Fantasy Secrets of Soul Reach (open and accepting)

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Hundreds of years ago in a world known as Soul Reach, creatures of myths and legends were the most powerful beings in the world. They used this to their advantage to herd humans into certain areas where they were allowed to settle and develop communities. While they are protected by some, others despise humans and wage battles against the human governments that were established. Since then, humans have adapted and moved higher up on the food chain from the advances. They came to the decision that they want to be able to expand and cohabitate with those around them without fear of those groups that look for their downfall. Their weapons have proven to useful to an extent, but villages still routinely get destroyed by those mythicals that have more power than the average human even if they are heavily trained as soldiers.

A secret group came up with a plan to combat the threat by selecting children using a roulette system and performing military experiments on them at two separate facilities. Over the years, they finally came up with a formula that allowed these humans to develop powers and tattoo symbols of the single power that they had would manifest on their being. They were trained to become soldiers and weapons against the dangers of the world. Unfortunately, both the human governments and the gentler mythicals found the treatment of these children to be inhumane and intervened with the experiments. One of the facilities was completely destroyed with the help of the mythicals but managed to get a message out to the other in time for one of the sympathetic lab assistants to get the children out before the second facility was destroyed. It has been many years since the destruction of the experimental facilities and the children have grown into adults and are dispersed among those living in Soul Reach.

They must continue to survive under the radar of the governments and face off the threats from the dangerous mythicals in a modern world. Most of the experimental children live amongst the multicultural center of Soul Reach where the mythicals set up an experimental settlement where anyone can live, myth or human. It just makes sense for them to be able to blend in.



In this roleplay, you can be anything you want whether that is an experiment child, friendly mythical, or a dangerous one. The only thing I ask is that you be respectful of others and follow the rules. Other than that, please have fun!

Rules:

• No God-modding or OP characters. We are going with basic mythical creatures and if the power doesn’t traditionally go with the creature you can’t have it without discussion with me. No powers that can overpower or control others. It is also important that if someone doesn’t want you to do something to them, DON’T.
• Please message me your profile if you are interested. I want to keep this organized and all together. I don’t like making multiple threads and linking everything so I’m going to have a section for character profiles for you to look at.
• Please limit images They can take up too much space and if you need to include one for your characters appearance put it in a spoiler in the profile.

Character Profile Sheet in the spoiler

Spoiler: Character Profile sheet

Name:

Nickname:

Age:

Gender:

Species:

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Height:

Weight:

Power/Tattoo:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Weaknesses:

Bio:

Other: * you can put a image for appearance here*

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Completed Character Profiles




Name: Isabella Argent

Nickname: Izzy, Belle

Age: 22

Gender: female

Species: Lycan

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Green

Height: 5‘7

Weight:145 lbs

Power/Tattoo: lycanthropy, tide pulling

Likes: Running, hunting, snow, spicy food

Dislikes: Being hot, lightning, bears, sweets,

Weaknesses: Belle, while being a royal alpha descendant, is not a particularly large wolf. Her biggest fear is going up against another Mythical that is larger than she is.

Bio: Isabella is more of a quiet personality. She prefers to work hard and express herself creatively. She is the child of the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack that typically roams the northern forests of Soul Reach living like gypsies. They are one of the strongest packs in Soul Reach and sent Isabella as their ambassador for the council of mythicals in the central city. She prides herself on representing her people well and because she stays in the city long term, she runs a floral shop in the city. She feels like the plants help her to connect with nature in the concrete jungle and her roots.

Other:

Spoiler: ”Appearance”

This is not my own work and belongs to the artist who rendered it.

Name: Soprano Avery

Age: 12,000 (appears about 20)

Gender: Male He/Him

Species: Platinum Dragon

Hair Color: White/Silver

Eye Color: Ice Blue

Height: 6’2

Weight: 180 lbs

Power/Tattoo: Draconian Shapeshifting, Elemental Breath, Atmospheric adaption, Enhanced Roar, Magic/Heat Resistance, Flight and Armored skin

• He also has a band of scales around the upper bicep on his right arm

Likes: Music, Glassblowing, Drawing, Sweets, Spicy foods

Dislikes: Sour food, Thievery, Too much chocolate, Rain storms

Weaknesses: Like a typical dragon, he is weak when it comes to the things he covets (whether it is a person or his sweets hoard.)

Bio: Being born before the rise of Kings and Queens, this platinum dragon was born alone. Not all dragons raise their young and because of how pale his eggshell was, his broodmother abandoned him thinking that he would never hatch. Platinum dragons were unheard of and it was understandable for an egg so strange to die. Fortunately, he made it to maturity and joined the rest of his ancient race of Mythicals. They learned to adapt as time went on to hide their true form and often spent a lot of time around the human race.

Living in the capital city has allowed him to develop and sell his art in his own glassblowing studio. He has lived longer than most and made a point to learn everything about everything. He is very knowledgeable and learned every artistic style from all the most famous artists and painters. In this pursuit, he also learned that he was becoming a mainstay as a mysterious figure throughout time that the humans began to realize was in all the generations of art.

Other:

Spoiler: ”appearance"

Name: Lukas Hayden Moon

Nickname: Luke

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Hair Color: white

Eye Color: Purple

Height: 6’1

Weight: 180 lbs

Power/Tattoo: Metallokinesis ~ tattoo manifested as a Iron Jelly (a Soul Reach variation of jellyfish) on the ribcage

Likes: Music, Sunlight, Cooking, Cinema

Dislikes: Government punishment. Sports, hiding

Weaknesses: Because his powers are metallic based, he has a hard time dealing with technology

Bio: Luke was one of the children who escaped the facility. He was trained to be a soldier and uses the skills he learned as needed. He spends most of his time building sculptures and structures for the enjoyment of others. He has to work in low-key environments to survive so that he does not draw too much attention to his powers.

Other:

Spoiler: ”Appearance”

This is not my own work and belongs to the artist who rendered it.

Username:WhiteRaven
Name: Celeste Voldari

Nickname: Mae
Age: 18

Gender: female

Species: half demon/ half human

Hair Color: White

Eye Color: blue

Height: 5’5

Weight: 90lb

Power/Tattoo: can summon a scythe to defend herself and power over lightning and air

Likes: looking up at the sky, kind people, honesty and hugs

Dislikes: opposite of likes pretty much
Weaknesses: tends to fall for people due to her believing what she’s told. Gullible. Inexperienced in emotional matters. Is quite sensitive.

Bio: Celeste doesn’t know much of her upbringing due to the traumatic experiences she went through during the cataclysm that destroyed the experimental facilities she was in. She considered those who would name themselves scientists as family although they only asked cold questions she assumed it was “just how people are”.

During her many years being raised in captivity the scientists would make her demonstrate her powers to high government officials that seemed to look upon her in disgust that she wasn’t so willing to be a cold blooded killer. She didn’t think much of it as if clinging onto some kind of distant hope that never seemed to be reciprocated.

Scientists would be boastful around her while others seemed to favor other, perhaps more talented subjects. She despised being seen as a weapon, although she understood that her abilities if used for the right cause could contribute to the protection of a better world.

