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 Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:29 am
The city of New York has always been a strange place. Home to some of the most resiliant people on the planet, its' survived giant monsters, superheroes, attacks of all kinds.
Well. In the movies, anyways.
In reality, the city is just a nitty gritty place, filled with hard-working people. Nothing supernatural about that.
Or...is there?
Along the rooftops of New York, in the alleyways and under its streets, creatures lurk; and I don't mean your average sewer-alligator. I mean Werewolves. Vampires. Angels. Faeries. Demons. All of the creatures your parents assured you were just stories...
They are here.
What would you do if you found out?
What would you do if you met one?
And what if, just maybe...you fell in love? Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeleton
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:49 am
oo1 | : | Follow the Guild Rules
oo2 | : | No Mary/Gary Sues. Try some Creativity.
oo3 | : | This is a Semi-Lit to Literate RP. So, 1-4+ paragraphs every post, please. And, try to make them pretty?
oo4 | : | Follow the Creature Information. For instance? These Vampires do not sparkle. Don't make me kill your Edwards. I will, without an ounce of regret to boot.
oo5 | : | PM the Profiles to me, titled 'Something More' Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeleton
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:58 am
 :: You are here ::New York City
United States of America
October 15th, 2010Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeleton
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 12:27 pm
 Creature Information
Faeries
Life Expectancy | : | Immortal
Average Height | : | Varies
Average Weight | : | Varies
General Appearance | : | Faeries are usually lithe, with long limbs, slender fingers and usually slender figures. Their ears are pointed, and they have outlandish appearances. There are many types of Faeries, varying from trolls, to hobs, to tinker-bell like fairies; however most take on an elven appearance, albeit thinner and more fragile-looking. They have a natural strength, however, and can match most Vampires. They usually reside in courts, gangs of sorts, that are divided into Unseelie and Seelie categories. Neither are nice, but the Unseelie courts are usually most cruel and grotesque, preferring blood and torture. Seelie are devious and manipulative. In New York, there are two courts, one of each 'genre'. Most Faeries stay here, unless they have been exiled for some reason or other; then, they generally prefer to reside in Central park, which hosts many trees and less iron than the rest of the city.
Abilities | : | Can hypnotise Humans without The Sight, meaning they can control and bespell them. Known as Charming. Other Faeries cannot be Charmed.
They can create Glamour, illusions, that fool any human without The Sight. The illusions have to be based around an object, however, and cannot exist on their own. This is mostly used to disguise themselves, to blend in with society.
Weaknesses | : | Iron burns them at the slightest touch, and the burn intensifies depending on how long they are touching it. If they ingest it, they are poisoned, and automatically die. Breathing in air around Iron burns their lungs, but they can live.
They cannot see through Glamour created by other Faeries.
They can be controlled, should someone know and speak their true name.
Vampires
Life Expectancy | : | Immortal
Average Height | : | 5'9
Average Weight | : | 130 lbs
General Appearance | : | Vampires are pale creatures, genetically evolved to be the perfect hunters. They are attractive, alluring, super fast and super strong. They are thin and muscular, with enlarged canines and sharper-than-usual nails that aren't quite claws. They generally retain the appearance they had before they turned, though their hair usually darkens and their eyes usually get brighter.
Vampires must consume blood at least once a month, though old laws prevent them from being overt about it. Most Vampires have a Blood-Bond that they trust completely, and they feed on them exclusively. It's the highest disrespect to feed from anothers' Blood-Bond, so most Vampires mark their Bond, whether with jewellery or Tattoo. The bond can only be made once, lasts until the bonded mortal dies, and gives both members of the link a mental bond with one another, the ability to locate them at any time, and hear their thoughts. Once the mortal dies, another bond can be made, but usually Vampires Turn their Bonded.
Abilities | : | Vampires have a heightened sense of smell, though not to the extent of a werewolf's, and have heightened vision. They can see in complete darkness, though their eyes do tend to glow when it is dark out. The heightened sense of smell is the reason that people believe garlic repels them, because it is a strong and not-so pleasant scent.
They are super strong and super fast, moving three feet in the blink of an eye. They can carry up to three times their weight without breaking a sweat, and even a car with a little exertion.
If they bite a human and completely drain them, the human will Turn.
They can heal only when they drink blood.
Weaknesses | : | They cannot walk in sunlight, unless they are over 4000 years old.
A stake to the heart will kill them; it'd kill just about anybody, really.
They must drink blood at least once a month.
Silver burns them, just like Werewolves.
Werewolves
Life Expectancy | : | 1000 yrs
Average Height | : | 6'0
Average Weight | : | 160 lbs
General Appearance | : | Werewolves are muscular and large, with more body-hair than usual while in their human forms. They have pointed teeth, especially long Canines, and a strong nose. When transformed, their forms vary. Inexperienced werewolves can only transform into humanoid wolves, able to walk on two legs or four, with wolfish abilities. Older werewolves can move beyond this stage, and become exceptionally large wolves, some even reaching four feet in 'height'. Their fur color is the same as their hair-color, and their eyes do not change.
There is a drug called Lunar that they can take to keep their minds during the full moon and keep them from going crazy.
Depending on when they were bitten, some can be more powerful than others. Those bitten on a Blue Moon are most powerful, but their blood lust is also most powerful as well. Those bitten on a Full Moon are less powerful than Blue Moon wolves, but more powerful than the rest, who are Bitten on 'regular' days. No matter when you are bitten, however, you will always Turn.
Abilities | : | At every full moon, they transform into a mindless animal, without the Lunar Drug.
They are super strong, and have a heightened sense of smell - like the animals they turn into.
Older Werewolves can turn into their wolf form at will, and keep their minds so long as it isn't the full moon. (100+ yrs.)
While in their wolf form, they can heal.
Weaknesses | : | They are colorblind, and can't see very well.
They cannot control their actions while they are moon-crazy.
Silver burns them.
They retain all injuries given to them while in their wolf form, if they haven’t healed.
Shape-Shifters
Life Expectancy | : | 300
Average Height | : | 5'5
Average Weight | : | 115
General Appearance | : | Shapeshifters appear to be normal humans, so long as they aren't shifted. They can transform into any creature they have seen, however they always retain a reminder of their true appearance; hair color, eye color, height, etc. The reminder varies with every shapeshifter. Some Shapeshifters have pointed ears.
