Sadie

The Nameless City

"Look at the poor thing. All tattered and...is that- is that what I think it is? Is her skin- cracked?

A gasp could be heard throughout the room. Onlookers gazed down at the small child, no older than twelve years of age. They observed her white skin, her silver hair. Some edges of her skin seemed to be dented in, jagged edges spreading from the center of the pit. An elder man stepped forward and looked down at the child. He knelt down next to her as his eyes searched the child's face. Shaking his head, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Are we sure this is a child? She looks- are we sure she isn't some kind of doll? She doesn't seem to be breathing."

The man brought a hand up to brush the back of his knuckles along the girl's right cheek. Her left was pressed against the ground, her body laying in a fetal position on the ground. At his touch, she stirred. The man gasped and nearly fell backwards in surprise before quickly standing.

"She- It's as cold as ice. This is one of them. It's alive. It's a storm cursed!"

The rest of the group quickly started backing away from the child, their eyes wide and full of fright. Ceren slowly blinked her eyes open to reveal black irises, the edges rimmed in silver. She furrowed her brows in question as she looked up at the group surrounding her. Her breath hitched when she realized she had passed out in the middle of the square. Again. The poor thing hadn't eaten in days and her entire body was weakened from the lack of nutrition. Slowly sitting up and sitting back on her legs, she whimpered to the group and held out a hand.

"Please, I beg of you...Spare a bit of food? A slice of bread? Please, I'm so hungry..."

The man that had touched her scoffed, shaking his head. He held his arms back as if to shield the others from the child.

"You are an abomination! You are not worthy of our help. Be gone, demon!"

His voice growled, low in his throat as he pointed to somewhere to the right of him. His face suddenly held anger and his face had turned red.

"Be gone!"

With another whimper, the pre-teen weakly scrambled to her feet and rose to a standing position. She looked around at the group who was shunning her, their faces mixed with fright and disgust. Tears hit her face as she ran off. Her stomach grumbled loudly in protest, but she wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop, less this group attack her like the last. Her tongue ran over her chapped lips as her ragged breath tried to keep up with her running pace.

It didn't take long for the girl to find an empty cave, just under a large, obviously dying tree. Her tattered dress hung in pieces on her, the white smeared with dirt and blood. With another whimper, she brought her legs to her chest and laid back down in a fetal position. Maybe if she just slept, all the bad would go away, her hunger would cease, her thirst would be gone. Just maybe.

The dream suddenly changed to reveal a set of green eyes, almost the color of the sea. The first person to be kind to her since the storm cursed her.

The young man with eyes of a green she'd never seen before approached her, his hand pressing against her cheek. Ceren cried put softly at the pain. Her newly turned skin was sensitive to the touch and a crack appeared. She didn't understand why this young boy touched her, but something about him set her mind and body at ease. Soon she felt a familiar surge of magic and her face was healed. Where there had been tears, a small smile stretched across her face.

"I'm Ergen."

"I'm Ceren. You aren't afraid of me?"

"No. Why would I be?"

"I'm cursed from the storm..."

"Why would I care about that?"

Before she could even react in amazement at this young boy, she was thrown back against the wall and the air splintered her left arm and hand. The pain was excruciating. While bits of her porcelain skin flew away, the gust tossed her far away from the young boy. She cradled her arm to her chest as she ran, faster than she had ever run before. Back to her cave, her little hideout from the world. The cracks in her arm and hand almost threatened to sever the bone. Thankfully her skin was tougher than most, and she wouldn't lose the limb.

And yet, even in her misery, all she could see were deep, sea green eyes...

Waking with a start, black eyes worriedly checked out her cave, only to soften when she realized it was just a dream. The young woman let out a breath and slowly sat up to a sitting position. Her right hand came up to brush the sleep from her eyes before running her fingers through her matted silver hair. She would have to find a pool of water soon to wash off. Her stomach grumbled loudly, stealing her from her thoughts. Ceren let out a sigh and looked back at the rations she had managed to scour up. A loaf of stale bread that had been tossed out, the edges molding; something that resembled a tomato, but was also rotting. Good thing her stomach had grown accustomed to the food and she no longer became dreadfully ill.

She reached over and grabbed the loaf of bread before biting into it. It had taken her many days to find something of this nature, and she was going to savor it. And yet, it wasn't the bread that brought a smile to her face. The vision of those green eyes floated across her memory. The first and last person to show her anything resembling kindness. Maybe they'd meet again someday. Shaking the thought away, she went back to eating her stale bread, her hunger slowly being sated. For the moment.