Spoiler: Appearance

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Username: Peachu
Name: Poppy Claws

Nickname:

Age: 26

Gender: She/Her

Species: Werecat

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 165 lbs

Power/Tattoo: Poppy was born a werecat mythical. She has the ability to shapeshift into a medium-sized "Beast Cat."

Likes: High places, exploring, the night, the night sky, cats, when things are quiet, kind people, shiny things or interesting trinkets

Dislikes: Rain, small enclosed spaces, 'sharp' scents (like citrus or gasoline, the kind that are so strong they might make you gag), loud noises, loud people, crowds

Weaknesses: While she is fast and strong, and can sometimes dodge out of the way if she sees it coming, Poppy is weak to ranged attacks, both magical and non-magical.

Bio: Born to a family of werecats and abandoned when she was old enough to hunt for herself, Poppy has lived most of her life alone, wandering the wilds of Soul Reach and existing as a drifter, never staying in one place for too long. Wanderlust flows through her veins, and she is often only seen in any one town or city for no longer than a few weeks.
Although she may appear standoffish, Poppy is actually a nervous wreck, and is prone to stuttering in social situations. She often avoids them for this reason, and has no personal relationships to speak of. In a way, she finds this very lonely. But she also, on some level, finds it a relief. Not only does it mean she doesn't have to stress herself out, it also means she has no strings to tie her down to any person or place.

Other:

Spoiler: Human Poppy

Her cat form is roughly the size of a mountain lion, with scruffy red fur and wide, icy blue eyes.


Username: Peachu
Name: Adrian Volkov

Nickname:

Age: 437

Gender: He/Him

Species: Werewolf

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Black

Height: 6'

Weight: 157

Power/Tattoo: Adrian has the ability to transform into a wolf at will, his powers becoming stronger during the full moon.

Likes: White noise, the sounds of running water, listening to the rain, storms, alcohol, attention

Dislikes: The strong hurting the weak, violence, sudden loud noises, sudden movements, smoke, bitter flavors

Weaknesses: Genuine compliments, genuine emotions, and a good right hook will all lay him out flat.

Bio: Adrian was raised in a close-knit pack of wolves who did most things together and hunted as a family. He spent hundreds of years with this family, this clan that spanned generations-- and then he lost them all in the war. Before peace, many mythicals met their demise warring against humans, and Adrian had never wanted to be a part of it. He survived through what he called cowardice, in the end, unable to ever really fight the humans he never wanted to hurt, and finally running from an attack that caused a devastating explosion. It killed every member of his pack and mortally wounded most of the wolves in his clan.

He blames himself so fully for his pack's demise that he has sequestered himself since, forming no lasting relationships and only interacting superficially with those around him. He has exiled himself from the life and world he loved so dearly, and often refuses to defend himself if attacked. He will often deflect genuine criticisms of his character or verbal abuse with humor or jokes. He takes nothing seriously, distancing himself from his emotions to the most severe degree. The tragedy is still fresh in his heart, having happened only roughly two decades ago, and he has not yet confronted his loss.

Other:

Spoiler: Human Adrian

Username: Windjammer
Name: Maluon

Nickname: Mal

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Elf

Hair Color: Black with white tips

Eye Color: Golden Yellow

Height: 6' 8"

Weight: 300

Power/Tattoo: Pyromancer

Likes: Anything with an engine, working out, summer, tropical plants

Dislikes: Cold weather, parties, loud or obnoxious people.

Weaknesses: Cold weather makes it hard for him to focus. Does not do well in large groups or when too many people are looking at him.

Bio: Maluon has always been fascinated with all things mechanical, especially things that are or have an engine. He learned form an early age how to work on such things, starting with weed cutters, then lawn mowers up to motorcycles and cars all the way to the big stuff like heavy equipment and locomotives. Maluon is very body shy, and is an often awkward character in general.

Other: Maluon is tall, beefy, and has somewhat short hair and the typical elvish ears. He wears various casual outfits but always work boots.




Username: Todd Howard

"You still live until this very day...Not Surprising."

Publicly Known As: The Grimm Reaper or The Angel of Death.

Real Name: None, Though he prefers the nickname 'Grimm'.

Race: Hell Spawn -> Demon.

Gender Preference: Male.

Actual Age: ~2000

Apparent Age: Bones do not age or form Wrinkles. A being of Immortality cannot age but Times ages with it.

Physical Description: (Mist surrounds him. He is Exactly 7'Ft tall.)

Spoiler: Grimm

Powers:
Staff of Death- He can perform simple attacks such as swinging his staff at an Enemy Opponent or Twirling it fast to block projectiles and fire.

Disappearing Act- He can simply disappear from any spot and reappear several meters away. He can also simply vanish into the air with no reason, Possibly leading another soul or two to the afterlife.

Sinful Detection- He can tell who anyone Is and recall what Good or Bad things they have done In the past.

Healing Act- He simply taps his staff on the ground and heal any nearby Injured or wounded quicker than It would take.

Vulnerabilities: Although being a 'holy-figure', He has weaknesses to Prayers and Holy Water. Bullets and such other things can destroy his bones, But not his soul.

History to date: Throughout time, There were myths and legends that multiple grim reapers existed. He did very well exist, and led the souls of the killed and terminated to their next stops: Heaven or Hell. He served quite well as a Grim Reaper and Is allowed to roam freely than staying cramped down in the Fiery Pitts of hell. One of the worst things he had been through was the Bubonic Plague, It was quite stressful taking and leading all those souls to Heaven or Hell. He is a Neutral being at most times and has even saved some people throughout time.



Username: ParrotParfait


Name: “Mild” (Original name lost)

Nickname: Ent, Spriggan

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Hair Color: Green (Originally Black)

Eye Color: Red Flowers

• Due to the circumstances when getting his tattoo, his eyes were destroyed. As a result, he replaces his eyes with flowers. He can see through the flowers.
• Usually wears tinted ski goggles to hide his eyes.

Height: 4 feet 8 inches

Weight: 68 Pounds (Without plant matter)

