Fantasy The Runaways

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[aaaah]

I rather be a werewolf than be burned alive at stake. Max Sanchi

Name: Max Sanci


Age: 18


Gender: Boy


Sexuality: Hetrosexual(Bi-Curious)


Blood Type: O-


Likes: Other friendly werewolves like him, Friendship, Video Games, Pizza,The Runaways


Dislikes: People hurting him, Child abusers, Unfriendly Werewolves, Cats, Assholes


Habits: Often bites his fingernails


Talents: Super Agility and Strength


Personality: Even though he is a werewolf, he is pacifist and loyal to his friends. He got turned into a werewolf after getting bite by one while he was getting water from the store. He accidentally killed someone in his werewolf form and the town found out that he was a werewolf and ran away. Then,the runaways found him and recruited him.


Supernatural Being/Power: Werewolf


Other: He wears his hoodie 24/7/365


toto


Werewolf Form:

 

[SecretRock]

'Well, I didn't think I was turning into a salamander!'


Name: Skadi Nam


Nickname: Nam


Age: 16


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Demisexual


Blood Type: O+


Appearance: Nam has short, light brown hair, and stark blue eyes. She wears black glasses with thick frames that, along with her round face, short stature, and flat chest, make her look a lot younger than she actually is.


Her wings have a wingspan of about six feet and are a green-turquoise colour with spines along their bone structure. The scales that started growing up her arms, neck, cheeks and the back of her hands share the same colour. To try and hide said scales, Nam wears long sleeved shirt or jackets and normally has plasters or a scarf to hde the ones on her face.


Likes: Strategy games, chewy sweets, superhero films, flying.


Dislikes: Her first name. I mean, who names their kid Skadi? How is that even pronounced? Also, flying while wearing glasses, or glasses in general.


Habits: Biting her lip.


Talents: She used to play piano and can cook very well.


Personality: Nam looks like a kid and she acts like one. She can be petty, jealous and lazy, prefering to put things off or have other people do it. She can also be easily embarressed, though she's quick to fogive and quick to trust.


Background: Nam has always been distant from her family, but when she started finding the scales, she didn't quite like the idea of leaving her friends behind. Even though, she thought, bing as average as she was, no really significant relationships, no commitments, no one would really notice if she did disappear. She was thinking this as she left and saw the Runaways as a new start. The only thing she really misses about her old life is an old stuffed toy she used to have called Toto.


Supernatural Being/Power: Scaly wings, scales growing on skin, fire breath.


Others: Nada

 

[Baconhands]

"There's a glorious, ironic weed in this world, a weed of cruelty and intelligence, ignorance and brilliance. It is called mankind, and it's a weed I intend to root out."


Name: Fia (Fee-a) Jymena


Nickname: "Nicknames seem childish. Isn't it easier to call me by my real name? Or would Toto be easier?"


Age: 16


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Blood type: O+


Appearance: Fia stands at five foot eight inches tall, with a slender, semi-athletic body. Her auburn hair falls about half a foot past her shoulders, and it is normally left loose, though it is well kept. She has deep violet eyes with a scar travelling over her right eye, from her eyebrow to the top of her cheek. Normally, she wears a snow-white leather long coat over a black shirt along with white trousers. On the back of the coat is a golden eye hand stitched into the fabric. She normally carries around a brown bag which contains a small pouch of engraved stones and a note pad and pen.


Likes: Nature, Animals, Books, Small groups, Outsmarting others


Dislikes: Proud people, The Government, The Rich, Ignorant people, Those who don't appreciate their 'gift'


Habits: She has a pocket watch that she keeps in her right pocket that she occasionally winds up.


Talents: She's a quick sprinter but she's not a distance runner. She enjoys writing short stories.


Personality: Fia has never been good at making new friends, which is typically why she'll normally stick to introducing herself to a couple of people. She's quite a secretive person and will normally keep her distance from others. Despite this fact, she's not scared of crowds and is quite an honourable person. Fia will always try to see something through to the end, and will remain loyal to a cause she believes. However, she tries to act in her own interests which can make her seem selfish and self-centred which isn't the case.


Background: (WiP)


Supernatural being/Power: Using her stones, she can summon familiars. This drains her more and more while she has her familiars summoned, though this is barely noticeable when she has one familiar summoned. At the moment, she can summon four different beings: a dire wolf, a raven, a ferret and a human-like creature.


Other: (Unsure what to put here. @Chibii )

 

[macathan]

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NAME ! Hakai Yonikura


Age ! Seventeen


Gender ! Cis-female


Sexual Orientation ! Pansexual Heteromantic


Blood Type ! O-


DOB ! 26th August


Height ! 5 ft 8


Weight ! 125 lbs


Dominant Side ! Ambidextrous


Appearance ! Hakai has a weak and fragile appearance. Tall and lanky, and lacking any sort of curves, she can easily be mistaken for a boy (and when met, is.). She doesn't care for the way she dresses, and hates people who pamper themselves a bit too much. She used to look beautiful, long black hair, and dark purple eyes. Until the activation of her powers. She cropped off her rich hair in a daze, and now its matte and dull, lacking all of what it had before, her eyes turned a sickly yellow and her ivory skin tone changed into deathly pale. She used to have a healthy, a bit full body too. Not now though, all of the fat is gone, replaced with a bony build.

