[Private Roleplay] ~ Eternal Eden

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bunnyshadow • 1 April 2016 at 2:51 AM

January 1, 3000 AD.

The hundredth anniversary of when it began. The nuclear war from so long ago, yet still hasn't ended. The stubborn governments insist on attacking each other, even though it wouldn't do any good. It all started as a normal war, before a curious boy discovered the composition of a nuclear bomb, said to have wiped out several countries in the Oceania region. It went downhill from there. Countries developed increasingly complex, and deadly weapons. The radiation would set in slowly, and hideously mutate people, weakening them and making them unable to fight. Cannibalism and death is prevalent among survivors, and often, there are packs in many regions.

However, for some people, instead of being mutated by these radiations, they grew powers. Science has not yet proven how this has happened. But it has. There is spreading gossip about a safe place, called 'Eden'. The people with powers are getting increasingly attacked by the normal citizens. True or not, they need to get there. But how? There is one citizen with powers who seeks Eden as well, but works alone, and never shares the spoils. They have to get there before 'he' does. They must.

'He' is rumored to be evil, and apparently has a band of power-wielding citizens working for 'him'. Nobody knows if this is true or not, but, in this case, they won't take chances. They've split up into small packs, to hunt this 'Eden', where they can eternally rest.

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Form-

Name:

Gender:

Age:

Appearance:

Personality:

History:

Power/Weapon(s):

Weakness(es):

Other:

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Character List-

@Asi : Shimon Hildebrandt - M(23)

@Bunnyshadow : Fang Erebus - M(19)

@Bunnyshadow : Isale Serdtse - F(20)

@Dada_dragon : Indigo Miles - F(21)

@Poe : Jules “Lark” Hiraeth - M(23)

@Taffy789 : Ismene Helius - F(16)

@Takatheeducatedkid : Arlo [Creed] Sertrilan - M(22)

@Jupiter_hollow : Francis "France" Valentino - M(22)

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If you guys are interested. ^o^

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dada_dragon • 1 April 2016 at 3:59 AM

Name: Indigo Miles

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Appearance: Short, pitch-black hair with grey eyes. Average height and scrawny from the minimal amount of food she is able to scavange. She wears a loose-fitting grey tank top and cargo pants torn off at the knee to make them shorts. Carries a large backpack with things she's scavenged from bombed-out neighbourhoods in order to sell them. Has a large burn scar on her face from a training mishap.

Personality: A no-nonsense woman with strict personal rules when it comes to doing business. Trusts very few people and doesn't sugar-coat her words. However, even though she may not show it, she actually cares deeply about others.

History: Indigo's home was destroyed by one of the firsts blasts, and since then, has taken to scavenging abandoned neighbourhoods and towns, and selling and trading these things at nearby settlements.

Power: Indigo has a high tolerance for radiation and can breathe out a flammable gas, which she can then ignite with a lighter to "breathe fire".

Weapon: A Lighter.

Weakness: Pushes people away. Doesn't like being around people and often goes out to dangerous locations on her own.

Other: Nothing

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asi • 1 April 2016 at 5:58 AM

Name: Shimon Hildebrandt

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance: This guy has a scary face, with low, heavy eyebrows that make it look like he's perpetually scowling! A sharp nose and equally hard jawline might make him a little easier on the eyes (yes a looker why not), but together with a particularly robust frame and height that leaves most adults craning their heads, he's certainly not what one would call easy to approach. True to scale, his hands are equally large, and he finds it difficult scavenging for shoes, so he often gives up and goes barefoot, though currently he is the proud owner of a pair of Reeboks that are actually still white! Other current apparel includes: simple white shirt with black sleeves, worn blue jeans, tacky plastic watch that's off by about 8 minutes in a direction he keeps forgetting. And he's got silky strawberry blond hair, and hazel eyes.

Personality: A quiet, humble, and kind-hearted guy, with an almost non-existent handle on his temper. He's impatient, hot-headed and very judgmental. He's not shy or easily embarrassed and hence has no qualms about acting like a child despite his age. However, once Shimon's had some time to calm down, he usually apologizes very sincerely. He can be reflective, and even intuitive, but no one, himself included, has ever thought him very smart. It depresses him sometimes.

History: Lived in a rather remote, peaceful small town community until about 6 years ago, when the radiation finally succeeded in contaminating their last water supply. After that, everyone was eventually forced to move, although Shimon's family were among the most stubborn, foolhardily refusing to even when they were nearly down to the last twelve-pack of bottled water. In the end, he and his sisters were persuaded by his neighbor to leave his parents behind. He's been since separated from them, and even he admits they're probably dead.

Power/Weapon(s): His body is extremely durable, he can bend most metals and lift several times what he should be capable of even with his already fairly substantial muscles, plus he has a very low level of sensitivity to pain. Most of the time, say if he stubs his toe, he can only feel a niggling sense of pain, and that's only when he intentionally concentrates on the effected area. Actually, it's possible that his touch receptors themselves are simply bad, because he seems to have trouble interacting with everyday items.

Weakness(es): On the other hand, his immune system's rather bad at fighting anything for him, particularly the most common things. This is a guy who has an almost constant case of the sniffles, and his throat is often sore causing it to sound even deeper and more threatening than his natural pitch. It's not uncommon for him to be put out of commission for days or weeks at a time, sometimes with no more of a warning than a sudden dizzy spell. As such, Shimon has a small fear of the cold and getting his head wet, especially causing him to hate rain.

Other: He drinks tea religiously, it calms him down like nothing else.


@bunnyshadow @dada_dragon I had an itch... *guilty look*

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bunnyshadow • 1 April 2016 at 11:52 AM

Form-

Name: Fang Erebus

Gender: Male

Age: 19

Appearance: He considers himself tall, standing at the height of 6 feet. Fang's hair is a midnight black, very dark, though it is hued a deep red. He has even, light colored pale skin, contrasting with his eye color, shaded a cloudy, muted sangria. A shining silver necklace hangs around his neck, it's thin argent pieces intertwining with one another. Fang's hair reaches a inch or 2 above his chin, resting a little below his sharp jawline. His sleek, side-swept bangs cover his left eye- along with a 3 inch long scar that crawls in a jagged line from below his eyebrow to a little below his cheekbone. Has a earring on his right ear. The top piercing has a cuff that is connected to the bottom piercing with several thin chains and a stud. He has a tattoo starting from the base of his neck, the body of a black and silver dragon connects onto his arms, done to the finest detail. The tattoo is well done, featuring every thunder-grey scale, ebony spike and obsidian claw to it's maximum potential. The dragon tattoo ends at the base of Fang's spine, where dark flames spew from the tip of the reptile's tail. Overall, he gives off a violent vibe or a thug-like appearance.