Power/Tattoo: World Tree Tattoo

• It’s a tattoo that spans nearly the entirety of his back. Should his tattoo be damaged enough, his magic will go haywire until the tattoo “regrows” itself. If it’s beyond repair, however, it cannot heal. It also means he’s dead, since the tattoo is what’s keeping him alive.
• He can only manipulate plants that grow out of his body. However, he cannot manipulate plants that he himself hasn’t grown from his body.
  • Additionally, plants grown out of him aren’t viable unless it’s tree matter that’s been integrated into him. He has most success with integrating seeds.
  • Plants that grow out of him die fairly quickly when separated from him, like a flower out of a vase.
• If he’s already integrated a plant into his body, he can replicate it any time he wants.
  • Additionally, he can take in the properties of the tree he integrated
  • He’s also immune to any poisons or defense mechanisms generated by the plant.
• To make sure that he doesn’t bleed too much, he keeps a few permanent “taproots” in his skin. However, if push comes to shove, he can grow plants anywhere on his body. However, it will cause bleeding in his skin.
• If it’s a small wound, he can instantly patch it up. However, larger wounds take longer. He can also regenerate some parts of his body, though it will take at least a year or longer depending on the body part. He was able to regain his ears, eardrums, and nose, but hasn’t been able to regain his real eyes.
• If he grows a plant a certain way, he can feel through them as long as they are connected. However, he doesn’t do this as much as he also feels pain through the plants.
• He can grow food semi-instantly if it’s tree related. Though, he needs the original seed as well as time to integrate the seed into his plant/magic. Also, he needs the proper nutrients and minerals (though, he can absorb that from the ground directly). If the fruit was grown instantly, it is infertile.
• He can’t grow anything that’s not a tree. Things that look like trees but aren’t really trees cannot be grown (like palm trees or bamboo) either.
• One of his techniques creates a giant “ent” that he can control and see through. Requires his full attention to operate and must be connected to him. In close combat, he encases himself in plants to become an “ent.” In dire situations, encases himself in a dense plant ball (he doesn’t need to breath air for a while). He will drown if the ball is submerged.
• Photosynthesis works both to create sugars and to create mana (or magic, or whatever the magical energies is). He can convert sugar into mana and mana to sugar.
• He can instantly absorb sugars, minerals, and vitamins through his plants given that they are in a raw/broken-down form. In other words, he can’t instantly digest meat but can instantly digest raw sugar without it passing through his stomach.
• TLR: He can only manipulate plants that grow out of his body. He can reproduce any tree plant he integrates into his body. The plants he grows usually can’t reproduce. He can feel through his plants. Anything a tree could do he could probably do. His tattoo keeps him alive. He can create or become big tree man.

Likes:

• Fruits and sweets. One, because they taste good, and two, they can be used to produce mana
• Cacti. Because they usually don’t have leaves.
• Gemstones. He loves that they’re colorful and not flowers
• Paintings and art. For the same reason above.
• Amazon, Ebay, and Craigslist: You’d be surprised at how much random plant junk they sell on these platforms.

Dislikes:

• Plants in general. He’s gotten used to them, but that doesn’t mean he likes them.
• Smoggy areas. When trying to photosynthesize, the pollution gets into his leaves.
• Conflict: He’d prefer to live out his days in peace eating sweets.

Weaknesses:

• Herbicides: This stuff aint good for anyone, but for Mild, it’s extra deadly since the plants directly tap into his bloodstream.
• Stamina: He tends to get exhausted fairly easily when it comes to physical exertion.
• Tattoo: Not only is his tattoo highly unstable when damaged, it’s providing him life support. Should the tattoo be completely damaged, he’ll die. (It’ll take another 10 - 15 years for him to be able to live without it)

Bio:

• He was a most unfortunate subject, being designated to one of the most experimental tattoos. The result? In simple terms, it seemed he turned into a tree. Assumed dead, they attempted to cut down the tree, only for it to scream in pain. After retrieving him from the tree, examinations revealed that his eyes and ears were all destroyed in the process. Worse, further scans revealed several hemorrhages in his brain cavity, indicating he was brain dead, as a tree would be
• They kept him for further research, finding that though he could still eat, he could also photosynthesize.
• As time went by, the also found that he slowly regained some mental functions, with scans indicating that though his brain was punctured like swiss cheese, it was slowly repairing itself with new connections. The holes were still there, but the system was managing.
• In order to make him useful, they retaught him basic communicative functions.
• Eventually, he'd mostly recovered enough to pass as a human being, but much of his memory was fragmented and hazy.
• After the jailbreak, he got separated from the group. For a while, he wandered around, met people, nearly got captured, killed a few people, got his goggles, wandered some more, and finally landed himself in the multicultural center.
• He now works and lives at a flower shop in the multicultural center since he apparently can't get a job anywhere else.

Other: *you can put a image for appearance here*

• He looks like your average pre-teen child.
• He’s technically dead. That’s why he hasn’t grown at all. He’ll start growing again in about 10 - 15 years.
• He doesn’t know how and why his flower eyes work at all. It’s a mystery to him.
• Whenever he’s bored, he creates and eats fruit from species he’s already integrated into his body.
• Absolutely loves to order fruits from across the world. He spends all of his money order fruit related stuff.
• Owns a cactus garden. He can touch the needles and not get pricked.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Isabella Argent


Soul Reach. It was a land that had so much going for it. The forests were lush, rivers clean, and the cities, while advanced technologically, produced little to no pollution. That’s what happens when there is a magical creature for any and every purpose or need. All of this and one might think that there was never issues… That this was paradise. Isabella Argent knew differently.

This was the capital of Soul Reach, Circhester, and was a symbol of unity after years of warring species. Most Mythicals saw the human race as the equivalent of cockroaches and went out of their way to crush them. Which is why they in turn, created a group of superpowered children that were put through some unimaginable things. Just the thought of this made Isabella cringe and wonder what might have happened if that had been allowed to continue on. The Alowood settlement didn’t even show up on most maps anymore.

Circhester had been established in response to all of this. It was a way for the Mythicals to reward the Humans after they had helped with the take down of the group of what corrupt individuals. They decided that it was time to start living together and cohabitating.

Once this multicultural center had been established, they came to the conclusion that there needed to be a council to help run the city to prevent a lot of conflicts in the development that might arise. This is when the Silver Moon pack stepped in and sent the Alpha’s only daughter to be part of it. All of this led to Isabella being stuck in a seven hour long update meeting today. She was so bored that she felt like the life was being drained out of her and it took everything she had to not completely zone out. If she had, she might have missed them say that they were all dismissed for the day.

The air was cool and crisp when she stepped out the door of the city’s most influential skyscraper, the embassy. Isabella Argent was an ambassador for the most powerful werewolf pack of Soul Reach. She inhaled as her eyes drifted to the sky contemplating how long she had been stuck in there. It was dark by the time the council meeting ended and she was strongly debating going for a run but knew she hadn’t eaten all day. Her stomach grumbled in protest at this thought and she laughed lightly as she watched other members of the council filter out of the building. It was nice living here, even with the responsibilities.

She adjusted the sleeves of her cardigan to cover majority of her hands as she took the staircase down to street level two at a time. “I’m thinking tacos…” She said in a singsong voice as she let her arms swing a little freer at her side. Looking from left to right to make sure it was safe, continuing on her path for something to cure the ache she could feel getting stronger by the second. ‘I could really go for the mermaid taco place…’ She thought. Of course, she only looked like a serious diplomat from the outside. Her family counted on her heavily to be a good representation of them.


Lukas Moon

Lukas Moon shouldered his bag as he made his way down the streets. It had been years since he had spent his life in a cage but the glittering lights always amazed him when he saw them at night. Freedom was something that he craved and did everything he could to avoid capture. He was supposed to be dead after all. He couldn’t even remember the family that had given him up and changed his life. He closed his lavender hued eyes and huffed as he felt the gentle tingle of his steel rings urging him to reshape them. He couldn’t do that in public though.

He shook his head to push down the thought as he trudged on. There was no where in particular he needed to be, but he thought he would head out to the park where there would be less law enforcement around so he could let out some stress. When you have to be on constant guard life could be rough.

