping an eye on your younger brothers, it's good to have her around. I don't feel like I have to put a front on around her, I can be open about how much I worry about those dumb boys when they're not around. I just really like Jasmine, I'm glad that we met.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

@Surtr Inc One mile works for me, I was honestly trying to shoot low with his aura range but I wasn't sure how low it was allowed to be.

I love the limits and weaknesses that you chose, it's funny to imagine him being just as blind and fumbling in his darkness as anyone else. Am I allowed to add him to the character tab?

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Martin Cromwell

Martin Cromwell.

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"I don't even take myself seriously."

19 | 5"6 | Irish American | He/Him | 138lb.

[Unnoticed]

APPEARANCE

"I can't say I'm turning too many heads but it could be worse."

Martin is a boy with an almost bird-boned figure and a frail, slight look to him. He had been small since childhood, always a step behind his peers in size and frame, he never seemed to have quite caught up. Short and as thin as a reed, he has bony shoulders and he looks as if a stray breeze could blow him aside. There seems to be little to no muscle throughout his entire body and he doesn't seem ashamed of it. His small build makes it hard for him to be intimidating and was often the reason that he was pushed around in highschool. While being unintimidating, it also makes him appear much younger than he is and far more fragile.

His skin is almost sickly pale and there is prominent bruising beneath his eyes. He's blessed with a very good jawline, his face is all angles with deep cheekbones. A sharp cupids bow and a full lower lip characterize a mouth that can usually be found pushed slightly to the side in thought. A broad forehead and thick dark eyebrows lead to a pair of stormy blue eyes that are shrouded in dark eyelashes. A pale scar cuts through his left eyebrow, arching towards his hairline and disappearing into his hair.

The clothing that he wears can be considered a little eccentric, perhaps almost like a goth who's phase never quite ended. He can be found in long black trenchcoats with high collars, black jeans and black steel-toed boots. When he's not in his signature trenchcoat, he will usually opt for black silk button up shirts, black turtleneck sweaters or black t-shirts printed with band logos on them. His nails are almost always painted a uniform black.

PSYCHOLOGY

"I'm not as much of a wreck as it might seem."

MAIN GOAL ⫻ Martin's main goal in life is to be a musician, preferably a lead guitarist in a band some day.

PHILOSOPHY ⫻ Martin's philosophy on life is to mind his own business, he doesn't see the need to interject himself into the affairs of other people. Helping them or hurting them, it's all the same and he doesn't want to be a part of either.

SECRETS ⫻ Martin's biggest secret is the fact that he was bullied all throughout middle school and he tends to bottle up his feelings about it. He views social situations like someone may view a battleground, it scares him that any person could turn sour at any moment.

DESIRES ⫻ Above all else, Martin desires genuine confidence in himself and everything that he does. He also desires the ability to connect to people around him, he's not very good at it.

SEXUALITY ⫻ Homosexual, he's very open about it if someone happens to ask him.

FEARS ⫻ Martin fears being completely alone, he spent much of his childhood and teenage years in a sort of forced isolation. The idea of having absolutely no one for the rest of his life is one that terrifies him.

REPUTATION ⫻ His reputation is that of a loner and a weird kid, but he's known for being intelligent. He's the kind of kid that parents and teachers tend to refer to like "Oh, that Martin, he's smart but he's very odd."

PET PEEVES ⫻ He hates people that are purely mean just to be mean, something about bullies just really gets under his skin.

QUIRKS ⫻ He's prone to rocking back and forth when he's sitting or standing. He bites his nails frequently, usually chewing them down to the quick.

BACKSTORY

"There's nothing exciting about my life, the exciting stuff all involves other people."

Born a native to Farmer Hill, Martin Cromwell lived with a divorced pair of parents, his father lived about two hours away. Alice Cromwell was a woman who was very busy in trying to maintain their household, often away long hours at a demanding job. This left Martin with a babysitter for most of his childhood, a kind young woman who he just called Maddie. Maddie was fantastic at her job and treated him in the way that his mother didn't have time too, she would take him places and buy him things and comb his hair out of his face. At times it was hard to remember that she was just hired help and he thought of her like a family member. When his mother would be cold and absent, Maddie was always warm and receptive. She would listen to him and she would care for him, he begin to care more for her than he cared for his own mother.

Alice was not an inherently bad woman, though she was extremely stressed. She was wrapped into the throes of work and she never had the time to do the little things that her son was so desperately requiring. By the age of ten, it became clear to the young man that his household was a little bit off. This was the start of an attention streak for young Martin. He became obsessed with impressing his distant mother, despite Maddie's advice to not let it get to him. He started doing anything that he could to get her approval, he found that her approval was intangible and untouchable.

