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Streets on Fire (rehash)

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Streets on Fire (rehash)

Here's Deon! :)

Deon "Big Dog" Saunders

Deon Desmond Saunders

Alias/Nickname(s):

Big Dog, D, Big D, "OhDeonOhDeonOhDeonOhmygod!"

Age:

Twenty-four.

Gender:

"110% male, baby!"

Sexual Preference:

Heterosexual/straight "No fat chicks."

Appearance:

Though only 5'9" tall, Deon's makes up for his shorter stature by his one-hundred and eighty-five pounds of pure muscle, making him not only physically intimidating, but also powerful. A scar from the top-left, back portion of his head splits all the way down to his left eyebrow keeps Deon shaving the sides of his head since 1) hair refuses to grow around that area anyway and 2) the look makes him feel more bad ass. His skin, while tanned, holds a sort of dark pigmentation that still identifies him Caucasian, though perhaps a bit sickly looking, and dark. He's unafraid to show off his toned muscles all throughout his body. Physically, he knows he's attractive and doesn't hesitate to let other's know it. A small section on the left of his neck is permanently burned from an accident when he was just a small boy. He also has a wide variety of tattoos, the biggest one being a tribal sleeve piece that wraps around his entire left arm. Another being a self-administered scarified hand print to represent his ties and loyalty to the Amaranth Wolves.

Head scar and arm tattoo

Amaranth Wolves mark

Gang Affiliation:

"Amaranth Wolves, baby. Ain't nothing better!"

Personality:

Firstly, Deon is incredibly conceited and self-centered. His only priority is himself which he often-times refers to as "number one." He is boastful and cocky, and appears to believe himself invincible. He will stop at nothing to prove himself better than the rest in whatever he can, and when losing, he somehow twists his words to make himself the victor in one way or another. He doesn't know how to lose.

Fighting, whether it be verbal or physical, he is extremely cut-throat and merciless. He has killed only a handful of times over the years, but he shows no remorse in the lives he takes. He fights with a raw, animalistic rage that comes from the rage he keeps building inside, the only break to his human side being that he outwardly laughs at his pain, refusing to show any weakness. His reputation within the cage fighting community has instilled fear in others for facing the proverbial beast. It has been noted by many that a certain fire seems to light in his eyes when he has done a fight successfully and to his liking, or when he gets excited about the idea of being able to beat the living shit out of someone. This fire, coupled with a twisted, smug smile on his face, is a thirst for warfare that he simply gets drunk off of, and had become addicted to.

His hardened exterior can be chipped away, though, when a woman or two come into play, as he is a bit of a womanizer and has a pretty high sexual drive. He will, however, never put a woman on too high of a priority level, especially when his reputation is on the line of being a "bad boy."

When enticed, he can be quite charming and ever the smooth-talker. This, along with his bad boy nature, for some reason, always manages to have a handful of girls out for his attention and hanging off his arm. Though the fame might have something to do with it as well...

Brief History:

Born straight into a family in poverty as an accident, Deon was forced to start working at a very young age robbing him of any kind of childhood that he might of otherwise had. His father left as soon as he found out that his mother was pregnant with his little sister, and to this day has never seen or heard from the man again. Deon was only three when he left, resulting in not even a single memory of him. According to his mother, however, he was the spitting image of him and more times than not, she couldn't bring herself to even look at him.

He grew up a bastard messenger boy, delivering secret messages between various organizations that even in his young age, he could tell they were a bit sketchy. But he knew better than to ask questions. He only needed the pay. It was almost next-to-nothing, and he was lucky if he didn't get beaten or sexually harassed by his boss on a daily basis after reporting in his work-load, even if everything was on time.

As Deon grew older, however, he left the messenger job as quickly as he could and started working in a slaughter house. His sole job was to kill the livestock and then butcher the meat into different cuts for the customers. It took a bit of getting used to, but eventually Deon became desensitized to the value of life in animals and eventually found more entertaining (torturous) ways to kill them before cutting them up. But even killing live animals couldn't keep him entertained enough for long, and when he was eighteen he took up a new job fighting in the ring at a local bar. Illegal, absolutely, and Deon had only stumbled upon it by accident to begin with. But after getting just his first taste of the underground party, he was hooked.

He found that fighting others was something he enjoyed, even if a bit too much. He became a regular fighter, slowly growing his fan base with every win he took home with him and eventually, the name Deon "Big Dog" Saunders was a name most everyone in the city knew well. The posters, billboards and painted buses helped a bit with that.

Unfortunately, being a big-shot in a business that brought in a ton of money brought on some enemies. After refusing to throw a match and being compensated three-times his normal winnings for it, the manager of his competition grew furious. Deon came home one night to find his mother and sister beaten, raped, and slaughtered inside of their bedrooms. There has never been any substantial proof on who had killed his only family, but Deon has more reason to believe than any on who it was.

He went after the man immediately, not wanting to bother to wait for a true police investigation. Blinded by rage, he beat the unsuspecting man in his own home within an inch of his life. The police had been called and intercepted the beat down. Deon was thrown in prison shortly after where he remained for two years. After being released, he returned back to the world of cage fighting, forever a chip on his shoulder that he knew would never get filled.

He was two months undefeated when he was then approached by a member of the Amaranth Wolves. It took a bit of convincing, but Deon eventually put his fighting career on the side to partake in something more fulfilling. He still fights to this day, and remains undefeated for over three years. But his number one priority is his gang, and he vows to keep it that way no matter the cost.

Extras

• Theme: I am Machine - Three Days Grace
• Likes: Alcohol, women, fighting, sex.
• Dislikes: Being told what to do, annoying little shits and kids, being undermined, being lied to.
• Fears: Refuses to comment.
• Hobbies: Women/sex, drinking, working out, cage fighting.
• Goals: Refuses to comment.

Streets on Fire (rehash)

@NieszkaAwesome! I'm hoping to have one of my characters finished and posted by tonight :)

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Caleb cooper

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Caleb Cooper

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"Hey... it's harder than it looks..."
~ Caleb Cooper.

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General Information

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Name: Caleb Cooper.
Nick-Names: Coop.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Fighter Pilot/Airplane mechanic - Military
Place Of Origin: Whitefish, Montana.
Age: Twenty-Two Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 9th of November, 1994.
Scent: Oil, Machinery and Peaches.

Appearance - Human (Twenty-Two Years Old):

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Relationship Information

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Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Straight.
Partner: None.
Father: Edmund Cooper (deceased).
Mother: Jessica Cooper (deceased).
Siblings: Cody Cooper (Navy seal officer - older brother), Jessica Cooper (College student for cosmetology - younger sister).
Pet/s: Having moved to Oregon on a leap of faith within the military, Caleb no longer refers to his farm back home as having any "pets" though he did grow rather partial to an infant cow he named "moo" before leaving.
Other: He has quite a few aunts and uncles in both Washington and California that always seem to want his attention in some way.

⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜

Relationships

"I find it hard to open up to people... but when I do... I just need you to be ready for that."
~ Caleb Cooper.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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⚜ Zoé Flores ⚜

“She's got a beautiful smile and a matching personality.”

I don't see Zoé a whole lot other than when I go to her restaurant for a drink every now and then, but I can tell that she works hard and puts her all into everything she does. She's a little on the young side for owning her own business, but she does it well - probably better than anyone in Klamath Falls, really. I respect her a great deal for that.

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⚜ Myra Flores ⚜

“I know better than to get on the wrong side of a woman like that.”

As the Chief of Police in Klamath Falls, Myra's a hard name not to know. And considering my job at the military base, her name is one that I brush with frequently. I've even worked with her a few times on some of the more boring work related to our fields, like paperwork. While not impossible to work with, I can see that she is very strict with how things are run and likes to have it her way. And really... I'm going to let her.

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☯ Miranda Burke ☯

“She knows exactly what she's doing.”

Miranda is one of the pizza makers at my favorite restaurant and sometimes brings me my order. We don't say much aside from our "thanks" and "you're welcome" but I can tell in the way she just presents herself that she could definitely be a handful in more ways than one.

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☮ Alder James ☮

“He's not just a bartender, he's my bartender.”

I swear Alder is the only bartender worth going to in the whole town. He's friendly, funny, can hold a conversation and does a damn good job at what he does. I love just talking to the guy and hearing what he has to say. It's always a bit fun to poke at him a bit when he's had too much to drink the night before and comes to work a bit hungover. He's a great guy. I wish the best for him in the future.

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⚜ Xerxes Arvanitis ⚜

“He just needs to slow down.”

I haven't spent a lot of one on one time with Xerxes before, but I do see him at the bar occasionally. He's just one of those guys that everyone seems to know. He's got a good heart and works way too much. He's getting older and I can see in just his face that his job is wearing him pretty thin. He's gotta find himself a girl and just slow down before something serious happens. I know he's got a kid, though I've never met her. I hope she at least looks out for him.

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♦ ? ♦

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Personal Information

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Personality:
♦ Intimately Guarded ♦ Loyal ♦ Genuine ♦ Smart/Tactical ♦ Caring ♦ Generous ♦ Hot-Headed ♦

Caleb was bullied in school and therefore grew up with a detestation for bullies in general - whether it be some guy trying to pick a fight at a bar or foreigners targeting America. He has a deep-rooted loyalty to his country to the point where he swore an oath in basic training to fight and defend his country even if he should die in the process. Though he's much more of a mechanic than a front lineman, Caleb is unafraid to use his tactical and physical knowledge learned in order to defend himself or others.

The death of his parents gave Caleb the state of mind that giving back in whatever way he possibly can is absolutely important. He has an extremely soft side for someone so big and brute-looking, but he wouldn't hesitate for a second to give a little girl the shirt off of his back should she be cold, wet, lost, or just needing comfort. He's incredibly generous with his military money and donates to charities on a monthly basis - his favorite being Toys for Tots to ensure that every kid, even homeless and in foster homes, get something for Christmas. It is a common sight to see him working at a soup kitchen for the holidays, as he does not have a family of his own to be with during them.

Caleb is the kind of person that wants to earn people's trust and keep it, though it is hard for him to give back the same. But once he opens up that incredibly vulnerable part of his personality, he feels like he just can't cap it off which makes relationships incredibly difficult - if not impossible. He likes to stay out of any drama as much as he can though if he is forced to choose a side, he tends to fall on a "us versus them" kind of mindset.

Even at a distance, Caleb can be seen as fun, smart, sweet and genuine which makes it hard for people to not be able to relate to. He enjoys healthy competition amongst his friends, however sometimes, Caleb is unable to recognize when those "friends" might be using him in one way or another.

He has a bit of a temper that is usually misunderstood sometimes with his excitement. He tends to talk louder in both instances and even yells, though he doesn't realize he does so when he is the latter. He usually has a very cool head about things but there are just other things that will get him from cool to boiling within seconds and is not afraid to use his physical stature as a form of intimidation before things get really serious.


Likes:
✔ Working out/body building.
✔ Serving his country.
✔ Money.
✔ A nice rack.
✔ Dogs.
✔ "Bromances".
✔ Pool and chess.

Dislikes:
✘ Meatballs.
✘ Arrogant assholes.
✘ Terrorists.
✘ Liars, cheaters and manipulators.
✘ Being forced to chose a side.
✘ Navy Seals (they think they know everything!).
✘ How easy it is to get him "excited".

Hobbies:
When not working at the base, Caleb is generally working out, playing a game of pool or darts at a bar, or volunteering his time to anyone who might need it. He also enjoys stimulating his mind by playing chess or putting together advanced puzzles.

Strengths:
⚜ Smart- Caleb was trained in the military for five years and has a wide knowledge of combative tactics. He knows the insides and outs of machinery and guns alike, able to repair an entire blown tank engine by himself in just a few short hours given the proper equipment. He also has a spacial knowledge of the world around him, mostly pertaining to different politics from around the world and the goings on as far as the news is concerned. He keeps his mind sharp by mental practices such as playing chess and doing advanced puzzles either by himself of by means of a healthy competition with friends.

⚜ Brave- Caleb enlisted in the military at eighteen years old despite having a promising future in football. He is the kind of guy that simply wants to protect others who need protecting and isn't afraid to throw himself into danger if it means getting hurt. He also isn't afraid to stand up for himself against both the enemy and just petty bullies. In basic training, he was the first to jump on top of what his group believed to be a live grenade in order to save his squad.

⚜ Honest- Caleb has never had to lie, cheat or deceive anyone he has ever met to get where he is now. He has lived a life on honesty and respect. People know that they can count on him to get things done the right way, though it has gotten him into trouble with his senior officers when he is asked to cut certain corners.

Weaknesses:
☠ Hot-Headed- It takes quite a bit to stir things up with Caleb... on most cases. Sometimes, though, he simply can't help but to snap when it comes to defending his own honor. He gets loud but doesn't realize he's shouting and is unable to see reason when pushed too far.

☠ Guarded- Emotionally, it is very hard for Caleb to open up to someone. He wants to become good in other people's graces and works to gain their trust, but is unable to, in most instances, be able to give the same kind of treatment towards a friend. Because of this, it has made it incredibly difficult if not impossible for Caleb to have, hold, and sustain any kind of romantic relationship. He simply has not met anyone he feels he can trust on an emotional, romantic level.

☠ Aloof- Caleb tries to give a "forgive and forget" kind of attitude, even if those he is close to have hurt him but have promised not to do it again. He wants to believe that his own friends wouldn't ever want to take advantage of him, so he chooses not to see it when they do.

Brief Biography:
Caleb was born the middle child to an older brother and a younger sister. It was a military family through and through; having to move from one place (and even country at one point) to another. Caleb last his father to an overdose when he was just seven and it wasn't until Caleb was much older did he find out that it was because his father had severe PTSD from his time serving the army. So he, his brother and sister, were instead raised by their mother, who never remarried.

They tried to live as normal of a life as they could as a traveling military family, but they finally settled back to Caleb's original roots in Whitefish, Montana by the time he hit high school. Caleb was always picked on as a kid, but coming back to Whitefish, one of his teachers introduced to Caleb weight lifting. Caleb became practically obsessed with the sport - wanting to get bigger, stronger. It was in his junior year where his efforts really started to show themselves physically as he was now the largest boy in school. His other teachers wanted him to join wresting and football and Caleb took on both sports, but loved his time in football. Before he even graduated in his senior year, he was promised a few scholarships to play for a few different college teams - one even being Pac in the 12.

Caleb wanted to follow his dream of becoming a professional football star one day, but his older brother, Cody, left a looming shadow over him when he left to join the Navy. He felt an incredible pressure to follow family tradition and instead worked on scholarships for any kind of military position he could.

He was only seventeen when his mother then died - killed in combat when she had been shipped overseas for just a few weeks for a short mission. Caleb and his little sister had no choice but to leave Montana and go to live with their Uncle in California, who owned a farm. Caleb then developed animal chores on top of everything else and ended up graduating six months late, however the military took him on immediately knowing just who he belonged to.