Abilities | : | They can transform into any creature they have seen.
Extremely Flexible.
Weaknesses | : | They always retain a 'Reminder'.
They have a time limit for how long they can transform for, which varies from 1 hour to 1 day, depending on how old they are. No matter their age, however, they must wait at least an hour before transforming again, and cannot transform from one Shift directly to another; they must shift back to their regular appearance before Shifting to another. The amount of time they wait before another Shift can extend or deplete the amount of time they can retain the Shift for.
There is always a danger of losing ones' mind, if they Shift too often, and developing Multiple Personalities, or delusions.
Angels
Life Expectancy | : | Immortal
Average Height | : | 6’0
Average Weight | : | 130 lbs
General Appearance | : | Angels are built much like faeries, but do not look as fragile. They have light coloured hair and bright eyes, and their skin seems to glow in the sunlight. Every Angel has wings, though their size depends on the age or power of the Angel. Regular Angels have white wings. The more powerful and older Angels have golden wings, and Fallen or exiled Angels’ have grey wings, or none at all.
Abilities | : | Angels have a natural healing ability, and they can use it on other beings as well. They can also fly, if their wings are big enough.
All Angels have the ability to use magic, though they need to stick to the ‘lighter’ side of it, lest their wings darken or fall off.
They are stronger, and faster than humans.
Weaknesses | : |
Without their wings, they are human, and completely mortal.
Demons
Life Expectancy | : | Immortal
Average Height | : | Varies
Average Weight | : | Varies
General Appearance | : | Demons vary in appearance, though they always have horns. Weaker demons have an animalistic appearance, though as they get stronger they gain a more 'human' appearance, giving them the ability to blend in with society, so long as they hide their horns. Most have claws, and most have tails, though some do not. Their coloring varies, though they all have a mark somewhere on their body that identifies them as a demon; it is always some sort of spiral.
Abilities | : | Demons have the same strength as Vampires, as well as the ability to use magic. They also have a 'mind control' ability, though this depends on the mental strength of their victim.
Weaknesses | : | They do not see well in bright lights, and cannot enter places of Holy sanctuary.
Elementals
Life Expectancy | : | 2000 years
Average Height | : | 5’6
Average Weight | : | 130 lbs
General Appearance | : | Elementals appear to be normal humans, with normal human coloring, albeit with pointed ears. They do not appear to age.
Abilities | : | Can control one of the elements; fire, water, earth, air, light, darkness, plants, and electricity. They cannot be injured by this element, and earn natural abilities depending on the element. (Darkness can see in the dark, Fire cannot be burned, etc)
They can adopt a form made entirely of their element.
Weaknesses | : | Depending on which element they are, they are always weak to another (Fire trounces plant, water beats fire, etc, etc.) especially so in their Elemental form.
Implings
Life Expectancy | : | 90 years
Average Height | : | 5'4
Average Weight | : | 120 lbs
General Appearance | : | Implings are a fairly humanoid race, despite the thick fur that covers their entire bodies. They have a tail, much like a cats', albeit with a (usually) triangle shaped tip on the end. Their ears are large and pointed, and the tips of their nose are black, and feel a lot like a dogs'. They have claws on their fingers and toes, and sharp fangs in their mouths. Fur colors vary, from brown and black to more unusual colors, such as crimson and neon blue. Some Implings have white markings on their bodies, in places such as their torso, their face, the tips of their ears, hands, etc. They have hair, which differs from their fur, and in patches of their body their fur grows longer, faster. This is, technically, 'facial and body hair'. Their hair color usually differs from their fur color, even if it's only by a shade.
Completely white Implings, 'Albinos', are a rarity. They have red eyes, but aside from that have no other pigment.
Abilities | : | Implings have the innate ability to conjure and control fire. This does not, however, protect them from being burned.
Their tails are prehensile.
They are naturally fast, and agile.
Weaknesses | : | They do not do well in Cold.
Humans
Life Expectancy | : | 80-90 years
Average Height | : | Varies
Average Weight | : | Varies
General Appearance | : | Varies
Abilities | : | Special abilities among humans is rare, though they do happen. They can range from The Sight, to the ability to use magic, though no human ever has more than one.
The Sight allows a human to see through illusions and Glamour, and gives them an 'immunity' to being charmed. This does not, however, give them an 'immunity' to a Demons' mind control.
Magic is exceedingly rare among humans, as they do not live long enough to learn much more than its' basics. A few humans, however, such as the seventh son of a seventh son, are gifted with a natural source of magic inside of them, and thus can utilize it.
Some are like 'magical sponges', and unwittingly absorb any and all magic directed at them. Certain 'sponges' absprb magic that is merely going on around them. This 'ability', however, is more of a curse. Once they have absorbed too much, they must find a way to re-route the magic out of their bodies, or they will explode.
A few humans hold the ability of Empathy, and can marginally influence te emotions or thoughts of the people around them.
Some mortals are gifted with Prophetic Visions, which usually come in dreams, or while the human is day-dreaming. They believe they imagined it; but little do they know, it actually happens.
Mortals with these kinds of 'psychic' abilities are never very strong, as they are latent and do not fully surface without training. And, as humans don't generally know how to train these abilities, they don't.
Most mortals, however, are completely useless.
Weaknesses | : | Varies Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 6:27 pm
| : | Humans | : |  My parents called me Character Name here.
But you can call me InsertNicknames/AliasesHere.
I've been in this world for InsertAgeHere years.
I am InsertHeightHere, in ft tall and I weigh Insertweighthere, in pounds pounds.
My hair is haircolorhere.
My eyes are eyecolorhere.
My skin is skintonehere.
I am Human.
I like Girls or Boys
Firstperson Bio here. 2+ paragraphs, please, and be detailed.
I am really good at
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SKILL#3HERE
I enjoy
LIKE#1HERE
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LIKE#6HERE
I hate
DISLIKE#1HERE
DISLIKE#2HERE
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DISLIKE#5HERE
DISLIKE#6HERE
I am secretly afraid of
FEAR#1HERE
FEAR#2HERE
FEAR#3HERE
FEAR#4HERE
I just might have an Ability. It is When you PM your profile to me, I will roll in another forum to decide what ability you get, if any at all.