School was rough on the young man, he was often at the bottom of the pecking order. He was the type of kid that either faded into the background or was targeted by larger kids, this led to him cowering back. It wasn't easy to avoid the shoves and the comments, every passing day became a struggle. He would try to avoid school to avoid the harsh words that burned into his skin, nothing he said or did would make them stop. He became obsessed with trying to blend completely in, if his own mother could forget his existence then so could these kids.

It seemed to work after some time, he became a ghost of a student. He didn't have many friends but he didn't have many enemies either. It was around the age of thirteen that his father bought him an electric guitar and an amplifier. At first, he didn't know why his father had given him the instrument and it collected dust for months. He finally picked it up and spent weeks trying to learn how to play it, memorizing cords and getting used to the feeling of it pressing into his palms. It became his obsession, he couldn't focus on anything else as long as this instrument had his attention.

He played for Maddie, learning songs that she liked and listening to her "oo" and "ahh" at the sounds of his fingers picking away at the strings. He played almost constantly, drowning the world out in song. It helped him get through school, gave him something to do that was easier and more interesting than socializing with people who didn't really care if he existed or not. He held no grudge for his mother or even for the school that paid him no mind, he just cared about that guitar and the beautiful sound that he could make with it. With some help from his father, he ended up attending Grand Ridge Academy.

When he found that Grand Ridge was hosting a camping trip, he was eager to sign up. A change in scenery seemed like just the thing to inspire him.

SKILLS & TALENTS

"You ever met a guy who can play guitar while balancing a plate on a stick? No? Me neither."

Playing Guitar ⫻ Martin learned to play guitar when he was thirteen years old and he's been playing it ever since, it's the talent that he's most proud of.

Juggling ⫻ While this talent have proved to be mostly useless throughout his life, it's great for parties. He can juggle up to four things at a time.

ABSTRACTION

"If I ever identified with anything, it was shadows."

SIGIL & LOCATION ⫻ A curling black shadow-like sigil on the back of his neck.

ABSTRACTION ⫻ Shadow Generation: Generation and projection of shadows and darkness which absorb or nullifies light in the area.

ABSTRACTION DESCRIPTION ⫻ This ability doesn't have many benefits or down sides. He can project formless shadows, making them shift about and flit around. He can also absorb the light in a given area, sending it into complete darkness but he can't hold it like that for very long.

IN THE PRESENCE OF THE MOUNTAIN ⫻ His ability to hold darkness into place becomes stronger, making it so he can hold it there for much longer. He can move with this, holding the darkness wherever he may go. His shadow manipulation becomes more clear, holding stable shapes rather than formless masses.

AURA SENSING ⫻ True to his shadow nature, he can sense the auras of people or animals that are hiding, this extends to a ten mile radius.

LIMITS ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

WEAKNESSES ⫻ (DO NOT FILL THIS OUT, I WILL PROVIDE IT FOR YOU)

OTHER

"Endings are often bittersweet."

His theme song is Ghosting by Mother Mother.

@Surtr Inc There's my CS.

The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

Alder Reynolds.

When he indicated that he could take her bag, he noticed that her grip on it tightened. It struck him as strangely defensive, she didn't seem to trust him and he guessed she had no reason to. She had only just met him after all and he'd always been told that he came on kind of strong. He had learned a lot of things over the years, subtlety was not one of those things. Unfortunately for her, having a way with words was also not one of those things. "It's not like I'm going to steal your bag or something." he said, "I have my own stuff."

His tone remained light and friendly throughout the entire statement, despite how shady it actually sounded. That was the thing about Alder, he was extremely friendly and socially likeable but he wasn't what any person would define as particularly good at judging the weight of his words. He simply just spoke whatever was on his mind, it was indiscriminate and honest. Though that blatant honesty could be extremely disarming for those who were not prepared for it. Sometimes that honesty bordered on rude or made for unconventional statements that could be discomforting if taken wrong. It was both a curse and a blessing, depending on how people chose to see it.

"Oh, dammit!" she exclaimed, throwing her bag back to the ground and falling to her knees to look through it. "I'm such an idiot sometimes, I swear!"