Personality: Overconfident and arrogant, Fang likes to think himself better than anyone else. He talks in a sly matter, using his words to coo others into doing as he says. Manipulative, easily angered and extremely hard to please, once he realizes that he can't maneuver someone into doing as he says, he relies on brute force. Fang has absolutely no thought for other's and their safety. He is a overall very overbearing individual, doing what he pleases whenever he pleases. He has no care for what others think, and tends to act on instinct. Not classy in the slightest. When he wants something, he'll take it. Impatient, and leaning a bit towards the psychopathic side.

History: A prominent, young criminal in society before the world fell even more into chaos. Ran through his everyday job on fear rather than respect. Sold many of these mutated peoples to underground agencies, and played himself off as a normal person skilled in battle to get by on a day to day basis.

Power/Weapon(s): His special talent is the power to read minds and ability to influence actions to a certain extent, but only if he has eye to eye contact with the other person. Prefers distance over melee, is skilled with ranged weapons, and has a sniper rifle. Due to some strange chemical reaction in his body from the radiation, he can mutate to some sort of weird lizard-dragon creature similar to the tattoo on his back. In this dual form, his fingers elongate into large claws and his legs grow out to some sort of three-toed hind legs. Scales grow out and cover his body, while pointy bladed spikes trail down his back. Effectively, his teeth grow out to a mouthful of razors and his tongue becomes long and forked. He can't control when or where he shifts forms, and he usually does so in anger. It oddly resembles the tattoo he has on his back.

Weakness(es): He has arachnophobia and is an alcoholic. When he can manage to get his hands on whatever scarce amount of liquor there is, he goes on a raging, murderous drunken binge. His mind control ability leaves him with painful aftereffects. His pupils will turn into a bright red color, and will often burn for hours, if not days at a time afterwards. The side effects are usually not worth the price he has to pay, but he continues to use his power on will even though he knows the consequences. Fang is bad with people, gets angered easily, and loses his temper often.

Other: He considers himself a hunter, using his gun to track down and kill others to take their supplies. When angry, his pupils become slit eyed, a sure sign his reptilian form isn't far from grasp.

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taffy789 • 1 April 2016 at 11:43 PM

@bunnyshadow
*slithers out of cave, on all fours, upon hearing the summon. A thin belly scrapes across the dusty ground as eyes blink warily, unaccustomed to anything not dripping in seclusion*
*sees the sun and hisses in horror*
... Melodrama about my relative ghostliness on this site aside... this seems fun. Also- hi.

Form-

Name: Ismene Helius

Gender: Female

Age: 16. I love the whole "child tagging along with older people" trope too much okay.

Appearance: She is a burn victim, and the scars cover most of her body but vary in intensity- the worst of them go from her forehead to around her skull to her shoulder blades. Thick veins cascade from her forehead and travel down most of her right side of her face; her hair exists only in patches at the top of her skull. For this reason, she wears a dark blue, worn hoodie most of the time; hood kept up, but not out of any real shame on her part. Other than the top of her head, the rest of her face and body are intact and are not disfigured, other than the red scars.
She is brown-complected with dark brown, basically black eyes with a hair color to match. Small and thin, even for her age.

Personality: Despite the rough-and-tumble facade she tries to put on, Ismene is actually a timid and careful girl. She has a strong moral compass but is easily swayed more by emotion and personal feelings than she is by reason. In whatever case, she tends to be an incredibly determined individual with a strong, stubborn will to survive.

History: After a local gang set fire to her house when she was a mere child, Ismene and her father- the only surviving family members- left her tiny childhood outpost and began traveling the war-ravaged world as merchant-traders. In her early teenage years, upon staying in an area with much radiation, Ismene developed her powers. Now recently however, her father has mysteriously disappeared and the young Ismene has been left alone but is determined to find him.

Power/Weapon(s): Her power involves her body adapting to environmental or health factors that pose a danger to her. For example, growing gills if drowning or her body closing up bleeding wounds. Since this power is basically useless for combat she also carries a crossbow with her and knows how to use pistols rather well.

Weakness(es): Transforming is extremely painful. Sometimes excruciatingly so, depending exactly what is being done. Since her power only has to do with environmental and health factors (air pollution, temperature, drowning, disease), she is vulnerable to starvation, fall damage, and the cliche gruesome death of being ran through with some sharp object of some sort.
Also she's young, small, and has very little experience in fighting- thus is easy to overpower.

Other: Her name is horrible but it was the best I could come up with *hand wave* I kept it because it serves as a reference/pun that will make sense at a later date, maybe probably *more hand waving*

Other other: not having to do with the character but *squints and reads ", said to have wiped out several countries in the Oceania region" * i can't believe @asi is mcfreakin' dead. haha, RIP

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bunnyshadow • 2 April 2016 at 6:03 AM

@dada_dragon @asi @taffy789

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Fang closed his left eye as he squinted through the high powered scope with his right one. The man was laying down on top of a overhanging ledge, and he had forced himself to ignore the rocks digging into his elbows. There was no wind, and the silence was overbearing. He shifted his legs, scooting forwards slowly.

The cross-hairs of the scope twitched in his shaking hands. There were two figures in the distance, trudging slowly across the earth. Both were thin and relatively tall, but he couldn't make out their faces from this far away, and at this time of the day. He pulled back from the rifle, blinking his eyes slowly, before he readjusted his grip and positioned himself back on the gun.

"Huh?" Fang said in confusion. "Where did they go?" He attempted to adjust the scope, to no avail. The man moved the weapon, but the two figures were nowhere in sight. "That's strange..." He pulled back from the gun, and made a move to stand, when a flash of movement caught his attention. The man whipped the gun around, and shot blindly into the dark. There was a short cry, and this signaled to him that he had hit his mark. One of them at least.

The man was thrown to the ground, when one of the slim figures jumped him. He grunted and winced, and made an attempt to push the figure off. There was a glint in the dark and he held his breathe, though it was probably not recommended he did so. The figure on top of him had a knife in their hands--her hands--he could tell that it was a woman now. She made a slashing gesture at his face, and Fang grabbed her by the wrists, pushing her hands away from his open face. "Let's..." He trailed off. He thanked the gods that he was larger, and therefore significantly stronger. Fang rolled over, pushing the woman onto the ground. "Talk about this." He forced out the words.

The woman yelled out a word that Fang couldn't particularly make out, and he scrambled off of her, turning around just in time to see the other figure holding his rifle several inches away from his face.