Caleb loved military school - just as much as he loved weight lifting. And though he didn't think that he would enjoy it at first, as it felt rather forced, he found that he could really put his personality to use as a protector and loyal man and flew through basic training with flying colors. He was then given his choice of a few different career paths and for some reason (Caleb still doesn't even really know why, exactly) he chose to become a mechanical engineer for the Air Guard. He was then enlisted to Oregon in a small city called Klamath Falls where one of the best National Guards on the West coast was located.

He hardly keeps in any contact with his brother or sister, as they are both busy doing their own things, and hardly even get together for holidays. Caleb learned very quickly to be okay with that, and has adopted Klamath Falls as his new home.

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Supernatural Information

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None at this time.

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Other Information

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Other: Caleb has absolutely no idea about the supernatural world.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"Remember Everything" by Five Finger Death Punch.

Lyrics:
Oh, dear mother, I love you
I'm sorry, I wasn't good enough
Dear father, forgive me
'Cause in your eyes, I just never added up
In my heart I know I failed you
But you left me here alone

If I could hold back the rain
Would you numb the pain
'Cause I remember everything
If I could help you forget
Would you take my regrets
'Cause I remember everything

Oh, dear brother, just don't hate me
For never standing by you or being by your side
Dear sister, please don't blame me
I only did what I thought was truly right
It's a long and lonely road
When you know you walk alone

If I could hold back the rain
Would you numb the pain
'Cause I remember everything
If I could help you forget
Would you take my regrets
'Cause I remember everything

Miranda Burke

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Miranda Burke

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"Always follow your heart in anything you choose to do...."
~ Miranda Burke.

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General Information

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Name: Miranda Burke.
Nick-Names: Miri, Mira, Randa.
Gender: Female.
Species: Werewolf.
Occupation: Pizza Maker at Mia & Pia's Pizzeria & Brewhouse.
Place Of Origin: Klamath Falls, Oregon.
Age: Nineteen Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 26th of May, 1997.
Scent: Blueberries and Lavender.

Appearance - Human (Nineteen Years Old):



Appearance - Werewolf:

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Relationship Information

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Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Bisexual.
Partner: None.
Father: Charles Burke.
Mother: Yasmin Burke.
Siblings: James Burke (Older brother).
Pet/s: None.
Other: Sombra Burke (Sister in-law), Alder James (Roommate and co-worker).

⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜

Relationships

"I'm not looking for love. But when I find it, I can't imagine anything being any better."
~ Miranda Burke.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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♫ Alder James ♫

“Is it still considered a one-night stand if you do it more than once?”

Alder's awesome, though I could never see a future with him. Some people you can click with, but don't really fit with, you know? I guess that's just how all of my relationships have gone so far. Maybe it's just me? Either way, Alder is fun to work with and he always knows how to make me smile. I was absolutely ready to jump at the chance to move in with him, not because of the- well, you know, but because I was so ready to leave home and be on my own. And the fact that we work together works, you know? Because at least I know he's making money to pay rent so I don't get screwed in the end. Not that he would ever do that - he's never given me any reason to not trust him. He's open, honest and raw - a true teddy bear and a real catch. He's going to make some girl very happy one day. Wait... does he have a girlfriend? I can't really remember...

Oh who am I kidding? Alder tells me everything. Which is fine; I tell him everything too. We cry on each other's shoulders a lot and I know a lot of things that he tells me in confidence. He's goofy and smiley on the outside, but on the inside he's hurting. He's hurting bad. And it breaks my heart knowing that there's nothing I can do to help him. Poor guy.

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♫ Cassandra Arvanitis ♫

“I'd be lost without my little marshmallow.”

Cassie is... well Cassie is Cassie. She has moments where I'm proud as hell of her, and other's where I'm just like, "seriously, girl?" She's definitely a daddy's girl, which is cute and I get it. Her dad is super hot anyway, so it's fine. But we're getting older and I don't think she's looked far enough ahead to think about her life without him. I mean, she can't live with him forever. She's sweet, loving, and gives people way too many chances. Which I guess is a good thing considering I might have used a few of those up already. We've been friends since she and her dad moved to Klamath, and despite all the shit I fling her, I really can't imagine my life without her in it.

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☮ Cody Treadwell ☮

“Why do gay guys always have the best bodies?”

Cody is a friend - well, more a friend of my friends. He hangs out with our little group all the time so I've kind of gotten to know him from that. He's a cute little gay boy but I've seen what kind of muscles he's packing and damn! It just isn't fair. Sometimes he kind of makes me wish I was a dude... just to see...

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♥ Quinton Matson ♥

“Really now, no one has business being that good looking and illegal to touch.”

I don't want to get too personal here, but Mr. Matson has been the object of quite a few of my fantasies. Maybe I just like older guys, or something. Maybe it's just the taboo thing. I don't know. I just know that the way he bends over my desk while helping me with my school work, I can smell him and I can't think straight - doomed for the rest of the class. Which kind of sucks cuz I really need to start getting better grades. Maybe he'd start to tutor me privately? Mmm...

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§ Myra Flores §

“One day... she just won't take me home.”

So... Officer Flores and I kind of go way back. First because of my brother, James, and all the trouble he used to get into. I guess the torch kind of got passed down to me after he left, because I see her all the time now. It's to the point now that even if I just see her in the grocery store while she's buying milk, I run even though I didn't do anything. Well, not anything she can prove. Yeah I don't think she cares for me a whole lot, which I get - that's fine. But seriously, I think the bitch has been a bit too easy on me considering...

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♥ Xerxes Arvanitis ♥

“It's gotta be an older guy thing.”

Have I mentioned how much I adore Cassie? Her dad is seriously the hottest guy I have ever laid eyes on. He's charming, he's caring, he's got money and yeah, I've seen him in nothing but a towel a time or two so I know he's definitely got the body. God, Cassie is so lucky - she gets to snuggle up to that all the damn time and nggnn...

I'm getting side-tracked...

I spend a ton of time over at Cassie's house, so whenever he's home he always tries to make a point to spend time with us, which I have absolutely no problems with. I've even gone camping and taken other trips with them a few times and we have an absolute blast. Mr. Arvanitis will be in my heart forever, but I seriously doubt he'd be the type of guy to go for a younger girl. But I can dream... and I do. Very often. Cassie would die if she knew! Well... she kind of already does. Oops.

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☯ Caleb Cooper ☯

“I love a man in uniform.”

He's a moderate regular in the afternoon crowd at the bar. Sometimes he orders food and I get to take it to him. He tips pretty well, and he's got a cute face, and the fact that he's military turns me on a bit, but he's kind of quiet and hard to talk to sometimes. Too much work if you ask me.

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♫§ James Burke ♫§

“Biggest prick I know with the biggest, stupidest head.”

James and I had a good thing going. He was the perfect older brother - we did absolutely everything together! He was my hero for as long as I could remember and I just wanted to make him proud to call me his little sister. But then he got a girlfriend and... he changed. He wasn't nearly as fun and even just talking to him became a chore. He got moody and made stupid decisions over and over again and even got in trouble with the cops. My whole perspective of him had changed in the blink of an eye and I was completely lost without him. And then... then that bitch took him and ran off...

I've sent him thousands of texts and voicemails... It's been years and I still haven't heard back from him. I... I don't even know if he's alive... The prick. I hope he's dead. At least then I couldn't be mad at him for not answering me back...

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⚜☮ Zoé Flores ⚜☮

“I've seen her tear someone down to mere shreds just by talking to them, with a sweet smile and not a single curse-word.”

She's my boss. And she rocks it. She's tough, but fair and tries to make sure that her employees are happy. She throws a few parties at the brewery from time to time and even though we can't drink, I think she knows, without knowing, that we do it anyway, which makes it okay, right? I'd never want to get her into trouble. But she's not really from here, and I think the drinking age is different where she's from. Either way, her beer is great but I'm much more of a vodka kinda girl.

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♫ Syleste Nioré ♫

“She's seriously too precious for this world.”

There's really absolutely no rhyme or reason as to why the two of us are friends. Really I blame Cassie - she makes friends with everyone. But Syleste is a sweet little thing that I can't help but to be protective over. She wouldn't harm a bug if she had any idea she might accidentally step on one.

And even though she's blind I like to help pitch in where I can, like at school I like to help her with her hair and makeup before classes start and give her tips about boys and I absolutely love dressing her up. I like making her feel as normal as she possibly can.

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§ Ashlynn Lysandar §

“She needs to make up her damn mind before I make it up for her.”

I'm really not fond of Ashlynn. I've only met her in person once, and that was when she came to stay with my roommate and me when she came from Australia to visit Alder. I know what's been going on between those two, and I also know that she's in a relationship she has no business being in, really. Sure I get my information from Alder, so it's all pretty one-sided, but he's my dude, and she hurts him a lot. I can't help that I'm protective.

I know probably way too much about their little love... shape than I should, but I like it that way. And yes, I'm biased. Don't care, though. She needs to figure out what the hell she wants from Alder before I just go batshit crazy on her, though. Alder would thank me later. Maybe.

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☠ Sombra Flores ☠

“Damn bitch can go fucking die for all I care.”

This bitch just swoops in out of nowhere and up and steals my brother. Bottom line. They skipped town together, and she won't even let him send me a text. I don't know what kind of controlling shit she's pulling, but I'm fucking over it. If I ever see either of them again, the claws are coming out. Fuck her.

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♫ Erin Le Rouge ♫

“She's cute and she knows it. I like her.”

Yet another one of Cassie's rescues, Erin is actually quite the... something. She's cute and flaunts it like a total babe. We have a lot of fun together. She's like a mini me, but like... smarter. Cassie picked a good one this time. I think I'll keep her.

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Personal Information

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Personality:
♦ Can Do Attitude ♦ Stubborn ♦ Loyal ♦ Fiery Temper ♦

Miranda chooses what she wants others to see when it comes to her personality. To adults, Miranda is a sweet intellectual that is simply misunderstood and really aspires to be the best person she can be. She is an approachable person and is usually seen as kind, open and honest, though she is a girl who usually knows more than what she lets. on. However to those closest to her, they know Miranda to be the kind of person that is willing to get her hands dirty when it comes to getting things done her way and almost always has some kind of dirt on someone that could be used to her own advantage someday.

She is a confident and fearless individual who doesn't believe she really has anything more to lose than she already has, having taken up a "tough girl" persona to help shield the vulnerable pieces inside of her that were created once James became involved with Sombra, and then later left her without a word. Because of this early-on exposure to abandonment, Miranda tends to keep strangers at a safe distance, making it incredibly difficult for anyone to see the real her that is somewhere still inside. To her, trust takes time and can take up to years to gain someone's friendship per her standards, as she is afraid that they might end up leaving her just as her brother did.

Growing up learning how to be a stubborn and determined individual, Miranda can also be a little foolish when it comes to making decisions, not always able to see the solution that is staring her right in the face. She tries to keep a strong idea of what is right and wrong, but oftentimes overthinks things that usually leads her down a wrong, and accidental path.

A dense lover of music, Miranda is likely to listen to a wide variety of genres, though has recently been drawn more to metal or heavy rock such as Five Finger Death Punch or Volbeat. She has realized that her taste in music for what she is in the mood for generally revolves around where her own mood is at, and gets lost in the lyrics of certain songs that speak to her on a level that no simple words can even begin to breach. It is not uncommon to see Miranda alone in her room, listening to her music and drawing - both activities that keep her calm and from doing anything irrational that she would later regret.

Likes:
✔ Being with friends and family.
✔ Working Mia & Pia's Pizzeria & Brewhouse.
✔ Cooking.
✔ Many types of Music.
✔ The rain and thunder.

Dislikes:
✘ Coffee (causes migraines).
✘ Bullying and Racism.
✘ Flying and heights.
✘ Motorbikes.
✘ Snakes, other reptiles, amphibians and bugs.

Hobbies:
Miranda is perfectly happy doing anything and everything so long as she can be with her friends and family. Aside from that, however, Miranda fully enjoys swimming, whether it be in a lake or a pool (and especially the ocean). She absolutely loves music and has a habit of singing songs out loud that are stuck in her head - she has even come up with a few lyrics of her own when bored, but doesn't believe them good enough to give any more attention to.

Though she might not seem like the type to some, Miranda also enjoys fixing things, and spends quite a bit of time with her father in restoring things around the house that need updating. She isn't very good at it, but the bonding time she gets with her father makes it absolutely worth it, and the knowledge she gets on how it should be done stays in her mind for later use when she might have to have someone else do it for her.

On the smaller side of things, Miranda also enjoys drawing, writing poems or lyrics, and singing or dancing in the rain. She is her own Broadway musical in the shower.

Strengths:
⚜ Kind hearted and loyal - Once her trust is gained, Miranda is the best friend that could ever be had. She will lie, cheat, steal and even manipulate for those she cares about most, not caring in the slightest what kind of trouble it gets her in so long as it helps her friends out. She has the best interest of her loved ones at heart and simply just wants to see other people happy.

⚜ Confidence - Miranda doesn't give a shit about what other people think of her. She knows what she thinks of herself, and damn anyone who thinks her to be anything less. She knows she's beautiful, smart and resourceful and isn't afraid to use those angles to get what she wants.

⚜ Good with her hands - In both senses of the word. Though focusing on the more appropriate definition, Miranda works hard to fix and restore things around the house with her father. Though she isn't by any means fast, as long as she is able to go at her own pace, Miranda can get the job done... eventually...

Weaknesses:
☠ Fiery Temper - It takes a bit for Miranda to fly off the handle, so to speak. Though when she does, it doesn't matter if the person present was the one to set her off or not. Miranda's temper is not one to be tested, as she will hit all the right points to really get under someone's skin or even hurt them emotionally.

☠ Confidence - Because Miranda thinks so highly of herself, it often leaves her vulnerable in some aspects when someone is brave enough to call her out on it. And though it is difficult to make her show it, Miranda will often take those low blows to heart and think on them for days, feeling bad about herself.

☠ Likes drama a bit too much - Sometimes Miranda just gets bored. It isn't below her to start a tiny little rumor or two just to see what sort of feelings and emotions she can stir up. Though she would never (generally) do this to anyone she in incredibly close to, she is known to pull the occasional prank which usually gets her into some kind of trouble with her friends.

Brief Biography:
Miranda was born the second and final child of the Burke family. The family name, in itself, has a reputation all on it's own as the Burkes have lived in Klamath Falls for generations, and have left a positive impact in almost everything that they do. They were a peaceful family, trying as they might to contribute positively to society and continue the legacy that was their namesake. But then Miranda's older brother, James, decided that he didn't want to abide by the family rules any longer.