My Puppeteer is USERNAMEHERE[size=11][IMGLEFT]CharacterIMGURLgoeshere[/IMGLEFT][b]My parents called me [/b][color=#669900]Character Name here[/color].[b]
But you can call me [/b][color=#669900]InsertNicknames/AliasesHere[/color][b].
I've been in this world for [/b][color=#669900]InsertAgeHere[/color] [b]years.
I am [/b][color=#669900]InsertHeightHere, in ft [/color][b] tall and I weigh [/b][color=#669900]Insertweighthere, in pounds[/color][b] pounds.
My hair is [/b][color=#669900]haircolorhere[/color].[b]
My eyes are [/b][color=#669900]eyecolorhere[/color][b].
My skin is [/b][color=#669900]skintonehere[/color][b].
I am [/b][color=#669900]Human[/color].
[b]
I like [/b][color=#669900]Girls or Boys[/color]
[color=#669900]Firstperson Bio here. 2+ paragraphs, please, and be detailed.[/color]
[b]I am really good at[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]SKILL#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]SKILL#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]SKILL#3HERE[/color]
[b]I enjoy[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]LIKE#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]LIKE#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]LIKE#3HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]LIKE#4HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]LIKE#5HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]LIKE#6HERE[/color]
[b]I hate[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]DISLIKE#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]DISLIKE#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]DISLIKE#3HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]DISLIKE#4HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]DISLIKE#5HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]DISLIKE#6HERE[/color]
[b]I am secretly afraid of[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]FEAR#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]FEAR#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]FEAR#3HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#669900]FEAR#4HERE[/color]
[b]I just might have an Ability. It is [/b][color=#669900]When you PM your profile to me, I will roll in another forum to decide what ability you get, if any at all.[/color][b]
My Puppeteer is [/b][color=#669900]USERNAMEHERE[/color][/size] | : | Creatures | : |  My parents called me Character Name here If a Faerie, this is your True name..
But you can call me InsertNicknames/AliasesHere..
I've been in this world for InsertAgeHere years.
I am InsertHeightHere, in ft tall and I weigh Insertweighthere, in pounds pounds.
My hair is haircolorhere.
My eyes are eyecolorhere.
My skin/fur is skintonehere. Choose skin or fur, to your left..
I am a racegoeshere.
I like Girls or Boys
Firstperson Bio here. 2+ paragraphs, please, and be detailed. Include where your creature is currently hiding from humanity, if at all.
I am really good at
SKILL#1HERE
SKILL#2HERE
SKILL#3HERE
I enjoy
LIKE#1HERE
LIKE#2HERE
LIKE#3HERE
LIKE#4HERE
LIKE#5HERE
LIKE#6HERE
I hate
DISLIKE#1HERE
DISLIKE#2HERE
DISLIKE#3HERE
DISLIKE#4HERE
DISLIKE#5HERE
DISLIKE#6HERE
I am secretly afraid of
FEAR#1HERE
FEAR#2HERE
FEAR#3HERE
FEAR#4HERE
My Puppeteer is USERNAMEHERE[size=11][IMGLEFT]CharacterIMGURLgoeshere[/IMGLEFT][b]My parents called me [/b][color=purple]Character Name here If a Faerie, this is your True name.[/color].[b]
But you can call me [/b][color=purple]InsertNicknames/AliasesHere.[/color][b].
I've been in this world for [/b][color=purple]InsertAgeHere[/color] [b]years.
I am [/b][color=purple]InsertHeightHere, in ft [/color][b] tall and I weigh [/b][color=purple]Insertweighthere, in pounds[/color][b] pounds.
My hair is [/b][color=purple]haircolorhere[/color].[b]
My eyes are [/b][color=purple]eyecolorhere[/color][b].
My skin/fur is [/b][color=purple]skintonehere. Choose skin or fur, to your left.[/color][b].
I am a [/b][color=purple]racegoeshere[/color].[b]
I like [/b][color=purple]Girls or Boys[/color]
[color=purple]Firstperson Bio here. 2+ paragraphs, please, and be detailed. Include where your creature is currently hiding from humanity, if at all.[/color]
[b]I am really good at[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]SKILL#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]SKILL#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]SKILL#3HERE[/color]
[b]I enjoy[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]LIKE#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]LIKE#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]LIKE#3HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]LIKE#4HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]LIKE#5HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]LIKE#6HERE[/color]
[b]I hate[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]DISLIKE#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]DISLIKE#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]DISLIKE#3HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]DISLIKE#4HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]DISLIKE#5HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]DISLIKE#6HERE[/color]
[b]I am secretly afraid of[/b]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]FEAR#1HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]FEAR#2HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]FEAR#3HERE[/color]
[IMGleft]http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/shadow_flamestress/bulletpoint.jpg[/IMGleft][color=purple]FEAR#4HERE[/color][b]
My Puppeteer is [/b][color=purple]USERNAMEHERE[/color][/size]
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:59 pm
| : | Accepted Humans | : |  My parents called me Finnegan Thatch.
But you can call me Finn.
I've been in this world for 21 years.
I am 6'1 tall and I weigh 210 pounds.
My hair is red.
My eyes are blue.
My skin is caucasian, and freckled..
I am Human.
I like Girls
I grew up in Ireland, in a small, coastal town. We were a great big tourist attraction, surrounded by faerie mounds, revel-places, so on and so forth. Stupid, imaginary stuff. The tourists were damn irritating, but I put up with them, mainly because Mum and Da ran a bed and breakfast and their idiot money paid for everything I owned.
As it turns out, the faery crap isn't so imaginary.
It was storming, and terribly cliche, when I was thrust unwillingly into their world. My neighbour down the way was home alone, and supposed to be sleeping. But then lights started coming on, from the bottom of her house up. It was unusual, because her bedroom was in the attic, and the damn girl was afraid of the dark. No way she'd be anywhere in the house with all of the lights off. Besides, I'd seen her in her window not too long before. She was up in her room.
So that meant someone else was in her house. I called to warn her, and hoping to scare off the intruder. As it turned out, it only made him angry. I listened on the phone as he barged into her room, heard my best friend of sixteen years scream. I didn't hear much more after that, cause I tore out of my house faster than you could say 'Titiana's tits'.