"Come on..." He mumbled, freezing in his spot and moving his hands up in surrender. The woman that had jumped him had turned on some sort of flash light, and shone it in Fang's face. Yes... Light. Exactly what he needed. The man managed to stare into the second woman's eyes(the one currently armed with his weapon). "Shoot her." He said the second their eyes locked. Without hesitation, the woman turned and shot her partner straight in the forehead. The woman that had pulled the trigger gasped and dropped the weapon, rushing quickly to her duo's side. Using this moment of distraction, he picked up the gun and smashed the butt of the rifle on her head, before finishing her off with another bullet.

Silence ensued after the last shot echoed in the empty air. "Oh no... No no no no..." Fang whispered fearfully. He knew what was coming. The pain that hit him was all too familiar. The burning sensation in his eyes, and the tears that slipped out without his permission along with the blurred vision that left him nearly blind. "Not again." He said in irritation. Using his hands, he slowly made his way off the ledge. What he needed now was somewhere to hide until his eyesight would return to normal. Vladan decided that he would check up on the bodies the next morning.

He tossed the gun aside, and heard it land with a thud on the ground. The night was growing cold, and he picked up his coat from off the floor. The man put it on, pulling it close over his body in an attempt to retain what little body heat he could produce. His heart raced as he stared up around him, he could have sworn he saw someone, or something out there, or was he just being paranoid? Fang wouldn't know, especially not in this state.

It was going to be a long night.

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taffy789 • 3 April 2016 at 4:19 PM

Ismene loathed the nighttime.
It was dark, and cold, and void of all the bright, burning clarity that came with a risen sun.
Most importantly, it was dangerous.
Travelling during the night was the biggest "no-no" that had been hammered into her head growing up, yet against all better past teachings and current good judgment, here she was.
Trudging along a dusty dirt road.
At night.
In complete darkness.
When she could barely see five feet in front of her.
With her only companion being a mule that only acquiesced in being pulled along because it was too old to fight against the reins.
...

Despite the chilly air whipping at her cheeks and the threatening, hazy stars gleaming down at her from above, Ismene marched stubbornly onwards.
That is, until she heard the gun shot.
"Craaaaapppp," she hissed quietly to herself, and immediately tugged on the mule's reins to lead it out of plain sight.
She took refuge off of the road, pressing herself near a rocky cliff wall, and she cocked her head to discern where the shot had come from.
When a second shot rang out, following the heels of the first, Ismene sucked in a deep breath upon realizing that it had come from the ledges somewhere above her...
Pulling her crossbow off her back, Ismene clutched the weapon and wondered how she was supposed to sneak away without getting a bullet through her back.

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asi • 4 April 2016 at 2:58 AM

It wasn't raining.
Shimon looked up to the sky to reaffirm that no, the sky was not dropping water down on the lot of them. Them being the sorry remains of mankind, still stalking the ruins of their great civilization. Whatever the state of humanity today, at least it wasn't suffering while wet. As far as his set of squinting hazel eyes could see in the dark, the sky was as clear as a precious bottle of sealed water... It was funny how for him one form brought survival, the other, more often than not, sickness.
His ears must have been playing tricks on him. It wasn't going to rain, tonight.
Or maybe... His feet, which had been shifting anxiously, shying like a frightened horse away from the shelter's edge, paused. To say he was reluctant to leave would be to diminish his every nervous cue.
... Nope, it simply wasn't raining! He decided finally, taking that big, daring step out into the view of the heavens. It did seem hospitably quiet tonight on this barren earth. Perhaps he'd even find the walk to be pleasant. Besides, if Shimon was walking, he reasoned, he surely wouldn't be getting as cold as he would be shivering under scrappy blankets in that long-looted place. So his mind was made up, and he didn't even think to look back.
He hummed lightly as he went on his way, through the darkened, burnt-out nowhere, smiling at the occasional battered-but-still-live tree, and time and miles just seemed to slip away. And the hefty pack on his back, that was forgotten in an instant- though such things never seemed to effect him, anyway, ah... It was completely senseless, what he hummed, since Shimon had found himself unable to carry a tune. This was taken even to the point that when he had company, at least that of his sisters', they'd break into tears and do anything to get him to stop. But now he was alone, so he figured he couldn't be doing any harm.
Not many people enjoyed music these days, as far as he knew. Too on edge with knuckles turning white around the grip of their knives, they'd say it just brought distraction. But even if Shimon tried, really tried, to be alert, he'd probably miss even a gunshot that rang out just overhead on that rocky cliff over there!
... Now he really knew there was something wrong with his ears, he was definitely hearing things. He scrubbed absently at his ears while he wandered on, hoping they hadn't got clogged up with earwax since his last shower, or something.

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dada_dragon • 4 April 2016 at 7:25 PM

Indigo walked through the town, stepping over dropped personal belongings and debris. Her bag was weighing heavily on her shoulders, but she had one more stop to make.

A large building loomed over her, expanding endlessly to either side. She ignored the front door and headed left, checking the campus map she'd located in one of the houses, probably left there by some incredibly disappointed or relieved prospective student.

This university had a library.

Entering the side door, she walked right past the shelves of incredibly outdated biology and nursing texts, and went straight to the sports and recreation section.

Many of the survival guide books were damaged by water from the open roof, but she managed to find a few that were sheltered by surrounding debris. These were valuable finds.

She took a deep breath, inhaling the sour air, thick with radiation. Only she could go this deep into radioactive cities, making her more wealthy than most scavengers...

Then again, "wealthy" mostly just meant a full belly most days and undamaged survival equipment...

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bunnyshadow • 5 April 2016 at 5:08 AM

@dada_dragon @asi @taffy789

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Fang shivered quietly to himself, his eyes darting crazily around at what little underbrush and deformed trees were in the area. His anger having subsided greatly in the past couple of long minutes, the man reached for his gun, feeling around on the cracked earth for the weapon. He pulled the rifle close to himself, hugging it tightly against his body.

"Everything is going to be alright." Fang whispered to himself, stroking his weapon lightly. "You're going to be fine." He muttered, shutting his eyes in an attempt to get some rest. Though no matter how many times he tried, he would jerk awake every time he seemed about to doze off, whether it be from the beginnings of a nightmare, or a crack of a twig, or even the feel as if somebody was watching him.

It was times like these that he felt his resolve weakening, and the longing for company blossoming in his veins. How nice it would probably be, to have someone by your side to help you when you're weak, and for you to help when they're weak. Someone to protect you when you're hurt, and someone to protect when they are hurt. Someone to talk to when you're alone, and someone to be there for when they're down.

