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8 yrs ago
Current Guys I'm boreddd
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8 yrs ago
Waiting for my class to start....so boringgg!
8 yrs ago
Classes start tomorrow for me...granted it's just one class...but still.
8 yrs ago
I really want to do a post apocalypticstyle/war rp. Like fighting to stay alive. I want to ...like...really bad.
8 yrs ago
Right. Tally-ho then.

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Hi all! Unfallenangel here and I am up for just about anything! I am a pretty easy going girl in the EST zone. I love fantasy, vampires, werewolves, dragons, etc. But I also love mythology, slice of life roleplays, and really anything else. I am not too much a fan of horror and gore or zombies.

I work full time and am also going to college part time. I am on most evenings because I get bored! Just shoot me a PM if you want to RP together, or even just chat! I love chatting and meeting new people!

Thanks for stopping by! <3

~UA

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And so it begins... *dramatic music*
How are we doing the team things? Is it like we meet as a group and do exercises that have be predetermined by Latour and Bao?
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Should have a post up as soon as my writers block goes away!
GRACE POTTER

LOCATION: The basement lounge
Interaction: @sirena (ALEX) @Damo021 (Aaliyah)


Grace watched with a fixed curiosity as the Professor talked Loki and Taylor gripped his scruff, fighting the terrified panther to the ground. The next thing that happened nearly made Grace vomit. The way the bones contorted and stuck out as Loki tried to shift back to a human and the loud cracking noise as they shifted back and forth. With a sudden jolt, the panther seemed to reappear and collapse onto the ground, unconscious.

Thinking that someone should check on Sophie after this entire fiasco, Grace turned to the door in time to see Raylan duck out. She cocked her head to the side and wondered where he was sneaking off to. Hearing Alex ask about the panther, Grace turned back to her and shook her head slightly. “Actually...That’s one of our classmates. His name is Loki and he shape shifts, for lack of a better word. He got freaked out by a fire and went completely feral. They were trying to stop him, and well, you saw how that panned out.”

With a small shrug, Grace turned to head out the door and nearly ran into Aaliyah. “Geez!” she said and jumped slightly when she noticed her. Laughing at herself, she smirked at the girl before her. “So, you missed a kick ass class today. It was a regular three ring circus, you should be jealous that you missed it. We had super strong man, two psychics, a shape shifter, bao the wind dancer and a few others.”

Grace turned back to Loki. “He got spooked and they tried to calm him down, but he got stuck mid shift. It was totally wicked and gruesome. I think the pain was too much and he passed out though,” she explained the situation to Aaliyah and pressed her back against the wall.

Taking one final look around the room, she took a step back and pulled the door open. “I’m going to head out. I’ve had enough fun today. You should check with the professor because he assigned teams,” she called as she headed back up to the ground level. Being inside alone was enough to make her itch with anxiety, but knowing that she was underground made it ten times worse. Outside was where she always wanted to be, it made her feel less caged in.

She made a pit stop by her room and grabbed her sketch pad and a few charcoal pieces before heading outside onto the grounds. Her spot was just outside the courtyard garden, in a tall oak tree. Spreading her wings around her, she pushed herself off the ground and up onto a large branch. Bracing her back against the large trunk, she pulled out her pad and took a deep breath, trying to figure out what she wanted to sketch.

It wasn’t hard for her to think of something. Grace let the charcoal glide across the page as she started with her idea. After a few moments, the image took shape. A terrified panther stood in the corner, his eyes flashing between fear and rage. She used the charcoal like a master, creating different dimensions on the page. Grace lost herself in her work, trying to figure out if she was happy with the way things had turned out for her so far or not.

Jo watched in awe as the two interacted and the king took Leon's hand in his. Jo couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat as Leon bowed his head to the king and express is gratitude. The entire crowd had fallen silent as they watched curiously.

Her heart jumped into her throat as Leon took a knee before her, holding out a ring. There were no words. Jo stood before Leon and everyone else completely speechless. Nodding slowly, she held out her hand to him. The king smiled down at them as Jo embraced Leon.

Finally, the gift of speech returned to her. "Of course I do, you silly little lion." She held him tightly, not ever wanting to let him go. The entire room erupted in cheers and Isabelle came running from her hiding place and embraced Jo's leg.

Laughing quietly, Jo wiped her eyes and picked up the little girl, holding her between herself and Leon. "Thank you, your majesty, for your kindness and understanding. This gift is far more than we deserve, but still know that it is the greatest gift I ever received." Jo bowed her head to the king and then looked up at leon once more.

"My little storm cloud, I do not believe I have ever seen you quite like this." She touched his long hair, running her fingers through it before touching his cheek. "You look so..." she was at a lose for words again. "Handsome," was as good a word as she could think of at the moment. Isabelle giggled and hugged Jo tightly. What ad once been a very bad situation, had turned into possibly the best moment of her life. Beaming, Jo took a moment to actually look around the room. It was nothing short of spectacular.
Jo opened her mouth to retort to the punishment god, but Leon covered her face with his hand just as a voice rang out and bright white light filled the room. Instinctively, Jo screwed her eyes shut and turned her face toward Leon, the punishment god all but forgotten.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into a pair of clear blue eyes and a stern but gentle face. Her hand flew up to her throat and she seemed to be at a loss for words. She placed her other hand over Leon's and bowed her head low.