I found her in the kitchen, trying to fend him off with a cast-iron frying pan. He was some damn Yankee, one that Da had turned away because we didn't have enough rooms available. Seems he thought he could find himself another room, with a pretty irish girl in its' bed. I don't much remember what happened next; I was too angry. I remember her cold hands on my shoulders, pulling me away, and blood on my hands. By then it was over. He was very hurt, and very unconscious on the floor.
She lead me back to my house, but the storm got worse while we were walking. We lost our way, and ended up in some...grove. Smack dab in the middle of a faerie revel.
They thought it'd be funny to invite us to their party. Nice of them, except I wanted nothing to do with it. Kaelie, my neighbour and best friend, stayed by my side, as wary of the creatures as I was. My head started to hurt, but I thought nothing of it, watching as they taunted and teased her, tempting her to eat their fruit. They wanted nothing to do with me.
And my headache got worse. I suppose it was a good thing, because she started ignoring them and paying attention to me. Eventually, everything hurt. My head, my chest, my arms and my legs. I felt like I was on fire. Whatever was happening, it scared them enough to keep away from us. And the further they got, the better I felt. Pity it didn't scare their King. Finvarra, Lord of the Seelie court, was intrigued by my pain. He brought us...somewhere, away from the revel and the rest of the faeries. Gradually, I improved. He came to us in the morning, a sly smile on his face and salvation on his lips. I was allergic, he told me, to magic. Which was a pity, since I was a human sponge for the stuff. He granted me protection; no Faerie was to come near me, lest they invoke the anger of the Irish Seelie, and start a war. I was his pet project. And Kaelie was his prize.
In the time we spent there, I watched them grow closer, as mentor and student. Turns out, everyone has fun with magic except for me. Kaelie was a natural. And Finvarra loved her for it. Slowly, he tempted her with their food, and...and she took it. She ate the fruits of Faerie, and became one of them. I can never have her back. Being around her, now, hurts.
Eventually I went home. We'd been gone for months, apparently. Since I wasn't a faerie, I could still lie, and I told them that the American had dragged Kaelie out of the house, and I had followed, but he had a gun. He'd tied me up, and her, and stuffed us in a car. I told them that I had escaped...and Kaelie had died.
It wasn't much of a lie. She was all but dead now anyway. The Kaelie they knew, the Kaelie that had been part of their family...she was gone. Forever.
My parents decided to move away from Ireland not long after. We've been in New York ever since. I was happy, at first, because it wasn't out in the country where magic would be. Figures it's just as bad. The place is a freaking HUB of magic activity. Finvarra helped though, loathe as I am to admit it, and I can control my curse now. I'm not going to DIE if I run into one magic user. Which, I suppose, is a good thing.
I am really good at
Swimming; I'm a life guard/
Writing; I've won two awards for it.
Through my curse, I can absorb, then redirect magical energy. I suppose it's one upside to this damn death sentence.
I enjoy
Water; for some reason, magic is less effective on, in, or close to it.
Animals
Folklore
Writing
A good fight
The night sky
I hate
Magic
Tourists
Idiots
The Subway
Large crowds of people
Sunburns
I am secretly afraid of
Magic
Exploding because of my curse
Very small, enclosed spaces
Spiders
I just might have an Ability. It is energy absorption, though I wish it wasn't. I absorb any magic happening around me, if I'm not careful. If it's strong enough, I don't even have a choice. And it burns. It burns, and stretches, like something foreign, that SHOULDN'T be inside me. Because it shouldn't! It's not normal. And if I'm not watching...it can kill me.
My Puppeteer is LollyxBeans My parents called me Eian Nott.
But you can call me Eian, Ian.
I've been in this world for 19 years.
I am 5'4 tall and I weigh 130 pounds.
My hair is black.
My eyes are green.
My skin is tanned caucasian.
I am Human.
I like Boys
I moved here from Ireland with my Mum after my older sister, Kaelie, was murdered by some damn tourist. She had to get away from the house we lived in. Eventually, she also had to get away from Dad. Dad moved back to Ireland, but I stayed with Mum. I'd been enrolled in a school for artists, and I got a scholarship for one of the best art colleges in the States. Everything was going good; until my 17th birthday.
That's when hell broke out. Of ME.
I suppose it's not technically hell, but it sure felt like it. Strange things started happening, like parts of me disappearing, or weird illusions affecting the people around me. I had no idea what was going on; until Finn, the guy who used to be my sisters best friend, let it drop. I was using magic.
At first, I thought he'd gone off his rocker. I mean, magic didn't exist. It was entirely plausible, too. Everyone knew he'd been in love with my sister. Her death mighta been too much for him to handle. But, another week of this weird crap happening convinced me otherwise. I was magic. And he was my only hope.
He introduced me to a guy named Zak, who lives on the upper east side with some apprentice of his. He's been teaching me how to use my magic ever since.
Zaks' actually the reason I realized I was gay. He's kind of banging his apprentice, though, so I took the hint and moved on. I have a crush on Finn, though I'd never tell him. He's straight, and besides that, he's let me in on the fact that magic is deadly. So I'm pretty s**t outta luck in the romance department.
I am really good at
Painting
Running
Magic
I enjoy
Grafitti
Football, but you fool Americans call it Soccer
Rugby, which is better than your pansy American 'football', while I'm on a sports spree
Shoes that make me taller
Pringles
Praise
I hate
Crappy singers, who think they're good and sing in public
That 'Fate' bullshit
Weird American terms for stuff.
The guy who killed my sister
Bigots
I am secretly afraid of
Drowning
Being rejected
Hurting people I love with my Magic
Being s**t on by pigeons.
I just might have an Ability. It is magical potential.
My Puppeteer is LollyxBeans My parents called me Reigan Audrey North.
But you can call me Reigie.
I've been in this world for 17 years.
I am 5'1 tall and I weigh 110 pounds.
My hair is blonde and pink.
My eyes are brown.
My skin is caucasian.
I am Human.
I like Boys
I go to an 'art school for gifted creators'. That's what they call themselves, anyway. I figure it's kinda lame, but y'know. Lame names brings lots of rich parents. Not that mine are what you could call rich. We're fairly normal, actually. Three bedroom apartment, good commuting distance. Middle class. Average.
And BORING. So very, mindnumbingly, boring. I mean, I know it's not SO bad. I go to a school for artists. Weird s**t happens all the time. But weird is the norm there. You get up. You go to class. Some kids are wearing fairy wings and tutus. You have lunch. Someone tries to sell you some hash brownies. You go to class. The teacher presents a one-man show of Macbeth. You go home.