 

[talulazu]

Poppy Claws
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A large red cat, roughly the size of a mountain lion or half the size of the average person, was lounging by the river, somewhere tucked back in the forest nearby Circhester. Its tail twitched this way and that, one arm stretched out to dangle over the flowing water as icy blue eyes tracked the movement of fish beneath the rippling surface. It was peaceful out here, quiet this far out from the city, save for the gentle rustle of branches, the cacophony of birdsong coming from high above.

The big cat chuffed a few times at the water, flexing it's claws as it stretched, and the movement of its shadow made the fish, who had long since gathered underneath the motionless appendage, scatter in a flurry. Slowly lumbering to its legs, it stretched again, and then sauntered along to sniff at a tree before suddenly breaking out into a lazy run. Its destination seemed to be some twenty yards away at a looming, half-dead tree, leaning to the side and being supported by two of its kin. A section of it was hollow at the bottom, where the roots had been pulled up, and the big cat reached one paw inside, only to pull it back out almost right away to drag a large pack out of the space. It shook itself off, unhooked its claw from the strap of the bag, and then paced a step or two away.

The big cat began to morph and change, fur disappearing, limbs lengthening, posture straightening as front paws became hands and back paws became feet. In its place stood a young woman with a sturdy build, a shock of chin-length red hair framing her serious features, her sharp gaze. Her eyes were as cold and blue as the cat's had been, and she quickly knelt, rummaging around in the pack for her clothes.

Poppy Claws had intended to be inside the city already, but it was so nice out, and the spot she'd found was so comfortable. She'd been awake since dawn, just wandering around in this new place, finding all the best napping spots and places she could sun herself, and she'd lost track of the time as the sun grew higher in the sky. Now dressed in some dark clothes-- a pair of socks, some burgundy leggings under a long brown shirt, a black hooded sweater that looked far too big for her. Over her heart was the white, embroidered outline of a cat, curled up as if to sleep, eyes closed and a pink heart on its flank-- she shouldered her pack and exhaled a long breath as she stepped into her sneakers. They were black and white with a red trim, advertised as running shoes, and they were comfortable enough for Poppy.

It was about a twenty minute walk to the road, already dotted with buildings here and there, and Poppy took her time. From here she could already hear the bustling streets of the capital, and as the buildings grew higher and closer, denser and glistening with neon and billboards, Poppy slowed to a stop to take it in, eyes wide and glistening, perhaps even melting some of the ice there. She'd been to cities before, but none were quite like this. She wasn't even sure where she was as she wandered along, eyes up as she dodged around the other people and creatures moving this way and that. Now here was a witch on the corner selling spells from a moving stand, and now there was an elf bard playing a ballad on an electric guitar for tips. She swore she could see little fairies darting about here and there, and the temptation to chase them was almost too hard to ignore-- but she managed, tearing her eyes away to gaze up at the buildings again instead.

Poppy couldn't decide where she wanted to go from here-- she usually let her feet decide for her, but right now they wanted to go in all directions at once. First things first, no matter what, though. She needed to secure a place to stay while she was here. She'd heard of the multicultural center around here, somewhere, and maybe that's part of the reason she came here. But she wasn't sure if it was free, and her meager funds were for trinkets and trinkets only. Food was easy to catch herself, and clothes were pretty easy to steal. She also just partly wanted to see the capital for herself, and if all the rumors that humans cohabitated peacefully here with mythicals were true.

In any case, Poppy was most comfortable sticking to what she knew, and she knew camping out and squatting in empty apartments best. She couldn't help the wide eyed look on her face as she continued on, though, inspecting the buildings as she made her way through the city.

((hope this is fine, i'm nervous lol))

 

[Windjammer]

Maluon had been in town looking for parts for his engine repair business and for his latest projects.

It was getting late and he had gotten all the things he needed, but the elf found himself getting hungry. He drove around a bit before finding a taco place that he thought looked good, and before long he was in line. Maluon was someone who ate quite a bit, as he was quite tall and worked out a lot when he wasn't working on other things.

Maluon looked around every now and again as he waited. He wasn't a huge fan of being away from his home for too long, as he has had some bad experiences in the past.

 

[Stricken Steel]

The Angel of Death

The Grimm Reaper walked alongside the sidewalk as he twirled his staff. "La-De-Da-Dum..." The Tall lanky figure sang as he walked quite peacefully. The Capital was such a great place for the Reaper to fit in and actually try to live a life alongside humans. Most humans were quite kind to him though he has found a few...That hates him.
Grim continued to walk as he stared at the Sky-piercing skyscrapers nearest the middle of the city, Oh how he wished the humans did not leave earth, It was a much better place than this, But due to the humans completely scraping the planet of its resources It simply did not exist as It once did.

The Reaper approached a bar and a bag of coins appeared in his hand. What were the coins made of, You ask? The coins are made of Tungsten, One of the rarest and still rarest metals known to mankind and Myths alike, Even though Grimm was simply able to summon the coins from the skies of heaven. They were forged by the Myths long ago, And are quite rare to find until this very day.

The 7-Foot tall reaper entered the bar and sat down on a barstool making his staff disappear whilst tossing a coin to the bartender. The bartender raised a brow and asked, "The usual?" The Reaper turned his head to the bartender and stared at him with his empty eye sockets. "Indeed, Add some Cobra blood to It as well, Please." The Reaper answered as he tapped his bony fingers in a rhythmic beat on the polished wooden counter. The bartender poured him a glass of Moonshine and added a half-cup of Cobra blood to it. He sat it down In front of the reaper and the reaper picked it up and swished the glass slowly. Grimm lifted the glass to his bony jaw and took a sip, His teeth clicked against the glass.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Isabella Argent


She absentmindedly followed the path and smells that led the way to her favorite place. When Isabella rounded the corner her emerald eyes widened, a frown forming on her face. A sigh escaping her lips before she could control it and as she got in line muttered, "I didn't realize this would be so long."

Her hands nervously creeped up to twirl her hair around her thin fingers as she rocked back and force on her heels. Growing up in the largest werewolf pack was kind of deceiving. You did not often run into many other people in the pack house or when you were running free in the woods. Circhester was a lot more heavily populated than she had ever been used to and it always made her feel a mix of discomfort and pride. Pride mostly due to the fact that people flocked here to live together in harmony despite the dangerous aspect of any negative groups that occasionally popped up. There hadn't been one in a while which is why the council had so many meetings. They usually tried to squash threats before they got too bad.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Soprano Avery

The smells of the night sky and glittering city mingled together and were so intoxicating as they filled the pearlescent nostrils of a very large and shimmering dragon as it perched on the rooftop of the cathedral-like towers a top a well lit apartment building. Everyone was getting home for the evening and marveling at the pale guardian that they were now so used to seeing gracing their home. The light from the streetlights and skyline bounced of the iridescent scales and left them in awe at sight. Little did they know that this magnificent creature was more lonesome than he felt like a protector. He, like most dragons of this age, were older than everyone around them and often it was hard to interact in a way that made sense. Soprano Avery was a bit different. He had spent much of his life teaching sirens the songs of the ancient ones and learning the different art that came from everything.

