Ryouko

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@Assallya
The male's eyebrows furrowed lightly as she looked at him. He could feel her unease, and lightly turned, leaping from the uneven roof of the wagon. He would land beside the stopped wagon, silently turning to face her. "I enjoy the night. It's easier to do my work in." He then looked at his arm bitterly, and shrugged. "But, I have no work right now, and so I decided to take a stroll in the night." He explained. "In the day, I can still do my work. My ability of adaptation allows me to hide..these." He gestured with his human arm to his dark limbs.

He had no motive for giving her directions. The Mutant hoped that the woman before him understanded as such.

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@Assallya

The Assassin's face was devoid of emotion as he looked at the blonde haired woman before him. His yellow eyes were on hers, and he lightly spoke to her, almost as if trying to assure her he meant no harm. However, his own actions might have seemed suspicious...and so he decided to hold his left arm up, pointing ahead of them. "Just up the road. I can see it now. I assure you that I mean no harm."

A brief smile flitted across his face as he thought of the curse she had spoken to the night air, before his face was wiped of emotion once more. "I heard your curse and thought that you might need directions."

In the light of the lantern, his white hair seemed to shine lightly, his dark clothing clinging to his frame. It was form fitting, but gave him room to move in combat. His demonic arm, while purple at the edges, was pitch black on the inside, and seemed to push away the light that neared it. His left leg, until his thigh, had several small spikes. His lower legs were also demonic...but, they were covered by his pants.

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@Dealdric

Sorry, but Aion isn't there anymore. He ran off to see who the other person was. I just mentioned he noticed your char so that you could perhaps notice him and not feel left out. ^^" Apologies.

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@Assallya

Giving you a choice.

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@Dealdric @Assallya

As the capsule struck the ground, Aion's sensitive hearing caused the male to turn his head sharply, yellow eyes peering through the inky darkness of night. The male walking away from the capsule seemed strange, that was no question, but he was not one to judge people for their differences. He could not, because that right was not his.

Then, his hearing caused him to turn his head towards the curse that had been carried through the night air. It was faint, causing him to believe that the source was not as close to the tavern as the other occupants. The voice was feminine, he could deduce that much. Or perhaps a male who had the voice of a woman. A light chuckle escaped his lips before he could stop himself. The curse was funny to him.

Either way, the boy's demonic arm dimmed down to a low purple. He was now going for stealth, to see if the female approaching was dangerous. As the form of the elder teen seemed to vanish into thin air. Instead, he had simply used the speed granted to him. He could not suddenly turn invisible, now! That would be fun for him, though.

A minute later, he had spotted the lantern lit wagon. He waited until it passed him, before he leapt from the tree and onto the path behind it. His steps were silent, as his feet hit the ground underneath quickly. He would silently leap into the air, attempting to land on top of the Crimson wagon.

If he landed, he would silently whisper to her. "If you're looking for the inn,it's only around ten minutes ahead of us." He would be prepared for her to swerve, his feet planted firmly.

If he didn't land, and she swerved to avoid him, he would be surprised. He was unnaturally silent, and so detection would surprise him and make him momentarily slow before running after her again.

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@Assallya

Nice job with your character, though.

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Lightly, the silvery haired youth leapt from tree to tree, his dark form shooting across the even darker forest around him. Aion's feet made no noise as he leapt and bounded from tree to tree, the years of training helping the Assassin accomplish such a feat.

If one was to spot this dark blur, they would have but mere seconds before he was gone again, blending in with the darkness that blanketed the forest. He preferred the company of darkness to that of light. Darkness was his friend, and the only one that the male felt he needed.

The way that he moved, however..it was unnatural. Almost too graceful, too well timed. He would be lying if he told anyone that his skills were ordinary for an assassin. Having been trained for years, he was almost too good at his job. Not much was a challenge for him anymore. The Jobs came and gone..but the excitement had faded.

As he stopped at the edge of the clearing, his yellow eyes glinted in the light given off by the tavern. He was hidden among the leaves and branches of the tree he stood in, his hair and eyes the only distinguishable feature of his lithe form. As he lightly placed a hand on the tree trunk beside him, the youth's demonic arm flexed and relaxed once. He could hear others nearby. Some seemed to be just now approaching, whilst others were already inside.

His mind raced with thoughts, but the one question that stood tall amongst the chaos within his head was a simple one.

'Where did they come from?'

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Gimme a few and I shall post in.

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@Letmehaveone2

XD Okay Blue.

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CS

Name: Aion

Nickname: "What? What the heck? Another one of these?

Age:18

Gender: "I'm a dude, if it isn't obvious."

Species: Mutant/Human

Powers: Transmutation(FMA Style), Adaptation

Skills: Adaptation allows him to be versatile and geared towards different things at the same time. An example is in Pitch Black Darkness he can see as if it were day. He was also trained for years by Assassins. His combat skills are deadly.

Weakness(es): If he adapts to one thing, he is more vulnerable to the opposite.

Crush: "Please speak to my pillow. We're close, maybe it knows."

From(OC, movie, game, book, tv show, etc): OC FMA Universe

Personality: Brisk, silent. Prefers to be left alone on his missions. Due to growing up how he did, he is often afraid of people getting close to him. Makes his nerves get on edge faster than Usain Bolt in a dead sprint.

Bio(optional): (Don't question the FMA similarities. I know it's similar.)) Simply Put, Aion grew up in a guild of Assassins. This explains his indifferent, cold, quiet demeanor. His parents were both skilled in Transmutation, and died when he was young. Thus, everything about his inherited ability had been a secret to him, until he was able to access their library. Then, like most young children....

Aion wanted his parents back. He wanted his mother. After he had done the research, he tried...and it cost him many things, without even bringing his parents back. It cost him his calves and below, and his left arm.

The Assassins found him curled up, on the ground of his parent's tomb, where they would use ancient magic to create him new limbs. Though, when the transformation was finished...they were not really his own limbs. They were the limbs of a demon, a creature of the night..And he was stuck with them. The Transformation had also unlocked a gene in his body that was mutated, allowing it to spread..a gene that allowed him to rapidly adapt to anything thrown at him. After training it, it would take him five minutes to fully adapt against anything.

Appearance(s):

Other: He hates being toyed with.