Fang shook himself awake, blinking his eyes multiple times to wake himself up. "Come on, come on...." He mumbled repeatedly to himself. "The only person you need is yourself. Stop being so weak!"

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taffy789 • 7 April 2016 at 6:45 PM

Ismene stood frozen on the side of the road, clutching her crossbow and her mule's reins, for a good ten minutes before her anxiety fully ebbed away.
Cautiously, she peered through the dark, eyes scouting for any sign of danger.
She found none.
After preparing for the worst, it was almost disappointing.

After drawing in a deep, shaky breath and regaining her lost composure, Ismene started walking again, determinedly following the road to the ruined city she hoped was at the end of it.
There- if the information she gleaned from the other merchants was worth its weight in reusable air filters- she would find her father.
The mere thought of the reunion made sweat run along the patchy scars on her hands, and she had to shift her grip on her crossbow to avoid dropping the darn thing. There existed many reasons for Ismene to anticipate seeing her father again, probable death or injury or general lethal failure constituting too many of those reasons.
But it wasn't like she could stop now, not when she was so close.
Not when her father had nobody left to come for him.
Not when there was an approaching, huge giant coming down the road, right at her.
... Wait, what?
The appearance of another living being moving in the darkness surprised Ismene so much that she stepped backwards, bumping into her mule and making the animal bray in complaint.
Ismene hurriedly hushed the creature, but she doubted that the hulking figure could hear the sound due to the distance and darkness and that horrid, viberating sound like drowning cats it was making.
Intimidated by the sheer size of the moving figure, Ismene assumed that this- human? beast? giant from those storybooks she used to have?- was most likely a hostile, maybe even the thing that made the gunshot earlier.
Acting fast, Ismene heaved her crossbow onto her shoulder, took aim at the monster, and shot a poorly aimed arrow in Shimon's general direction.

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asi • 8 April 2016 at 6:54 AM

When something hit the ground near his feet at speed, even Shimon's attention was taken, his interest piqued. He reached down and after a moment of pawing in the dark, his hand wrapped around something solid and brought it up to his eye level. On realizing what it was, Shimon stared disinterestedly, ready to toss it away without another thought.
Oh, it was just an arrow... An arrow!
His mind switched gears then. Someone had really been shooting at him right now, hadn't they? People didn't just drop arrows- well, they did, but it hadn't dropped from the sky just now, it had to have come from the darkness up ahead, and he couldn't think of any way for it to have come flying at him other than from being fired from a bow in a human's hands. Could it be that someone was sending off arrows randomly in the dark? Surely no human would be as senseless as to squander arrows so.
The wood cracked and splintered inside his fist.
Therefore... Therefore, that person was trying to kill him! How rude, trying to kill him, without even a word, a proper look, anything. That kind of person, who killed without even a second thought or regret, they were unforgivable. Surely, if it was like that, then killing them would be forgivable. It could even be a good thing, to remove from the tattered remains of humanity the sick tissue, the psychopaths who would do anything for their own selfish gain. They'd shot an arrow at him, that was bad, right? Everyone would forgive Shimon.
He strode forward in a furious surge, like a wave that had been held back only a moment by the pull of the tide, now to crash down on dry sand with a vengeance- he stopped.
Now, ordinarily he wasn't a guy who paid any attention to the rule of size. If he observed the old idiom, 'pick on someone your own size', Shimon would have to absolve three quarters of the adult population of this world of any wrong-doing right there on the spot. And that wasn't something a temper like his could allow.
But when it became clear, in the darkness, exactly how great a divide they were talking about there, in terms of size, even someone like Shimon could feel all the rage drain out of him. He didn't beat up little girls, for god's sake...
Taking in a deep, even breath, he held the broken arrow out to her. "Yours," he said, voice stiff from the remnants of his trembling rage, and nerves. After all, he hadn't run into many other humans, recently or period.
He screwed up his face trying to put together his next few words, and the result was, well... "You, uh... It's dark," Shimon muttered, feeling foolish for stating something so glaring, "And dangerous."
So what he was trying to say was... "Please don't fire any more arrows."

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poe • 8 April 2016 at 3:12 PM

I feel super weird about dropping a form in the middle of this lol

Name: Jules “Lark” Hiraeth

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance: Around 5'10". Confident casual posture. His hair is very dark warm brown and may be mistaken for black. Mixed race, like a latte colour. Notably extremely attractive; he has gorgeous cheekbones, full lips, and rich amber eyes. Sleek look about him, lean angular build, toned muscle, but not bulky. (If this lasts I’ll defs try drawing a pic)
Clothing - worn, cornflower blue leather jacket, white(ish because it's probs dirty) sleeveless shirt showing his defined collar bone. Just in case anyone wanted to know.

Personality: He’s very introverted and can be quiet, but not in the least shy. He’s clever and has a quick wit. He’s very patient, but the moment his patience ends, his temper comes out swinging. He is equal parts polite and blunt. He is a very caring personal and would die to save something or someone he thinks is worth it. He may also be a bit of an adrenaline junkie because it keeps his mind off things he’d rather avoid. (Kind of a wip sorry if this changes as we go)

History: He was separated from his family early in his childhood. An older woman found him and took care of him. She taught him what he knows, but is still mysterious to him. Jules escaped the government that had been using him for quite a few years now. It is unclear to him if they want to find him or not. Also the nickname Lark comes from the older woman and he keeps it as a reminder of her.

Power/Weapon(s): The radiation has blessed him with highly increased speed of electrical signals in his body and increased flexibility. Not only does this cause incredible speed of thought, his reaction time is unbelievable. These allow him great balance and acrobatic skills. He additionally has training in gun and knife use, and carries both a rifle and knife on his person.

Weakness(es): The power he has can cause his brain to work overtime. He tends to burn through calories faster than average, so he's hungry often. It seems easy to fix, but for example in something like an extended fight, he could easily end up tiring first if he isn't careful.
His own uncertainty may cripple any advantage his speed gives him if he over thinks things.

Other: He probably sounds Canadian. But not like stereotypically just like. Normal. Lol And he has a harmonica because there probs isn't much in the way of musical instruments these days. Let me know if anything here is objectionable and I’ll change it! I mean I'm super tired while writing this so.

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takaedakumi • 8 April 2016 at 10:02 PM

Finally finished this! Please let me know if it's unacceptable in any way and I'll try to fix it!