Looking back on his life, he had been helpful and influential in many ways, but now he preferred to keep to his knowledge to himself. Hoarding every skill like a precious gemstone in a hoard and making them ageless. As long as he was alive it would be safe. No dragon had realistically died outside of starting wars with other creatures.

Lost in thought, he shifted his wings to their widest and slowly refurled them as he proceeded to shift forms. He felt as his bones shifted and adjusted in size as well as shape to a towering snow white maned man with a band of shimmering platinum scales that stood out against his alabaster skin on his right arm. The caught the moonlight and sent a rainbow cascade out into the world as he reached for his dark jeans and a heather grey button up shirt. He had learned a long time ago that strutting around in his humanly form in all it’s glory was frowned upon. He pulled on his clothes before tugging his boots on and taking the elevator to the lobby and decided to head out to be a part of civilization.

The streets were so well known to him that his feet automatically took him to his chosen destination. He needed food and found that the local bar had the best pub food when you were feeling down. He smiled lightly as he entered and pulled up a seat at the bar. They knew he didn’t drink due to the potential danger of a Sour stone reaction from the residue of all the citrus that they use in drinks. A fizzy sugary drink was placed in front of him without a word and given a menu so he could figure out what he wanted to eat tonight.

 

[Stricken Steel]

The Angel of Death

Grimm slowly turned to the Newcomer who had sat down a seat away from him. His rib cage cracked as he turned and stopped when he asked, "I'm surely guessing you must come here often, My friend." The Reaper raised the glass to his mouth again and sat it down on the counter with a small clinking sound.

Grimm glanced to the scales on the man's arm then at his snow-colored hair. "I must properly Introduce myself, I am The Grimm Reaper, or simply Grimm. It is nice to meet you, Soprano. I already knew your name before you came here, I know everyone's names." The Reaper said as he cracked his knuckles with satisfying cracking sounds. In fact, He simply did this for the sound, not for Intimidation and such preposterous things.

 

[Windjammer]

Maluon moved slowly with the rest of the line, getting more hungry with each step. His arms were crossed as he caught the scent of the food.

"I can already tell why this place is so popular." He said to no one in particular.

Maluon was reading the menu every chance he got in order to decide what he really wanted. In any case, he was probably going to be getting quite a bit of it. Maluon often worked up quite an appetite with all the heavy lifting he does. This is especially true since business has been increased lately as evidenced by having replaced no less than three radiators in just two hours the other day, and that doesn't include all the other stuff.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Isabella Argent

She was puffing out her cheeks for her own amusement when the person in front of her spoke. She stared up at him hesitantly, she was sure he had not really been speaking to her. She responded all the same, "They only got their permit about two weeks ago. Every new eatery takes at a minimum of 10 weeks before the hype dies down, but a few people I know have already eaten here and said it was very good. Lots of options and if you have a dietary restriction they are accommodating."

She did not know many citizens outside of those that were in the embassy and those who came to visit her shop. Nevertheless, she was friendly when she interacted with others to the best of her abilities.


Soprano Avery

A voice disrupted the dragon's inner monulog and decision making process. Turned icy eyes upward, not sure why someone was actually interacting with him. He said nothing while this stranger introduced himself to him. 'A Grimm Reaper...' He thought numbly as the man continued to tell him things about himself. If he were normal, he might not second guess the skin crawling feeling of someone knowing him so in depth. "Uh.... yeah, I like the food." He muttered, not entirely sure what to say. He just stared at the being who would have frightened the human population as he cracked his knuckles. 'Not sure how bones can do that...' He continued to muse inwardly.

 

[Stricken Steel]

The Angel of Death

Grimm seemed to stare at the Ancient Dragon in his humanoid form. "Just the...food? No friends? No spouse to drink with? No family?" The Reaper asked as he seemed to raise a brow but his upper eye-socket moved upwards a bit. "I mean you are a dragon yes...But that doesn't mean you should keep away from things. Try something new, My friend."

The bartender sat a bowl of mixed chex in front of the reaper. The reaper drove a bony hand in and popped a handful into his mouth, Crunching on the chex as If he still had a tongue and flesh to hold it all in his mouth. "Want some?" Grimm asked as he held the bowl out to Soprano.

 

[Windjammer]

Maluon replied to the lady behind him even though he wasn't talking to no one in particular.

"That's neat, how did you know that though? Ive never heard that fact before."

He noticed that she was well dressed, and he thought it a bit odd but did not question it. He did wonder what she did for a living, as most people who had common jobs wouldn't dress so nicely.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Soprano Avery

A chuckle grew in his throat as he looked down at the menu. " No thanks, they don't always empty the bowls of that and there could be residue." The bartender came over and he said his order quickly before turning back to the other.

"I feel like it is a safe assumption that you've been around a long time. When you live that long, you have to watch the people you care about wither away. I had someone a long time ago and I am not really looking to lose someone like that ago. It's hard and unpleasant to say the least." He watched as the skeletal man continued to eat chex mix. "How exactly does that work if you don't mind me asking?" He said with a small smile on as he propped his head on the palm of his hand.


Isabella Argent


The blonde folded her hands together and tucked them under her chin nervously, " Oh um... well, I work at the Embassy and we keep track of the trends and such in the city. We try to make sure every place has a fair chance." She glanced up at the man in front of her, unsure of whether or not she was being a weirdo. It wasn't unusual to make random conversation with other people. It happened to her all the time, but she was not used to initiating it.

 

[Stricken Steel]

The Angel of Death

Grimm thought a moment after Soprano let out a remark about his age. "Indeed, My friend. I am something along the lines of Two-Thousand human years or more. I did not enjoy the Humans raping their original planet of resources. But, It would no longer support life until this very day." He seemed to pause for a short moment and take another swig of his Cobra-Shine. Then, After Soprano asked how he is able to eat.
"It is quite simple actually, Very similar to magic. But, Say If someone shot me with an arrow or one of those small musket-like things filled with a shell with gunpowder, I would still take damage from that, As a normal mortal does." Grimm answered as he chewed on more Chex.

 

[talulazu]

Poppy Claws
***​

It was getting late, now, the sky darkening as a nighttime chill bit the air. Poppy had been wandering for most of the afternoon, and as light began to drain from the world, she found herself standing outside of the open gates to a city park. The wanderers inside were sparse, and always had someone with them, as far as she could see. Near the lake was a napping dragon, a harpy perched on their back and gazing into the gleaming surface of the water. And she could see a dryad who was leering at anybody who passed too close from one of the elder trees.

Poppy was tired of looking for a shell to make hers for now, one hand worrying the strap of her bag in thought as she stood like a ghost at the entrance to the park. She'd slept as a cat many times before, and a park might be better than the woods. She wandered in and gazed around at the street lamps, where inside blazed a magical fire. They dimmed and flickered like pretty floating orbs, in a way that made the area glow softly.