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Hakai is a destructive entity. A constant chaos, with flurries of emotions everywhere at anytime. She is nearly comatose, and has a very emotional power. Which is more or less how she got this way. She is arrogant, but only because of how insecure she is, she thinks herself to be both pathetic and strong, however the one she believes to be the truth is obvious. She thinks that she is weak, pathetic, but she tricks herself into believing that she is strong by the constant usage of her powers.


She is easily enraged, easily upset, very gullible, and is just a mess. She tries to always stay in control, no matter the consequences. And even when hope is lost, and even if she herself knows what she is doing is wrong, she will do it anyway. Because she sees no other way out, simple as that. She clings on to what she knows, no matter what, and never gives up in anything, and she will till her dying breath, believe in what she stood for.

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? Sweets of any kind




? Rainbows




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? Spices in food (ex: curry)




? Rain




? Feeling weak

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Born to Suzuya Yonikura and Ken Yonikura, on the twenty sixth of August, the girl was a joy to be around. Even as a baby, constantly giggling, happy and curious, she seemed to be forever young in a nature. Constantly asking, feeling, perceiving, the girl was an excited fellow. A ring of 'This and that!' always followed her and she was able to easily make friends with a lot of kids while in kindergarten. Hakai always tried to make others around her happy and tries to that nowadays too, just a load more rarely.

Hakai never would have thought that she, the most normal person ever, would have a gift, a power.


It surfaced at the age of twelve. The small flashes of anger, sadness and excitement finding their way through her, from unknown sources. Sometimes she'll be experiencing something completely out of her body, a memory. But not her memory. Flying kites with her grandparents.....was a lovely day..... But wait. Her grandparents are long dead..... It was confusing, and slowly she began to understand.


It wasn't her memories, those ere the memories of other people. And it scared her, scared her a lot.


She had ran away from the cities populace. She ran and ran, and ran. She was then found by a research facility, which in its own way, was a prison. The white sterile walls. They haunt her in her dreams. The large syringes, filled with acid, stabbed her skin. Burned through her.


And her getting out was a coincidence too. Thy left the door open, and she just slipped out. Easy as that, she then ran more. She felt as if in she would run for her whole life.


Until someone found her, a kind man, ho also had a power. But it was more different, he was not human. He was something else, and by that point Hakai couldn't even remember what, but he was a monster by human standards. Like her. And the man trained her, he made her stronger, he taught her ho to use her powers to her advantage in fights, he taught her not to push herself too hard. He had taught her humility, and that she was not the brightest star in the galaxy, she made, in a way, made her grow up from her childish ways. She became stronger than ever with his help. The kind old man died of starvation a year later after meeting her.


She was on the run again. Currently she stays in the woods near wherever this takes place.

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E M P A T H Y


Hakai can sense the emotion around her, which is largest cause for her madness. She can pick up emotions, maybe even memories. Hakai hates her power and wished get rid of it more than a couple times. It tortures the girl, to see what other people see.

-X-

"I am sane. I am beautiful. I am unique."


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Hakai trying to convince herself that she is special while at the verge of breakdown.


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"I MATTER! Don't lie to me!"


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Hakai, meeting her now late mentor for the first time.


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"Weak.....WEAK! I'm PATHETIC!"


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Hakai after over-training herself.


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"Just kill me. Now....... Please."


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Hakai, after escaping jail in fear.


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"Fragile? I'M NOT!"


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Her eyes were bleeding out tears. And she felt like the most useless thing in the world.


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[Trombone Geek]

Be sure to read the gender and appearance sections well, it'll really help. I wasn't able to find a female with what I wanted, so I shrugged and decided that this would have to do.

"Your belief in a being higher than yourself will only lead you to a fake sense of safety. You're pathetic."

Name: Meier Tareza (My-er) ((Sorry, I'm not all that good at telling people how to pronounce things..))

Nickname: My

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Homosexual

Blood type: O+

Appearance: Meier was always a thin girl, her fast metabolism not helped by her love for long-distance running, gymnastics, kickboxing, and fencing. She is small, both in size and stature, but can pack quite the punch. She used to be tan fairly well, until her transformation, which made her skin pale and gave her a deathly pallor, along with turning her eyes from blue into a glassy white-grey. She's ungodly light, another result. Her white-blonde hair--a trait she always possessed--used to be long, but as she entered middle school she cut it short and kept it that way. She's usually found in loose clothing, except for when she has a reason otherwise. She doesn't exactly look the most friendly; she didn't even before her shift into undeath, but now she basically has a 'resting bitch face.'