The Nameless City

Dollface

• Name: Ceren
• Age: Twenty-three
• Description: Standing at a small five-foot-one, Ceren is petite and stature and appears extremely fragile and doll-like. Her skin is as pale as porcelain, her eyes as dark as the fading moon, and her hair as bright as the pure fallen snow. She has a lean build and not muscular at all. She has a few places on her body that resemble spider veins, the lines black and jaded.

• Is your character cursed? Were they storm touched or generational storm touched? Ceren has been storm touched and cursed to resemble a porcelain doll. Her skin is as pale, but not exactly as tough as porcelain. Any rough touch results in spider veins lanced about her body circling a small dark patch of skin.

• What ring does your character come from? Ceren comes from the lost fifth ring, but has been outcasted and shamed due to being storm cursed.

• Active Role: While she has lived a life of solitude and poverty, she has a strong yearning to rage against the current goings on in the world. She wishes to be a part of the revolution, but as she is feared by many, she has a very strong feeling that she will be outcasted by the group as well. Yet they will not stop her from standing up for what she believes is right.

• Biography: Born to Destiny and Myrel, Ceren grew up a normal only child in the fifth ring. Her parents were part of the revolution from almost the very beginning, and always pushed their daughter to believe in the underdogs and to always stand up for what was right. That urge was instilled in her from a very young age and it carries with her to this very day. When the storm came for their ring, her parents died trying to protect her. Her mother shielded her, protecting her child's life. But, that didn't stop the storm from laying a curse on the young girl. From the very moment her curse took it's hold, she has been an outcast and living alone and on scraps that she has been able to find. She believes in the work her parents put into the revolution, and is bound and determined to live out their legacy.

The Nameless City

Dollface

• Name: Ceren
• Age: Twenty-three
• Description: Standing at a small five-foot-one, Ceren is petite and stature and appears extremely fragile and doll-like. Her skin is as pale as porcelain, her eyes as dark as the fading moon, and her hair as bright as the pure fallen snow. She has a lean build and not muscular at all. She has a few places on her body that resemble spider veins, the lines black and jaded.

• Is your character cursed? Were they storm touched or generational storm touched? Ceren has been storm touched and cursed to resemble a porcelain doll. Her skin is as pale, but not exactly as tough as porcelain. Any rough touch results in spider veins lanced about her body circling a small dark patch of skin.

• What ring does your character come from? Ceren comes from the lost fifth ring, but has been outcasted and shamed due to being storm cursed.

• Active Role: While she has lived a life of solitude and poverty, she has a strong yearning to rage against the current goings on in the world. She wishes to be a part of the revolution, but as she is feared by many, she has a very strong feeling that she will be outcasted by the group as well. Yet they will not stop her from standing up for what she believes is right.

• Biography: Born to Destiny and Myrel, Ceren grew up a normal only child in the fifth ring. Her parents were part of the revolution from almost the very beginning, and always pushed their daughter to believe in the underdogs and to always stand up for what was right. That urge was instilled in her from a very young age and it carries with her to this very day. When the storm came for their ring, her parents died trying to protect her. Her mother shielded her, protecting her child's life. But, that didn't stop the storm from laying a curse on the young girl. From the very moment her curse took it's hold, she has been an outcast and living alone and on scraps that she has been able to find. She believes in the work her parents put into the revolution, and is bound and determined to live out their legacy.

Hope for a Dying World

Interested

The Council of Night

Skinwalker

Name: Cameron Monzel

Gender: Female

Species: Skinwalker

Abilities/Magic: A local witch with the ability to shapeshift into any animal at will. However, if she chooses to shift into a human, she must take a lock of hair from the original. Cameron then has the ability to change shape and walk the Earth looking like a normal human being. Her eyes are the only give away, as they shine brightly in front of a camera. If she needs to shed the identity of the human, it usually leaves a giant puddle of melted skin in her wake.

Skills: Has the ability to retain all the memories of the human being she is wearing, knows all their languages. When changing to an animal, is able to use all of their skills and defenses.

Weaknesses: Bright eyes with a camera, can only retain the skin she is wearing for a few hours. If injured, her blood is black instead of red.

Personality Traits: Reserved but easily provoked. Spiteful. Vindictive.

Backstory: Born Cameron Monzel, an ordinary witch in a small coven, she grew up wanting to be the best. Instead, her older brother was the one to watch. He was adored and loved by all who met him and was destined to be the next leader of their coven. Cameron despised all of the attention that he was getting; she was the better witch and she wanted all the power to herself.