Name: Arlo (Creed) Sertrilan

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Appearance: Arlo is a bit taller than your average 22 year old, and perhaps he would be quite intimidating if he didn't have such kind gold eyes and a soft look on his face most of the time. His semi-long, silvery white hair is tied at the back into a thin tail that reaches just below his shoulder blades, and he wears a flowing black scarf that gives him the appearance of a sort of rogue traveller. He also wears a long, brown trench style coat, along with dual belts across his waist for carrying small weapons and other things. (There will probably be some art later!)

Personality: Friendly, thoughtful and chivalrous, Arlo is a pretty stand-up guy. He tries to avoid coming in contact with people though, because of a concerning condition, but he almost always ends up getting himself involved because of his helpful nature. If someone is in need, he'll be there trying to help out however he can.

History: Arlo lived with his father as a weapon-smith until the radiation took away the only family he had. With nothing keeping him from moving on, he took anything he needed and started traveling in search of Eden, though he knows nothing besides a handful of rumors, so he wanders aimlessly in search of supplies and hopes to stay away from others until he can find out more.

Power/Weapon(s): He has the ability to shift short distances, granting the appearance of teleportation, though he cannot pass through obstacles, and he cannot use his ability in quick succession without depleting massive amounts of energy. He also carries a set of dual knives that he crafted himself, which he is quite adept at using--though he doesn't like to kill.

Weakness(es): Arlo has a dangerous affliction--another side of himself that likes to be called Creed. Creed is a much more devious personality engraved in his mind after the radiation hit, and when one personality is in control over actions and speech, the other can speak only through the mind to the current controller. Creed is also after Eden, but there is a large difference between his and Arlo's manner of discovering information regarding their objective, and that includes many unfriendly means such as torture, killing, thievery and a lot of other undesirable methods. Arlo avoids human contact as much as possible because of this--since he has no real control over when either of the two reign over his movement. Neither personality can hear the other's thoughts, but through a constant voiceover, Creed's talkative personality will sometimes sway Arlo to quick and not well-thought out decisions.

Other: To make things easier to understand, Arlo's dialogue will be Sienna colored and Creed's will be DarkRed. Also, the personality in control will have their dialogue wrapped in "quotation marks" whereas the personality inside will be in *asterisks* so that it will be obvious that other characters will not hear it, thus making Arlo sound quite insane when talking back to Creed.

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taffy789 • 9 April 2016 at 12:41 AM

*is churning out responses like creamy, rich butter and is proud of this*

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When the hulking mass of flesh and rage beelined towards Ismene, the girl gave a yelp of fear and scrambled to reload another arrow into her crossbow. Clumsy hands quickly sealed her demise, however, as she ended up dropping her arrow and almost lost her crossbow too, amid the adrenaline rush and the sweat slickening her already weak grip on the weapon.
Without a means of defense, Ismene flinched as the rushing figure bore down upon her with an angry vengeance. She took a step back, dropping her mule’s reins and allowing the creature to rear back in fright, the backpack it carried loosening and falling off with the action, sending items such as dented pots and pans and various cloths scattering against the dirty ground. The mule, tossing its head as if saying I ain’t dealing with that , trotted a safe distance away from the giant man, leaving its owner to face the threat alone.
Ismene’s slippery grip struggled to tighten on her unarmed crossbow; if she couldn’t shoot it, she could at least use it as a bludgeon, right? Right?
… Not that she could even reach the giant’s sensitive head area, given her height.
Drawing in a deep breath, Ismene craned her neck to a ninety-degree angle so she could at least make eye contact with her murderer as she died, but she was pleasantly shocked when she didn’t hear the “I’ll grind your bones to make my bread” she’d been expecting from him.
She stared, dumbfounded, at the broken arrow the man held out for a good minute before cautiously accepting it.
“Um, thanks,” she said, quietly, turning the useless, limp arrow in her palms.
Without the threat of death looming over her anymore, the meeting was somehow more awkward, as now she wasn’t sure how to feel about the man. At least with murderers you knew the proper etiquette- you scream as they stab you with some kind of long, scary knife- but Ismene never read any sort of book that described what one was to do when a murderer actually turned out to be nice.
Unsure how to proceed, Ismene shuffled from foot to foot a while before blurting out, too loudly, “I need to get my mule” and shuffling over to the animal to grab its reins.

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takaedakumi • 9 April 2016 at 1:20 AM

Arlo clutched his dual knives tightly in hand as he traveled blindly in the dark. He didn't often run into strangers, but it was always best to be prepared--and there were some animals left, mutated or otherwise that might attack him if he wasn't careful.

*How long are you going to stay quiet?* Creed's voice broke the silence in Arlo's mind, causing him to cringe a bit at the suddenness of the sound. He would have thought that he'd be used to it by now, but Creed had a way of pretending he wasn't there before sort of sneaking up on him.

"I was just enjoying the absence of your voice, actually." Arlo replied in an annoyed tone, "Believe it or not, I'm trying not to sound like an insane person that has one-way conversations with himself. Besides, I have nothing to say to you." He glanced around, hoping no one was within hearing distance, or anywhere for miles now that he thought about it. Creed hadn't taken over in a while, and he feared what his worse half might find while he was a spectator.

*I get the feeling you don't enjoy my company, you know?*

"Not particularly." Arlo answered, only half-paying attention. He spotted two masses of darkness in the distance, and he cautiously approached to see what it was on the ground heaped up like that. As he squinted at the figures, he brought his right arm to his mouth, still clutching this knife. "Looters, maybe?" he said, feeling a bit ill at the thought of these two women being murdered in cold blood over supplies.

*Probably genuinely smart people with a good sense of priority.* Creed commented nonchalantly.

Arlo's eyes narrowed. "You're a disgusting person." he replied.

*Only as disgusting as you are," Creed answered with a condescending chuckle.

As Arlo continued the conversation, he forgot that there might be anyone else nearby, let alone the killer of these two people. He absentmindedly spoke somewhat loud for trying to sneak around at night--since Creed tended to get him a bit riled with his antics.