Likes: Quiet, sports, loose clothing, music, singing

Dislikes: Loud noises, the sun, annoying people, being interrupted

Habits: Meier has the tendency to fiddle with a necklace bearing an obsidian stone.

Talents: Quick//Good with a sword//Untiring//Can pose as a corpse or hide easily//Doesn't have to breath or eat

Weaknesses: The sun (minor; suffers illness after being exposed for too long)//Holy magics//Healing magics//Fragile body (when being hit)//Very light; can be sent flying//Gets sick if she eats//Terriers named Toto

Personality: Meier was always very organized, having to be precise with her schedule as she took up more and more athletic activities. Despite her experience in many clubs and sports, she proves to be an introvert, although not a generally hateful person. She shifted away from popularity, finding the fake 'fame' disgusting and being happier with her few true friends. As she grew older, her outlook on life became darker and it was revealed that her family had a history of depression, which she was experiencing. She kept up with her clubs, and was improving her attitude when she was transformed into a being of undeath. Afterwards, her outlook fell immensely, becoming hateful--and, some would even say, envious, though Meier denies it--of all of the living and especially God and those who worshiped him, believing him to be cruel and judgmental. She finds religious people or those who help others without expectation for gain "disgusting and pathetic, for they don't understand that their death lies around the corner." However, despite this, she finds herself drawn to optimistic people.

Background: Meier's parents never explained where the girl's name came from, but she was made fun of it a little. Most of her friends later on stated that it had a sort of majestic ring to it, but she paid it no mind. At a young age, Meier took an interest in kickboxing, and carried that until she graduated the school, taking up fencing when she was old enough, and long-distance running and choir in high school. Being the daughter of rich parents, she had an easy time doing these money-consuming activities. Other than that, her life was pretty normal, with average grades all throughout school. She had just graduated and had her 19th birthday when a horde of Runaway zombies invaded her neighborhood, killing and infecting many people. She was fortunate to have made it out with her mind intact, though some doubt her mentality was entirely unscathed, because afterwards she cursed God and even raided a few churches as a way to act as a 'savior' to the people and killing them, although she managed to keep herself anonymous.

Supernatural being/Power: Zombie of sorts. Her small body made the infection spread so fast that the only difference is her outlook on life, her eyes, her skin tone and the fact that she's freezing to the touch and can no longer properly feel things, only getting a waxy feeling at best. After this transformation, she lost the need to eat or rest, or even breathe, and her body became significantly lighter and more fragile, but still hard to hit.​

 

[Bolts]

"Hey, you look down, wanna see something cool?" -Jesse Hanlen

Name: Jesse Hanlen


Nickname: Jesse Boy, Other things people give him.


Age:21


Gender: Male


sexuality: Asexual


Blood Type: AB+


Appearance:


Jesse stands at a nice 5'11 with a weight around 170lbs. He often doesn't have his glasses on since they are made for reading. His hair is rather poofy and unruly so good luck trying to comb it and stay perfect for long. Most of his clothes are black and white but enjoys switching up his scarf with a variety of colors for creative influence. His eyes are a hazel green but when using his power they turn to white like a blank canvas.


Likes: Board games


-Helping people


-Creativity


-Unity


Dislikes:


-Senseless Drama


-Repetitive problems


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Habits: Often gets lost in his own head. Absentmindedly uses his power when feeling especially creative. Will often have a smoke in his mouth even though its not lit.


Talents: Not the best fighter but talents can be shown in rp.


Personality:


-Reserved- He tends to enjoy his alone time when he can get it. It gives him space to be creative and think things out with no distractions.


-Caring- This guy has an uncanny sense of compassion. If he senses something is getting someone down, he will take it upon himself to talk things out with them. It can get to be too much for him though and burn out. This makes him go back to being reserved till he feels needed again.


-Spacey- He often gets lost in thought about creative things going on in his mind. A new story to tell or neat image he could make, it doesn't matter. He is easily snapped out of it if someone or something interacts with him.


Background:


Jesse had a rather comfortable life growing up. From an early age he knew of his power and realized it wasn't normal. At first he was uncomfortable with the thought but over time grew to accept and love his power. Since he knew people would be kinda freaked by it, he kept to himself which lead to a more reserved life style. His parents moved away after he moved out of their place. He had gotten a nice job at a local comic book/ Games store to support himself. It wasn't till he was working and some kids were wondering about an old role play game did Jesse give himself away. While explaining the lore and mechanics of the game, his power went off without him realizing. While the kids were amazed, his boss was already calling the authorities. Jesse booked it after that and headed towards someplace with cover. The best place he could think of was the woods since it was deep and had tall trees to cover sky views.


Supernatural power: Illusory ability: Creates images he thinks up that seem real to the human mind. The power cannot do harm to people but can make have the recipient feel small things like pinches due to over stimulus. He cannot make illusions where he can't see (like his own head or behind a mountain)


Others: TOTO

 

[caramel]

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Name:

Xavier May Delacroix

Nickname:

Xavi

Age:

17

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Power:

Poison blood.​

 

[Obito Uchiha]

Do you ever get the feeling you were meant to do something... extraordinary?