At the tender age of fifteen, she set out to prove herself to be the best. She successfully cursed her brother, causing him to be near death. Instead of the praise she thought she would get for how strong her powers were, she was exiled from the coven. Left alone as a young woman with no coven to protect her, she plotted her revenge. She waited until her brother slowly healed from her curse before one night sneaking into the coven. There, she crept into her brother's bedroom and slashed his throat. Cameron watched him bleed out, unable to scream for help.

Something changed in her that night. A searing pain entered her body as she morphed into a creature of legend. Her bright blue eyes changed into piercing red ones, her body soon developing silky feathers over every inch except her face. Ashamed of her new identity, Cameron stole away into the night and lived a solitary life.

It wasn't until she was near the year one hundred in age that she was approached to join the Council of Night. They needed a monster of each legend to join, and as far as Cameron was concerned, she was the only skinwalker in the area that she knew of. Tired of being alone and desperately needing a new coven, she accepted the offer.

Heroes of Virtue ~ The Interest Check

Reika

"A domesticated girl, that's all you ask of me
Darling, it is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon's awake now, with eyes wide open
My body's craving, so feed the hungry"

Name: Reika

Age: Twenty-one

Gender: Female

Appearance: In normal form, stands at a mere five foot one and has a slender build. She has dingy brown hair and bright orange eyes that can pierce your soul. Freckles are speckled all over her pale nose and face, creating the illusion that she is much younger than she appears. In wolf form, her coat is pure white speckles with black streaks. Her paws and tail are a dark gray in color.

Reika wears comfortable clothes, usually a simple tunic and a pair of breeches, items that she can easily hide or carry. She becomes nude when she shifts into a wolf, and shifts back. A red, hooded cloak is usually hidden with her belongings as well.

Personality: Although part of her is a pack animal, Reika has been on her own for many years, so therefore is very solitary in nature. She tends to stay to herself and is reserved, but once she becomes comfortable with another being her entire personality changes. Reika will become loving and clingy and fiercely protective of those closest to her. She is extremely loyal. In the face of danger, you will never find somebody as calm and courageous. She will gladly go to all ends of the world to protect those she cares about.

Most Prominent Virtue: Fortitude

Skills/Abilities: Can shapeshift into a wolf. Once transformed, has all the abilities and skills of a normal wolf. In her natural form, she has not been able to transform into any other animal, but has found that she is extremely good at mocking the noises of any animal known.

Weaknesses: Is totally and completely vulnerable as a basic human in her natural form. Is not a fighter despite her courageous nature. Does not know hand to hand combat and is not skilled in the use of a weapon.

Goals(besides saving the world): Learning how to shapeshift into any other animal, becoming skilled in combat, finding other shapeshifters like herself.

Fears: Being hunted and slayed as wolves are seen as ferocious enemies to the land. And, although she is solitary at first, she does have a fear of being forgotten. Also fears not being strong enough to protect anybody that is near to her.

What did you think about the dream/the world's manifestation of herself? Did you think you were dreaming?: Reika definitely thought it was all one big joke. How could a small being such as herself save the world? Though, as she thought about it, she knew that it was something she had to be a part of. If the world needed protecting, she would gladly step into the line of fire for it. Innocent people are worth protecting.

Why do you want to save the world? Money, Fame, Just General Good Will?: Reika just wants to be someone bigger than herself. Wants to be a part of something that is grand in scale, that she can pass on to other shapeshifters.

The Council of Night

Skinwalker

Name: Cameron Monzel

Gender: Female

Species: Skinwalker

Abilities/Magic: A local witch with the ability to shapeshift into any animal at will. However, if she chooses to shift into a human, she must take a lock of hair from the original. Cameron then has the ability to change shape and walk the Earth looking like a normal human being. Her eyes are the only give away, as they shine brightly in front of a camera. If she needs to shed the identity of the human, it usually leaves a giant puddle of melted skin in her wake.

Skills: Has the ability to retain all the memories of the human being she is wearing, knows all their languages. When changing to an animal, is able to use all of their skills and defenses.

Weaknesses: Bright eyes with a camera, can only retain the skin she is wearing for a few hours. If injured, her blood is black instead of red.

Personality Traits: Reserved but easily provoked. Spiteful. Vindictive.

Backstory: Born Cameron Monzel, an ordinary witch in a small coven, she grew up wanting to be the best. Instead, her older brother was the one to watch. He was adored and loved by all who met him and was destined to be the next leader of their coven. Cameron despised all of the attention that he was getting; she was the better witch and she wanted all the power to herself.