It all just becomes such a routine.
Lately I've been looking for something, anything to get this rut away. And by looking, I've noticed that things are weirder than I thought. Especially that Eian kid. What's up with HIM? He's always skulking around in the library with some weird book that he won't let anyone look at, and he never studies with anyone. I mean, sure, there's loners...but this kid passed loner a LONG time ago. Now it's downright fishy. Plus, I always get these...weird vibes from him.
I mean, I get these feelings sometimes, around certain people. Like I can almost tell what they're thinking. Mom says it's because I'm a people person. And my 'spidey sense' here tells me that something is seriously up with Eian Nott.
I just gotta find out what it is.
I am really good at
Reading people
Sneaking
Singing
I enjoy
Photography
Gossip
Shopping
Warmth
Comic Books
Cats
I hate
Spicy foods
Scrawny boys
Parents who don't discipline their children
Public Transit
Lies
Drugs
I am secretly afraid of
The Dark
Sharks
Really angry people
Thunder
I just might have an Ability. It is Empathy
My Puppeteer is LollyxBeans
Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:02 pm
| : | Accepted Creatures | : |  My parents called me Balthazar.
But you can call me Balto.
I've been in this world for 17 years.
I am 5'2" tall and I weigh 121 pounds.
My hair is black.
My eyes are blue.
My fur is brown.
I am an Impling.
I like Boys.
I was born and raised in an abandoned building, which my father claims was a school at one point; I was the 2nd born of 5 children, as well as the only boy. My mother died when I was about 6, leaving my father to raise me and my sisters by himself. When I was about 9, I came across an old, blind human who'd been living on the streets. Curious, as I'd never spoken to a human before then, I let him have a bit of the food that I'd managed to find and began conversing with him. He was a musician of sorts, and could apparently play the guitar despite his blindness. I quickly became interested and begged for him to teach me how to play the instrument – for months, I continued to meet him at the same spot (which was near a small dumpster on avenue A), doing everything I could to learn to play, and all the hard work eventually paid off.
Unfortunately, my Dad wasn't too pleased when he learned of how I'd been spending my time. Now, my Dad isn't a bad guy or anything, but having to raise 5 kids on his own made him into a no-nonsense kind of guy. Needless to say, we clashed multiple times. Eventually, I got fed up and left, deciding to try and make my own way in life – this was about 3 years ago, give or take. Since then, I've been living in an abandoned subway-tunnel – surprisingly, I've never had any problems with anyone else coming down here. So, it's just me and Glory down there - she's a pup that I found a few months back. The only thing I have to complain about is that it's damn hard to keep warm during the winter.
I am really good at
Playing the guitar
Writing music
Keeping a beat
I enjoy
playing guitars
sleeping
most types of music
warm places
birds
boys
I hate
highpitched noises
card games
snow
hamsters
I am secretly afraid of
most rodents
going deaf
My Puppeteer is Impy Kun My parents called me Zenith Silversnow.
But you can call me Zen.
I was born a Girl.
I've been in this world for 17 years.
I am 5'1" tall and I weigh 125 pounds.
My hair is Black with two silver streaks framing my face.
My eyes are Pale, pale silvery-blue.
My skin is Pale, with the slightest blue-ish tint .
I am a Faery.
I like Boys
I come from the Summer Court. My mother is one of the Summer Girls, living and breathing to serve and please the Summer King. If she leaves him, she dies. She traded in her mortality long ago, when she thought she loved the Summer King, and believed he loved her back. She was disillusioned not long after, and since then, stopped believing in love. But this isn’t about her, or her lost love. Almost 18 years ago, on the spring equinox, she had an affair with someone from the Winter Court. I came out of that affair. And although the Summer King was livid at my mother, he let me stay. My mother says that I look like my father: I have his dead straight black hair and pale blue eyes. My skin is pale, very, very pale. That is how my mother gave me my last name; my eye colour and the fact that my father was from the Winter Court. But even though I look like I could belong to Winter, inside I pulse with the energy of sunlight and summer. And because my mother was once mortal, I am also less susceptible to the burn of iron.
The King and Queen of Summer have been very gracious to me, despite the shame my mother has brought them. They treat me like family and make sure I am well cared for. I have everything a young fey girl could ever want. But recently, I have taken an interest in travelling. Not to find who my father is. My mother is forbidden to ever see him again, and I have no interest in ever knowing who he is. No, I would just like to see other places; to get out of Canada for a while. I have sworn no oath of fealty to the Summer King, nor am I bound to him, like my mother. I can come and go as I please.
So that is what I did. One month ago, I left the Summer Court for New York and became a Solitary Fey.
I am really good at
Singing
Cooking (imagine that!)
Can make flowers bloom
I enjoy
Reading
Spring and autumn
Nature
Naps in the sun
Sunset/Night time
I hate
Dark, dreary, cloudy days
Having the Summer King’s guard check up on me occasionally
Extremely nosy people
Cold winter nights
I am secretly afraid of
Having the Unseelie Court take an interest in me
Losing my voice
My Puppeteer is Little-Lenah My parents called me Kaelie Rae Dimera.
But you can call me Kae, Kaelie.
I've been in this world for 20 years.
I am 5'2 tall and I weigh 110 pounds.
My hair is auburn.
My eyes are grey.
My skin is silvery white.
I am a faerie.
I like Boys
I was once human.
A completely normal, human girl. Really! You can ask Finn if you don't believe me; he was there when the change happened. Not that he likes me much anymore...
It happened when I was sixteen. Some creep broke into my house and tried to rape me, but Finn came over and stopped him. Like, forever. There was so much blood...I had to get Finn out of there. I tried to get him to his house, but when we were heading back the storm got worse, and we got lost. We ended up at a Faerie revel. I'd always known they'd existed. Finn had chocked it off as nonsense, but my Gran told me that she had once danced among them. And Gran didn't ever lie, so I had to believe her. And standing there that night, with Finn leaning on me, I had proof. They were real.