Name: Cassius Anderson

Nickname: Cass

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Blood Type: O+

Appearance: 5'11 with long brown hair and squared shoulders, often has a backpack and a jacket on.

Likes: Books, Pictures, Acceptance

Dislikes: People with no imagination, Sad stories, Exclusion

Habits: Touching his hair, Doodling, Writing short stories

Talents: Drawing, Writing

Personality:

Cassius is a quiet, polite kid with an introverted personality. Living in a small town didn't stop his incredible imagination, He always wanted to be a superhero; flying through the skies. He's very ambitious and possesses a big heart, However he often overlooks the reality of situations. The longing to be someone special is something very important to Cassius, he wants to be someone so everybody will accept him and stop excluding and bullying him. He's never had many friends, however the ones he does obtain are extremely valuable to him. He'd be willing to defend a friend with his life if need be, companionship and brotherhood are things he has seldom experienced and he holds them in high regard.

Background:*

Cassius grew up in a small town with his father, his mother had passed away after childbirth. His father always raised him to follow his dreams and was incredibly supportive, his dad is his favorite person in the world; his one true friend. He's spent his whole life in Dimsdale and knows most of the people there, that kind of thing being natural in a small town. However even knowing alot of people Cassius had trouble making friends from an early age, most children thought he was weird and came on too strong. Not having the company of children, he retreated into the confines of his imagination. His favorite hobby was reading novels and comics and picturing himself as the hero. He wanted to be the knight saving the princess, or the man flying across the city skyline. Often times he'd draw himself as such characters, and over the years he became an exceptional reader and artist.

He had a rough time in middle school when the kids used him as the target of bullying and made fun of his quirks, however some people were nice to him; never any girls though, something he resented as a young teenager. Things got better when high school came around, everyone just kinda ignored him instead of picking on him. When he began attending he even made a few friends with similar interests in drawing and reading, However in his second year of high school everything changed. Strange things began happening to him, lights would shut off around him, he'd stay in the air a little too long when jumping, things like that. He began hearing whispers of things called "Supernaturals", many of the kids in his school starting simply not coming anymore.

It was around that time that the incident happened. A devastating mass murder caused by these people, they were now being hunted. After the incident Cassius realized that he could turn of the lights himself. It took concentration, but he was certain that it was him. Furthermore, If he really tried to; he could hold himself up in the air. However falling hurt, and differentiating between the two was sometimes hard. After noticing that he was the source of these things, he realized that he was one of them- the Supernaturals. The authorities were searching the houses around town and questioning everyone on these people, and since he was one of them it was only a matter of time before they got to him. He decided that he had to leave, He packed his things into his backpack and took as much food as he could with him. As he was writing the note to his father announcing his departure he saw the police pull into his driveway, covered with Kevlar and holding assault rifles. He left the letter on his bed and left through his bedroom window, running away from everything he's known as he heard the cops knock down his door.




Supernatural Being/Power:

Cassius has the power to absorb other's abilities and use them as his own, however to do this he has to touch them for at least thirty seconds. Furthermore the more abilities he absorbs the harder his powers become to maintain and control, and it takes training to use them properly.

Current abilities: Electronic Manipulation, Flight (Obtained from people at school, general public. Both are very weak currently)
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[YumenoTsukishiro]

I CLAIM THIS SPOT AS A WIP~

 

[Wandering Grim Hollow]

"The past is the past, dwelling on it too long will lead to ruin."
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Name:


Haniwa "Amber" Branwen





Nickname:


Ammy, Han-Han





Age:


17





Gender:


Female





Sexuality:


Asexual





Blood Type:


AB





Appearance:


Haniwa is on the short side with long brown hair and green eyes. An almost perfect copy of the late Amber Branwen if she grew up if not for the eye colour. Her figure and looks are average for a person her age and she likes it that way. Makes her blend into the crowd. As for clothing, Haniwa prefers wearing oversized jackets as it makes her feel safe and comfortable.





Her Homonculi physiology is similar to a human's with all the organs in the right places except for a reddish orb the size of human heart where the human heart usually is. This orb also serves as a weakpoint as that's where the human soul acts as the core.





Likes:


-Ice-cream


-Natto


-Reading





Dislikes:


-Nosy people

-Violence


-Being interrupted




Habits:


Fiddles with her fringe when thinking too hard





Talents:


-First aid


Having a clumsy and eccentric man for a "Father", Haniwa has to learn first aid in order to make sure he doesn't hurt himself too much.


-Plant identification


Reading the odd books in her "Father's" library made her rather knowledgeable with random knowledge. This includes identifying edible plants, poisonous plants and medicinal plants.





Personality:


~ Shy ~


Haniwa was rather sheltered and rarely talked to anyone, only speaking when spoken to. This made it hard for her to make any friends at school.


~ Creative ~


Haniwa's thinking pattern is rather unique and usually ends up with strange yet good solutions.