Miranda and her older brother James had always gotten along so well. She knew he loved her when he chose to play with her instead of his friends or always invited her along with them. It was only just a few years after her birth did she realize just how protective he was of her when one of his friends, at the age of 10, had his attempt at flirting with her. It wasn't until Miranda grew into a woman did she realize why it was that she never really saw that particular friend again.

But suddenly, James began to grow distant of her. He never seemed to want to talk with her, or invite her out, or even be in the same room as her in general. It broke Miranda's heart, forcing Miranda to change her personality to fit one that she knew he might pay attention to. She became tough, and all around uncaring of just about everything. She wanted his attention so badly, she oftentimes forgot where the real Miranda was, and where the fake one began. But the more defiant Miranda became in order to gain his attention, the more she began to believe that she didn't need him - that she didn't need anyone. A sudden sense of independence suddenly sprouted from the young woman and as she grew, she came to realize just how different personalities could affect people in particular ways. So she began to practice different personas in order to get close to people at an arms length, gather information, and then use that information in order to keep herself safe. All the while, Miranda is still completely clueless that she uses this "defense mechanism" to shield herself from the hurt her brother brought upon her.

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Werewolf Information

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Type of Werewolf: Miranda is but a new pup, barely understanding anything of the supernatural world, let alone herself.

Werewolf Abilities:
As a new Werewolf, Miranda has or will have the following powers and abilities:

Shape Shifting: Miranda can change her appearance, allowing her to take on a humanoid werewolf form or an animal form. Although she is not able to do this yet, she will develop these abilities over time.

Superhuman Strength: Miranda is much stronger than most humans and even some other supernatural creatures, and is able to lift up to five tons.

Night Vision: Miranda can see clearly at night and therefore does not fear the dark.

Retractable Claws and Fangs: Miranda can control when her claws and fangs come out and retreat back in at will. Though sometimes, when angered, she is unable to control them coming out.

Heightened Senses: Miranda can smell, see and hear far better than any human, ranging from a few meters, to up to a mile away.

Accelerated Healing: Miranda heals quickly from most injuries and scars; and thanks to the bite, Miranda has also been cures of all and any chronic illnesses like asthma, epilepsy or even cancer (both known and unknown), and now has an immunity to any disease.

Enhanced Agility: Miranda can jump and climb at amazing speeds, leaping great distances of about thirty feet from the ground; she is also much faster than not only humans, but also some other supernatural creatures, able to run up to seventy miles-per-hour.

Enhanced Strength: Miranda is much stronger than humans.

Pain Transference: Miranda, by touch, can absorb the pain of a human, animal, or supernatural creature, and can (at times) even go so far as to "heal" in some cases.

Memory Transference: Miranda can transfer (give or take) memories by inserting her claws into the nape of an individual's neck. This ability can establish mind-to-mind communication and, with practice, allow for memory manipulation or erasure.

Canine Control: Miranda can calm down other canine animals, like dogs, and also, make them attack on command.

Werewolf Perks and Quirks:
As a werewolf, Miranda has or will have the following perks and quirks:

⚜ Camera flashes and some video recording devices cause Miranda's eyes to glow making her nearly impossible to photograph.

⚜ In the dark, Miranda's eyes seem to react to light like a regular canine with eye-shine.

⚜ Miranda cannot become intoxicated by drinking alcohol due to her enhanced healing ability though she can get a pretty good buzz going.

⚜ Smelling chemo signals allows Miranda to know what someone is feeling

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Other Information

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Other:

Miranda's car

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"Radioactive" - Macy Kate Band ft. Kurt Schneider Cover.

Lyrics:
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, whoa, I'm radioactive, radioactive.

Damien Flores

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Damien Flores

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"Don't wait for the perfect moment. Take the moment and make it perfect."
~ Damien Flores.

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General Information

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Name: Damien Flores.
Nick-Names: D, Big D, Big Dog.
Gender: Male.
Species: Druid.
Occupation: Carpenter, masonry, general construction - independent.
Place Of Origin: Barcelona, Spain.
Age: Twenty-Nine Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 7th of April, 1987.
Scent: Sawdust and light beer.

Appearance - Human (Twenty-Nine Years Old):



Appearance - Druid - Human:



Appearance - Druid - Shape-Shifter:

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Relationship Information

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Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Straight.
Partner: None.
Father: Roberto Flores (Lives in Spain).
Mother: Ana-Marie Flores (Lives in Spain).
Siblings: Zoe Flores (Younger Sister/ Lives in Klamath Falls, Oregon and visits often), Myra Flores (Older Sister).
Pet/s: None.
Other: None.

⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜

Relationships

"Love is the most powerful and still most unknown energy in the world."
~ Damien Flores.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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♫§⚜ Zoé Flores ♫§⚜

“She's my ride or die.”

I was always closer to Zoé than I was our older sister, Myra. We did everything together as kids and I'm sure sped up our parents' graying process by a decade or two. I felt kind of bad though, leaving her when I enlisted in the military. I had no idea what she was going through until it was already too late. I hope that one day, she can forgive me for falling off the face of this Earth. She's my baby sister, my rock, my best friend. And I love her.

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☮§⚜ Myra Flores ☮§⚜

“Man I love to give her hell.”

Myra is a lot older than Zoé and I. She pretty much was already popping out kids by the time I was four, which kind of put a slight blockade on the whole "sibling" thing. I grew up more with the twins than I did her, which was okay, but that bond just was never there. I still love her, though, and I have a great time picking on her - mostly because she's a sour ass all of the time and I'm one of the very few people that can get away with it!

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☮ Sombra Flores ☮

“She's too smart for her own good.”

I knew Sombra and Alexander both for a little while as kids. Myra took them to America not long after she had them, but I did get to hold her a time or two. But even though we didn't live in the same country anymore, I still kept in touch by writing letters and having phone calls. And as I got older I was able to visit them every once in a while in America. Even at a young age, I could tell that Sombra was smart. She took apart Myra's computer and put it back together before she had even learned to ride a bike. It was funnier than hell, but it always had me wondering just what she was going to do with her talent. Unfortunately, nothing really good, and next thing I know, she and some boy toy had run off without saying anything to Zoé, Myra and even me. God... I hope she's okay... There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her.

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☮ Alexander Flores ☮

“He's probably the only normal one in this family.”

Like Sombra, I grew up with Alexander for a few years before Myra took them all to America to live. I had a great time playing trucks and army men with him and was always really excited to see him specifically any time I was able to go to America to visit. He's a handful of years younger than me, sure, but he was always a lot of fun. It's been neat seeing him grow into the man I know he is today. He's got a level head on his shoulders, despite all the hell his family has put him through.

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♦☯ Ashlynn Lysandar ♦☯

“If she trains the way I did, she's in for a very rough time.”

I met Ashlynn shortly before I was able to leave my training and come to America to find my sisters. The old woman sort of shoved her my way and made her my student - I'm thinking it was some kind of test to see what I had learned in that year. Ashlynn did okay - she takes criticism really hard and personally, and doesn't like being told what to do, at all, which made particular things pretty difficult. But overall I can see that she has a good heart and just doesn't want to disappoint anyone. She'll be okay.

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Personal Information

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Personality:
♦ Incredibly Protective ♦ Hard Headed ♦ Fiercely Loyal ♦ Calm and Collected ♦ Loner ♦ Patient ♦ Fierce Determination ♦

Having a few military years under his belt, Damien has learned at an early age what it is to respect someone who has earned it. However his own moral code keeps him from giving that respect to just anyone and often keeps people at both a physical and emotional distance. He has seen what respect given to the wrong person can do and refuses to make any mistake like that ever again. This makes him rather closed off to new people and hard to get along with, but his heart of gold and fierce loyalty makes him the best ally to ever have.

He is quiet and introverted by nature, opening up only to those he knows he can trust with his life which usually deals directly into his family. His best friend is his sister, Zoe, who knows anything and everything about him. There isn't anything that he won't tell her.

He was a good soldier - he took orders and completed tasks, however the prospect of doing so "blindly" began to bother him in the long run, and after seven years, Damien decided that the military life was not for him. He resigned on somewhat peaceful terms, as he is not one to start a quarrel with anyone and will avoid bad blood between people as much as he can. He likes to know where he stands with people, as he makes it more than clear on how people stand with him. He can be somewhat judgemental and tends to stereotype without even thinking about it thanks to his military career. He's unafraid to make people dislike him, as he is not interested in being the type of guy that wants everyone to like him. He's straight-forward and speaks what is on his mind, not at all one for tactful deceit or using information to his advantage.

Ever the patient one, it takes a lot to get under Damien's skin. However, should that elastic band ever stretch to a point of snapping, Damien isn't afraid to use his large stature and military training to get someone to see his way of things. Though he has never outright killed outside of the military, he has sent a few people to the hospital after testing his patience. Though this happens very rarely when someone targets himself, should the subject of his family ever get brought up he is willing to defend them until his last breath. He is fiercely loyal to his family and will go to the ends of the earth and beyond for them without a moments hesitation.

He is a brave man that holds nothing back when confronted with a situation that could be potentially dangerous. Having been raised by a rather religious family, it is Damien's belief that whatever happens will happen, and that if he should die, God will take care of his soul. He has sinned like any other man, but his relationship with God is a good one, and often prays on behalf of not only himself, but others around him. He does not fear death.

Likes:
✔ Action Movies.
✔ Beer.
✔ Working with his hands.
✔ His family.
✔ Steak and any other kind of meat.
✔ Shooting.
✔ Tattoos.

Dislikes:
✘ Taking orders he doesn't understand.
✘ Warm beer.
✘ Threats towards her family and friends.
✘ His mother constantly asking him when she can have grandchildren and trying to set him up on dates.
✘ Stubble.
✘ Junkies and Rag Heads.
✘ Early mornings.

Hobbies:
Damien works independently as a "fix it up" man. This means he spends a good majority of his time working on peoples houses, between tiling, roofing, fencing and all other home repair, he has also built extensions on peoples homes and even sheds or garages. He is also decent with appliance repair such as a washing machine that stopped spinning or a refrigerator that stopped getting cold.

Strengths:
⚜ Calm and Collected- it takes a lot to get Damien steamed up, and while others usually lose their heads around him, his calm approach to most all cases makes him a formidable leader as he is able to think clearly and carefully on what to do next.

⚜ Weapon Specialist- his military training has made him somewhat of an expert on a wide variety of different weapons. Between swords, guns, knives and axes, his most favored weapon is a Colt Mustang he carries on him at all times.

⚜ Multilingual- born and raised in Barcelona with the rest of her family; Damien is able to speak not only Spanish, but also English as well. His time in the military has also taught him Japanese, Korean and German. And most recently, Damien has learned the ancient language of Druid.

Weaknesses:
☠ Loner- Damien is afraid to open up to people strictly for the fact that he doesn't ever want to be betrayed again. This has set him up for a rather lonely life despite what he says on wanting it that way.

☠ Over Protective- with those he loves, it oftentimes causes problems between himself and whoever his best interests are in. It has drawn him apart from his sisters on a number of occasions.

☠ Hard Headed- when Damien has something on his mind, he will do whatever it takes to get it taken care of. Being as he's not afraid of death, this often-times leads him into some dangerous situations.

Brief Biography:
Damien was born the middle child into the Flores family. The more faired skin of the bunch (taking after his father), he was constantly teased as a child for being "adopted" which taught Damien at an early age on how to stand up for not only himself, but his family. He got through school on a C average, never really putting much energy into his studies but never completely giving up either. He found that building relationships was far more important than any history on something that had happened a thousand years ago.

By the time he hit high school, he realized that the options were set out for him, black and white. He could either work hard to get his grades up so that he could go to college, or join the military. Deciding that putting love into his country was no different than love for his family, Damien decided to enlist and right after high school became a man serving his country. He spent seven years enlisted before he decided that it wasn't what he wanted - following orders "blindly" never really set well with him. So he resigned and decided to do some independent work. At the time, it was just helping his parent's neighbor with a bit of home repair, but what had started as helping out a little old lady slowly developed into a passion that Damien could be proud of. He decided to start working for himself, finding his own contracts and work independently so that he didn't have to rely on anyone else. The pay is modest, but he gets by.

During a particular demolition on a drug house, Damien came across an ancient necklace that he thought would be a great present for his little sister, Zoe, who he had plans on visiting in a few months. However the moment he removed the artifact from the earth, strange things began to happen. He remembered feeling hot, feverish even, and had to call it a day early to go home. He was drenched in sweat, but clung to the covers like they were his only safety. His dreams played out like a history movie - events that he didn't understand nor was involved in. He witnessed magic - transformations and rituals - the good, the bad, and the ugly. Then his dreams shifted to a woman who kept calling out to him. Months of these dreams continued to plague his sleep until finally, Damien gave in and went to find the woman who he kept seeing.

It took over three weeks to find her. He had to use the money he had saved up to go and see Zoe to reach the woman, as she had him going to Mexico first, and then Argentina. He was amazed that the woman even existed, but she spent a good amount of time with him, explaining the changes he had noticed in his life and the necklace he had found. She had explained to him that he had been chosen, and that he was no longer human, but a Druid. Forgetting all about time itself, and even his family, Damien spent the next year learning about his new abilities and his new calling in life.

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Druid Information

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Type of Druid: Druids are essentially witches with certain spell casting abilities, however in more modern times are understood as and called psychics. It is their sole purpose to gather the knowledge of all the races and to preserve and protect the lands. They are a small (rare) race of historians, philosophers, magic wielders, teachers, and researchers. It is Damien's calling to become an emissary to a werewolf pack of which he has not yet chosen. When using the magic he has been given, Damien's eyes turn a startling blue, muted color. And though he has the capability to shape shift into almost anything, he prefers the strong, powerful symbol of the white tiger.

Druid Abilities:
As a Druid, Damien has the following powers and abilities:

Elemental Magic: Druid magic draws from the earth, air, fire and water in various forms. Its power is enhanced or weakened by the strength of the user. Luckily, Damien has little-to-no problems with having success with his magic. While most Druids find more success with talismans or some external source, Damien's training has made him quite adept in wielding magic without them and has learned to use his surroundings. More complicated spells require use of the Druid language but allows spell casting such as sealing away a powerful werewolf, casting a protection spell or casting a spell to cause harm to a creature.

Intuition: Every Druid has a powerful 6th sense that reveals itself in visions, general feelings, and premonitions. They also have the ability to locate individuals anywhere in the world by concentrating on that individual. Being a newbie, Damien possesses all of these abilities however his locating people by thought and precision of visions isn't nearly as strong as others.

Divination: Damien has a very limited ability of being able to see into the future for a short period of time. It is not very precise however it is able to give him a brief idea of what is to come.

Druid Sleep: Druids can place themselves in a form of suspended animation known as the Druid Sleep. During this time they are rejuvenated and their lives are prolonged, but the Druid Sleep cannot sustain one forever. Towards the end of a Druid's life, the sleep becomes less and less effective, until the Druid's life ends. There has been no limit stated as to the length of time one can remain in the Druid Sleep, but if it is used recklessly, complications can result. The Druid Sleep also can cause sterility in male Druids. It is possible the same might happen to females. Damien has not yet used this ability.