She meandered over to a bench, letting out a yawn as she pulled her bag off to set beside her seat on the ground. Then Poppy sat down, pulling her legs up in front of her and looking up to the night sky. There weren't so many stars here, because of all the lights and the neon. But something about the void above, twinkling slightly here and there while holding up the moon, was soothing to look at anyway.

 

[RavenSong]

CELESTE

Celeste Voldari lived in a smoky small apartment on the outskirts of the capital city. The walls were painted blue and chipping in certain places. There was open magazines and books everywhere that ranged from natural sciences to history. She was particularly fascinated by academics, culture and human psychology being at the top of her list. Whenever she wasn’t researching inventions she was searching for purpose or a meaning to life.

But on this particularly cloudy day after much trial an error she had managed to fully construct a clockwork automaton. Nothing too complicated though just a simple clockwork bird. There was a small grin coloring her lips as the image of the small mechanic machine reflected on her tinted goggles. Her white hair had some darkened black spots from handling various types of grease. She didn’t mind. She was in the brink of passing her very own final exam. At least that’s how she saw it.

After hours of sitting in the same position setting tiny screws, bolts, gears and nuts she took the goggles off with a sigh leaning back in her chair bringing her hands to her face in exhaustion. “Ugh.. at last..” her tail seemed to sway happily emitting an electric hiss. Celeste was actually very excited.
She stood up and gave it a few turns with the master key she had hanging on her neck. She stepped back as it began to stir and whir to life. It’s eyes beginning to glow a bright blue. Then suddenly it shut off and fell motionless on her workbench.

A most bright smile was forming on her dirty face before the contraption simply fell dead.
“W-what?” She said as she rest her hands over her head tugging on her hair. “..it.. it can’t be.. I..” her mind racing through the cosmos remembering every bit of parchment and scroll on there topic.
She was too emotional to notice that it’s eyes were still glowing faintly when she started stomping about on the wooden boards beneath her feet.
“What.. did.. I.. do.. wrong?!” She exclaimed in mental agony. “I spent almost a year on this!”

She would sit back down and lay her forehead on the desk looking down blankly at the floor boards. The tip of her tail was going crazy in thought before looking up at the clockwork piece. Her eyes suddenly glowing an icy blue as her rage suddenly reached a boiling point and with a loud shout flung a ball of electricity at her invention sending it out the window in a sudden explosion.

To her surprise the avian invention roared to life and she shrieked in joy as she looked out the large opening on her apartment wall as it flew out flying in place as it gazed at her. “It’s alive! It’s alive!” She exclaimed loudly then to the busy crowd down below. She quickly climbed out the window and started walking on the ledge of the building following the mechanical bird. “Come here you..” she started “..you.. chicken!”
She didn’t know she was heading towards the taller skyscrapers in the vast metropolis many scents filled the air up there. She sniffed and her stomach grumbled. “Hmm? Smells good..” she said to herself as she walked the perilous edge.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Soprano Avery

The pair of ice colored eyes gave off no hint of emotion as he nodded. "hmmm.... makes sense, makes sense.... So I'm guessing you came over with the first group of human settlers back then. It was not fun watching them try to acclimate to a new planet. Especially with all the negative response to them just showing up." He remembered it well. The humans had seemed to crash land into their world with no warning. The homosapien type creature that they had had before them was not nearly advanced evolution wise. It forced a massive change in the environment as well as a surge in evolution for their native humans into what they were today and required a lot of adapting on everyone's part.

'Funny, there's a creature as old as imaginable, but it still didn't compare to the length of time from the first dragons.' Soprano thought. He wrinkled his nose briefly before he next spoke. "My favorite thing was being a myth for the sirens. We taught them to sing so long ago that we are just heavenly gods to them now. " The memory played back in his head as he said every word.

Dragons being some of the oldest creatures on the planet explored every inch of it first. They learned about everything as they learned about themselves. At an early age, a dragon realizes that the vibrations that come from deep in their maw can be manipulated. They learned to create such ethereal sounds that it could touch the mind of any creature at any given distance. Envious of this skill, the seafolk sought out the most beautiful of dragons and requested that they teach them to sing. All the oldest songs by them are but memories of their time with the dragons now. This was also how the humans began to settle in specific areas. They sought out the Dragons' Song and would settle nearby. It was not always good for the dragon and they often hummed without knowing it. It was a troublesome behavior.


Lukas Hayden Moon

Walking past the iron barred gates, the pale fellow made a quick glance through the park. There were very few places that were as free as this in the city, but it was also best to hide in plain sight. "What would they actually do to me at this point though?" He thought aloud. It had been so long that they might not even think about the children of that time. It wasn't like they had actually done anything wrong themselves.

He shook his head to clear it of the thoughts of the past before reaching into his bag. He looked up quickly and glanced around trying to ensure that no one was paying attention to him. He rummaged for a moment before he pulled out a few scraps of metal that he had found today. Satisfied, he made his way to the quieter side of the park and plopped in the grass alert to anything that might cause alarm.

It was like they called to him, letting him know that they were there and abandoned. A few looked like they had been cut off ad discarded when making something during construction of buildings, while others were sharp bits that he picked up in parking lots. Never the less, they caused him to feel the all too familiar tingle of power. He smiled softly as he turned them to liquid in his hand and pushed them until they blended shaping them into an orb, a soothing numbness grew at the base of his spine. Stress of the day melted away from him and then it was when he noticed a bag on the ground by a nearby bench. He immediately stiffened at the sight. A quick glance told him that there was someone there as well. Had they seen him? The thought crossed his mind and he plunged his hand containing the metallic orb deep into the pocket of his jacket.

 

[talulazu]

Poppy Claws
***​

Little wisps of clouds inched slowly across the sky as Poppy watched, arms wrapped around her legs, chin resting on her knees now as she relaxed alone. It was almost mesmerizing, the night sky. She preferred watching it without light pollution, but no matter what, it seemed to draw her in, almost like it wanted her attention as much as she wanted to give it.

She almost jumped when she saw movement in her peripheral vision, was surprised she hadn't heard this new person approach. A tall figure with pale hair, silver like the moon, was walking near. They sat down not too far from her bench, though they hadn't seemed to notice Poppy, preoccupied as they were with some bits of metal from their pocket. Poppy watched absently, hoping she was being discreet, as the person fiddled with the pieces of metal, shiny in the light from the street lamps, and then easily melted the metal in their palm, forming an orb with the now-liquid pieces.

If she'd had cat ears in her human form, they would have perked up. It was a neat trick, one she had never seen someone pull in her years watching feats of magic, and she watched this one raptly before the person suddenly stiffened. She quickly glanced away, still watching in her peripheral, as they looked her way and then quickly hid the orb in their pocket. Her curiosity piqued, she looked back without turning her head, eyes a little brighter than before.

A tiny inkling of a thought crept into her mind just then, because of where she was, and what this city meant for history, but she barely entertained it. Poppy was young when the war was going on, and isolated. She had lived most of her life in the wild, only going into towns at first to look at them, and learn about them. But many werecats, at least in the clans she knew of, had no want for such domestic lives, and so she didn't linger, urged on by the longing in her veins to wander, urged on by the words of her absent parents to keep moving. So what she knew about the war was only supplemented by scraps she'd heard from these short visits. But....