~ Caring ~


Haniwa is very considerate to others and would always pay back any act of kindness shown to her. In her own unique way.





Background:


Life was simple for Haniwa. She was "born" as a replacement for her "Father's" daughter who had died in a car accident that also claimed the life of his wife. In his grief and pain, he sought out a way to bring them back. Although he knew that alchemy was outlawed, he risked that in order to bring them back as Homonculi. While he failed to bring back his wife, he managed to bring back his daughter.


He named her Haniwa after the clay he used to make her and doted on her. Yet... something seems off. Haniwa was not the bubbly little girl Amber was but rather a seemingly emotionless husk who happens to look like his daughter but he never gave up.





He thought her humanity, morality and knowledge. Sparking up an interest in alchemy, in secret of course. This helped as a semblance of normalcy returned to their lives.


All this changed when THEY came knocking. Haniwa blocked out what happened but all she knows is this: Her Father is dead, there are people out for other Supernatural beings like her and to run as far as she could.





Supernatural Being:


Homunculus made from alchemy with the soul of her Maker's recently deceased daughter as a core.





Powers:


-Flesh manipulation-


By being in contact with a human or animal, she is able to assimilate their bodily material to do various things. To heal any wounds or rapidly re-configuring them into weapons. Usage of this ability tires her out very quickly and makes her hungry.


-Flesh assimilation-


By absorbing material from animals or humans, she is able to heal wounds or store them in case of an emergency.





Others:


Her favorite character in the Wizard of Oz is Toto.
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[YumenoTsukishiro]

“...I am curious. Who are you? What are you?”

Name: Schwarzschild Mobile Frame EH-001 “White Wing”


Other Name: Shiro Kanako


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Personal Information

Age: One Year from Date of Assembly (Looks 18)


Gender: Android (Looks like an Androgynous Male)


Sexuality: Android (But address himself as ‘he’)


Blood Type: None, runs on soul power and water


Appearance: 5’10”, white hair, ivory pale skin, crimson eyes, slight build, crossdress-ready


Likes: Logical Puzzles, Philosophy, Curry, Small and Fluffy animals, Water


Dislikes: Illogical things, Overly Strong Emotions, Hot sauce, Crossdressing


Habits: Shiro’s internal mainframe tends to whir very loudly when he encounters something beyond his programming.


Talents: Crossdressing, building tiny machines from spare parts, near-perfect accuracy with firearms, acting as a portable flashlight / music player / camera / etc.

Personality:
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- Excerpts from the White Wing Project Logs of Aya Kanako, Project Head -

White Wing Project Log: 0100


Subject White Wing has finished assembly. Mainframe is running without any notable errors. The neural network is able to process the proper stimuli from the proper channels. All joints are moving smoothly. Weapons systems are armed and active. Tomorrow we’ll start the weapons trials. I should have my earmuffs handy.


White Wing Project Log: 0101


Accuracy at 98.7%, all targets hit on non-fatal areas. All weapons fired properly without backfiring or catching on fire. There was one issue with the hidden sword, however-- Subject tried using it as a firearm. It was amusing watching him stand there for a full minute, arm raised and sword pointed at the target… which was 100 meters away.


White Wing Project Log: 0114


It was finally time to dive into the meat of the Project: developing White Wing’s personality and reasoning. The team is already conducting interviews with the sample of college students aged 18-20 years old, and the government’s own soldiers. Their behavorial and speech patterns will serve as the foundation of White Wing’s personality.


If you think about it, if we’re going to go this far, I should give him a proper name other than ‘White Wing.’ White… perhaps Shiro will do, as a homage to my homeland. Yes, Shiro. Henceforward, Subject White Wing will be known as ‘Shiro.’


White Wing Project Log: 0143


This is more of a personal note than anything else. In the past three months of collating interview data, I’ve… started seeing Shiro as more than just a government project. Perhaps it has something to do with the continuous testing of personality profiles, watching how he reacts with each one. Or maybe it’s the simple fact that he reminds me of the son I no longer have.


...Perhaps I can’t look at him anymore than just an android. That’s already my first mistake as Head of this project. And I don’t mind.


White Wing Project Log: 0175


We’ve made a breakthrough. After six months, the Heart Drive chip finally achieved compatibility with Shiro’s mainframe. Simulations have demonstrated human speech with adaptability and proper reaction to verbal and non-verbal cues. We have a long way to go to make him sound fully human, but this is already a major victory for the project. And it does my heart good to see my child talk to me like this.


White Wing Project Log: 0180


Shiro continues to develop at a rapid pace. Already he’s asking questions about the outside world, about the machines that scan his neural activity, and about Toto, a pet dog one of the researchers brought along. It’s almost as if he’s a toddler just learning to talk. Some nights, I’ve taken to telling him bedtime stories. The questions he asks right after are always endearing to hear.


