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I write most often in third person because I approach my characters objectively and analytically, but I do like to sometimes write in first person because I think it's a fun way to get into character and really see things from the perspective of your character. I might do it for this.

So I'm totally open to whatever people want to do.
Darius
Darius watched Grant fumble around in his pocket for nothing. Smoker. The teen expected that kind of habit from someone in business or law, a description that Grant definitely fit by the looks of the fancy clothes. Darius looked Grant over a little more, a man that didn't look too shabby. Definitely handsome despite the mode of dress being inappropriate for the occasion. Reminded Darius of an American tourist packed for a developed country like a safari expert. Well, it might not turn out so bad. The idea of Grant fighting monsters in a suit was a little entertaining, but an outfit meant to look professional and attractive really didn't suit the battle scene. The boy chuckled to himself, and then Grant finally spoke after a few moments in thought.

He'd said, "We should see if... John? Yeah, I think that's right. We should see if John is alive. Maybe he's a doctor or scientist - he could know something about this place." John... Darius stared at the unconscious man who was on the ground and wearing a labcoat. He felt uneasy about that idea, but he offered it a little more thought to humor Grant.

Finally Darius developed an opinion. "I'm not so sure. He seems a little... uh... unstable. Y'know..." He paused for a short few seconds to gather his words. "John might be a little... apathetic. Or two-faced. He seems a little headstrong." Yeah, so Darius wasn't the most articulate person in the world, but he made it clear to Grant that the teen didn't really trust John for whatever reason, maybe the brash charge out of the shrine or the general lack of appeal of big business. In agreement with Grant's proposal to break the ice, however, Darius did supply a matter-of-fact 'Yeah' and a casual nod. The lawyer held out his hand, and Darius gripped it softly with his own, shaking Grant's hand slowly. "It's nice to meet you. My name's, um, Darius. Darius Sterling." He released Grant's hand after what he felt was an acceptable amount of time, his hand trembling from a little anxiety. "So, uh, do we just tell each other about ourselves? Should we do the walk-and-talk?"
Darius
Darius watched with caution, still stanced in a defensive position as the bear made its retreat with the girl. She should've made a move to try and fend off the bear, but her inaction earned her death. He felt perhaps a little sense of guilt, but there wasn't much he could do. He just had to count on the girl reviving at the shrine, just as the goddess of the realm had told them all. Grant charged after the bear immediately, but it was of no use. The bear could outrun the man any day. Darius surveyed the aftermath of the event: the group was down one person, Grant was having some sort of epiphany about the ordeal, and John Eidolon was unconscious. Just great... The brunet grimaced. The current situation wasn't ideal. Or it might have been, depending on how helpful John and fish girl would be.

Darius took a look at Grant, the taller, blue-eyed, blond man that contrasted completely with Darius's own complexion, height, eye color, and hair. What a complementary duo. The boy only hoped that he and Grant could work together somehow and build enough trust to form a strong team. In the meantime, Grant was all Darius would have. The shimmering, steaming blade that Grant once wielded had disintegrated completely. Interesting... The boy at least took note. Grant could summon a sword, and Darius had some sort of power with ice and water. His face took on a more thoughtful expression as he committed to memory their abilities and internally mused about them. Grant turned to Darius, and the motion drew his attention straight to Grant's face.

"So, you can throw ice spears then." Grant quipped half-heartedly.

"Yeah..." Darius gave a hesitant chuckle and an uneasy smile. "And, uh, you have a cool sword." He ambled casually over to Grant and stood next to the older man. "Any ideas for where we go from here, uh, Grant?" The day was young in the Cradle of Divinity. They had eternity here until they could overpower the pantheon and escape. He just wanted to go home. He didn't want this. He didn't want to feel mediocre in a contest against other godlings. He was... a nobody. He was just an average kid. The young man said just above a breath, "As for me... I wish I knew why this had to happen to me. It feels fucking awful."
I'm waiting for either @Magnato or @whist to post since I don't want to double-post in the first group. Magnato hasn't posted in the past 6 days, but the Guild says she/he/they was/were on yesterday. I don't know if that means they're busy or that they've quit on us. whist said he has a post for Grant ready, but that he didn't want to cut off Magnato. So there's that. Really it's hinging on either of those two to get that train going.
Name: Hunter
Age: 17
Sex/Gender: Male, cisgender
Sexuality: Homosexual, panromantic
Species: Human
Eye Type: Bright, pale blue

Appearance:
Hunter has medium-length, thick hair that has a dark brown color not unlike brown sugar and is parted to the left side of his face almost always. He keeps his square jaw cleanly shaven, depriving it of the short-boxed beard that he would otherwise have growing on the soft, beach sand-colored skin of his face and around his dark pink lips. Those same lips give warm smiles of straight teeth and canines sharpened by a boy who grew up a meat-eater. His cheekbones are high, his nose flat and high-bridged, and his face, though very manly in a traditional sense, taps into a few softer aspects that make his handsomeness a little more approachable, possibly even cuter or sweeter. Half-frame, horn-rimmed black corrective glasses aid his vision.