Invisibility: Druid magic allows a Druid to leave their bodies in an invisible spirit form - a form of astral projection which allows the user to travel freely, unobserved with limited physical interaction. Damien has quite a bit of difficulty in doing this and does not exercise it often. Another, separate Druid magic is based on the magic of Illusion. They are able to use magic to blend in with their surroundings like a chameleon, to trick or elude enemies. Damien has a lot more success with this.

Shape Shifting: Damien is able to change his physical form and take on another. Be it a bug, a squirrel, a horse or even another person, Damien is able to take on the characteristics and skills of the form he is taking on. It takes a lot of concentration and willpower, so for the time being Damien sticks to just a few different forms and practices mastering those before he moves on to more complicated ones.

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Other Information

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Other: Raised to be a rather religious person by his family, Damien always wears a cross that he is never seen without. It survived his military years (though has lost it a few times and went to hell and back to retrieve it) and will forever be a part of him. When needing just an extra bit of strength to push through whatever he's dealing with, Damien will grip onto it, say a small prayer, and continue on. Though when he is able to truly pray, he will lay it on the bed in front of him while he gets on his knees on the floor.

Damien loves tattoos, though each one he has marked upon his body means something significant to him. Whether it be the head of a tiger as he learned to embrace his Druid side, or the names of his family members, or even a tattoo of a dragon that relates back to his military days, there is never a mark without meaning. He has them all across his front and back and already has a few more in mind for his next session.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"Words As Weapons" by Seether.

Lyrics:
All I really want is something beautiful to say

Keep me locked up in your broken mind
I keep searchin, never been able to find a
Light behind your dead eyes
Not anything at all

You keep living in your own lie, ever deceitful and ever unfaithful
Keep me guessin, keep me terrified
Take everything from my world

Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves

Keep me dumb, keep me paralyzed
Why try swimming? I'm drowning in fables
You're not that saint that you externalize
You're not anything at all

It's oh-so playful when you demonize
To spit out the hateful, you're willing and able
Words are weapons I'd be terrified
You're nothing in my world

Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves

All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me guessin, keep me terrified

All I really want is something beautiful to say
You keep livin' in your own lie

All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever!

All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever!

You keep living in your own lie
Keep me guessin, keep me terrified

All I really want is something beautiful to say

Say can you help me right before the fall
Take what you can and leave me to the wolves

All I really want is something beautiful to say
Words are weapons I'd be terrified

All I really want is something beautiful to say
Keep me guessin, keep me terrified

All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever!

All I really want is something beautiful to say
To never fade away, I wanna live forever!

James Burke

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James Burke

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"We may be werewolves, but that doesn't mean we have to become animals."
~ James Burke.

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General Information

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Name: James Burke.
Nick-Names: Jim, JB, Jimmy.
Gender: Male.
Species: Werewolf.
Occupation: Firefighter.
Place Of Origin: Klamath Falls, Oregon.
Age: Twenty-Four Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 19th of August, 1992.
Scent: Nomex, cinder and amber musk.

Appearance - Human (Twenty-Four Years Old):



Appearance - Werewolf:

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Relationship Information

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Relationship Status: Happily Married.
Sexuality: Straight.
Partner: Sombra Burke.
Father: Charles Burke.
Mother: Yasmin Burke.
Siblings: Miranda Burke (Younger Sister).
Pet/s: None.
Other: Alexander Flores (James' best friend). Myra Flores (Mother-in-law), Zoé Flores (Alpha).

⚜ In-depth Relationships ⚜

Relationships

"Once you find someone that you know in your heart that you're destined to be with, there isn't a damn thing that can keep you apart from one another."
~ James Burke.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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Personal Information

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Personality:
♦ Exceptionally Protective ♦ Regressive ♦ Loyal ♦ Determined ♦

Quite popular among his age group, James can also be a polite, social individual seeming to be the anchor in almost any group he finds himself in. His manners are solid but he will joke around, tease, let loose and just have fun when around those he knows he can trust. He is not above being the "that guy" at the party that people will tell stories about for years to come. He has an incredible sense of humor that makes talking to him quite easy and even has a bitter, sarcastic edge to him that keep him almost a mystery to those who don't know him well. He enjoys telling stories of his younger days as a rebellious criminal moving from one thing to the next - especially the stories that involve narrowly escaping conviction. Though he will never outright admit it, James misses the life he once held before settling down with a wife and from time to time can be found in a situation worthy of a story one day. And he absolutely loves it.

James cares about appearances more than almost anything else. Whether it comes to the way he physicality looks, to the way he appears to others in certain situations. This has made James to look like a bit of an asshole more times than not, simply because he's the kind of guy that cares what other people think. He feels like he has a reputation to keep despite what it might do to those he is closest to in order to remain feeling "cool" and accepted by his peers.

When it comes to his werewolf nature, James is a far cry from what others would classify as a true-blooded wolf. He is nothing like the ruthless, reckless beast that has been seen time and time again among his people - his alpha had taught him better than that. He has the upmost respect for Zoé and is perhaps the only person he will do anything for without fighting back - a respect he doesn't even give his wife on some occasions. He loves and respects his family, but when it comes to the hierarchy of his pack, his every instinct tells him to follow his alpha. No matter what. He will defend both to his last dying breath without question if it is what is needed, though tries to avoid conflict as much as possible despite the fact that he was ballsy enough to run away with Sombra without permission from anyone but each other.

Loyalty and respect go far with James. It angers him when people use others in order to get something done or take credit for deeds that someone else has done. He is an honest man and prefers to deal with his problems with people face-to-face rather than talk behind someone's back and gripe about it. He's a man of quick resolution and absolutely detests when problems get "swept under the rug" to be dealt with another day, because he knows that day might never come. Though when it comes to the well-being of his wife or pack, James would not stop at the chance to let the wolf within do what it has to do in order to keep them from being used in this manner. Though even in his wolf form, James is not a fan of violence and will only resort to such behavior if he feels that he has no other choice. And though he might go after someone expressing idiotic behavior or killing an innocent person, James is unsure if he could actually ever kill them despite how much they deserve it.

Likes:
✔ His family and pack.
✔ Loyalty and respect.
✔ Indian food.
✔ Social drinking.
✔ Darts and pool.

Dislikes:
✘ People threatening his family, and his pack.
✘ Bullying and racism.
✘ Senseless violence.
✘ Fighting within the pack.
✘ Seafood.

Hobbies:
James enjoys the casual/social drinking scene which includes activities such as darts and pool. He has gotten quite good at both of these games over the years and has even started getting into hustling in order to get more money out of his bets. When his "check-liver light" comes on and James needs a break from the bar crowd, he enjoys working out and going off-roading in his truck though he rarely finds time to do this on his own as his job is very demanding. One of the advantages of being a firefighter, however, is being able to work out while on duty in one of the gyms at the stations.

Strengths:
⚜ Fiercely loyal - James is, and always will be, loyal to Zoé above all other people. Though he is just as loyal to his wife, Sombra, if a situation were to come up where he had to choose loyalty between the two of them, James feels as though he would be compelled to choose Zoé.

⚜ His family and pack - James feels as though he is strong on his own, but with the knowledge that he has so many people behind him, having his back, James feels as though he has become ten times stronger. He will fight for them under any situation and is even willing to risk his life for each and every one of them, despite if they feel the same way about him.

⚜ Determination - James has a will that is unbreakable by most any means. Once he sets his mind on something, he sets out and has to do it, even if it means going behind people's backs that he knows would stop him, such as his wife.

Weaknesses:
☠ His family and pack - Though considered a strength, the fact that he will do literally anything for them also makes this a weakness. Should someone do enough research on James and the way he operates, they could get enough ammunition to use his family and pack against him to do their bidding.

☠ Regressing to old habits - James misses his old life. He misses the adrenaline rushes and the social life he had before deciding to run off with Sombra and getting married. Though the two of them have a great life together, James tends to make excuses to at least be able to go to a bar every once in a while and have a couple drinks with his friends and play pool. But that, even sometimes, isn't enough.

☠ Kind hearted - James can be too soft for his own good. He does not condone senseless violence which usually leads to him taking the first hit, and even possibly quite a few after that. He believes that there can be good in everyone, and that every problem has a peaceful solution, though the type of people he associates himself with do not share his line of thinking.

Brief Biography:
A third-generation native to Klamath Falls, James was the first born of two in the Burke family - the last name itself carrying quite a positive reputation around the town and putting quite a bit of pressure on him and his sister as they grew up, expected to be perfect children. Before Miranda was even born, James was a very active, difficult child from the moment he could stand on his own two feet. His sister was born when he was only five and though while most children his age would have reservations about having a sibling, James was over the moon to have a baby sister he could look out for and take care of. He was incredibly attentive to her and kept a watchful eye on her always, even as she grew into a "tough girl" persona which he always found to be quite charming and even a little bit adorable.

As James entered into his teen years, his knack for getting into trouble only increased and seemed to even get more dangerous for him. This streak in him, of course caused many fights within his family as he had a name and reputation to hold up but James just couldn't find it in himself to care enough to quit having his fun. Seeing her brother constantly in trouble confused his sister greatly, which hurt James in the special place of his heart reserved for her, but he didn't dare show it - not if he wanted to keep his own "bad boy" persona up. His family had one reputation to keep, and he had another. But he never stopped looking after Miranda.

It was also during these years that James met a set of twins - Alexander and Sombra. Being the same age he was, James got along quite well with Alexander and the two eventually became the best of friends. But what James hadn't counted on was developing strong feelings for Alex's sister, Sombra, who also seemed to have a knack for trouble. The two of them hooked up on occasion without telling anyone, knowing that it would put a strain on his friendship with Alex. Miranda eventually found out, expressing her own disapproval to James simply for the fact that Sombra didn't exactly help to discourage James getting into trouble.

And they did. James and Sombra were quite the pair when they began to hang out with each other more openly. What was considered petty crimes turned into much larger ones - starting fights, breaking and entering, tagging and even thievery. Because of Sombra's expertise in computer hacking, everything they did seemed to be so easy and the small handful of times they got caught, James took all the blame for. Sombra was his goddess and just like Miranda, he would protect her to the ends of Earth and back again a hundred-thousand times over. Their criminal escapades didn't exactly earn James any brownie points with Sombra's mother, being the chief of police. But neither of them even seemed to care so long as they were together and met each challenge of whoever attempted to keep them apart.

It was during one of their sneak-out-to-meet stunts that changed both of their lives together. Getting rather intimate in the back of his truck out in the country, the two were attacked by a supernatural creature - something neither of them understood to be a Werewolf until they noticed the strange things happening to them. The woman who had saved them from the initial attack, ironically enough, was Sombra's aunt and apparently, the Alpha Werewolf of Klamath Falls. She turned their worlds upside down as she began to explain the supernatural world and that she had been involved in it this whole time. James and Sombra would have died for sure if it hadn't been for Zoé, as she was forced into biting them to turn rather than kill as the first Werewolf had.

It was enough of a traumatic experience for James to want to start getting his life back on track. He was a new pup and naive to the supernatural world. Zoé ended up saving his butt quite a few times more as he tried to get used to things. He built a very strong respect for his Alpha and created a trust that could not be broken by any means and quickly adapted to the life of a Werewolf - a life with his pack. He kept what he was from everyone outside of his pack, including even his little sister Miranda which he used to be able to talk to about anything.

James' streak of getting into trouble began to diminish as he was more focused now on his new abilities and helping Sombra with hers. He didn't exactly understand how or why, but it seemed that his relationship with Sombra had even grown stronger than it had been before they had been turned. He ached to tell Alex and Miranda everything, but knew that it would only hurt and confuse them if he did. So to make things easier on everyone, James and Sombra skipped town with out a word to anyone save for Zoé. He owed his Alpha at least that much.

They moved to Los Angeles, California, where James eventually landed himself a job as a firefighter after a few years of struggling and trying to make ends meet. Never did he think that their lives would bring them back to Klamath Falls where everything happened, and that their lives would once more be thrown for a loop.

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Type of Werewolf: An Omega werewolf, James is a member of the Klamath Falls pack, and as such is considered to be stronger than rogue werewolves due to the support they gain from the rest of the pack. As an Omega werewolf, James's eyes glow yellow in color.

Werewolf Abilities:
As a werewolf, James has the following powers and abilities:

Shape Shifting: James can change his appearance, allowing him to take on a humanoid werewolf form or an animal form. He prefers to stick to the latter.

Superhuman Strength: James is much stronger than most humans and even some other supernatural creatures, and is able to lift up to five tons.

Night Vision: James can see clearly at night and therefore does not fear the dark.

Retractable Claws and Fangs: James can control when his claws and fangs come out and retreat back in at will. Though sometimes, when angered, he is unable to control them coming out.

Heightened Senses: James can smell, see and hear far better than any human, ranging from a few meters, to up to a mile away; also due to having more control than other werewolves (both in his pack and lone), James has the ability to sense illness and, in some cases, the onset of an epileptic seizure.

Accelerated Healing: James heals quickly from most injuries and scars; and thanks to the initial bite, James has also been cured of all and any chronic illnesses like asthma, epilepsy or even cancer (both known and unknown), and now has an immunity to any disease.

Enhanced Agility: James can jump and climb at amazing speeds, leaping great distances of about thirty feet from the ground; he is also much faster than not only humans, but also some other supernatural creatures, able to run up to seventy miles per hour - James is also shown to have faster reflexes, allowing him to catch fast moving objects in mid-air, such as arrows or even lacrosse balls; his reflexes are fifteen times faster than that of a normal human.

Enhanced Strength: James is much stronger than humans.

Pain Transference: James, by touch, can absorb the pain of a human, animal, or supernatural creature, and can (at times) even go so far as to "heal" in some cases, though this ability takes a lot of mental energy out of him.

Memory Transference: James can transfer (give or take) memories by inserting his claws into the nape of an individual's neck. This ability can establish mind-to-mind communication and, with practice, allow for memory manipulation or erasure. He has not had many chances to experiment or practice this.

Canine Control: James can calm down other canine animals, like dogs, and also make them attack on command; however, this particular ability has the opposite effect on cats and other felines much to his dismay.

Werewolf Perks and Quirks:
As a werewolf, James has the following perks and quirks:

⚜ Camera flashes and some video recording devices cause James's eyes to glow making him nearly impossible to photograph, however James has learned to control this effect if he knows about it beforehand.

⚜ In the dark, James's eyes seem to react to light like a regular canine with eye-shine.

⚜ James cannot become intoxicated by drinking alcohol due to his enhanced healing ability, making it impossible for his regulars and friends to out-drink him. Though he can maintain a pretty good buzz for a while.