White Wing Project Log: 0199


They’ve done it. The government finally stepped in and said they wanted Shiro as a weapon of war, instead of a suppression tactic as he was originally envisioned. They want to scrap the Heart Drive chip and replace it with advanced targeting systems, high-end weaponry, and military-grade programming. The changes should take place starting tomorrow, as per their memo. Failure to comply means handing over the entire Project to the government.


...No more. They will not take away my son from me again. Tomorrow, this ends.


White Wing Project Log: 0200


In hindsight, I could’ve gone about things very differently. But all the same, I got him out, with strict orders to run as far as he can within the nearby forest. No doubt the government will come after him with everything they have. But if my sources are correct, he should find others… people like him, in a way. Runaways. I leave behind my notes and my project logs within his console, and should anyone ever read through them, I wish for your understanding and trust. Shiro-kun, my child... he needs someone to guide him, now that I’ll be gone. Lead him down the right path. And most of all, protect him from those who would use him for their own selfish purposes.


This will be the final project log. My hands can no longertrype praoperly. I ;lovbedcvxc

Supernatural Being/Power:

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Others:


- An Entry in the Console Diary by Shiro -


“...Mother. I will miss you.”

 

[Casey]

Aphera Behn


Ah-fee-rah Ben


"You know what? Call me a monster all you like - it won't distract from the fact that I'm still doing more with my life than you. Which isn't hard, really; I'm not sitting around with a warm beer in one greasy hand and a lack of talent in the other. Interpret that one of two ways."
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General Information

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Age: 26


Gender: Female


Sexuality: Bisexual


Blood Type: AB-


Supernatural being: Trickster/Human Hybrid

Appearance

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Aphera stands at a short but respectable 5" 7, with long, slightly curly mauve-black hair that dangles at the end of her shoulder blades and has a considerable amount of split ends. Her eyebrows are dark and thin, her face narrow and angular, and the most pronounced feature of hers would be her icy blue eyes and the dark eyelashes that frame it. Speaking of frame, her body is slimmer and has a very light layer of muscle, though, due to her preference to remain out of direct conflict, she still remains lean and on the slightly weaker side. (She will never admit this, though, as her pride wouldn't be able to take it.) Her lips, while dark, are often this shade due to her frequently biting them and being chapped from any sort of dry air, and she is commonly cold to the touch, which is why she pads herself in thick jackets and winter clothes - often a flannel, jeans, boots and any sort of further jacket on her shoulders. Only on the most sweltering days does she exchange a heavy leather for anything that shows her pale skin, and even then she prefers to stay inside. She has dark scars along her one forearm from a dog attack when she was younger, but the rest of her body is mostly untouched - which she will attribute to her attire, which she refuses to give up for most of the world's riches.


Likes:

• Humor; pranks, slapstick comedy, sarcasm - anything to emit a chuckle from someone.
  
• Sugar, be it through sweets, pastries, fruit (grapes being her favourite) or some other means, she is absolutely addicted to anything sweet.
  
• Classic rock.
  
• Legends, such as folklore, urban, history, or any stories with a mythical aspect to it.
  
• Quality liquor.
  
• Tea and biscuits in the morning.
  
• Pranking others.
  
• Worn leather jackets and boots.
  
• Bustling cities or areas with masses of people; the easiness of blending in with others.
  

Dislikes:

• Fighting or conflict between others.
  
• Those who think they are above others, or "douchebags", as she accurately puts it.
  
• Complainers who do not do anything to change their position.
  
• Bad wine.
  
• Bland food.
  
• Sticky or sweaty hands.
  
• Lack of hygiene.
  
• Ignorance towards other things or creatures.
  
• Geese and dogs.
  

Habits:

• Biting nails.
  
• Fidgeting; shifting on feet, fiddling with hands, braiding hair anything to occupy herself.
  
• Cracking various joints, most often her fingers, knuckles and shoulders.
  
• Filling the silence with humming, clicking her tongue or any sort of sound.
  

Talents:

• Persuading another into doing something.
  
• Judging situations or predicting what will happen next.
  
• Strategizing.
  
• Eating twenty packets of M&M's in one sitting.
  
• Frequently challenging others much more capable of her with a "fight me" and not getting beaten up immediately.
  

Personality

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While not the tallest, she certainly packs a personality to make up for it. To say the very least, Aphera is extremely mischievous; she enjoys playing pranks on humans, though only those who she feels deserve it, or need to be knocked down a notch and onto their level using her abilities. Her first impressions usually come off as suave and her compliments can be smooth, should she be attracted to someone - though, for a short or long term relationship, it is often difficult to interpret - but she rarely finds interest in one enough to pursue them after initial meeting.


She embraces a purely hedonistic lifestyle, which is a reason for her sweet tooth, though she is not afraid to use misdirection in order to achieve her goals and protect herself. Due to having been alone for such a long time, she rarely considers caring for others as a main priority of hers unless she feels the need to specifically do so, and can be rather selfish in certain situations. Though, she easily reads people's emotions and expressions, with her own a giveaway of her own feelings towards the situation she is in. It stands for a funny moment be it trying something new or her general reaction towards something. While she has few standing relationships and has had few in the past, her love for those she is close for is something deep-set and impacts her actions around those she loves, as she will protect those she is close to with her dying breath, which is a stark contrast due to her manner that she is willing to forfeit someone she is not close to in order to personally gain.