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asi • 9 April 2016 at 5:25 PM

Even though he had a face that seemed to be perpetually frowning, it was definitely noticeable when Shimon did it on purpose. His brow creased into a hard line as he looked down on the girl. Something felt... Off, here.
His mouth opened, his frown lifted slightly with his eyebrows' rise of confusion, he closed his mouth, and his frown came back down. Then he realized that the girl was now several meters away and saying anything, even if he knew what to say, would be pointless.
She was doing... Something, over there, with a stout patch of inky darkness that Shimon took a little too long to connect to the word 'mule'. Ah, right, she had a pack animal with her. He couldn't really be blamed for being slow on the uptake here, though. It had been a long time since he'd seen anything living, not human, and bigger than a moderately mutated rat. Also, the way the strange girl had spoken had been just a little abrupt. Shimon had really thought for a moment she was simply running off in the opposite direction to him. It wouldn't be the first time it happened, he reminded himself, scratching the back of his neck.
Walking away was still an option for him, too, now that he wasn't going to immediately murder her in an uncontrollable rage, and Shimon seriously considered it. This was his first time meeting someone personable- she'd thanked him- in a long while. But immediately was the operative word; now that the surprise of the shooter being small and a girl had died down, there would be nothing stopping him from getting angry later... And she had shot at him, mind you...
Then as she approached him again, black mass of mule in check, what had first struck Shimon so discordantly hit him again, hard for good measure. "You're not out here alone, are you?" He asked in shock and stared in worry.
This girl, she was so tiny, surely she couldn't be half his age... He'd never been on his own so young, all the more ridiculous in comparison since even then he'd have been very hard to kill, being, well, him.
"Oh... Apart from your mule," he allowed, bowing his head to see further down and make out the animal's features. He thought it had to be almost a decade since he'd seen one of these. It looked... Distinctly like a mule. Shimon guessed there wasn't anything quite like it.


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bunnyshadow • 9 April 2016 at 6:38 PM

@takatheeducatedkid Something tells me Arlo isn't dumb enough to take the bait, but Creed definitely would. Or Creed would end up pressuring Arlo to take it.

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Fang woke with a start, sweat trickling down his back despite the cold night winds. His heart pounded noisily, and he could feel his blood rushing in his veins. The grip around his gun tightened, and he heard the safety turn off with a sharp click. He scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his own supplies in the process. The man decided to continue on his journey for the nearby city--it was better to gain ground by nightfall anyhow, considering how he wasn't going to get any sleep anyway. The man heaved his bag over his shoulder, before picking up the two packs he had taken from the dual deceased women. "It's not stealing if they're dead." He muttered with a smile. His eyesight had recovered considerably, though his pupils were probably still bright red, he could see much clearer now. Fang noted to himself that the blood on his newfound packs still looked fairly fresh, and he considered cleaning it off, but decided against it. Water was already scarce enough as it is. He scavenged through one of the bags, and breathed out a sigh of relief when he found a box of bullets, however was left disappointed when it was nearly empty. He needed to get some soon.

With a heavy breath, he took his first step forwards. "Need a horse, as well." He muttered to himself. The man was always plentiful in supplies because of his dirty play-style and murderous rampages, but was always forced to carry almost too much than he could handle alone. He took his first step onwards. It was time to go. However, besides the leaves crackling under his feet, he heard something that definitely wasn't just the whispering of the wind

A voice? Male he assumed from the tone. Fang ducked behind a burnt tree... He was talking as well, so the man assumed that there was at least two. Vladan struggled slightly due to the weight of the packs, before deciding to drop them all together. "Bait." He stated proudly to himself, tossing the bloody packs he had taken into a visible spot on the road.

Fang gripped one of the charred branches of the nearby tree, before attempting to haul himself up to no avail. He cursed under his breath--the voice was getting louder and he needed the upper hand. The man headed back into the underbrush, kneeling behind a thorny shrub. He brought his maroon eyes up to the scope, placing it on the packs he had left in the center of the overgrown path.

"Checkmate." Fang whispered nonchalantly as he tightened his grip on the trigger.

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takaedakumi • 9 April 2016 at 11:03 PM

@bunnyshadow You'd be surprised how these two think, ahah.

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Arlo didn't want to waste any more time standing around this crime scene, and it wasn't like anything was left on the bodies to for him to take, anyway. He started on his journey once again, keeping alert for any sign of the looter that had previously attacked those two.

*Do you see that? There's something on the ground there.* Creed said suddenly.

"I know--you see everything I see, remember?" Arlo replied, approaching slowly and cautiously. He stayed a good distance away and tried to examine the form in the darkness from afar, deducing that it must be some pile of supplies left behind by a traveler.

*Sometimes I wonder about that.* Creed said, though Arlo seemed to ignore the comment as he inched closer to the backpacks in the middle of the road. *Stop moving for a second, would you? It could be an ambush, idiot.*

Arlo frowned, "Maybe, but we need supplies and I'd rather not get them your way."

*Seriously? Look, perhaps you don't know this but I care about my well-being, and since that's also your well-being I highly suggest we don't touch the suspicious supplies.* Creed argued as Arlo walked up to the packs and examined them. *Aaand you're not listening at all. Great. Fantastic.*

"Calm down, Creed," Arlo replied, reaching for a pack to see what was inside, "if this was an ambush, we'd have been attacked by n--" he stopped dead in his tracks upon hearing a small noise come from the bushes not far off, and instantly his reflexes sent him into a backflip in hopes that he could evade any sort of projectiles that might come flying at him from the darkness.

Creed grumbled in response to the situation, *What did I tell you?*

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bunnyshadow • 10 April 2016 at 12:39 AM

@takatheeducatedkid

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Fang held his breath as the man came into view. Well, wasn't that just strange. He paused as he adjusted his position so that the newcomer was in the center. His finger was about to pull the trigger, but he decided to wait it out. The man continued talking, and Fang struggled to see if anyone else was with him, but alas--he was alone. He came to the conclusion that the man was probably insane, and his conversation was directed at nobody but himself.

There was a name... "Creed." He mouthed to himself. Fang was knocked out of his revelation when the man suddenly back-flipped out of sight from his purview. He pulled his face away from his rifle... They knew that he was there. In an attempt to get the upper hand, Fang slowly stood, hoping that the darkness would shield him from view.

He put his back against the tree, then peaked around to see the figure several dozens of feet away from the packs on the ground. "Don't move." Fang shouted from his spot.

"You're surrounded." He bluffed.

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taffy789 • 10 April 2016 at 1:56 AM

As Ismene returned to Shimon to gather all the items the mule had knocked off itself, she kept one wary eye trained on the imposing man at all times.
Although she didn't expect the man to suddenly lash out for the death blow when he hadn't already, she knew how... crazy some people could be. How people could be so ruthless. So cruel. So many other nasty adjectives.
Aware of the darker ulterior motives that could be lurking in the man's brain, Ismene shrugged and lied in response to his question.
"Of course I'm not alone," she answered back, puffing out her chest as she spoke as if that could put more confidence into her statement, "I have people waiting for me at the city close to here."
Picking the mule's bag's off the ground, Ismene hurriedly refastened the load of miscellaneous supplies back onto the pack animal. The mule snorted under its renewed burden, and Ismene grabbed its reins, tugging it along again.
She began to move past Shimon, detouring around him in a wide circle.
As she left, she added, to further deter the man from pulling any cruel shifts of character, "I'm being expected back any minute now. They'll come looking for me if I'm out any later."
...The implied meaning in that statement being, "if you try to snatch me away then an angry mob will hunt you down and put your head on a platter".
Ismene sincerely hoped that message rang clear as she began her trek down the road again.

