Wind Wild

Wayward

I agree with Divinity, I'm far more used to 3rd but as you know I'm willing to experiment. I'd have a lot more to write about if I'm concentrating on his inner world, just hope it doesn't get too annoyingly grim because I have the feeling he will be for the most part.

Wayward

2) Don't fight OOC, I will kick you the hell out of here. Don't do it.

Solekii

RP it's not my place to tell you what to do but please respect the GM. You're here on their terms and Solekii has asked you politely to revise the cs, even given you ideas and pointers how to fix them. Like it or leave it, it isn't your place to argue that everything is perfect if the person who knows what the story is about tells you it isnt.

Wayward

Daniel: Not more animals!!! D:

Lol I can't wait to start either. It'll be fun for everyone to meet. And poor Carter, I almost feel sorry for him. XD

Also I really hope wolf/wild dog packs are scared of Darren on sight cuz everyone would be utterly screwed if they depend on him for protection. XD

Wayward

Name: Daniel Kiefer

Age: 20

Gender/Sex: Male

Sexuality: Unknown

Species: Demon

Eye type: Golden yellow.

Curse: Daniel is forced to experience the emotions of anyone around him on top of his own. It's a constant process like tuning in to a radio channel. To make matters worse, for whatever reason not all songs are played at the same volume and similarly, some emotions hit him harder than others. It doesn't matter who the person is or whether they're even a person, in fact the strong and simple emotions of animals affect him even more, leading him to dislike most creatures.

Daniel is unable to stop the process but he can at least partially control it. If you get on his bad side he just might overcome his natural pacifism and make you feel what he does.

General Appearance: Daniel is a tall and lanky young man with a handsome face that often bears a frown of some sort. His bright eyes stand out against his dark hair, their unnatural colour sometimes giving him an unintentionally dangerous appearance. This is only enhanced by the pointy ears, long nails and the sharp fangs, littering his mouth. His curse has largely erased his desire to try and look good or even presentable and he often forgets to shave.

His once proud posture was melted away since he was cursed, leaving him stumped up and miserable-looking more often than not. His muscles have also melted away, giving him a fragile and almost malnourished appearance.

He's not picky about his clothes and usually wears whatever he can get from the least busy shops in town. If given the opportunity he'd be choosing nice-fitting dark jeans, t-shirts with a print on and a shirt or denim jacket on top, depending on the weather. He usually buys two sets of clothes and alternates between them until they're completely torn apart, at which point he'd replace them.

Personality: Before he was cursed four years ago, Daniel was an energetic and easygoing boy, exploring the world with the vigour and curiosity of youth. Charismatic by nature, he didn't lack friends but doesn't seem to have anyone close at the moment.

Daniel barely remembers what it felt like to be “normal”. He is quite literally a shadow of his former self, a broken individual who tries his best to hold onto the remains of the identity he feels was ripped away from him by the angel who cursed him. His checked red shirt is a remembrance of that past and he displays a very odd attachment to it. He's since become very fidgety and jumpy, emotionally unstable more often than not. Almost every emotion seems to be amplified fivefold, sometimes leaving him a crying and whimpering mess. Embarrassment soon follows, sealing his lips and making him quiet and distant.

Special Object: It's the checked shirt that he seems most attached to, and which he refuses to throw away. It's colours are faded and rips can be seen at the hems and sleeves and the fabric seems thin and ready to break at the elbows. Still, it seems to mean a lot to Daniel and he wears it almost exclusively unless he needs to be presentable for whatever reason.

History: Daniel doesn't talk openly about his past and despite the fact that he's told it to a few individuals along the way, his name doesn't ring a bell for most people. What he openly admits is that his curse was largely his own fault and that there must be something inherently wrong with him. In the rare cases when he feels like discussing his past regret tinges his words, leading people to believe that whatever happened has left Daniel bitter and mad at both himself and the rest of the world.

Daniel realises he'd been given a pretty decent chance at life where he didn't have to worry about much as a teenager. A chance he blew or someone else blew for him.

Companions: None.

Why do we meet up?

He's heard Edgar was a scientist looking for a cure for demons and immediately started asking around, eventually managing to find the man.

Other:

- Was actually quite confident before his curse.
- Doesn't like talking about romance or sex.
- Despite everything he doesn't mind being touched.
- Is fiercely protective of his checked shirt.

Wayward

Name: Daniel Kiefer

Age: 20

Gender/Sex: Male

Sexuality: Unknown

Species: Demon

Eye type: Golden yellow.

Curse: Daniel is forced to experience the emotions of anyone around him on top of his own. It's a constant process like tuning in to a radio channel. To make matters worse, for whatever reason not all songs are played at the same volume and similarly, some emotions hit him harder than others. It doesn't matter who the person is or whether they're even a person, in fact the strong and simple emotions of animals affect him even more, leading him to dislike most creatures.

Daniel is unable to stop the process but he can at least partially control it. If you get on his bad side he just might overcome his natural pacifism and make you feel what he does.

General Appearance: Daniel is a tall and lanky young man with a handsome face that often bears a frown of some sort. His bright eyes stand out against his dark hair, their unnatural colour sometimes giving him an unintentionally dangerous appearance. This is only enhanced by the pointy ears, long nails and the sharp fangs, littering his mouth. His curse has largely erased his desire to try and look good or even presentable and he often forgets to shave.

His once proud posture was melted away since he was cursed, leaving him stumped up and miserable-looking more often than not. His muscles have also melted away, giving him a fragile and almost malnourished appearance.