Aphera is known for being a smartass. Her comments are cut straight though masked with pure satire at the best of times, and she is not afraid to point out stupidity in the form of comments or actions, though she finds it more interesting to mock them and see how long it takes said mocked being to notice. Sarcasm is another important characteristic of hers, as she speaks before she fully thinks it through, though is able to bite her tongue when in dire need of it; a good example being when searching for information or being confronted. She has a tendency to talk quickly and, at times of her sugar highs, too much; babbling on about a subject without much aim, but never without reason. Aphera is a flamboyant person, who enjoys making small scenes and being playful with another, which has her serious moments rare, though important when they do arise.

Background [WIP]
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Aphera was born as a second union between a Trickster and a human mother. The first produced her elder-by-four-years (and he never allowed her to forget it) brother, Gabriel; a man very similar to her in personality, but vastly different when it comes to looks and abilities. From a young age, Aphera grew up in her brother's shadow, and for a while, she resented him for it; she resented not being good enough, not adapting her abilities to be as strong as his, not being as smart or intelligent as he evidently was, though, after a good portion of her life had passed, she managed to release the anger towards him. He hadn't been able to control it, and she didn't expect him to receive any less praise than he deserved in order to please her own pride.


Her abilities, as with all demi-gods and their hybrids, showed at a young age. From six and onwards, her cheeky behaviour gave way to her first few reality-shaping tricks: she would change her eye and hair colour, much to the delight of her surrounding peers, or fool them to a minor extent with basic practical jokes. Aphera first encountered the word 'monster' in preschool. It was the afternoon on a Thursday, as she remembers the exact day, and she had just finished showing a group of children how she was able to change the length of her hair using elaborate pulling to put on the show, when an adult suddenly marched up, yanked who she assumed to be their child away, and promptly called her by the unusual word. Her first reaction to it was confusion and upon returning home, asked her parents and brother, who simply said to rather keep her abilities a secret. She never understood it until she reached late elementary school, at which her pranks had been reduced to minor things which humans could pull off, where she encountered rather shocking slander about monsters and creatures in general. It shocked her at first, but she kept her speciality beneath wraps and rather focused on being a very human-appearing class clown than a prank-pulling, demi-god daughter. Due to the growing discrimination and intolerance towards monsters, the Behn family moved often to avoid persecution on false claims or when there was a suspicion of them being anything other than human, despite how it often uprooted the siblings when they had found a place where they specifically associated with.


Aphera's malicious intent only really became evident in her last year of school. It had been barely a few months since they had moved to the area, a tight-knit town who devoted themselves to the local church and thought very highly of the richer families, and she hadn't exactly been the favourite. After all, she was a middle-class, drifting stranger, and she didn't expect to get along with anyone: Gabriel had moved out just before the family had decided to shift towns, and he was difficult to keep in contact with. He had mastered his abilities to their best extent and had even managed so much as teleportation, and it had him very hard to keep track of or find his location, so she decided to let him have his space and only contact when he felt the need to. She did provoke interest in some, though; very much so, and about two months after moving to the town, she had a boyfriend, Michael, on her arm and grew in popularity, but only due to the fact that it grated the head girl, Chelsey - cliche, she knows, but she can't name people to will - the wrong way entirely. Aphera wasn't bothered - she found it hilarious, really, and she didn't take notice of it... At least until Chelsey went and slept with the guy, that is.


She only heard it from her own friends; that there had been a party that Saturday, Michael had gotten smashed, and Chelsey had taken him up to her room and he had come out looking extremely ruffled and over the moon. Aphera, having only had this single boyfriend in her life, was pissed, to say the very least, and after publicly shaming Michael through a very loud breakup, immediately set out on her plot of revenge. It was simple; after watching Chelsey for a good week to analyse her habits and her various weaknesses in school, it was put in motion. After school, she allowed herself to do the first full-body transformation she had done in years in order to adjust to the blonde hair, blue-eyed Chelsey's appearance, and, making sure it was all caught on camera, proceeded to vandalise two walls of the school and send very... graphic, photos to the girl's math teacher in an effort to get extra credit for a recent low-mark math test. To say that Chelsey was soon expelled is simply stating the obvious, and apart from a very stern talk from her parents and Gabriel, her plan was unknown and she will forever claim it to be the best thing she has ever done.


After school, much like her brother, Aphera became a drifter; enjoying the hustle and bustle of large cities and the sudden quiet of smaller towns, more space for her to practise her pranks and tactics, and she did. Over a matter of years of being alone, she became quite skilled, but she knows that she will never be as great as Gabriel, who still pops in from time to time to say hello and catch up.