⚜ Smelling chemo signals allows James to know what someone is feeling.

⚜ James can control his healing ability, though only while he's conscious.

⚜ James, like other werewolves, has a tendency to draw a spiral to symbolize his intent for revenge.

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Other:

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"30 Seconds to Mars" - Hurricane.

Lyrics:
No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave
No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe
No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain
Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go?
As days go by, the night's on fire

Tell me would you kill to save a life?
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right?
Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn
This hurricane's chasing us all underground

No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget
No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret
There is a fire inside of this heart
And a riot about to explode into flames
Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?

Ooooooo-ooohhh Ooooooo-ooohhh

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to torture for my sins?

Do you really want...
Do you really want me?
Do you really want me dead,
Or alive to live a lie?

Alder James

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Alder James

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"Please be patient with the bartender. Even a toilet can serve only one asshole at a time."
~ Alder James.

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General Information

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Name: Alder James.
Nick-Names: Al, Batman.
Gender: Male.
Species: Human.
Occupation: Head Bartender
Place Of Origin: Klamath Falls, Oregon.
Age: Twenty-Six Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 2nd of April, 1992.
Scent: Black Bod cologne, beer.

Appearance - Human (Twenty-Six Years Old):

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Relationship Status: In a relationship - It's complicated.
Sexuality: Straight.
Partner: Aubrey Hantzmon/Ashlynn Lysander.
Father: Lawrence James.
Mother: Coleen James.
Siblings: Renae James (Oldest sister), Lori James (Second oldest sister - deceased), Amy James (Third oldest sister - lives in Utah), Blaine James (Older brother - lives in Corvallis, Oregon).
Pet/s: None

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Relationships

"You have to know, without a shadow of a doubt, that everything you would ever do for her... she would do the same."
~ Alder James.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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Personality:
♦ Stubborn ♦ Determined ♦ Romantic ♦ Funny ♦ Creative ♦ Insecure ♦ Technical ♦

Alder has always been hard-headed. Having always wanted or needed attention from his older siblings, everything became a competition to prove that he could be just as smart as they were, or that he could be on their intellect. He likes making points or bringing up technicalities in conversation, though those who don't know him too well consider his conversations more of an argument.

He finds it hard to put into words what is on his mind or what he is feeling and often-times expresses himself by means of music or writing. His creative side ranges from creative writing, expressive drawing, playing music and coming up with spontaneous ideas that could potentially become a plot for a movie or video game.

When he sets his mind on something, Alder will not take no, or defeat as an answer. When something sticks true to his heart, he will fight for what he wants until he gets it. He is stubborn by nature and almost always refuses help from other people, wanting - needing to do things on his own. However on the rare occurrence that he does rely on someone else, he has more than likely given in to his insecurities, making him a fragile, angry mess.

Socially he is quite popular, seemingly. At work, he is a big thing and all of the regulars and co-workers seem to love him. He's funny, quirky, and almost always smiles and knows how to treat the customers like friends (with the benefit of being able to cut them off whenever he wants). He even gets invited to their parties (which is weird coming from the regulars who are all almost in their forties or older) but when it comes down to it, Alder doesn't have any one person he can truly call a best friend, anymore. The girl he has fallen in love with over the internet and met a few times was that person, but she has since found someone else to call her best friend, labeling him as simply "still trying to figure it out." His friendships no longer run blood-deep like in high school, but seem to be on the surface only, which helps very little when it comes to his insecurities. Even his own girlfriend he isn't sure what to make of entirely yet.

Romantically, Alder puts everything out there, making the person he loves know without a shadow of a doubt as to where his head is. He buys gifts and organizes events. He can even be sappy by coordinating their every day lives into the little things that have built their relationship, such as taking his girlfriend to Lake Tahoe (a surprise) when the subject matter of Tahoe was how they first met. He remembers the little things, such as favorite song, smell, color, even how she likes her hair to be played with in specific areas. He's a great snuggler and a solid rock within the relationship so long as things are good. Though his insecurities often lead him into believing things that aren't there, which have caused many problems.


Likes:
✔ Beer.
✔ DC/Marvel Comics and Superhero Movies/TV shows.
✔ Legos and other random nerd collectables.
✔ Disney/Fairy tales.
✔ Animals of all kinds.
✔ Sports.
✔ Music.
✔ The color red.
✔ Video games.

Dislikes:
✘ Not being told the whole truth.
✘ Getting put on the back burner for someone else.
✘ Early mornings.
✘ Organized religion.
✘ Hate on the LGBTQ community.
✘ Tweakers.
✘ Sleepless nights.
✘ His own insecurities.
✘ Being alone at night.

Hobbies:
Having just graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Game Art and Design, Alder has a lot more free time than what he knows what to do with. While working more hours as a bartender, usually on his off days or after shift, he can still be found at work with a beer in hand and chatting it up with his regulars and employees. He also spends a good amount of time playing video games, chatting on Skype and bar-hopping with close friends.

Strengths:
⚜ Loyal- When it comes to people he cares about, Alder is quick to put them first. He is solid when it comes to keeping secrets for others, making him a reliable go-to person that many people find comfort in going to for venting. There isn't anything he wouldn't do when it comes to the people he loves and his motives are never questioned. When someone he loves is in trouble, or someone is giving someone he cares about a hard time, Alder is not afraid to tear that person down and make them feel worthless. No one messes with those he cares for.

⚜ Handy-man- Alder's father taught him at a very young age how to take care of the house in the ways that mean being a man. He knows how to split and stack wood, mow the lawn, check circuit breakers and fix petty little repairs that most people would have to call a repair man for. He can fish and camp on his own, clean and cook fish and if he really wants to, cook up a fantastic meal to feed quite a few people.

⚜ Fun-Loving- In general, Alder is a really easy guy to like. A bit of a social chameleon, Alder's personality adapts to certain people that he is around, especially when dealing with different waves of regulars that come in and out of the bar. Some people he can talk sports to all day, while others need a more personal approach to give advice on their daughters problems, while a third group he can talk sex and farts. He's seen as fun, compassionate, easy-going and love hearing the stories he has to share about his younger mishaps.

Weaknesses:
☠ Insecure- Alder doesn't have a whole lot of self-confidence. Everything he ever had when it came to relationships outside of his family was just settling. He's had his fair share of using and even abusive girlfriends that got him nowhere, which made him believe that he wasn't good enough for anything else. So when presented with the possibility of what it is that he wants, he often times casts doubt, not wanting to be hurt again.

☠ Jealous- Alder doesn't do very well being "second best" in almost anything. Competitive by nature, Alder simply just likes to win. Whether it be coming in second in a college bowl pool, or having his girl looking at someone else, Alder doesn't like it. Though he keeps quiet about his jealousy most times, if things continue to pile up that feed into his securities, he will be due to explode.

☠ Impulsive- Learning how to live life the way he wants, Alder has quickly come to realize that he is rather impulsive despite it being a trait from the start. Despite his usual organized nature, there are times when a certain opportunity will present himself and Alder will delve in head-first into the situation without thinking too much on it. Examples being buying an Xbox one when he didn't exactly have the money, or falling in love with a girl who already had a boyfriend.


Brief Biography:
Born the youngest of five, Alder was never really expected to be much of anything. After the murder of his sister Lori when he was only two, his parents practically gave up in raising him the way that they had his other siblings. He grew up never knowing Lori, but the massive amount of friends his family had made it near impossible for Alder to escape any stories and legacies she left behind.

Being considerably younger than the rest of his siblings, they took to being his baby sitter for most of his life. His father was a firefighter, and hardly ever home, but Alder idolized him above anyone else in his family. Though he was never allowed a puppy like he always wanted, Alder spent a good portion of his time with his family, mostly camping or doing get-togethers for food. He felt somewhat secluded from his older siblings, though he and Blaine had a decent relationship. It wasn't until he was eighteen and graduated from high school did his older siblings start to want to bond with him. Generational gaps amongst siblings is never easy.

He managed to graduate on a somewhat higher level of academics than his peers, though he wasn't anything significantly special. Most of high school he spent it drinking and skipping, though used his charm on his teachers to always find a way to get a good grade. During his senior year, he became quite serious with a girl he eventually married at age twenty. However as soon as they said their "I do's" something changed in their relationship that eventually spiraled down into almost nothing.

Alder just grew to accept that his relationship was the way it was. However finding a friend online he had common interests in, that friendship slowly developed into something more romantic, though by pure accident. Alder realized quickly what he was missing in his marriage and found it in the girl he met online. He knew what he wanted, finally, and decided he no longer wanted to live a life of settling. The straw that broke the camels back came when he found out that his wife had been lying to him about finances, and unable to take it anymore, Alder divorced his wife and became more involved with the woman he met online, despite her having a boyfriend.

Since then, Alder has gotten a job at Mia and Pias and what started out as a simple dish washing job turned into Alder becoming the Head Bartender at the parlor. He has gone to Australia once to meet the girl he knew he was in love with and she has come to visit him. Both times, they experimented with a relationship, though each time she has gone back to her boyfriend. However a promise remains in the air, a promise he is willing to be patient for. Because she is everything he could ever want, and he knows that she loves him too.

Though as two years turned into three, and then three into four, and graduating college, Alder became restless and impatient. A girl, seemingly out of nowhere, suddenly waltzed into his life and at first, deciding to date the girl to make Ashlynn jealous, turned into a pretty decent relationship. Though he was honest with his girlfriend out front about everything - about being in love with another woman and unsure what kind of relationship they could have together. His girlfriend was understanding and patient, which made Alder feel even worse. He's still unsure what he wants to do, though he doesn't have a doubt in his mind that if Ashlynn were to come out and say "be with me" he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

He feels like he's in a state of limbo - he wants to move on and get a better job, but he's also very comfortable with the job he has, but he also doesn't want his degree to go to waste. He's put in for a few different jobs, though nothing too serious. He's simply just waiting for the right time and circumstance.

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Supernatural Information

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Other Information

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Other:
Alder suffers from chronic depression that was passed down to him genetically by his father. He began medication for it when he was just twelve years old, however now as an adult, Alder didn't want to become dependent on any drug and quit taking them. With his girlfriend/not girlfriend in his life, it helps him out a great deal and he feels fine. However, when she isn't there, it's very easy for him to spiral down into a crash landing that not even sleep can help.

Diagnosed at fourteen years old, Alder has a condition called Long QT Syndrome. It is a condition that relates to the heart - an irregular heart beat. There are times when his heart just decides to stop, which results in him losing consciousness which has been dangerous in the past. He has passed out in parking lots, church, and even at work. Though older now, he has somewhat of an idea as to how to know when it is coming and can prepare himself so he doesn't fall where he can get injured. He has been in and out of hospitals and treated like a guinea pig, as the doctors don't seem to know exactly what is wrong. He has had two heart surgeries, the latest being done only a few months ago.

Alder isn't an avid smoker, however when stress gets to him he will indulge in a cigarette or two to help take off the edge. However he has taken to purposefully leaving his cigarettes at home so he doesn't smoke at work.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"Breaking the Habit" by Linkin Park.

Lyrics:
Memories consume like opening the wounds
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose
'cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight

Clutching my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more than any time before
I have no options left again
I don't want to be the one the battles always choose
'cause inside I realize that I'm the one confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight

I'll paint it on the walls
'cause I'm the one at fault
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends

I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
But now I have some clarity to show you what I mean
I don't know how I got this way
I'll never be alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight

Xerxes Arvanitis

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"If I can live my life knowing that I was able to save the life of just one other, then everything was completely worth it."
~ Xerxes Arvanitis.

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Name: Xerxes Arvanitis.
Nick-Names: Doctor X, Xerks.
Gender: Male.
Species: Angel.
Occupation: Surgical Doctor
Place Of Origin: Corinth, Greece.
Age: Thirty-Eight Years Old.
Date Of Birth: 14th of August, 1978.
Scent: Amber, Vanilla Musk.

Appearance - Human (Thirty-Eight Years Old):



Appearance - Angel Wings:

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Relationship Status: Single.
Sexuality: Straight.
Partner: None.
Father: Thanasis Arvanitis (Lives in Greece).
Mother: Agathe Arvanitis (Lives in Greece).
Siblings: None.
Pet/s: Xerxes bought his daughter a Rottweiler puppy a few years back and though it is technically her dog, he seems to like the dog just as much as she does.
Other: Xerxes has a teenage daughter that he loves and cares for. She is his entire world.

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Relationships

"A daughter needs a father to be the standard against which she will judge all men."
~ Xerxes Arvanitis.

⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~ ☮ Friends ~*~ ♫ Best Friends ~*~ § Tense ~*~ ♥ Crush ~*~ ⚤ Significant Other ~*~ ☠ Enemies ~*~ ♦ Unsure

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Personality:
♦ Fun Loving ♦ Incredibly Protective ♦ Compassionate ♦ Sociable ♦ Patient ♦ Insightful ♦ Iron-Willed ♦

Xerxes grew up knowing what it was to need things. His parents struggled to keep them afloat financially while still trying to provide the best life possible for him. Watching that struggle for a great many years, it humbled Xerxes' heart to be grateful for what he had, but also to not be afraid to strive for more. Though always seen with a rather goofy smile on his face, deep down, Xerxes is a rather insightful individual that tends to think on moments in his past as he no longer has to fear for his future.

His fierce determination at giving himself and his family a better life pushed Xerxes to the limits while he was in school. He even worked a few jobs outside of school to save up money to attend college where he knew he wanted to help people. Even when it became tough, his iron-will pushed him through his own limits, resulting in the man graduating top of his class and having the means to move to America where he could get the best college education as a doctor.

He has a daughter that he would lasso the moon for, if she asked. He keeps her under careful surveillance though knows that she is at the age where she is due privacy and freedom. It kills him inside, seeing her growing up so fast, and is still adjusting to the role of her best friend and father is starting to change. Though that doesn't keep him from scaring away a boy or two that has come over that he felt might be interested in her.

His years as a successful doctor keep him a patient, resilient man, always ready for the next task at saving a life. Though not always successful, Xerxes is the kind of guy that will go over and beyond any regular doctor when it comes to sharing the bad news with the family. He is courageously compassionate and loves with a heart that isn't quite capable of any humans biology.

Quite sociable at work, Xerxes is that one doctor that his coworkers are always inviting to parties and special events. Though he chooses these outings carefully, as his daughter is always his first priority. Though when amongst friends, his infectious smile and almost boyish attitude make everyone feel comfortable in his presence.


Likes:
✔ His daughter.
✔ Animals of almost all kinds, especially lions.
✔ Living life without financial worry.
✔ A cold beer.
✔ Thunderstorms.
✔ Sports.
✔ The color orange.

Dislikes:
✘ Teenage girl hormones.
✘ Fighting with his daughter.
✘ Having to be the bad guy.
✘ Not having a mother for his daughter - not having a wife.
✘ Self-centered attitudes.
✘ Most teenage boys.
✘ Sleepless nights.