And they were every bit as terrifying as she'd said. But I...I wanted them. I wanted to dance with them, to be ONE of them. Thank god Finn was there, or I would have lost my head. He was hurt. It wasn't anything from the fight; he'd clearly trounced that kid. It was something else, and something was REALLY wrong. Eventually he just fell down and started screaming. The faeries backed off, but one came forward, saying he could help. Finvarra, the dark haired king of the Irish Seelie Court. He brought us to his castle, and helped Finn get back to himself again. Then he told us that Finn was a magic sponge; and here's the kicker, if he takes too much in, it'll kill him. Kind of like an allergy, I guess, but no Epi-pen can help him.
What makes it worse is that he can't be around ME, either, because...well, I've got the potential. HAD it, actually, when I was human. Now that I'm a faerie, I'm all magic. But that doesn't come till later.
I couldn't believe it when Finvarra told me that I couldn't be around Finn anymore, but I could see that something was still hurting him. After a while, I couldn't deny the truth. Var told me that he could help me control the energy that I was letting out, so I wouldn't hurt Finn so much, and I accepted. What I didn't expect was to fall in love with a faerie king. Var invited me to a revel one night, when I woke up to take care of my business. Finn was still asleep, and I didn't see the harm in it. But when I was there...I...
I ate their food. It was stupid, and I knew better than to do it, but I did it. On Midsummers' eve too, stupid me. Apparently, that makes me Var's wife! Which made me a faerie!!!
Finn wasn't too happy about that. Neither was I. I had loved Var, yes. I still do.
But I love Finn more. I've known him since I was old enough to understand it. Hell, we probably drooled on the same toys. But that's all gone now. Finn pretty much resents everything about me. He thinks I've abandoned him. And, in a way, I guess I did. I didn't intend to, but it happened.
Now, I'm queen of the Irish Seelie; and it just so happens that I'm the one who makes sure that no Fey gets too close to Finn. Makes sense, though. I'd be the most pissed if anything ever happened to him. I guess Var knows what he's doing...
I am really good at
Glamour
Lying without lying
Charming Animals
I enjoy
Flying
Sparkles
Sweet things
Faerie foods
Swimming
Animals
I hate
Smelly people
Iron
Most Faeries
Needless exertion
Falling down
Being so clumsy
I am secretly afraid of
Killing Finn
Becoming like the faeries.
Spiders
Iron
My Puppeteer is LollyxBeans My parents called me Joseph Ronald Yves.
But you can call me Joe.
I've been in this world for 19 years.
I am 6'1" tall and I weigh 165 pounds.
My hair is brown.
My eyes are blue.
My skin/fur is caucasian, but I'm often tanned.
I am a werewolf.
I like Girls
Where do I start? Well, I was born in and raised in Canada; in a town called Levack, if you want to be specific. Its been just me and Mom for the longest time; well, actually me, Mom, and that annoying parrot that she insists on keeping. Apparently, it's going to keep her company when I finally move out of the house. We didn't actually move the New York until I was about sixteen.
Anyway, yeah. I've never met my Dad, and I don't ask Mom about him either; she seems to get upset whenever he's brought up, so I think it's best if I don't bother with that subject. We've been living in the same apartment for as long as I can remember. I guess you wanna know about the whole werewolf thing though, right? Well, that little event actually happened when I was about fourteen. For whatever reason (I don't even remember what it was anymore) I was out late with a bunch of friends - I was out passed my curfew, actually. I knew that, but I didn't think that anything could happen, other than maybe my Mom getting ticked off at me.
If only that were true.
It was a full moon that night; that much I remember, and we were on one of the trails just outside of town. Then suddenly, there was a blinding pain in my shoulder, and my so-called 'friends' took off (some friends, huh?). I blacked out after that.
I didn't come to until the next morning and when I did, there was bite-mark on my shoulder. I figured that it must've been some kind of dog. By then, Mom had reported me missing. The cops eventually found me and escorted me home; it wasn't until the next month that I figured out what had happened.
Thank God that I hadn't been at home when THAT had happened.
As I said, before, we moved to New York when I was sixteen, since Mom got herself a job out here. I don't much enjoy the city life, honestly; I liked living out near the woods better. You can't really got quading in the middle of the city, and hunting is obviously a no too (though I would like to shoot that annoying little dog next door).
I am really good at
aiming
can operating most vehicles
tracking
I enjoy
camping
fishing
hunting
the outdoors in general
barbequing
guns
I hate
shopping
whiny city-slickers
small dogs
cities
vegetables
I am secretly afraid of
hurting my mother
killing someone
losing my mind
My Puppeteer is Impy Kun My parents called me Abigail Marie Aston.
But you can call me Abby, May.
I've been in this world for 275 years.
I am 5'8 tall and I weigh 121lbs pounds.
My hair is as pale as my skin, light blonde.
My eyes are a bright blue.
My skin is very pale, almost white.
I am a Vampire.
I like Boys
I was born in to a very wealthy family, well wealthy for that time, which basically means that my daddy was in dept with a lot of people who were of higher power because he had borrowed just toom uch money from them and then spent it all on liquor and ladies of pleasure without my mother ever knowing. I spent most of my life pretending to be a lady in front of my parents and sneaking off at night to do more wild things, again, wild in my time is not the same kind of wild as now. Back then sneaking off to only just kiss a guy was wild and not done by proper young ladies, and that there was the reason why I could never tell my mother or my daddy anything about the boy i loved back then. Love...I was a fool back then! Other than my nightly escapades I had a pretty normal life, I even got the chance to go to school. Well I had my own private teacher that is. Going to formal parties was another normal thing back thenand there my daddy always looked for the wealthiest people there and hoped there was one who would marry me.
One night, at one of those dreadfull parties, he met just the guy for me. He seemed to be wealthy and wellmanered and he was willing to take care of me and my family. To my daddy he seemed perfect but to me he wasn't. there was something off about him. he looked to pale, like he never comes out in the sun and the way he looked at people...Like he wanted to eat them or something. No, I did not like him, not from the beginning that it but there was no stopping my daddy and soon enough I was at his house. The man who was going to marry me, Daniel, wantedm e to see and approve it. I thought this was just a way of making me feel like i had a choice while everyone, including me, knew I really didn't have one.
It was that night, after my parents decided to leave us alone to talk a little, that I discoved what he was and it was that very night that my heart stopped beating and live as I knew knew it stopped existing. From that night on I would be stuck in my twenty year old looking body and be just like Daniel. A vampire.