Spoiler

Supernatural Abilities

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Due to being a hybrid between a Trickster, an otherwise demi-god like creature, and a human, Aphera possesses many different abilities, though are hindered or restricted due to her human nature. Some are just difficult to access or drain her extremely quickly, which is saying something, considering her stamina.

Shapeshifting:

She is able to change her physical appearance according to her own will, ranging from something as simple as hair and eye colour, to entire gender and bone structure. This costs barely any energy, though the larger transformations may wind her for a little while after.

Reality Warping:

Her greatest asset, her reality warping allows her to change the properties or appearance of things, beings and even physical or spiritual laws by literally changing reality itself, or even constructing a new aspect of reality. It can be extremely powerful if used properly, though it costs her a great deal of energy if she strains it or pushes herself too far in creating the surroundings. It can be as little as adjusting the appearance of something on another being's body, like tattooing the inside of their arm, or something as major as creating an entire environment for the affected to explore. The strain varies depending on the amount of people being affected by her trick and to what extent she is shaping reality. Parts of this include;

Conjuration

:

Aphera can create anything out of thin air, whether it be people, creatures, beings, or objects.






Self-Multiplication:

She can create another duplicate of himself to deceive others, much like a physical hallucination.









TOTO

 

[TheGodSnake]

"Everything eventually comes to a stop. And that's when the ice sets in."

Name:


Talon shunoki


Nickname:


Blue


Age:


27


Gender:


Male


Sexuality:


Demisexual


Blood Type:


AB+


Appearance:


Talon stands about 5' 10" tall and has a lean build. Because of this, he is often underestimated in his ability to fight. He is pale, like his hair, but his eyes are a deep blue, with purple spots throughout. He has a scaly light blue tail with a hook at the end, he has full control of it, it's about four feet long, and he hides it wrapped around his leg.


Likes:


the cold. Causing a touch of trouble. Protecting and teaching the younger runaways.


Dislikes:


Extreme heats. Loud people. runaways who refuse to be smart or listen.


Habits:


Tends to freeze the ground as he walks when he thinks.


Sometimes twirls his scythe with his tail while he teaches.


Talents:


Close range fighting. Teaching. First aid. Hiding.


Personality:


Talon tends to put on a happy face, a good actor, he is an extra set of eyes for the runaways. He knows most of what goes on in the town and is able and ready to help the runaways. Underneath his kind nature is what he truly is, what his past would reveal before he moved to dimsdale. Talon was and is a demon, and there are times where that slips out and he nearly kills people. He constantly struggles with his true self and becomes quite depressed at times if his past comes up in conversation or his own thoughts.


Background:


Talon grew up in a small town. One winter night, when he was fifteen, he was out with his friends and they were attacked by a creature. he barely survived, but suffered such severe wounds that he bled out, but he had taken enough damage from the beast that He didn't truly die and awoke a week later as a demon. Talon could feel the new power in his body and the demonic nature took over. He ran around slaughtering innocents and he enjoyed it. After the town's streets ran with blood, Talon realized what he did and fled. In the years that followed, Talon managed to learn what he could do, how to hide his nature and what he was, and become a teacher. He found the runaways in dimsdale and has been helping them since.


Supernatural Being/Power: Ice demon


Can create and manipulate ice, along with temperatures around him.


Others:


He's an English teacher at the town's high-school





*=Toto

 

[Azerothii]

• Allen Sullivan
• General
• Interests/Personality

• 
  
  

  Sometimes I wish that I wasn't born a Burner or a Whisper. . All I just want is to be normal. . . Allen

  
  
• 
  
  Name: Allen Sullivan
  
  
  Nickname: Ally or Al
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Sexuality: Straight
  
  
  Blood Type: A
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  5'5 ft tall with bright orange hair and golden eyes with a hint of orange. Faint freckles on her shoulders, cheeks, and back. Wears a worn out jacket with a slightly burned furred hood with a stripped red shirt inside, Faded black jeans with a patch on her right hip and finally dark brown combat shoes.
  
  
  Supernatural Being/Power:
  
  
  Burner: An ability to create fire at destructive amounts.
  
  
  Whisper: The ability to enter and control one's mind and can sometimes show their deepest fears.
  
  
• 
  
  Likes: Scented Candles, Books, Coffee, Maple leaves,
  
  
  Dislikes: Rain, Wolves (a slight fear), Cranberries
  
  
  Habits:
  
  
  Making scrap books
  
  
  Taking pictures of simple things
  
  
  Tends to bite her sleeve
  
  
  Talents:
  
  
  Photography
  
  
  Cooking
  
  
  Climbing Trees
  
  
  Personality:
  
  Allen is an independent and smart girl. She is known to be very laid back and calm so that her powers won't go out of control. Cautious around strangers. Tends to be curious and gives out a homely aura when near to people. And she is also a heavy sleeper.
  
  Others:
  
  
  -Sleeps on trees
  
  
  -Was able to graduate university before she escaped
  
  
  -She is VERY warm when hugged
  
  
  -Becomes very shy when hugged. .