Hobbies:
Xerxes is a rather busy man and has very little personal time outside of the hospital. However, whatever time he does have he tends to spend with his daughter. Whether it be camping, horseback riding, taking her to a sports game or watching movies at home, he is happiest when the two of them are bonding. However, now that she is older and out doing her own things, Xerxes has become somewhat of a regular at Mia and Pia's for a beer or two a few times a week, either by himself or occasionally with friends.

Strengths:
⚜ Compassionate- Xerxes is a kind, gentle soul that usually goes beyond his reach to ensure that someone he cares about is being well taken care of. Even if he doesn't know the person directly, he is known to still show care and concern for those that are going through something hard and has even donated a good amount of money for various causes, surgeries, therapies and so on.

⚜ Surgical Hero- Xerxes is a skilled surgeon and one of the most sought-after at Sky Lakes Medical Center, even having enough feedback for those in the surrounding cities to want to be seen by him.

⚜ Fun-Loving- Xerxes has an infectious personality when not having to remain serious and concentrated while working. He loves making people laugh and feel good about themselves and telling stories that often puts him in the center of attention.

Weaknesses:
☠ Insecure- Xerxes spends a great deal of time at night wondering if he won't ever be able to find a mother for his daughter. Though he knows its his own fault, as after losing his daughters mother, he's afraid to open up again.

☠ Over Protective- with those he loves, it oftentimes causes problems between himself and whoever his best interests are in. It has drawn him apart from his daughter a number of times, especially as of recently.

☠ Only knows how to "man"- if it weren't for his daughter, Xerxes would be perfectly okay with coming home after work and popping in a TV dinner in the microwave. He doesn't cook for himself, as he never has time, nor does he do laundry or keep the house clean and instead hires people to do it for him if his daughter doesn't get to it first.

Brief Biography:
Xerxes was born the only child to two angels, Thanasis and Agathe. Though they wanted more children, financially there were unable to as Xerxes grew up in near poverty. He watched his parents struggle for years to keep them financially afloat for his behalf so that he could learn and go to school. So he made a decision at a very young age to be so successful, he and his family would never have to worry about money ever again.

He got himself a few jobs while in high school, saving up what he could to get his foot in the door of a college in America he had his eyes set on for a few years. He graduated top of his class, and after giving his parents what money he could spare, he left Greece to brave America where he knew his dreams could come true. He spent a good number of years studying on becoming a doctor, knowing that not only could he help people, but he could get paid very well for it as well. While in college, he met a woman who he had a brief relationship with. Though intent on marrying her, even after she had his child, he never got the chance as Leukemia became a very sudden factor in her life, and took it very shorty after. Xerxes felt that he was to blame - if he had studied harder, he could have found a cure to save her. He still feels that sense of helplessness and never wants to have to revisit anything like it ever again.

He raised his daughter on his own after that, miraculously graduating college and landing a job at the local hospital. As he grew as a doctor, his skills improved so much that he was able to have his choice in whatever hospital he wanted. After doing some extensive research, he decided to move himself and his daughter to Portland, Oregon where he could continue his practice at OHSU. The two of them spent a great number of years there, but the drama in the medical field began to grow, making Xerxes' hair start to gray. He wanted no part of it. So shortly after, he transferred to a small town in Oregon called Klamath Falls where he could continue to excel in his profession where the drama was so much less.

He has been living in Klamath Falls ever since. Still a bit new to the area, having only lived there for two years, his reputation as one of the best doctors Sky Lakes Medical Center has ever seen is starting to spread. Now that his future is secured, he's starting to think back on his past, more notably getting worried that his daughter might never have a mother again. He is able to buy her anything she could ever want... except for that.

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Angel Information

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Type of Angel: The Earthly Guardians (a type of angel) are guardians that reside and act on Earth assigned to protect it from demons, vampires, werewolves, Old Ones and evil gods by the Celestial Court. As both of his parents are angels, Xerxes has rather strong genetic traits that are quite powerful for an angel, though Xerxes spends his time in helping humans in a different way than from other supernaturals.

Angel Abilities:
As an Angel, Xerxes has the following powers and abilities:

Elemental Magic: Angel magic draws from the earth, air, fire and water in various forms. Its power is enhanced or weakened by the strength of the user. Xerxes is able to and has used almost every form of elemental magic in one way or another, however prefers more subtle uses of magic that can aid him in saving a life, such as directing blood away from a clot or to drain fluid from lungs.

Super Senses: Angels have learned to control their senses of hearing, vision, taste, touch and smell. Their senses are as advanced as Vampires.

Telepathy: Angels can communicate non verbally, using their mental senses depending on the guardian they can communicate with someone around the world.

Empathy: Angels are able to sense and control the emotions of others. While able to choose to not change someone's emotions, Xerxes has a hard time turning off that part of him that is able to pick up on other people's emotions.

Sacred Blood: The blood of an Angel is the ultimate weapon used to destroy all evil creatures of the Universe. It is the only weapon that can completely destroy the Old Ones and prevent their resurrection. Xerxes has never had to use this ability, however.

Flight: Having been gifted with beautiful wings that support his entire body, Xerxes is able to fly over long distances without much fatigue and has even flown himself to Greece a time or two to visit with his parents. He is able to hide the wings in his back when amongst humans and prefers to keep them that way even when alone, but is able to control when they come out.

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Other Information

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Other: None at this time.

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Theme Song

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Theme Song:
"The Sound of Silence" by Disturbed.

Lyrics:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools" said I,
"You do not know, silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming
And the signs said,
"The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence

Rain Storm

-coming soon-

Tyreke Clazecorta

-coming soon-

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

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Cyrus Saenz

Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London and somewhere in the ocean.
^{Interacting With: Himself.}

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Cyrus watched helplessly as the girl slipped from his grasp. Really? Had his palm been sweaty? Or did she simply lack the willpower to live? Or maybe she simply let go, choosing death over facing him after she planted her face in his lap by a welcome accident. The bottom line was that he got down on the floor of the plane in his three-piece suit for nothing. And now it was probably ruined.

Pushing himself up against the force of the plane going down, Cyrus opened up the window shade to see if he couldn't look outside. Blackness. The only thing visible from the flashing lights on the wing of the plane. His eyes glanced towards the emergency exit door he had sat next to... if he could just get it open.

Throwing his weight around, Cyrus eventually made it over. The million stickers on the door with instructions was easy enough to understand, and with quite a bit of strain in his shoulders, eventually popped the door open. The force of gravity, however, ripped the door from it's hinges and flipped away from the plane to land god knew where. Cyrus held onto the back seat of the chair, eyes looking out at the black void beside him.

And then he heard it. Above all of the screaming, creaking and groaning and wind... Cyrus heard water. Wreckage from the plane had reached the Earth before the plane had, and if he could hear it, Cyrus knew that he had only seconds before the plane would make impact.

Well... it was better to jump now and hope for the best rather than fight the pressure of a sinking plane once it hit.

Knuckles white, Cyrus hesitated. This could very well be it - his last hurrah. He said a quick prayer, and then forced hold on the seat to go lax, allowing the outside air to suck him away from the plane.

He was stationary for a moment, simply floating. He couldn't make heads or tails of where he was in relation to the plane, let alone if he was right-side up or not. His body curled reflexively, arms wrapping around himself and simply waited. One way or another, this would be over soon.

Suddenly, the wind got knocked out of him. He couldn't breathe. And when he gasped for breath, water filled his lungs. He coughed, his body trying to get rid of the salt water but it just left his throat and chest stinging. His eyes shut tightly, his hands reaching up to grab at his throat as if that would help the pain. He was going to drown, no doubt about it. It was over. He had failed...

His head hit the surface and Cyrus was greeted with the idea of life. Choking and sputtering, his legs kicked furiously to keep his bobbing head afloat. He was alive.

"I've done it!" he screamed out, his throat tearing from the onslaught of ocean water still remaining inside. His arms flapped around, legs still kicking as his eyes opened. All around him was absolute carnage. A wooden briefcase floated across the water's surface and bumped him on the shoulder. Throwing his arms around it, Cyrus used the now somewhat submerged, mock-flotation device to give his body a rest.

And that was when the cold kicked in.

A shiver rolled down his spine as a chill reached all the way to his bones. He hunched his back, trying to preserve warmth though from where he wasn't entirely sure. No doubt about it now, his suit was completely ruined.

"H-Help!" Cyrus called out, though only half-heartedly. He didn't want to embarrass himself too much, and he wasn't even really sure what he was asking help for. All he knew was that he desperately desired warmth, a long cotton robe, and a tumbler of whiskey. "P-please! I- I gotta get out!"

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

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Jayla Blaze, Ky’ vie Jones and Kalinda Roth

Location: The Courtyard; The Academy.
^{Interacting With: Each other, and Simon Jones
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Kalinda bit her lip as someone approached Ky’ vie, sighing softly to herself. She glanced about, deciding that she ought to just slip away, and yet she thought that that might bring more attention to herself. Which wasn’t what she wanted- she didn’t want to feel people’s emotions and know who they belonged too… it was hard being in any sort of social situation, but the closer she was to people the worse it was. It hadn’t been too bad to deal with the baby and Ky’ vie, but she knew it would get worse if more people joined.

Did she want to be known as a social pariah? Isn’t that why she came here, to learn and let her live a somewhat normal life? She still hesitated as the new girl approached Ky’ vie, shuffling her feet slightly.

She realized she couldn’t leave anyway, she still held one of Ky’ vie’s bags. Nevertheless, she tried to hide a bit behind Ky’ vie. ”A friend?”

“..Jayla…”

Having turned towards the voice, her bright red lips parting slightly from one another in simple surprise, Ky’ vie stared almost dumbfoundedly at the woman she never thought she would be seeing again in a million years. What was she even doing here..?

“..bloody hell; I never thought-... W-What are you doing here..?” A smile spreading out over her lips, her body relaxing further now with the knowledge she knew someone else (other than Kalinda) at the academy, Ky stepped forward, her hand breaking away from around her son so that she could reach out, motioning towards the woman in question as she allowed her eyes to roam clearly up and down her figure, “..damn, I’ve missed you... Ya lookin’ great; how the hell have you been..?”

"I'd imagine that I'm probably here for the same kind of reason you are... more or less..." Jayla replied, sounding a bit reserved in her tone and her eyes still on the child Ky' vie shifted around in her arms a bit. She had known Ky' vie from before... or at least she thought she did. Not once did she have any reason to believe that there was more to her than... well just a normal girl who liked to street-race, swear and do body shots. So many body shots.

Kalinda stood there, feeling more than a little awkward as the two talked. She once more thought about leaving, but that would be rude. And she didn’t want to be rude. Hesitating she clasped her hands, twisting her fingers slightly as she tried to figure out what to do. She opted for staying quiet, at least for the moment. Ky’ vie had a right to greet an old friend, and Kalinda envied her that.

“..yeah; I’d say so…” The smile lingering over her lips, taking a moment to relish in the thought of having Jayla back in her life, Ky eventually shook out of it, her eyes following her friends gaze down to the sleeping child still curled up in her arms, “..o-oh… God, yeah, uhm…”

Introductions were seriously in order. How the hell had she managed to forget something like that..? Guess it was just easy to lose yourself when your past came back to haunt you. Lifting her attention a little higher, her eyes moving to the other woman who had fallen silent, Ky gave them both a rather sheepish smile, using her free hand to motion between the two women as she spoke, eventually bringing her hand back to her son, “..Kalinda, this is my mate Jayla… Jayla, this is Kali- this sheila’s a lifesaver; dunno how I woulda managed without her help this morning, honestly… and, uhm… and this is my son… Simon…”

Son?

The prior introduction went in one ear and out the other after the startling revelation. Ky' vie had a kid? Jayla blinked, her mind trying to process the strange fact. She didn't have the kid before when she visited Australia with her father, did she? The memories were a bit fuzzy - admittedly she tried to forget them as quickly as possible once she returned to the states. Why waste time on happy thoughts when it was a for-sure thing they couldn't happen again? At least, that's what she thought until now. It was clear that there was a lot about Ky' vie that she didn't know, the fact that she was even here said that loud and clear. And for some reason that stung Jayla a bit.

"Wow. Um... how did-?" Did she seriously just ask without asking on how it happened? Well she knew how it happened... but... why? And then it hit her. Ky' vie had a dick of a boyfriend that she had mentioned a few times while they had been running together - even saw the wreckage second-hand after one of his temper tantrums. She never met the guy... and she didn't want to. But... judging by how old the kid looked... the timing might have just been right.

"Ky..."

She didn’t need to hear more… she already knew what Jayla was asking. Hesitant, shifting slightly over being put on the spot, Ky’ vie dropped her head, her smile fading; features showing her shame over the matter as she nodded, the action light as she confirmed what she knew the woman already assumed, “..yeah…”

"So... you back with him, then?" Jayla asked, obviously struggling with trying to put any enthusiasm into her voice.

“..not since I told him I was pregnant… about two and a half years ago…”

”Ah.” The fucking bastard. No… don’t get angry. Not here…

Kalinda shied away from the emotions from both girls, grimacing slightly. She knew she had to get use to it, but… she didn’t particularly enjoy it. At the spark of anger, she flinched, her own hands curling into fists- whether because of the anger or to try and remain in control, she wasn’t too sure. She let out a somewhat shaky breath, before clearing her throat, ”Sorry… I didn’t mean to interrupt… “

Her attention drawn back to Kalinda for a moment, her body once more shifting, Ky’ vie cleared her own throat, her hand lifting to gently brush a few stray strands of hair from her face, “..no… no, don’t be... I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to put a damper the mood like that…”

A small whimper came from Simon, a very tired and fussy sound that indicated that he would soon be waking on not very pleasant terms. His hand bunched up the leather of Ky' vie’s jacket, his head turning from one side to the other as he fought waking up. But sleep lost, and Simon began to cry.

As the boy began to fuss, Kalinda turned away slightly as if that could stop the influx of emotions from the toddler. She had hoped that he would stay asleep… but that hadn’t happened, and now the rather potent emotions washed over her. With horror, she could feel tears pricking her own eyes, and she hurriedly sought for something that she could do. ”um… “ She didn’t think she could do anything, not without risking harm to the boy.

It was a practiced movement- instinctual. A loving expression taking over her features, her eyes softening, quashing any sign of awkwardness from moments before, Ky’ vie lifted a hand from his body, holding it in front of them both, giving him the chance to watch as she curled her fingers slightly; a gentle spark passing between them before her hand caught ablaze, the flames dancing about for a few moments until eventually, they began to change in shape, taking on the form of several kangaroo’s.

“..shh… shh, it’s okay… mummy is here…”

Lips pressing gently against the crown of his head, her body bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet as she rocked soothingly back and forth, Ky turned her focus to the fire in her hand, her fingers moving like the strings on a puppet as she caused the small animals to move about over her palm.