Let's skip a few years because they're mostly just bloody because I was still learning and still trying to accept who I now was, let's go straight to the present where I live in a normal looking house and it basically is beside the build in underground, light tight sleeping space right under my bedroom (which obviously is located on the ground floor.). Daniel had never left my side which means he is currently living in the same house as me but he sleeps in his own little "room". I have grown to like him and love him but only as family and because we have a bloodbond but other than that there is nothing between us.
I am really good at
Charming people in to doing whatever I want
Hunting ofcourse
Drawing and painting
I enjoy
The taste of blood
Hunting
The dark, but I used to love the sun
A good party
Painting, since I'm good at it
Daniel
I hate
Nasty tasting blood
Prey that gives up to easy
Not being able to come out in the sun
Poorly organized events
Daniel, when he keeps me from killing someone
Having to sleep in a tiny space
I am secretly afraid of
Getting staked
Sunlight
Silver, I don't like getting burned
Any very old and powerfull vampire that gets angry
My Puppeteer is _Hypnotised_ My parents called me Daniel Riley..
But you can call me Dan, but I really don't like that nickname..
I've been in this world for a 1000 years.
I am 5'9 tall and I weigh 132lbs pounds.
My hair is Black as the night.
My eyes are grey.
My skin is as pale as any vampire's..
I am a vampire.
I like Girls
I do not like to talk about my past for I have done terrible things I do not wish to discuss right now. I was born around a thousand years ago, when Vikings were still something real. Yes I am old I am aware of that but I still seem to be no older than thirty years old. When I was still a new vampire I could not control a single impulse i had and because of that i have killed many people who did not deserve to die. other than being out of control I was lonely but I could not be with a human woman because I could not control myself and I couldn't turn them because I did not want them to have to live with the same curse as me.
Many years later I could easily control myself, I've had enough time to learn. One thing hadn't changed, was still lonely and in need for someone to understand me.
One night, in 1735, I went to what people there called a party and my eyes immediately fell on this beautifull girl. her hair was light and so was her skin. Not as pale as a vampire's but still. Her father noticed that i could not take my eyes off of her and he arranged a meeting for us, hoping I would be the rich guy he was waiting for. I told the man everything he needed to hear: that I had money, that I had good intentions with his daughter and that i would take care of her and ofcourse the family. The poor man really thought that i was perfect and he took me to meet his daughter. She immediately noticed there was something not normal about me but she kept quiet, afraid to anger her father.
later that night I took them to see my house, hoping for Abigail's parents to leave us alone soon so that I could do what I needed to do. When they wouldn't leave I hypnotised them in to doing so and afcourse a few seconds later we were alone. Abigail got nervous after her parents went but that soon stopped, just like the beating of her heart.
At first she hating me for doing this to her and like most new vampires she was out of control but unlike myself she had someone to help her control herself and help her in how to be a vampire. as the years passed whe grew closer to each other but not as lovers, more as family and like most families we loved each other but also could annoy the hell out of each other and we would protect one another.
Now we both live in a townhouse, just a groundfloor but still large enough for the both of us. We both have our own rooms with secret built in spaces where we sleep during the day.
I am really good at
Hunting
Playing almost any instrument, I prefer the piano
Charming, hypnotising girls
I enjoy
blood
playing the piano
reading a good book
tv, humans create the most entertaining shows to watch!
a good hunt once and a while
Abigail since she is my only family
I hate
crowded places
Abigial when she's in a killing spree mood
poorly written music and books
many humans, though some are tolerable
the scent of garlic though it does not kill me
most weres, their scent is almost worse than garlic
I am secretly afraid of
Sunlight
Abigail going blood crazy
stakes, I am not ready to die again
losing control over myself again
My Puppeteer is _Hypnotised_
Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 9:07 pm
So Far...
-We have started
Intro/Plot
Rules
Setting
Creature Information
Profile Skeletons
Accepted Profiles - Humans
Accepted Profiles - Creatures
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 1:38 pm
ZENITH
Fey
*-*-*-*-*-* Zenith sighed in exasperation. The rowan-man shivered involuntarily, feeling the full force of her icy glare. Sometimes it was hard to remember that she was one of the Summer Court when she could appear so…cold, sometimes.
“Is this really necessary?” Zenith said in her Canadian accent, her tone clearly conveying that she was annoyed. “Look, I know he -“ he being the Summer King “-worries about me, but I’ll be fine! Really! It’s not like I’m human!” She snorted.
“I’m sorry, Zenith.” The rowan-man said, avoiding her eyes. “It’s just – I cannot disobey a direct order from the King.”
Zenith’s face softened. They had gone through this routine several times since she’d gotten here. “I know. Let him know that I’m okay. And tell him (again!) that I would like to be left alone!”
After the rowan-man left, Zenith muttered a string of curses that would make the average punk want to turn up his music and walk the other way. She kicked an empty can and winced when it smacked into an unsuspecting man’s calf - hard. He turned angrily, and then became confused, not being able to see Zenith. Moments later, a lupine fey came and pinched him on the butt, her eyes clearly conveying that she thought him attractive. He jumped. Zenith smothered a laugh.
Moments later, Zenith found herself in the middle of central park. She sat down on a bench, and sighed again. “If he sends his son after me, I am not going to be a happy faery.” She muttered, shoving her fingers through her black and silver hair.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 9:25 pm
Finnegan usually avoided the park. Really, it wasn't his favorite place. In fact, he hated the damn place, more than anywhere else in the city. And yet, here he was, trudging along in the damn place. He could feel the beginnings of a headache, but used the energy to erect his defences, just as Finvarra had taught him.
He could just as well have done without the lessons.
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he tried not to look too out of place. Running through wasn't exactly practical; people always got in the way, and it wasn't worth being told by bored cops that had nothing better to do that he was 'endagering the other patrons'.
They'd run, he thought bitterly, if they hurt like he did. But that was him pitying himself, and he hated doing that. So, instead, he counted the stones in the path, hurrying as fast as he dared.
He was about halfway through when it hit. A wave of power that rolled past his defences, and his knees buckled. He caught himself on a nearby branch, sagging and holding his temple, unable to suppress a gasp of pain. Where was it coming from?!
Of course, he couldn't see it. Whatever it was, they were GLAMOURED. <******** glamour!!
His hand slipped, and he hit the dirt, the pain jarring him and sending reality back. He had to get out.