It's not like she could ask this person if they were one of the children experimented upon all those years ago. And what were the odds she would meet one now, out of the blue? This was likely just a wizard or a witch, and by the looks of them, they seemed... self-conscious? Most mages weren't shy about magic usage, but maybe this one was shy in the same way Poppy was shy about singing around others. It was just for her, something she did in private. She hoped she hadn't encroached on something like that with this one.

Poppy wasn't much for conversation... or social interaction of any kind, unless she wanted to purchase something. But she wouldn't mind seeing more of this metal trick. And it wouldn't hurt to reassure them.

"Th-that," she spoke up hesitantly, turning her head to look at the silver haired person, her voice raspy from disuse, and she cleared her throat. She could probably due with some water, but it could wait for now. "That was... c-cool? Um. The thing you just did. W-with the metal?" Her voice petered out at the end, and she flushed lightly at her stutter, but hoped it wouldn't be too noticeable. She wasn't used to talking.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Lukas Hayden Moon

Amethyst eyes shot up at the sound of the figure's voice and the realization that he had been seen sunk in. Hopefully, the dots would not be connected... After all, it had been a very long time since the destruct of the experimental facilities. No one knew how many of the children there were or the powers that each of them possessed. Not only that, but most of the ones that were shown during demonstrations or outside training which gave the secret away were at the other facility. His skills had never deemed worthy enough to have been shown or taken outside.

His face saddened as he heard her voice crack a little like it suffered from the pressure of use. "It not really anything special..." His voice mellow. He did not spend a lot of time talking either so he understood. His free hand dipped into his bag as he stood and pulled out a bottled tea as he offered it to her. "I'm guessing you haven't been here long?" He said inquisitively and tilting his head towards her bag. It looked like it was made to carry every possession you could acquire in a lifetime. From the look of the woman she was not normally in the city. From her short bright ruby tresses to her loose fitting close, she had the appearance of someone who spent most of their life outside of settlements. He envied the free lifestyle, he could realistically do the same if he did not have everything else about him being human. Humans couldn't live in the wild so it would give away what he could do. He would be the reason that they would take up the hunt for experimental children. If there was one there could be hundreds.

During the war, the government and allied Mythicals had struck first, asked no questions, and obliterated anything that looked reminiscent of the dangers that they perceived to be true. Lukas didn't even know if there was anything left at Alowood, his lost home. After they escaped they had had no where to go back to and the thought of that place sent a chill down his spine. It was not a pleasant place and he had suffered repeated torture until his abilities emerged, but it was the only thing he had of his past.

 

[Windjammer]

"That's good to hear. I can certainly say there are plenty of other places in this world that aren't so kind."

Maluon began to think about the time he was picked on by a bunch of human teens for his pointed ears and yellow eyes. These people were basically saying he was a monster or a savage. He still hasn't forgiven them for it in his mind. He then thought about the fact that no place is perfect and his mind soon moved on.

"I'm just glad that I'm able to make a living for myself with out being treated like trash."

 

[talulazu]

Poppy Claws
***​

"Oh!" Poppy reached for the bottle without thought, mostly driven by instinct, before taking pause and hesitating, her expression taking on a serious edge for a moment. "Um, thank you," she said, and then took it politely, relaxing and offering a small smile to the man after she remembered her manners. She fiddled with it for a moment as she answered, "Yeah, um. I actually just. Got here? This afternoon."

Poppy opened the bottle, gaze downward and focused on it as she took a small drink that turned into a long gulp. She was more thirsty than she thought, and she let out a relieved sigh when she stopped, lowering the half-empty bottle and putting the lid back on idly.

"I kinda just, um. F-float around? From place to place," she glanced up again, still fiddling with the bottle. "I don't even usually, um... t-talk to people. Um, you're a, uh, a wizard or something, r-right?" she asked, and then lifted one hand to mimic the motion he had done with the metal and smiling. She was holding back most of her excitement about the trick, but couldn't keep the sparkle of interest from her gaze as she looked his way, still thoroughly impressed. Then she paused, lowering her hand and chuckling nervously, "Or, is that rude? Some kind of fae...? Uh, well, h-how long have you been here?"

 

[Stricken Steel]

Soprano Avery

The pair of ice colored eyes gave off no hint of emotion as he nodded. "hmmm.... makes sense, makes sense.... So I'm guessing you came over with the first group of human settlers back then. It was not fun watching them try to acclimate to a new planet. Especially with all the negative response to them just showing up." He remembered it well. The humans had seemed to crash land into their world with no warning. The homosapien type creature that they had had before them was not nearly advanced evolution wise. It forced a massive change in the environment as well as a surge in evolution for their native humans into what they were today and required a lot of adapting on everyone's part.

'Funny, there's a creature as old as imaginable, but it still didn't compare to the length of time from the first dragons.' Soprano thought. He wrinkled his nose briefly before he next spoke. "My favorite thing was being a myth for the sirens. We taught them to sing so long ago that we are just heavenly gods to them now. " The memory played back in his head as he said every word.

Dragons being some of the oldest creatures on the planet explored every inch of it first. They learned about everything as they learned about themselves. At an early age, a dragon realizes that the vibrations that come from deep in their maw can be manipulated. They learned to create such ethereal sounds that it could touch the mind of any creature at any given distance. Envious of this skill, the seafolk sought out the most beautiful of dragons and requested that they teach them to sing. All the oldest songs by them are but memories of their time with the dragons now. This was also how the humans began to settle in specific areas. They sought out the Dragons' Song and would settle nearby. It was not always good for the dragon and they often hummed without knowing it. It was a troublesome behavior.

The Angel of Death

Grimm nodded slowly and said, "I watched them from Atop a cloud in the cosmos. When they became friendly with us Myths, I decided to show myself to them. To prove I was a...Merciful being. I actually enjoyed helping them build alongside us Myths."
The Reaper raised the glass once more and said, "I must go, My friend. I have to lead another's soul to the cosmos. Here, Take these as a gift." The Reaper sat a small bag filled with Tungsten coins, Very valuable to humans.
The Reaper was enveloped in a purple-ish mist and was teleported to the heavens. A white-colored being, More known as a mortal's soul, Was gliding towards heaven faster than the speed of light. "Enjoy your forever peaceful home, Mortal." The Reaper said as the golden gates opened and the soul was absorbed.
The Reaper sighed and glided out the clouds and back towards the planet, He called home. Oh how he yearned for passage past the golden gates, But he wasn't allowed so as he was a being more known as Death itself.

 

[Parrot Parfait]

Mild
​

“zz...zzz-Mmrphm!” Mild muttered as he suddenly propped himself up. Still groggy from having just woken up, Mild looked out the window half-thinking day had arrived. It was night. The day’s absence prompted a few more seconds of confused thinking before he realized he’d just woken up from a bad dream. They were never coherent enough for him to fully remember them. The only thing he ever recalled from them was a sense of desperation, pain, and loneliness. Bah, none of that mattered now.