Lifting his head, hearing his mother's soothing voice, Simon's whimpering slowed. His big, blue eyes focused on her face, head tilting slightly though keeping it pressed against her chest as much as he could when his attention was then drawn to the fire kangaroos. He put the tip of his finger into his mouth, not really doing anything with it, and watched, sniffling.

Jayla's eyes were also focused on the flames. Fire. Ky' vie could control fire. She knew that she had to have some kind of ability to be here, but she wasn't exactly thinking along the same lines of one of her abilities.

"Owce cweme?" the small boy asked after a few moments, tilting his head back as far as his big head would allow so that he was looking back up at his mother.

As the child seemed soothed by Ky’ vie’s actions, Kalinda let out a slow breath, relieved. She still stayed where she was, and didn’t make an effort to move away, watching the scene. As the boy seemed to ask something, Kalinda hesitated once more. Would the boy become emotional again, if he didn’t get what he wanted?

”Is he okay?”

Nodding her head in response, her answer directed towards Kalinda even though she never once removed her gaze from her son, Ky smiled softly, the kangaroo's still hopping lightly about in her palm as she spoke, “..no ice-cream; we don’t have any, sweetie. But I will let you have a bikkie. Do you want a bikkie..?”

Sniffling, Simon sat up a bit in his mother's arms, his hands pulled into his chest where he could fidget with the tips of his fingers as he looked to the strangers he seemed to just realize were there. His lower lip was sticking out, quivering, the boy right on the verge of bursting into tears at the tiniest of things and rammed his head back into the nape of his mother's neck, turning his back to them and wrapping his little arms around Ky' vie's neck tightly. Then... he nodded.

She tried not to focus on the boy, but she just couldn’t help it. With no control over what she could and couldn’t feel, Kalinda sought something to take her attention away from it, hoping it would help ”Which bag are they in?” she asked softly, clasping her hands in front of her.

“..the batman bag.”

Nodding, Kalinda sought the right bag, shuffling through the accumulation of child things, brushing aside toys, colouring books and crayons before retrieving the cookies, figuring that that was the only thing that could be what Simon wanted, standing up to hold them out for Ky’ vie, pausing a moment as she realized the other girl had her hands full with the child and her flames. She opened the zip-lock bag, taking out one of the cookies out, sure it was one that she hadn’t seen before, holding it out for the boy.

Seeing one of the strangers handing him one of his favorite treats, Simon tentatively let go of his mother to reach out for the biscuit, taking it from the woman and attempted to shove the entire thing into his mouth.

As Simon took the cookie, Kalinda let her hand fall back to her side, brushing the crumbs absently from her gloved fingers. She gave him a smile, before she retrieved the bags she’d set down, putting them over one shoulder once more.

Mouthing an appreciative “..thank you…” to Kalinda, her attention turning back down to the boy in her arms, Ky lightly bounced him in her arms, “..slow down… you don’t have to eat it all at once, sweetie…”

As the child seemed sated, Kalinda shifted, feeling a little awkward. She had stuck around to be social, but how did one be social? Watching both girls, and the child that seemed intent on inhaling the cookie, It was clear that they knew each other, even if it seemed like they hadn’t seen each other in a few years. It made her feel a little intimidated even as she recognized she’d have to start from scratch with everyone here at the school. She swallowed, ”Uh… so, um…. What do we do now?’ that seemed like such a stupid question, and she shook her head at herself, ”Uh. I mean… What classes are you guys thinking of taking?”

”I…” Jayla tore her gaze away from the child she still couldn’t fathom existing to look at the young woman talking with them before shifting a glance over to Ky’ vie. ”...I’m not really sure I’m even sticking around that long yet.”

“..you’re not staying..?” Turning her head, her gaze locking with her friends, Ky’ vie felt her heart sink slightly. It had been years since she’d seen Jayla; and for a moment, the thought of being able to have one of her closest friends back in her life again-... She should have known better than to get her hopes up…

"I.. don't really know. I mean... my dad kind of just, dropped me off here without listening to what I had to say about it. He needs me right now and..." At this point, Ky' vie was literally the only thing holding her back. But... things would just be even more complicated with a kid in the mix, wouldn't it? "He's afraid I'll fuck something up... so he got me out of the way..."

“..still doesn’t think you can handle helping with his gigs..?”

A flicker of understanding crossing over her features, Ky nodded her head. Johnny was… a strange one in her eyes. He was a great father from what she could see; and well, she couldn’t deny that she felt a slight tinge of jealousy towards Jayla for it, but it was clear that while he was there for her, he never really took the time to actually listen to what she wanted, “..I don’t get why he won’t let you; I’ve seen your skills, you’re a bloody legend on the roads…”

Jayla shifted awkwardly. Even now, fully-knowing that Ky’ vie had some kind of “super” thing about herself, she still didn’t exactly want to open up about the Ghost Rider bit.

”...something like that, yeah.”

“..ah… so things haven’t really changed then…” Unable to hide the flicker of disappointment that crossed her eyes, disappearing as quickly as it came, Ky forced her lips to turn up in a small smile, “..well, if you go… I mean, it would suck; but… I understand. Ya gotta do what ya gotta do…”

Kalinda listened to the two girls talk, unable to help but put emotions to the words as she felt them. She couldn’t help but feel like there was, almost, an underlying conversation just in the emotions alone. As she tried to sort it all out in her head, and actually say something, her mind latched onto something and before she could think on it too much, Kalinda said softly ”But… why would your father drop you off here? Do… Do you have abilities?’ it seemed like such a personal question, but it also didn’t seem like one, given where they were.

”Sometimes…” Jayla responded to the young woman vaguely. ”It’s… complicated.”

Feeling like she was doing poorly with this social thing, Kalinda hesitated before nodding. ”I see… “ She tried to think if she could say something else, mulling it over for a few seconds, ”Maybe he’ll come back when it’s not so… complicated.”

Jayla laughed albeit dryly and shook her head. God what she would do to have a normal life again.

”Then I’m here for the rest of eternity, it seems.”

“..her dad’s rather… overprotective…” The flames dying in her palm, her hand returning back to her son, Ky’s smile faded slightly, her gaze flicking over to Kalinda for a minute before she brought it back to Simon, her touch gentle as she lightly wiped the tears away from his little cheeks.

”’Controlling” is the better word for it.”

“..attentive…”

”Well… then… “ Kalinda thought on the words, a little trepidatious. Eternity? Was that even an option? She shook her head, then shrugged, ”Isn’t attentive just another way of saying controlling without actually saying it? You can be attentive to detail, but when it comes to people… it can be controlling… “ She trailed off before she could ramble on, pausing a moment to make sure she wasn’t going to do so, ”Sorry… Kind of why I’m here, my mother is… attentive… “

”He’s just special… and I’ll leave it at that.” Jayla wasn’t even sure if this was arguing or not. Her social game needed some serious work. But that meant practicing interaction and… Jayla very much appreciated her own little fortress of solitude that was her bedroom.

”Fair enough.” Kalinda looked down at her clasped hands, trying to think of anything else she could say. She couldn’t even blame her hiatus from people for her lack of social skills. ”Well… You can stay, and if it doesn’t work, you can leave. Not like they are going to force us all to stay here against our will.”

”I know…” Her jaw clenched as she turned her head to look back towards where she had parked her car, and then to her bags and Mephisto's cage where she had left it before spotting Ky’ vie. No one was keeping her here but herself - she had already come to terms with that before getting sidetracked. After a soft silence, Jayla turned to look back at Ky’ vie, lifting her hand to rub the back of her neck, the action causing her already small frame to look even thinner than before. ”What did you come here for, exactly?”

“..a second chance…”

Hand falling back down from her son’s face, her gaze tearing away from him to instead once more meet with her friend, Ky’ vie sighed softly, thinking over her situation before starting to explain, “..when I had Simon… I dropped out of high school to raise him… started working full time at the garage; and everything I earn from racing go straight to helping make ends meet. When mister Stark reached out to me, inviting me to the academy… it was a chance at being able to provide him with a better life than what we had… sold a few bikes… a car or two... packed everything up, and took a chance… just hope it pays off…”

Jayla nodded, understanding. If, for some unknown and highly unrealistic reason, she was in Ky’ vie’s shoes, she probably would have done the same thing.

”They got a little babysitters club here for him?” she asked, curious as to how Ky’ vie could continue her schooling while watching Simon at the same time.

“..I’d assume so… would mister Stark really send me an invitation if he wasn’t aware of my situation, as well as my, uh… unique skills..?” Shifting slightly, clearly now worried by what she had brought up, Ky’ vie glanced down at Simon, unsure now if this had been the right choice for them.

Kalinda stayed silent in the conversation, watching both girls. She hesitated on speaking, before saying ”He might be aware, but would he have told anyone else? He seems the type to thrive on that sort of thing.” She said, shrugging ”But they seem very accommodating here.”

Jayla shrugged her bony shoulders. She wouldn’t know.

A sharp announcement overhead cut through the crowded and noisy students, the female voice seeming to come from everywhere. ”Will students please gather in the main courtyard. Headmaster Wayne has some important messages to deliver.”

Looking up at and around where Jayla thought the sound was coming from (though not seeing any speakers anywhere), Jayla eventually looked back to Ky’ vie, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

”Looks like that’s your cue…”

“..I guess…” Gaze flicking about the area for a moment, Ky’ vie brought her attention back to Jayla as she spoke. She wasn’t staying… once again, she was losing someone she cared about- but in this case… it was the second time she’d lost her. And she knew from their past experiences that there was usually no changing Jayla’s mind once she had made it. She was stubborn… it was just one of the reason’s she loved her.

Hesitating, though making her choice, she crouched down, placing her son back on his feet before she stood back up, closing the gap as she lifted her arms, wrapping them tightly around the back of her friends neck in a long overdue hug, “..wish you could stay, but… I get why you can’t… guess I’ll see ya ‘round…”

Fixing the strap of the bags on her shoulder as she pulled back, her hand reaching out to take a gentle hold of Simon’s; Ky’ vie gave it a gentle squeeze before she began to lead him away and further into the courtyard, giving the girl a small and slightly sad smile from over her shoulder before she turned her attention to Kalinda, and then, eventually brought it back down to the boy at her side, “..come on, Simon… time for us to go…”

Kalinda made sure she had everything, before she followed after Ky’ vie and Simon, towards the growing crowd of students and wondering if she’d regret it.

Swallowing her words of goodbye for the second time, all Jayla could do was nod. Hesitant, she finally willed herself to turn around and walk the short distance back to her things where she picked up her bag and cage and headed back towards her car.

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

Academy: A school for Heroes and Villains (open to all)

Benjamin Parker

_{Interacting with (in order): Arlic Aarvack (@dabombjk), Rembrandt Val-Jean LeBeau (@Almalthia), Phoebe Wayne-Isley (@Caits), Deon Howlette (myself), Uná O’Brian (@Almalthia), Connor Stark, Barca Xavier (@Caits), Crispin Lincoln (myself), and Ambrose Wilson (@Vicier)}

-Son of Spider-Man and Black Cat-

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”Ben. Ben! Don’t wander off too far, son. You still need to get your schedule in order!”

Peter Parker watched with a lopsided smile on his face as his son took to the ground running just as soon as he put their old station wagon in park.

”I won’t, dad! I just gotta find Connor and unghfff-” Having looked over his shoulder to speak with his dad, Benjamin didn’t even see the dark-haired boy who had just walked through the gates. There was a dull buzzing in the back of Benjamin’s head trying to warn him about the collision, but by the time he paid any attention to it, Benjamin practically side-swiped the young man. Half-running, half-tiptoeing as Benjamin tried to regain his balance until he was running backwards, he got spun back around by then bumping into a long-haired blonde that might have been conversing with the target of his first collision. He ushered out a quick, ”Sorry!” to the guys before turning around, only to bump right into a tall, red-haired woman speaking with a rather muscular man and another red-head in tow.

Benjamin paused long enough in his awkward side-stepping to keep from falling over for his quick-racing mind to process the two women’s faces that he had bumped into. His face flushing a bright shade of pink, Benjamin tried to get the words out to apologize but they simply weren’t forming.

Girls. Girls! There were girls at this school! Not that he had been expecting anything different like a school of boys and robots, or anything. It was just that… girls were hard to interact with. Much harder than boys.

Settling on just a sheepish smile and apologetic wave, Benjamin clutched the strap of his backpack before turning himself back around, trying to grab his bearings. Connor had messaged him earlier that he had arrived at the school - so he had to be here… somewhere…. Amongst all these other people.

It was only then that Benjamin could actually take into account just how many people were surrounding him - how many future classmates he would eventually be getting to know (some friendly, some not. This wasn’t all that different from high school). Benjamin frowned as memories of swirlies came back to the forefront of his mind.

Reaching into his pocket, Benjamin fished out his phone and sent Connor a quick text.

Just arrived. Where are you at?

Moving to put the phone back into his pocket, Benjamin looked down at the device with a frown, as he found that he couldn’t. The phone was sticking to his hand - or rather, his hand was forcing the phone to stick to it.

”Not this again…”

Benjamin began to shake his hand lightly - but the phone wouldn’t budge. He shook it more vigorously, side to side and up and down. Still nothing. Groaning, Benjamin took his opposite hand and clutched at the phone, forcibly prying it from his open palm until finally, snap. The front of the phone went flying while the back of the phone remained stuck to his hand. Benjamin watched with horror as half of his phone arched up into the air, and came back down towards a young man with striking blonde hair.

Even from a fair distance away, Benjamin could hear the audible smack that sounded as the front of his phone came into contact with the boy's face. The reddish tone that had Benjamin’s face looking like a strawberry drained within a single breath. God only knew why his feet carried him quickly towards the blonde he had just assaulted instead of pretending it was someone else and going off in the other direction.

”I. Am. So. So. Sorry!” Wincing, Benjamin carefully peeled off the front of his phone from the boy with the owl’s face, and gave him an apologetic grin. ”Heh. Powers. Am I right?" Benjamin extended both of his arms outwards, palms facing up. However, at the word “right,” a sudden string of webs shot from his forearm, cutting through the air until it came into contact with a bench with a pale boy sitting alone on it. Being pulled by the force of his webbing, Benjamin was there one moment, and gone the next. His body twisted in the air, forcing his feet to land first sideways on the bench's back, his front facing the male. Did it suddenly get very cold?

”Uh… h-hi!”

Cold. Yes. It was suddenly very, very cold. When had that happened?

The force of his sideways landing on the back of the bench had the furniture slowly starting to tilt, giving plenty of time for the boy to get up but not enough for Benjamin to get himself unstuck. The bench toppled over, and Benjamin closed his eyes, awaiting the impact. When his eyes opened, he found himself right-side up, stuck in a squatting position, and a lot of eyes on him.

