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Hope my post is okay with everyone. Sorry it's not longer, I'm having a rough morning... almost as rough as Jeff's.
Jeff sat straight up with a start, gasping as if in shock. Dahlia's gentle knock on his door had startled him from his dreams. Jeff was always like that on the surface, he never wanted to be caught off guard. His head was ringing, and his body ached. It took Jeff a moment to realize where he was, and what that gentle reminder to wake up was all about. 'Dahlia, no doubt.' He thought, with great effort. As he yawned and stretched, he realized his body was hurting more than usual, he suddenly remembered the previous night and all he had been through. With two fingers he reached up to touch the tender flesh under his right eye, it was still swollen.
Jeff grunted his displeasure, "I suppose there's no hiding it now." He muttered resignedly under his breath. He heard another slight knock at the door, and halfheartedly responded "Be out in a moment," while staring down at his feet. Jeff was not a morning person to begin with, but lately he had been moonlighting to gather information; he didn't want anyone to know until he had what they needed though. He knew the group would not approve of his actions, but he also knew that is needed to be done and that he was the one most likely to succeed.
Jeff did shook off his cloud of thoughts, as best he could, and got out of his bed. This bed was little more than a gym mat in the corner of the room. Quickly he dressed himself, the usual dark jeans and black button up shirt, leaving his long black coat hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Finally Jeff came out into the hall, rolling up his sleeves past his elbows as he did so, only to find it vacant. He glanced back in forth in confusion a moment before heading out to the balcony, as Dahlia liked to call it, which Jeff realized was actually a fire escape; though it may as well have been a balcony, as he was certain the lower sections would fall apart if anyone actually tried to use it.
Sticking his head out the window, Jeff immediately groaned and squinted against the overwhelming sunlight. With incredible speed he had his shades out, and on his face. "Morning, Doll." He said casually, while checking the landscape below them. He didn't see anything suspicious, or even interesting for that matter, so he turned his attention to Dahlia; looking up at her with a slight grin. "I take it everyone else was up and out of here before us, as usual?" He snickered slightly. Jeff was pleased to have someone in their group who was more like him: quiet, caring, passionate, and more of an evening person. It made the surface a little more bearable. As they have become such good friends over the months, Jeff grew to be concerned for her well being however. The mundanes had nearly pushed him to his breaking point already, he would hate to see Dahlia lose her innocent sweetness to the surface world.
Jeff grunted his displeasure, "I suppose there's no hiding it now." He muttered resignedly under his breath. He heard another slight knock at the door, and halfheartedly responded "Be out in a moment," while staring down at his feet. Jeff was not a morning person to begin with, but lately he had been moonlighting to gather information; he didn't want anyone to know until he had what they needed though. He knew the group would not approve of his actions, but he also knew that is needed to be done and that he was the one most likely to succeed.
Jeff did shook off his cloud of thoughts, as best he could, and got out of his bed. This bed was little more than a gym mat in the corner of the room. Quickly he dressed himself, the usual dark jeans and black button up shirt, leaving his long black coat hanging on the back of his bedroom door. Finally Jeff came out into the hall, rolling up his sleeves past his elbows as he did so, only to find it vacant. He glanced back in forth in confusion a moment before heading out to the balcony, as Dahlia liked to call it, which Jeff realized was actually a fire escape; though it may as well have been a balcony, as he was certain the lower sections would fall apart if anyone actually tried to use it.
Sticking his head out the window, Jeff immediately groaned and squinted against the overwhelming sunlight. With incredible speed he had his shades out, and on his face. "Morning, Doll." He said casually, while checking the landscape below them. He didn't see anything suspicious, or even interesting for that matter, so he turned his attention to Dahlia; looking up at her with a slight grin. "I take it everyone else was up and out of here before us, as usual?" He snickered slightly. Jeff was pleased to have someone in their group who was more like him: quiet, caring, passionate, and more of an evening person. It made the surface a little more bearable. As they have become such good friends over the months, Jeff grew to be concerned for her well being however. The mundanes had nearly pushed him to his breaking point already, he would hate to see Dahlia lose her innocent sweetness to the surface world.
There are some really interesting characters being added here. I'm looking forward to this.
Awesome, Thanks.
I have edited my CS to be in line with the new information you gave me. Let me know if anything further is needed.
I have edited my CS to be in line with the new information you gave me. Let me know if anything further is needed.
Name: Jeff Draken
Age: 25
Appearance:
Personality: A natural leader, though reluctant to take responsibility, Jeff is intelligent and strategic in all he does. His biggest downfall is his pride and inability to trust, or even confide in, anyone. Though he is capable of faking pleasantries in short bursts of socializing, he tends to prefer being on his own.
History: Jeff had been raised by his older brother, Mark, who would often go to the surface to salvage what they needed to survive. Though Mark always scolded him, Jeff would often tail him on the surface to learn about the mundanes and how to get around without being seen. Mark left one night without a word, he went with the political group to try to change their way of life. He made a bold sacrifice and paid the ultimate price for it. Jeff, now alone, with no one to turn to closed himself off emotionally and began training his abilities. It wasn't long before he realized the true depth of power he had as on of the few Golden Uisilons; every day he worked hard to develop those skills. And, following in his brother's footsteps, he frequently made trips to the surface to replenish stocks (though he always did so in secret.)
Rank: Golden Uisilon
Power: Electrokinesis
Stance on whether or not to retaliate against the Mundanes(Reason Why): Jeff's official stance is that they are at war, and their survival depends on their willingness to overcome the mundanes by force. However, in practice, Jeff knows that many of the surface dwellers are innocent and even completely ignorant to the plight of the Uisilons. Like everything else, his stance is a cold shell on the exterior hiding the complex truth within.
Age: 25
Appearance:
Personality: A natural leader, though reluctant to take responsibility, Jeff is intelligent and strategic in all he does. His biggest downfall is his pride and inability to trust, or even confide in, anyone. Though he is capable of faking pleasantries in short bursts of socializing, he tends to prefer being on his own.
History: Jeff had been raised by his older brother, Mark, who would often go to the surface to salvage what they needed to survive. Though Mark always scolded him, Jeff would often tail him on the surface to learn about the mundanes and how to get around without being seen. Mark left one night without a word, he went with the political group to try to change their way of life. He made a bold sacrifice and paid the ultimate price for it. Jeff, now alone, with no one to turn to closed himself off emotionally and began training his abilities. It wasn't long before he realized the true depth of power he had as on of the few Golden Uisilons; every day he worked hard to develop those skills. And, following in his brother's footsteps, he frequently made trips to the surface to replenish stocks (though he always did so in secret.)
Rank: Golden Uisilon
Power: Electrokinesis
Stance on whether or not to retaliate against the Mundanes(Reason Why): Jeff's official stance is that they are at war, and their survival depends on their willingness to overcome the mundanes by force. However, in practice, Jeff knows that many of the surface dwellers are innocent and even completely ignorant to the plight of the Uisilons. Like everything else, his stance is a cold shell on the exterior hiding the complex truth within.
If I would like to join in, do I just post my proposed CS on the OOC thread?
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Surprisingly, this seems very intriguing to me. I would like to join you, whenever you begin.
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