Her reaction momentarily startled him and he was mesmerized as he watched the wolf dig around her bag. He perhaps watched her too closely as well, studying her movements carefully. Having never spent much time with wolves before, having this one before him was extremely interesting. He found himself wondering what her wolf form looked like, though he found that might be an awkward question to ask a young lady. Her movements were quick and feral, it made him think that she hadn't spent much time around people and made him even more curious about her. She was almost more wolf than girl as far as he could tell.

Strange as it might be, he wondered if there was any way to keep her talking to him. He was almost concerned that she might leave him as quickly as she'd came, he went to ask her about taking her bag again before he heard her chastise herself lightly. "Well done Sierra, right?" though the words were followed by a chuckle and he found that he liked her laugh even though it was a little self deprecating in nature.

Sierra was her name then. A name that simply meant "dark", he liked it. It seemed to fit her with her jaggedly cut black hair and distinctively inuit features, it seemed to fit her wolfish nature somehow. A simple, beautiful name. He would have to tell her that he liked it sometime, provided that he see her again. He couldn't believe he was trying to cook up plans for a future meeting that he didn't even know existed just yet. Sometimes he could be a bit too hopeful.

To his inquiry of whether or not she was new here, he listened closely.

"Yeah, I'm new here. New to everywhere, really. I don't really-" she froze.

When her words stopped, he stiffened, shooting a confused look over his shoulder. He half expected that they were suddenly under attack but no, she was just staring at him. He watched her inhale deeply and it didn't occur to him that she must be smelling him in the same way he'd smelled her. He saw something pass over her expression, though he couldn't quite read it. Why was she looking at him like that? Her voice came out in the form of a question, his brows lowered in confusion.

"Are you...?"

-And another voice cut her off, male this time. "Ex-excuse me sir, mam. If I may, umm, be so bold. Are you of pure blood?"

Seemingly, a storm rolled in for Alder, because the expression that had looked so pleasant before was now darkening. It happened so quickly that it was almost odd, his blue eyes were suddenly narrowed and his mouth curved down slightly. It wasn't the first time he'd ever been asked about his status, it surely wouldn't be the last time. The man that had asked the question was tall with skin the color of granite, swathed in a dark green cloak. He had the fine features of the elven race, the delicately crafted beauty that made them seem almost human and yet completely alien. He couldn't recall how long it had been since he'd met an elf, they were so few and far in between. He sometimes had been convinced that they'd all died out over the years. Elves were some of the oldest lore, a race of fighters and hunters that moved with otherworldly grace. It was almost awe-inspiring that this one should be addressing him, if only the question wasn't that particular question.

Thinking of his vampirism was always a bad train of thought, it brought up unpleasant imagery. That creature that had sunk his fangs into his throat and the feeling of the blood as it was forcefully removed from his body. The burning in his veins and the way that the man had looked down at him, his bleary vision making him into a creature of shade and fog. The way he'd woken up and lights had seemed so glaringly bright that they burned his eyes, smells had overwhelmed him from all directions. It had all just been so much. He'd been fearful but he hadn't shown it as he argued with that creature and his sister. He was trying to make her see that this was madness, he was trying to bring that man down with his words. Evidently, his furious words hadn't done much to sway either of them. In the end it had been him who'd left them after all, it had been him who left his sister. Amaranth, like her namesake, remained unfading and undying in his memory. He had chosen to leave her behind. Sometimes he regretted it so much that it made his stomach churn.

Deciding it was best not to focus on these thoughts, he turned to face the elf, drawing in a breath, he somehow managed to keep his tone neutral though there was the slightest bit of strain in it. "No, I've met my fair share over the years though." he mustered up a new smile, this one didn't quite touch his eyes like the other had. "My sister married one, I believe. He was the same one that changed me, though I couldn't begin to guess where they are now. Why do you ask? Do I remind you of someone?"

He genuinely wanted to know despite himself, conversation was conversation. Usually when he was asked about his status, it was by the naturally curious or by someone who was sure they recognized him. Changed vampires seemed to die a lot quicker than Pure Bloods, natural bad luck and the overwhelming urge to feed was a plight upon his kind and it ended in a lot of untimely deaths. He supposed he was lucky in a way, he'd learned the art of control for the most part. "You're an elf, aren't you? I haven't met very many of your kind."

Turning his attention to Sierra again, he tilted his head curiously. "I believe you were going to ask me something?"

Interactions

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The City Of Luce Prima (Supernatural creature RP)

@Obscene Symphony If you're alright with it then I might keep it around because it's very in his character to try to point it out in a friendly yet worried way and I like the humor of the situation too. :-) I'm glad you like him because I'm really digging Sierra.