He's not picky about his clothes and usually wears whatever he can get from the least busy shops in town. If given the opportunity he'd be choosing nice-fitting dark jeans, t-shirts with a print on and a shirt or denim jacket on top, depending on the weather. He usually buys two sets of clothes and alternates between them until they're completely torn apart, at which point he'd replace them.

Personality: Before he was cursed four years ago, Daniel was an energetic and easygoing boy, exploring the world with the vigour and curiosity of youth. Charismatic by nature, he didn't lack friends but doesn't seem to have anyone close at the moment.

Daniel barely remembers what it felt like to be “normal”. He is quite literally a shadow of his former self, a broken individual who tries his best to hold onto the remains of the identity he feels was ripped away from him by the angel who cursed him. His checked red shirt is a remembrance of that past and he displays a very odd attachment to it. He's since become very fidgety and jumpy, emotionally unstable more often than not. Almost every emotion seems to be amplified fivefold, sometimes leaving him a crying and whimpering mess. Embarrassment soon follows, sealing his lips and making him quiet and distant.

Special Object: It's the checked shirt that he seems most attached to, and which he refuses to throw away. It's colours are faded and rips can be seen at the hems and sleeves and the fabric seems thin and ready to break at the elbows. Still, it seems to mean a lot to Daniel and he wears it almost exclusively unless he needs to be presentable for whatever reason.

History: Daniel doesn't talk openly about his past and despite the fact that he's told it to a few individuals along the way, his name doesn't ring a bell for most people. What he openly admits is that his curse was largely his own fault and that there must be something inherently wrong with him. In the rare cases when he feels like discussing his past regret tinges his words, leading people to believe that whatever happened has left Daniel bitter and mad at both himself and the rest of the world.

Daniel realises he'd been given a pretty decent chance at life where he didn't have to worry about much as a teenager. A chance he blew or someone else blew for him.

Companions: None.

Why do we meet up?

He's heard Edgar was a scientist looking for a cure for demons and immediately started asking around, eventually managing to find the man.

Other:

- Was actually quite confident before his curse.
- Doesn't like talking about romance or sex.
- Despite everything he doesn't mind being touched.
- Is fiercely protective of his checked shirt.

Essence of the World: The Mending

Ok that's great.

Everyone, because there are so many inactive characters in the Character section, I see no way around it but to be the one to post and update characters in the very first post. Thus, please paste the coded CSes under your respective names here. Hope to have everything sorted and settled soon. :)

Essence of the World: The Mending

Fenrir was finally done with his little horde of demons. More than a dozen bodies littered the ground, gashes painting the grey skin red in various places. Some were missing fingers, some were missing arms, some were just missing the blood that had cruised their veins minutes ago. Karnage had left him to deal with the pests and disappeared off to somewhere without much explanation. He doesn't seem to like me much. Fen thought with little surprise as he was wiping the blood off his knives. Nothing worse than a sticky crust preventing you from pulling your weapon out in the crucial moment.

Are you going to reassemble me eventually? A sarcastic voice sounded in his head. I will. He responded distantly but made no move to recover Elah. Something else had grasped his attention. It was warm and wet. One of the little demons had pulled his shoe off in an attempt to get at his feet. It had bitten right through the shoe laces. Had that proven the presence or the lack of any intelligence? Interesting. But what was more relevant at the moment was that the same demon's blood was slowly soaking his sock and engulfing his toes in a peculiar warmth.

Fen peeled his eyes off the red substance and went to the dismembered parts of Elah. For a few moments he was fidgeting with the gun, assembling it, then making sure it worked properly.

Why won't you shoot anything inanimate or dead? He asked as he pulled the trigger on one of the corpses in front of him and nothing happened.

It strikes me as incredibly pointless. The Instrument responded and they both went quiet.

Well, Fen knew the value of dead things. After he'd secured his weapons and retrieved his boot, his hand found itself fishing around one of the small pockets right next to the zip of his hoodie. Two little yellow pills and a grey one. The yellow ones immediately found their way to his mouth, but he didn't swallow. Instead he held them under his tongue as he picked up the lifeless leg of one of the demons, stepping on the body to keep it down. He pulled and a wet crack filled the room. The joint had given way but the limb refused to rip that easily. The pills' grainy substance was slowly dissolving in his mouth, the first tingles of the chemical taste reaching his senses. It sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine and increased his haste. With a swift pull and a heavy stomp closer to the joint, the flesh ripped and the leg came off, blood staining Fen's trouser and hoodie. Blood that shouldn't be wasted.

The heart was no longer beating so the blood couldn't flow quite as he'd like but there was plenty left in the femoral artery for a few small sips. Positioning himself comfortably against the wall, Fen took the final grey pill and washed the lot of them down his throat with some lukewarm blood. The metallic and the salty chemical ones mixed together and poisoned his senses. The dealer hadn't told him much about the drug, and Fen hadn't asked. He was just told to take a yellow and grey pill together, one yellow to induce the sweet narcosis and one grey to keep his body from acting out during the trip. What Fen had later found worked much much better, was using two of the yellow ones, and, well... what to wash them down with. The results of his little experiments were truly marvellous and as the world transformed around him, Fen rested his head against the wall and smiled.

Essence of the World: The Mending

Roger.

Wayward --Interest Check

Nobody else?

Wayward --Interest Check

I'm in but you knew that already. :P