A fairly strong youth, Hunter has an average build, consisting of broad shoulders, thin arms, and thick legs with capable muscles built by some strenuous work under the sun, all connected to a slim, muscled torso, with a little bit of fat. This bundle of muscle, like his face, is made softer and less intimidating by that same bit of fat, all packaged in an average height of 5 feet and 8 inches. Over his fairly standard body, he usually wears T-shirts and button-ups of all sorts of designs and pairs of cargo shorts that he ever so often swaps for tight jeans, all this depending on the clothes he finds and the conditions he meets. The most prevalent color in his wardrobe is the color blue and its tints and shades in keeping with his favorite color. Hunter typically wears a quartz pendant around his neck on a black cord necklace.

History:
Hunter was raised by his paternal grandfather after his parents died when he was just an infant. In such a lawless, insane world, his grandfather did what he could to assure that Hunter would grow to have integrity and virtue among men and that Hunter would at least have a few skills to guarantee his survival into old age. They lived a very nomadic life, drifting from town to town and bringing few actual possessions with them beyond the necessities like food and clothing, but that didn't stop Hunter from sneaking other things in his backpack like the journals that he filled with art and writing.

Never able to have a long-lasting friendship, few people ever got very close to Hunter. The only people who really got close to him were the boys he'd involved himself in romantic relationships with in the towns where Hunter and his grandfather had stayed for longer, but Hunter found himself breaking all ties with those boys each time he'd moved to another town. He'd had the time to secretly explore his sexuality and figure it all out, but he would never have the time to develop anything more than a short fling. And so, Hunter's relationships were few and far between and as scarce as gems in the earth.

Eventually, like the rest of his family had before Hunter was even born, his grandfather too departed and left Hunter the last of his kin, the only child of a family that had once been as innumerable as the stars. In turn he came to possess the quartz pendant that belonged to his mother's father, then his mother, then his father, and last his grandfather, and he had only his beloved pet cat to keep him company. Hunter traveled with whichever boys he dated, from the start of the relationship to the end, as the fragile youth searched for someone on whom he could depend and for enlightenment and for purpose. He joined the group convinced that if he did, he might be able to fulfill his goals and see the end of the hell they live in. If he were a part of the group that found the Cure, he could realize his dream of having a large impact on the world.

Special Object:
The quartz pendant left in his inheritance by his grandfather is Hunter's special object. Claims to whether or not it can do anything spectacular or miraculous are dubious, but for obvious sentiments about his love for his grandfather, the pendant is important to Hunter. It is, however, peculiarly warm to the touch.

Companions:
Hunter's cat is a Maine Coon silver tabby cat that he affectionately calls "Luna." Luna, like most cats of her breed, is a docile and vocal hunting cat that responds well to Hunter's calls and understands commands Hunter has trained her to follow. Hunter and Luna are about as close as a human and a feline can become.

Other:
  • Left-handed
  • Decent artist
  • Good writer
  • Compassionate and optimistic
  • Good cook
  • Attentive and more intelligent than most
  • Has a few spells of depression every now and then
  • Forgetful, procrastinating, perfectionist
Alrighty, accepted. One more thing I forgot to put on the bio, can you also write why they decided to join the group or if they were already there?

Sure thing!

Edit: Alright, I did it! I'll go ahead and add him to the Character tab now.
I finished my character. I hope he's alright.
Will the groups ever meet?
I'm interested, and I have a character in progress.

Edit: Here's my character.

Impossible reality.
Darius
"What the hell!?" Darius shielded his eyes from the sudden flash of blinding light as he watched Grant slam into the wall brutally. When the brunet could open his eyes again, they were met with a frost-covered, skillfully-constructed longsword steaming in the blond man's hands. Grant had just conjured a blade out of thin air. Holy shit... Darius lacked the words to succinctly describe what he had just seen; the event was indescribable, inconceivable within reality. But that was exactly what they needed. He stared at his hands deep in thought, and then he brought his eyes forward to the abomination that accosted the group. Lab coat guy was either dead or unconscious, leaving fish girl, Grant, and Darius to fend for themselves against the plant bear. What do I have that's useful?

Darius planted his foot ahead of him as he lowered his body defensively, and the vines lurched for the group. Feeling the weight of time upon his back, he knew he needed to act quickly or else he'd be bear feed. All but mere seconds before the vines could constrict him. He clenched his teeth, and his body tensed more like he was trying to force something out. Finally, just finally, the young man screamed at the top of his lungs. "Get back!" In that instant, a jet of water launched from his left palm, straight for the bear. As it traveled through the air, it crystallized into a sharp spear of ice, ready to pierce the bear if the creature didn't have the skill to deflect it or defend itself from the ice.
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