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asi • 10 April 2016 at 2:51 AM

"That's good," Shimon sighed in relief, rocking back on his heels and forward again as he felt a weight lift of his back. He didn't know what he would do if she was out here without anyone at all. It reminded him of his sisters, who god only knew what had happened to them. If they weren't already dead, it was entirely possible that they were out there somewhere, all on their own.
To put it simply, the thought terrified him. And this girl here, she struck him just a little too close to home. Even though it had been so long, it was hard to leave these things behind-
... Actually, the girl was already leaving him.
He watched her and the mule begin to sink back into the darkness of the wastes with a mulish expression on his scary face. Despite being fraught with discontent at the sight, he didn't plan to do anything- really he didn't. Shimon was anything but a good big brother, more likely to harm than to help, and this girl clearly already had people prepared to look after her. That was all as it should be, but-
She was dissolving all too slowly.
He had long legs. In just a couple of leisurely strides from Shimon, he'd all but halved the distance between them. He hesitated, let her gain more ground, then did it again.
Well if this wasn't awkward he didn't know what was. How were they supposed to say goodbye if they were headed in the same direction? He didn't even know where the city was exactly, and she'd just told him that was where she was going! Following her could actually save him days of travel, for all he knew..!
Shimon thrust a hand through his implausibly silky locks in frustration before finally conceding defeat and moving to easily catch up with the girl. "I'm going there anyway," he grunted it out shyly. "May as well escort you."
"Don't worry," he added quickly, trying to preempt any alarm his words might cause. "I don't want to meet your people! I don't want any fights..." The thought caused him to wince. Shimon was absolutely loathe to venture anywhere near large groups. It seemed that with more humans, the likelihood of a disagreement rose exponentially, and with Shimon, those always... Ended. Badly.

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takaedakumi • 10 April 2016 at 1:36 PM

Arlo stood frozen, knives still tight in hand as a man yelled for him not to move, informing him at the same time that he was surrounded. A typical phrase said in an ambush, but now would have been the time for the group to show their faces and weapons as a tactic of intimidation. If he was to believe there were others here, he needed proof.

"I hate to admit you were right," Arlo said in a nearly inaudible voice to his companion.

*And I always am,* Creed said between Arlo's sentences,

"but I don't think this guy was well prepared." he glanced around, almost sure he sensed no other presences in the area. Arlo brought his gaze back to the direction he'd heard the voice from. He could make out the shape of a dead tree--which he assumed someone was hiding behind and called out to the man, "Do you have proof to back up that claim? Or were you hoping I'd be intimidated by a couple of dried shrubs incapable of concealing even a squirrel?"

*I think he's going with the latter.* Creed commented. He wasn't going to forgive Arlo for his shortcomings earlier, but he was definitely impressed by how quickly his other half had caught on.

Quite sure of his deduction, Arlo quickly shifted over to the tree, bringing his left knife up to the other man's neck. At this distance, he could make out his features, and stared him right in the eyes. "So, are you going to tell me who you are, or not?"

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bunnyshadow • 10 April 2016 at 2:25 PM

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Fang had blinked for only a second, and only in preparation to reply to the figure, when they disappeared from sight. "What the--" He was cut off as he turned sideways, only to feel something cold, and definitely metal touch his skin. His scarlet gaze fell on the newcomer's shining gold eyes. Fang's breath caught in his throat--he wasn't fighting a regular person, this man he was facing was obviously mutated in some way shape or form with either teleportation, time-warp, or maybe super-speed.

The rifle had been pushed against Fang's body, and his left hand was improperly against the trigger. He couldn't use the rifle anyhow, other than as a club to beat the other man to death, which Fang certainly wasn't going to be looking forward to. It had almost slipped Fang's mind when...What an idiot.... Fang thought to himself. Instead of looking away from those piercing saffron pupils, he maintained the stare.

"Fang." He answered with a vampiric grin. "I admire your perseverance, but I agree that it is only respectable to know the name of a man as daunting as I, and the name of someone who is going to take your life." His crimson eyes flashed lightly in the darkness, probably due to the reflection from the blade held against his neck.

"Take a breather, relax, and back off would you?" Fang said with a smirk. He was going to win this battle. He always did. The man, now sure that the other person was completely under the control of his gaze, reached up with his hand. Fang wrapped his fingers around the hand holding the knife up to his throat, in a cautious attempt to place it somewhere a lot safer from his neck.

He forced his eyes to remain on the newcomer's the entire time. "You got so close!" Fang taunted. "But yet you're so, so far."

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takaedakumi • 10 April 2016 at 3:03 PM

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"Arlo Sertrilan. Although I never said I was going to take your life--not unless you plan on doing something really stupid, anyway." he said, tightening the grip on his knife. The other continued to say something about relaxing, a completely idiotic thing to suggest at knifepoint, but he found himself unable to respond as his control slipped away. *Not now, not now!* he said, cursing under his breath. The knife eased out of his hand and into Vladan's as he lost control, nearly falling over in a forced change of command. The other taunted him as Arlo took a few unbalanced steps backward, dropping his head in confusion and weakness.

"Ohh, nice trick there... I like it." Creed said aloud, reaching for his forehead with his left hand. He regained his grip on his right knife and raised his head to get a good look at Vladan. "What is that, mind control? Interesting. Gave me a good headache, but you need some practice, honestly." Creed didn't look worried in the slightest, and made no move to attack the other. Lowering his left hand again, he leaned back and stretched his shoulders. "Ah, it does feel good to be back." he said with an unnerving grin.

*No killing, Creed, don't kill him.* Arlo warned, knowing the violent tendencies of his other half.

"Simmer down, there, Arlo--I wasn't planning on ruining the fun so early." Creed replied, not caring what Vladan might have thought of his chat with Arlo. He felt a little bad for confusing the man though, so he figured he'd explain himself. "The name's Creed, Vlad my man, nice to meet you. My friend's a little too forgiving, so just know I have no qualms about taking your life. You must think I'm insane, right? Not too far off, I have to admit." he laughed.