At the tender age of fifteen, she set out to prove herself to be the best. She successfully cursed her brother, causing him to be near death. Instead of the praise she thought she would get for how strong her powers were, she was exiled from the coven. Left alone as a young woman with no coven to protect her, she plotted her revenge. She waited until her brother slowly healed from her curse before one night sneaking into the coven. There, she crept into her brother's bedroom and slashed his throat. Cameron watched him bleed out, unable to scream for help.

Something changed in her that night. A searing pain entered her body as she morphed into a creature of legend. Her bright blue eyes changed into piercing red ones, her body soon developing silky feathers over every inch except her face. Ashamed of her new identity, Cameron stole away into the night and lived a solitary life.

It wasn't until she was near the year one hundred in age that she was approached to join the Council of Night. They needed a monster of each legend to join, and as far as Cameron was concerned, she was the only skinwalker in the area that she knew of. Tired of being alone and desperately needing a new coven, she accepted the offer.

REZORT: VACATION FROM HELL

Delaney Barlowe

D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E
D E L A N E Y B A R L O W E

^{Twenty-seven | Female |Emergency Department Physician}

A P P E A R A N C E
A P P E A R A N C E

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Standing at a reasonable five foot five, Delaney has long blonde hair that falls to her mid-back. She has piercing blue eyes that off set her tanned skin. Her body is slim and toned, not overly athletic but definitely works out to maintain her figure. She is usually always dressed in comfortable clothing, yet will always splurge on a dress if it's a special occasion.

P E R S O N A L I T Y
P E R S O N A L I T Y

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Delaney is always the first to laugh at a joke, or make one to calm a tense situation. She is only truly serious when it comes to her work, but even then she's seen making hand balloons out of gloves for the children. Making friends comes easy to her as she is very easy-going and sociable. She loves a good time and enjoys her tequila shots, usually partying til the wee hours of the morning when she isn't on call. As her mother's side is Italian, Delaney can be loud, obnoxious, and always speaks with her hands. As her job demands it, she is always the calm in the storm and can take on a leadership role when necessary.

B I O G R A P H Y
B I O G R A P H Y

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Growing up in the pacific Northwest, Delaney is the only child to Emme and Grant Barlowe. She grew up in a relatively small town that hardly ever saw a sunny day. Her parents were well off, her mother being a Chemistry professor at the local community college and her father a beloved Pediatrician. Delaney did not want for anything and just flowed through life without a care in the world.

Everything changed when she was fifteen years old. Her adored father was killed in a drunk driving accident and life seemed to fall apart at the seams. Her mother never recovered from the loss and had a mental breakdown, leaving Delaney to move in with her party hungry, twenty one year old aunt Sadie. The two had to learn how to grow up together and it often found Delaney doing odd side jobs to help her aunt pay for bills.

Unbeknownst to her, at the age of eighteen Delaney was awarded a trust-fund that her parents had created for her college education. She quickly decided to go to medical school and after her preliminaries was accepted into Stanford Medical. After completing her schooling she was accepted into residency at Mayo Clinic in Minnesota. There is where she stayed on and accepted a prestigious role in their emergency department.

Today she resides in Rochester, Minnesota in a comfortable bungalow, alone and without any worries. After several years of working, she has decided to use some of her earnings and trust-fund to vacation in the sun.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S
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Color: Teal
Face Claim: Jennifer Lawrence

@Vanny

Heroes of Virtue ~ The Interest Check

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Cool, great to have you on board! :)

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It's more like they have one specific virtue that they've used/developed even more than all the other virtues they have, and fortunately, it's something that could be used to keep them and their party going on their quest to save the world, as well as helping them give hope back to the people around them(and it doesn't even have to be a civilian; it could be an enemy/antagonist, if you're clever enough!). It's something useful for that whole thing like bravery, trust, or love, and not "showing up early to things" or "knowing how to spend money wisely", if you catch my drift! xD

@deadpixel101 @LuckyBlackCat

Okay, everyone, two questions:

1. Do you want a CS now or later? Having it now will help you all start to think about your characters ahead of time, while having it later will help anyone who joins after you guys(and before I make the OOC) have more room to ask questions about shit like the lore, without the pressure of making a character immediately after they read the IC pitch. Then again, I'm not exactly in a rush for you guys to make characters, so I don't know.

2. Should I make a Discord where you guys can talk amongst yourselves about character ideas and maybe come up with ideas about this world's lore/places/NPCs related to your characters, or do you all think that the IC/eventual OOC will be enough for that?

@Dragonfly 9

To me personally, I always find Discords really helpful. And a CS now would help me to understand what all you're looking for in your characters.