Red took it’s primary color on his face once more though somehow Benjamin managed to “cut” the tie that connected him to his webbing. He managed to stand himself up and take a few steps away from the bench, his intention to squat back down and lift the bench back up to set it upright.

A large, golden dog (what? Dog?) came barreling down the walkway, jumping beside Benjamin and over the toppled bench. The absurdity and suddenness of it all had Benjamin spinning on his foot in an effort to avoid him, his arms moving closer into his body though there was a familiar tug, indicating that his webbing had once more been unleashed, and then soon a tug to follow it.

Benjamin was propelled upwards, his webbing having caught onto the top of the main gate’s entrance. Gripping onto whatever webbing he could, Benjamin had no choice but to go along for the ride, which ended up in the boy swinging around the gate multiple times both vertically and horizontally (an arm every so now reaching out to try and grab onto something) until finally, his hand managed to grab hold of something (or someone) soft, and… kinda squishy.

The object didn’t have him slowing down, though. It did, however, manage to move his body downwards (or was he going upwards?) until he hit the floor just beneath the sign, a warm body crashing down on top of him. Instinct had his arm reaching back to break him from his fall, his finger’s then acting like “springs” as he pushed himself to the side to expel the energy put into his fall, forcing himself and the body to roll around on the pathway a few times before slowing, putting Benjamin on top.

Blinking, trying to see through the area spinning around him, Benjamin looked down at the girl he had quite literally pulled down from on top of the gate’s entrance with him.

G-girl?

Benjamin blinked a few more times, feeling that familiar lump of words getting caught in his throat as he tried to get them past his Adam’s apple.

”S-s...s-sor-ry....”

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

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Rhett Beckett and Nadia Reyes

Location: The Lighthouse; Atlantic Ocean.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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The groaning grew louder, and with it, Nadia leant herself further over his body, her grip tightening as she felt them slipping, the plane tilting at an unnatural angle causing them to fall from the aisle, and into the icy cold depths below them. This-... This wasn’t happening… this couldn’t be happening- not to them; not now. There were so many things they still needed to do together… travel around and see the world… get married- oh God, their wedding was in only three days time..!

No; she couldn’t lose him- she loved him..!

Shutting her eyes tightly as they plunged down into the dark waters together, she held her breath, her lungs burning with a searing pain she had never felt before in her life as she tried to make sense of it all. She couldn’t… what was there to make sense of..? None of them wanted this- they never deserved this fate. So why was it they had been forsaken like this..? Refusing to let the ill thoughts of fate consume and panic her, she shifted her grip, her arms leaving his body for only a few moments before they were wrapped back around Rhett once more, though this time from behind. She wasn’t going to leave him- no matter what he said; she wasn’t about to let go so easily.

Doing what she could to remain as calm as she could possibly manage through the fear dancing behind her eyes, she hurried to look about through the water; the gentle orange glow of what she assumed was flames catching her attention, and immediately, she was on the move, forcing her searing and tired limbs to work overtime as she kicked through the waters, slowly though surely dragging the both of them up until they were able to break through the surface together, her lungs viciously protesting against her as she sucked in a large breath of fresh salty sea air.

Rhett inhaled a deep breath, only to sputter and cough as what remaining water seeped down into his windpipe. Air - that was all he could comprehend. He was breathing (albeit painfully and with a lot of salt in his lungs) and alive. The plane had not killed them. But as soon as that thought registered, unimaginable pain ripped through his entire core, sustaining around the entry and exit wound of the shrapnel that had impaled him back on the plane. He wasn’t clear yet - and his fading vision started to make sense once more.

“N-Nadi…” Rhett was wheezing, air suddenly very hard to come by after his first few breaths after breaking the ocean’s surface. She was all that mattered - he had to know that she was safe - that she would make it. But as his mind slowly came to terms with things going on around him, he was then very aware of a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Nadia. She refused to give him up, despite his words. She was a fighter and he loved her for it. But the second she started to struggle…

Where were they, anyway? Reason told him that any moment, the amount of blood he was spilling into the ocean would alert any shark within three miles of their location. And… their location was where? Even with the light of the fire from the plane illuminating through the dark, Rhett could see nothing. So if he was not to be doomed by impalement or a plane crashing down from the sky, then it was to be by drowning.

She had to get him out of the water- she wasn’t about to lose him; not to anything. Nadia’s fear-filled dark eyes shooting wildly around them for a moment, she paused, allowing her mind to wander back over the safety instructions that had been issued by the stewards on the plane… something about life rafts, follow the lights on the ground; bracing yourself in your seat with your head on your lap, or as close to it as could be- none of that was going to help her now..!

Letting out a hoarse yell of frustration, she turned her head away, her gaze falling upon a few of the seat cushions that had come loose during the crash- they were floating… the small though unmistakable sense of hope filling her body, she once more adjusted her hold around the man she loved, making sure that he was laying on his back as she began to pull them towards the cushions, her hand reaching out, straining for a moment before she was able to get a hold of one, dragging it over them and slipping it down and under him as she moved to grab the next one.

“..almost-... almost there baby- just, please… please hold on…”

The salt water against his wounds was excruciating. Rhett grit his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain knowing that it would only worry his fiance even more. He was beginning to see spots in his vision - both black and white though he was never able to concentrate on one of them long enough to identify their color at their precise moment. He was a doctor, sure, but he didn’t have to diagnose himself to know that it wasn’t particularly a good sign.

Clutching onto the floating seat (though now somewhat submerged due to his weight), Rhett tried to relax his body as best as he could - struggling would only bleed him out faster. She wanted him to hold on. To what, he didn’t know. But if it gave her hope, he would endure. He would endure every last painful breath he could take into his body for her. So long as she lived. She had to live.

A bark - Rhett lifted his head, his heavy eyes scanning through the darkness towards where he thought he had heard the sound. Over all of the screaming and pleadings for help, a single bark stuck out to him enough for him to expel enough energy to want to seek it out. There was a pause, another bark and then a series of whines and splashing.

“Boris…” Their dog he had brought on their trip with them. He had been issued to the undercarriage - sedated and easily transportable. He didn’t even think about him until now. Sure there may have been other passengers transporting their dogs, but Rhett knew his dog enough to know what Boris sounded like. It was definitely him. He survived, just like the rest of them. But to what end?

Turning her head back as the sound of the familiar bark hit her ears, Nadia searched the waters surrounding them for any sign of their beloved dog. Boris was just as much part of their family as any other, and if anything was to happen to him… she knew that Rhett would never forgive himself… Shutting her eyes tightly for a moment as if to shove the very thought from her mind, she let her attention draw back around to her fiance as she felt him move over the cushions, her hand automatically lifting to press lightly over his chest in an effort to try and still him.

She had to keep calm… for him; she had to be the strong one right now…

“..I-I’ll get him… try not to move…” Her voice was soft… weak. It hurt to talk, but she had to let him know that she wasn’t going to be giving up anything, not without a fight.

“N-Nadi, no…”

Pushing away from him, she turned in the water, her face scrunching up in concentration as she strained her ears, once more searching for the bark as she fought against the waves, her body pushing through them as she forced herself to swim in the direction she could hear Boris struggling against the current.

Rhett could only watch as Nadia swam away from him, determined to rescue the third part of their small family. Without Boris, they had nothing to remind them that they could be a happy family - one even without children. But still, Rhett didn’t believe that the dog was worth her risking her own life.

“..Boris..!” At the sound of his name, the canine looked over, his terrified whimpers causing her heart to sink as she pushed herself harder… faster through the water, eventually managing to wrap her arm around his middle- by God, he was heavy… since when had he gotten this heavy..? That was it; the minute they managed to get home (if they ever got home), he was going on a damn diet. Struggling for a moment as the dog squirmed against her body, she groaned, her legs kicking back and forth to keep her up as she lifted him over her shoulder, holding him in place with a single arm as she began the tiring swim back to where she had left Rhett laying over the cushions.

As much as he wanted to be impressed, all Rhett could see was her struggle. She was getting tired and weak - the one-hundred plus pound, scared dog not helping her in the least. While he knew she was a fighter until the very end, if she died because of that damn dog...

“Nadia… please…” He could taste blood in his mouth - a very metallic-bitter taste combined with the salt water that washed up into his face with every pulse the ocean fought back from the plane crash with.

It was getting harder to go on; but she had to. She didn’t have a choice; or at least, not one that she was ever going to be happy with. Her whole body practically screaming at her in protest to all she was doing, she fought on, pushing herself forward until she once more reached his side, her eyes closing and her free arm lifting up onto the cushions beside him to help keep her above the surface while her legs began to slow underneath her.

She was tired… so very damn tired… but she couldn’t give up; not like this…

“..Rhett… I’m gunna-... I’m gunna find a way to get us out of the water, okay..? Please… please, just hold on baby…” Taking another moment to just rest, Nadia forced her head to lift back up, her dark eyes opening allowing the reflection of the flames to dance lightly over the surface of them as she looked around them, searching for something she could use- anything that would get them out of the water.

Her head dropping slightly as the cold winds changed direction blowing the smoke and ash towards them, she narrowed her eyes, her legs kicking slowly back and forth under her before a glint of pale yellow caught her attention through the grey smoke. No way… was that..? All the way out here, in the middle of the ocean..? Her eyes shutting completely, she buried her head into the inside of her elbow, her coughs coming out spluttered… chesty; causing her already pained throat to hurt even more. Turning her attention back to where she thought she had seen something once her small bout of coughing had come to a rather painful end, Nadia once more narrowed her eyes, squinting through the smoke in an attempt to see, “..I think-... I think I see something… a lighthouse…”

Rhett slowly lifted his heavy head up from the somewhat submerged seat cushion that was acting as a floatation device. A… a lighthouse? All the way out here? Rhett tried to see what it was that his fiance was seeing, but was unable to. Was his vision getting blurry? Or was it getting darker? The fact that he couldn’t tell began to worry him some.

“I… I need to lay down…”

“Soon baby… soon- and then we’ll get you all fixed up; I promise…” Things were becoming worse; and it was more than obvious that she had to make a choice sooner rather than later. But that was the problem… what if she made the wrong decision..? Things could get worse than they already were; but if she didn’t choose soon-...

She didn’t even want to think about it…

Scrunching up her face in a silent prayer that she wasn’t wrong, Nadia forced her tired legs to move fast back and forth, her attention lifting to where she could see what she hoped was the looming structure of a lighthouse as she began to move the three of them in the right direction, her movements slower than ever before due to being weighed down by the dog and having to push her fiance; though she didn’t care, “..I’m not about to lose you, Rhett…”

He could feel his body gliding slowly through the ice-cold water, though the reason behind why he could no longer feel his legs was uncertain anymore. He was forgetting things - why they were on a plane and where they were headed. Really there was only one thing he was absolutely certain of. Turning his head with great effort, he watched as Nadia pushed them all forward through the water, Boris even too scared and cold to whimper anymore. He smiled.

“I love you, Nadi.”

That smile… it was heartbreaking, and as much as she had been trying, the tears she had been fighting back once more began to well in her eyes, only helping to blur her vision as she maneuvered them slowly through the flames and debris of the crash, the once hazy figure of the lighthouse eventually coming into focus as it towered over them.

“I-...” She wanted to say it- to tell him that she loved him too, but she just couldn’t. It felt too much like a goodbye. Tearing her gaze away from his for a moment, she let her terrified dark eyes flick up to the lighthouse as they approached it, the waves slowly calming down to almost nothing with each inch they drew closer, “..I was right… Rhett, I was right- it’s a lighthouse. We’re going to be fine- you’re going to be fine…”

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇᕮᗷOOT

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Cyrus Saenz

Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
^{Interacting With: Lavena Keelia Ó Faoláin (@Caits).}

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He had been taking a nap.

Rudely jostled awake by the plane’s turbulence, Cyrus’ wide, surprised eyes looked around the plane, watching as everyone around him seemed to be alarmed at the same thing. The atmosphere was deathly quiet - an ominous silence that was always awkward given any situation, but he could practically feel the fear radiating off his fellow fliers as the unknown moments continued to tick on; everyone wondering if it would be their last.

Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea in the world to try and finish off a bottle of scotch before getting into the taxi for the airport. But in good conscious, Cyrus couldn’t simply toss it out, either.

He had left home. Selling everything that his greedy (soon to be) ex-wife could get her hands on, Cyrus spent every last penny to his name on the one-way ticket to London, England where he was throwing in his last-stitch effort to still be something. His company had gone bankrupt and his wife cheating on him with his own cousin - all for the sake of money. He stopped bringing home the cash, and she stopped putting out and found it elsewhere. He couldn’t blame her for that, but it did strike a bit of a raw nerve that she had decided to hit so close to home for it.

So as he went through the house that they had lived in for twenty years one last time, Cyrus had the slightest amount of intuition that told him to check the liquor cabinets and lo and behold, his special bottle of scotch that hadn’t been opened since that New Years remained safe and snug. He couldn’t take it with him, and he couldn’t pour it out. So deciding to help self-medicate the emotional pain of his situation away, he finished it, called a taxi, contacted what little contacts he had left for confirmation, and set off for London.

It took him a considerable amount of time to get settled once in the air. He was anxious, and hot. The girl he had been seated next to wouldn’t stop fidgeting which kept him on the wake of sleep and consciousness for hours until finally the alcohol had won out in the end. The young red-head could continue to fidget nervously with that stupid cube all she wanted and he would have been none the wiser.

But turbulence, it seemed, had other plans in store. He would not be sleeping the rest of the way to London.

Shifting in his seat awkwardly as the plane lurched suddenly, sending the young girl’s face into his lap, Cyrus simply stared down at her during the rather awkward (and who was he kidding, somewhat exhilarating) situation as she desperately tried to scramble out of his lap.

The downfall of the aircraft didn’t wait for the young woman to have her moment, however, and Cyrus watched, absolutely helpless as to what was going on as the plane became more and more unstable around him. The plane was going down. Now. That much was certain.

He listened and observed as those around him went into a panic - some screaming, other’s crying or shouting… even praying. But Cyrus remained completely silent. If the plane’s end were for it to crash, then what could any one person do about it? What could any of them do about it?

The young girl attempted to leave her seat at his side, though he was unsure as to why. Even for her luggage that she was trying to chase; it wasn’t like she, or it, had anywhere to go, really, other than out. And then the plane tore.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched her grab onto the arm of the closest seat to her, hoping that it would be her saving grace as gravity and the sheer wind force were determined to suck her out of the plane. It got… painful to watch, really, and before Cyrus really even knew what he was doing, he was unbuckling his belt, got down onto his hands and knees and anchored himself as best as he could by rolling onto his side, hooking his knees under the plane seat and reached out, grabbing her hand just as she slipped.

”Hold on.” he told her, realizing just how obvious his words were. ”We’re going to ride this one out.”