Arlo sighed, sure that his life was coming to an end tonight. *This sucks.*

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taffy789 • 10 April 2016 at 6:54 PM

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"Yeah," Ismene replied to the man lumbering beside her, "...sure."
She gripped her crossbow tighter to her chest as she and her... "escort" walked side-by-side in the darkness, the mule being the only barrier between them.
Dang, the situation was sketchy. Sure, the man hadn't hurt her yet and didn't seem like he wanted to cause her harm, but...
Ismene twitched uncomfortably, too conscious of the unfamiliar body trailing alongside her. Her brain protested the arrangement, saying that no, this wasn't right, this stranger walking next to you isn't the person who usually takes that spot, that giant foreigner is not your father.
As if to compare the missing with his replacement, Ismene snuck a glance towards the man and had to stifle a laugh because, wow, of COURSE he wasn't her father.
Her father was a pebble compared to the mountain of a man; her father's twig body could've easily been snapped under one of the giant's tree trunk legs. Also, though it was difficult to see in the darkness, her self-proclaimed escort had a rather grim, unchanging expression that drew a stark comparison to her father's emotive, mousey features.
They were too completely different people, and the idea of them fulfilling the same role as Ismene's guardian was too strange a concept for Ismene to wrap her head around.
Instead of hurting her brain further with useless comparisons, Ismene decided to strike up a conversation with her "escort".
"So," she began, tugging awkwardly at her mule's reins, "What's your name? And do you, uh, live around here?"

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bunnyshadow • 10 April 2016 at 9:19 PM

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"Thank you, darling." Fang voiced arrogantly, as he tightened his grip on his new weapon. "A beautiful blade..." The man trailed off as he examined the jagged edges at the tip of the sharp knife. However, Fang knew the weapon would be useless in his hands, and instead of keeping it, the man tossed it aside. The knife slid across the ground, scraping to a stop besides the packs he had left in the center of the road.

Swiftly, the man readjusted the grip on his rifle, bringing it up towards the other's chest. His eyes darted wildly from his surroundings to the maniac, clearly puzzled by the one sided conversation. He followed the stranger's movements with his gun, uneasy at how the conversation was going. Vladan was used to people running, crying, fearing for their life, not this unregistered arrogance. In more ways then one, he was simply just annoyed at the way this traveler was acting... But yet, the man could bring himself to respect this man, his way of speaking and moving reminded him greatly of himself.

Fang chuckled. "And you think I would hesitate to take yours if I wanted to?" The man cocked the rifle, pausing slightly as he brought it up towards Creed's face with shaky hands. He cursed as his vision subsided once again, the world was a mass of black and grays, swirling around in the nighttime air. Fang pulled the trigger, but the bullet flew uselessly past Creed's face, whistling by harmlessly. The man growled in anger, throwing his gun on the ground in irritation.

"Creed." Fang stated. He made to move away, aiming a swift kick at his rifle, only to miss it--sadly. "You've piqued my interest. The city's not far from here, and I'd honestly rather not get into another fight before reaching my destination with my new-found supplies." He looked over his shoulder, motioning at the packs still covered in drying blood. His eyes stung, but Fang forced himself to ignore it. He took a few shaky steps towards Creed, then attempted to place a hand on the man's shoulder. However, Fang couldn't help but be angered by his own failed abilities. He had to give his powers one last try.

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takaedakumi • 10 April 2016 at 9:50 PM

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"Ehh, not really," Creed answered with a chuckle, "that's why I like you already. We both know how to handle ourselves, right? I can tell you're a smart guy." though he looked over as the man shot a bullet past his face with shaky hands.

*Holy--Geez, Creed, why are we still here? This guy is trouble. Forget the supplies.* Arlo said uneasily, worried that Creed's nonchalantness would get him killed, but Creed had no intention of listening to his companion.

"Ah, so you're the one who killed those people back there, then?" Creed deduced at the mention of new-found supplies. He noticed Vladan approaching him with a raised hand to reach his shoulders, and he remembered that earlier Arlo had locked eyes with the man before losing control to himself. "Commendable, very commendable." he continued, though when the other got close enough to make contact with him, he quickly brought his knee up to Vladan's gut.

"Apologies," he said with a frown, "but I'm not going to take any chances that your little mind-skill would put Arlo back in charge." He pulled the man over to the trunk of the dead tree and leaned him up against it, knowing from his recent lack of focus that he wouldn't fight back too much. "Now, why don't we take a little break and talk about our problems. You seem like a painfully independent guy--a little like someone I know."

*Now's your chance to get out of here, Creed!* Arlo suggested, eager to leave Vladan behind, but Creed continued to ignore the voice in his head, and he was very good at it.

Creed walked over to the supplies to retrieve his knife, putting it away along with his other one before swinging the supplies over his shoulder and dropping them next to Vladan. "These are pretty heavy, you sure you don't want any help carrying them? I don't mind as long as I get a cut of it. You'll only end up losing half of it trying to lug all of this by yourself." his crooked grin returned--he quite loved negotiation and meeting new people.

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bunnyshadow • 10 April 2016 at 10:01 PM

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Fang grunted angrily at his failed attempt to grab Creed. He glared up at the other man, anger flaring at the way he was being treated--like a rag-doll. The man forced himself up, using the tree as support. "I appreciate your thoughtfulness." Fang commended. "But I'll have you know that should anything come down to it, I am the one in charge." He glared at Creed. "I won't mind sharing, but I'm planning on purchasing an animal at the city, so I wouldn't be needing you anymore once that's all sorted out."

The man staggered over to his rifle, scoping it up with his arms and pulling it over his shoulder. His anger had risen exponentially since the fight had begun, and his vision was beginning to get hued a smokey red. "Let's get going." Fang said in an attempt to calm himself, forcing his gaze away from Creed. He was well aware of what was going to happen if he didn't forcefully relax himself, and he honestly wasn't hoping on shifting anywhere near the city, and the multitude of camps nearby it.

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takaedakumi • 10 April 2016 at 10:18 PM

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"Of course, of course," Creed assured Vladan, "you're the leader, after all." his mouth twitched a little at the mention of an animal to replace him--something about the comparison felt like an insult to Creed, but he said nothing about it. He picked up the heavier of the packs as Vladan started off and after catching up, he let out a content sigh.

"You know," he started, "if you want a rematch later, I'd be happy to oblige when you're more up to it. I'm a pretty respectable guy."

*Do you hear yourself right now? You and respectable don't mix.* Arlo said, still frustrated that Vladan could have switched their personalities. He didn't think it was possible, and he might have been happy about the ability if it were with someone he'd trust, but right now this was definitely not good.

"Shut up Arlo. No one likes your opinion." Creed said, refusing to lose his grin. "Anyway, I'm just saying, the circumstances seemed a little unfair so I understand if you feel cheated." he finished with a shrug as he meandered along.

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