"I am so sorry to intrude,"she said meekly. "I was afraid something bad was about to happen and, well.." Jo looked up into Leon's eyes and grinned, her heartbeat sped up as he smiled back. "I love him," she explained. "But you already knew that, didn't you?" Jo said softly, peeking up at the king through her lashes. She did not want to cause trouble for Leon. "I do not know your custom or laws, but I can't back down and let you kill Leon. I know I'm human now, but I was once a goddess. Doesnt that count for anything?" She asked, desperate to keep her fear and panic at bay.
Jo looked around in bewilderment as Isabelle dragged her from her paperwork and throught the mansion at a blistering pace. Leon's letter clutched firmly in her left hand as the little girl pulled her by her right. The entered the large golden doors and Jo was instantly blinded. She gripped Isabelle's hand tightly as the breath was forced from her lungs.

Suddenly there were people everywhere. Not people, but gods and goddesses. Jo looked over her shoulder as the small girl pulled her along at a blistering pace. Jo was awestruck at the beauty of everything. Isabelle stopped just outside a large room full of people and shouting could be heard from within.

Peeking through the window, she immediately found Leon. He was on trial! Her heart sank and she dropped to her knees. "This is my fault," she whispered and Isabelle hugged her neck. Jo returned the hug and stood back up as people began to shout hysterically. That's when she saw him.

It was Leon, only he didn't look like Leon. She had caught one singular word throughout the shouting. "Death." Panic washed through her as she looked at the orb in Leon's large hand and without thinking, Jo pushed open the double doors with a loud crash. Isabelle shouted after her, but Jo could no longer hear anything.

"Leon." It was all she had to say. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at no one but her god before her. People shouted and turned to her, shocked, but she heard nothing. Jo ran to him and embraced him."Leon," she said again.

It was the only thing she could think to say. If they were going to put him to death, then they might as well kill her too. It would be less painful that way. Knowing she was insignificant, she wiped her tears and smiled up at him. Then she turned to face the man questioning Leon and the rest of the crowd, keeping him behind her as if protecting him.

"This is absurd. If you are going to kill him." Her voice rang out around the hall, defiant. "Then you will have to kill me too. To take him away from me, that would be a fate worse than death. This trial is ridiculous. Where is the king? Why doesn't he stand trial before him? After all, isn't everything in his plan?" Her chin rose up as she spoke, showing no fear. Jo turned her gaze back to the lion behind her. "I missed you too much to wait another day," she explained and winked at Isabelle still standing in the doorway. Her small mouth was in the shape of an 'o' as she watched Jo stand off against one of the punishment gods.
No issue! Thanks for telling me! Have fun with them!
GRACE POTTER

LOCATION: The basement lounge


Looking over her shoulder, Grace grinned at Bao and couldn’t help but laugh. Of course Professor Latour would pair the two air powers together. Maybe this would mean she could finally start getting a handle on her powers and not letting them get the best of her when she got angry. The teams were actually the way she had predicted they would be. As she sat lost in her own world of thoughts, a few other mutants stood and showed their powers.

Sophie was last. Grace knew about Sophie’s power and it didn’t frighten her as much as it had at first. She gripped her hands together in her lap as she watched Sophie enter the range and set the place ablaze. The flames were nothing short of spectacular as they danced around the range, engulfing everything in their path.

There was a flurry of motion in the corner that caught Grace’s attention. She cut her eyes to the side just as the gruesome sounds of bones being crushed and reformed filled the air. Where the guy that called himself Loki once stood was a frightened black panther. Grace flinched at the sight of his wild eyes and the way his ears flicked back in anxious fear. Taylor and Katherine approached cautiously, trying to calm the frightened beast, while the smaller girl, Dani, stared at him with a concentrated look, her brows furrowed.

A young woman with long brown hair rushed into the room, running late for the meeting. She stopped in front of the professor and stammered an apology as the rest of the students looked between her and the large cat cowering in the corner. Grace could almost feel his fear, and she couldn’t help but feel for him.

Standing slowly and taking a small step toward the door, she couldn’t help but feel her palms start to sweat. She wished she was the type to try and help calm him down, but she couldn’t find the words. She had trouble talking to people on a normal basis, let alone when they were panthers that could jump and slice her throat in a second. The growing feeling of unease crept into her stomach as she watched the scene unfold. Maybe it was because she had never seen anything like it before, or maybe it was the mutant part of her that feared him so. Birds were always fearful of the agile cats that preyed on them.

Grace watched as Katherine crouched down in front of the panther and spoke in an authoritative tone. Curiosity kept her from bolting out the door and slamming it behind her. She wanted to see how all of this panned out. With nervous eyes, she glanced around the room, searching for Professor Latour.

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