Mild immediately laid back down into bed and waited for sweet sleep to take him. And he waited, and waited, and waited until a full 30 minutes passed until he got so bored that he just got up and turned on the lights. A glass of water would help him to fall back asleep. When he left his room, he was about to head down to the kitchen when he noticed Granny’s (more like landlady’s) door was slightly opened. Curious, he peeped inside the room. Nobody. Strange, Granny wasn’t up at this hour. Slightly confused, he hopped down the stairs to the first floor.

No lights. No people. No sign of even a midnight snack or a glass of water. Though, just as he was about to get worried, he noticed that the tacky hat stand near the residential entrance had a hat missing. Some of his tension was released, but he couldn’t shake off that awful feeling.

“I should probably call her,” Mild thought to himself before reaching for the landline. He inputted her cell phone number and waited for a moment when a cheery gospel music ringtone began playing upstairs, prompting Mild to press his palm against his forehead in annoyance. That was the ump-teenth time she left her phone, and right when it counted. He just stood there for a moment before deciding that he’d go look for her. After donning a colorful pom-pom beanie, his tinted goggles, and a jacket that made him look beehive, he looked like your average 10 year old going to elementary school on a cold winter day, except he wasn’t going to school nor was he 10 years old. After gathering a few other things into his backpack, he left through the residential entrance and locked the door behind him.

Sticking to the most visible streets, Mild began asking people on the street if they’ve seen a little old lady wearing an old-style wide-brimmed hat with lots of flowers and a shawl that screamed the color plaid. Nothing turned up. Befitting of adults, anyone he asked offered to drive him home or to call his parents, all of which he denied.

On his 17th attempt, his wandering led him to a busy street near an intersection. On his side of the street, there was an unusually long line for what seemed to be tacos. After tucking in his green hair, he walked up to a woman who appeared to be talking with an elf.

“Hello ma’am,” he asked politely in his usual 10 year-old tone, “have you seen a little old lady wearing a flower hat and a criss-cross scarf? Oh, and here’s what she looks like.” With his mittened hand, he slipped out a picture of an old, caucasian woman who looked to be in her 70s or 80s. “When mom, dad and I got home, we found out she wandered out without her phone, so mom and dad asked me to go find her.” He was hoping this woman would recognize Granny, but to be honest, he wasn’t expecting much either.

 

[xxblackrabbitxx]

Soprano Avery

The dragon stared for a minute after the other evaporated. It had been a very confusing encounter and it ended almost as abruptly as it had began. 'Oh well...' He mused mentally as he stretched his arms above his head. He glanced at the bag that the reaper had left and reluctantly leaned over to take it. He did not horde coins or gold like some dragons still did, but he felt it would be rude not to accept 'the gift' as the other had said. It was unusual to him for someone to take a moment of his time and offer him something in return.

The last time this had happened, it ended in disaster and soured his taste for companionship. The memory of the girl's screams as she had watched her guards die echoed through his head as soon as the thought entered his mind. He hadn't done anything wrong, but it was hard to prove yourself not guilt when you were a dragon and not only were the guards dead, but the bandits who tried to capture her were as well. It was not his fault that during his time escorting her to her destination she became enamored with him and refused to marry the man she was sent to. The two kingdoms had been so enraged that they set out to hunt down the dragon. He glanced down at his human hands and cringed. This was when he learned that it was better to hide himself from most of the world.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as a platter was placed in front of him. It had a few dishes laid on it to include a bowl with a hearty broth and a mixture of a tenderized chunks of rabbit meat, wild onions, cubed red potatoes and slivers of carrots to balance out the savory broth as well as a sandwich laden with the same meat and a thick cream based sauce. a variety of steamed vegetables and a loaf of hearty bread that gave off a nutty aroma with honey to dip pieces torn from it. He came here often and the barkeep knew him well. The metabolism of a dragon required a bit more to keep him alive and often people would have questioned the large amount of stew next to a full human meal and a loaf of bread normally reserved for a group of people. He let a hint of a smile come to his lips as he thanked the man and began to eat his food.

Isabella Argent

Isabella frowned slightly at the air of sadness around the man as she heard the small voice to her right. She turned and listened as the child spoke to her. From his childlike, slightly mismatched looking appearance it was hard to imagine anything being incorrect with what he told her. She felt a twinge of irritation at parents sending their child out alone to find someone, but then again looks could be decieving. She didn't know what he was and it could be entirely plausible for some types of mythicals to be fully capable at their own defense very young. She had been when she was that age. She smiled and leaned down a little so she wasn't feeling like she was towering over the child.

"Im sorry sweetie, I haven't seen her, but I can make a few calls if you'd like." She said pulling out her phone. "Does she do this often? I can have them check some of the medical facilities in case she got hurt." She continued as she dialed without confirmation. She spoke quickly to the recipient of her call. Being part of the higher ups did have it's perks, if you needed to find someone it could be done quickly. She only had to repeat the description of the elderly woman a few times. Yes, we are looking for an elderly woman. She had a plaid scarf and a floral hat and was likely in her 70s to 80s. Within minutes she had an answer, "I have some good news."

She reached into her pocket and pulled out some paper as she wrote down some information. "She was found wandering downtown, but they gave me the address of the clinic they took her to. I don't think she got too hurt, but there was an accident with one of the street carts and they likely took her to get some x-rays to make sure everything was ok. Here is her patient ID number and it looks like it is in the mental health wing. I would try to check there first, it's usually the most secure place for patients that wander considering how they found her." Afraid that she was going to overwhelm the boy, she paused and her emerald eyes glistened a little. The thought of a family member disappearing could be a lot to handle. She smiled lightly as she tore the paper from her pad and held it out to him.


Lukas Hayden Moon

He relaxed slightly when she guessed at what he was. "Something like that..." He said with a small hesitant smile. He could play off that he was a very untalented wizard.... with only one trick. "I'm just not very good at magic... I've only found a couple things that I do well." He mused as she seemed to show real enthusiasm as she asked about his power.

How long had he been here? That was a good question. "I have been here a long time. I have been here since the settlement was established I guess." He said, hoping his answer to the question didn't open up too much suspicion. The lab assistant who had taken pity on them had brought as many of them as she could to Circhester. Some had been lost in the escape and some had not wanted to be so close to Mythicals so they had settled in human villages, but Lukas had been really attached to the Lab Assistant. She was kind to him and so he was willing to go where ever she had wanted to take him. After three years with her settled in the city though, she had been offered a job in another settlement for the extent of their project. She had taken it and he was here alone now.

Absentmindedly he pulled out the metal orb from his pocket. It reflected fractions of the light in different colors and he noticed that the surface of the metals together looked almost like an oil spill. He smiled a bit as he noticed the rings in it like those of trees and the immediate thought of stripes came to mind. Without much thought, the area when the metal touched tingled as he felt the material react to his unconscious thought. Once done the metal felt cool in his hand and he wordlessly held out the palm sized creature with four thin legs, iridescent green eyes and stripes going down it's back to a long curling tail wrapping itself loosely around its form. The nicest part was the tiny whiskers that, without even touching, he knew were softer than silk. His creations never had sharp edges until it was completely necessary.