"I...hate...magic." He hissed to himself, crawling along the dirt. "I...hate...faeries..."
He felt like passing out. Oh...it hurt.
If he could get his hands on whatever was doing this, he'd kill them. Of course, unless that thing was sitting on him, if being THIS close was THIS painful...He probably wouldn't be able to.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 9:39 pm
ZENITH
Fey
*-*-*-*-*-* Zenith continued to mumble to herself, cursing the Summer King and his stubborness about making sure she was safe. She rubbed her temples, closing her eyes and sighing. Did faeries even get headaches? If so, then the King was a huge one.
Suddenly she heard the sound of someone toppling against the tree beside her bench. Her eyes popped open and she jumped to her feet, startled. A green-skinned pixie stood pointing and giggling at a man on the ground, who was obviously in pain.
Zenith opened her mouth to ask what was wrong, and if he needed help, when she remembered that he probably couldn't see her...and therefore couldn't hear her. She slapped herself on the forehead and muttered another string of curses, ending with "...Summer King."
Normally she didn't utter so much profanity, but if he kept checking up on her as often as he did, she was going to develop quite a potty mouth.
She quickly stepped behind a nearby tree (not the one the man was by, of course) and put on a human appearance. She got rid of the extra finger joints, dulled her bright silvery streaks to white "hair dye", made her skin pale rather than blue, rounded her ears and her pupils. Her clothing consisted of a plain black t-shirt overtop a blue and white striped long-sleeved shirt. She wore black bootcut jeans and black converse shoes.
Zenith then walked over to the man. She had missed the comments about hating magic and faeries. She waved the pixie away with a glare and knelt beside the man.
"Sir. Excuse me, sir." She said, concern evident in her ice blue eyes. "Are you alright? Do you need me to call an ambulance?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 5:13 pm
Iмpℓinġ ♫ ßąℓтħąząѓ ♫ Iмpℓinġ
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~*~ Balto was hungry.
Not that this was anything new, since there were few times that the impling DIDN'T find himself feeling hungry. Unfortunately, food wasn't exactly easy for him to get a hold of; he couldn't really walk into a convenience store to buy his meals, and he didn't really have money to pay for food anyway. Unlike homeless humans, busting was out of the question as well - he was fairly certain that people would start screaming if he sat down out in the open, even if he WAS just playing his guitar.
Basically, being an impling sucked sometimes.
Next to him, Glory whined, as she was obviously experiencing the same discomfort that he was. The teenager smiled guiltily and reached over the scratch her behind the ear. "Sorry girl...I'll try to find us something to eat as soon as I can, alright?" That would be difficult though, considering that it was still light outside. He'd have to steal it too. The young impling knew that it was necessary, but he still couldn't help feeling bad whenever he did. Well, desperate times called for desperate measures, so he didn't really have much of a choice.
"Stay here and be a good girl." Balto gave the pup a gentle pat before climbing to his feet. If he was going to get food, then he'd back to hide himself...not an easy task when you were covered in fur. The boy grabbed a set of gloves and pulled them over his hands before putting on a heavy coat with a tall collar. He tucked the tips of his ears under his hat, stuffed his tail down into the back of his pants (which was rather uncomfortable), and made sure that the collar of his coat would cover up most of his face; he couldn't afford to let anyone see him.
Too bad all of these clothes would probably make him sweat; for once, he kind of wished that it was winter.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." And with that, he headed up to the street, keeping his head ducked down in case someone chanced to look his way. If he could just kind a stall, then he'd be able to stick something in his pockets with no problem...
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:12 pm
There had to be one nearby. Had to be. At least one, anyway, but with this pain it felt like more. He ignored the stares he was getting and continued his desperate crawl out of the park. Typical New Yorkers, nobody offered assistance. And he didn't want it.
Pity, it wasn't just New Yorkers that were interested in him. The pain roared as a girl approached, appearing to be a regular 'punk' human.
He knew better. He could feel it.
"Get away from me, fairy b***h." He snarled, gasping in pain and recoiling from her presense. "Get...leave me..."
His vision was swimming, and that wasn't good. He felt like he was going to pass out...
He needed to redirect it. Had to think. But really, it hurt too much to think.
'Breathe.' he reminded himself of Finvarra's advice. 'Just...breathe..'
And then it hit him. Finvarra. Geez, why hadn't he thought of it before??
"The wrath...of the seelie...if you touch me." he managed, inching away from her. "If you don't...get lost..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:27 pm
 Kaelie Rae00000000Faery QueenSeelie doesn't always mean niceShe had lost him.
Despite all her efforts, her attention, and her work, he had managed to evade her, as usual. Now here she was, wandering around, and trying to find the metaphorical needle in a haystack. Finn was missing, and Kaelie couldn't FIND him!
Even when he wasn't speaking to her, the damn boy managed to piss her off to no end. It must have been a skill, she decided, veering across an iron-stinking street and heading for the park. She needed a moments' respite from the iron; and sometimes she could find assistance in the solitary fey that lived there. Even better if there were seelie fey hanging around. She may not have been their queen, but she was a queen all the same, and that demanded their obedience, if not respect.
She was surprised to find that she had no need of obedience, however, as she quickly spotted Finn writhing on the ground. Glamoured to be invisble to the human eye, she didn't need to sneak or stop to avoid being seen; but being seen wasn't what Kaelie worried about. She worried about Finn. She could not see any faeries around him, but he was clearly in pain.
"Get away from me, fairy b***h." He was snarling, clearly angered. But at who?
She blinked when she realized he was talking to a girl that knelt beside him. She had to be the one. And clearly, she didn't understand what was happening. But there was no way for Kaelie to explain. She didn't dare get closer to Finn, when that girl was already causing him such agony. If she would just get the point and MOVE...!
"Back away slowly!" She finally decided to call out, advising the girl. She was sure that Finn would not hear her, but assumed that the other fey would. "Your presence pains him. And be warned; he is under the protection of Seelie." There was ice in her voice; a feral protectiveness that she still had not been able to shed. The reason Finvarra had chosen her for this; if anyone hurt Finn, he knew she would not hesitate to hurt them back.
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Posted: Mon Aug 02, 2010 5:47 pm
Eian NottKiss me, I'm Irish------------------------------ Eian sat at the small stall he was helping to run, ipod headphones jammed into his ears, staring boredly out at the swarming crowd. He was not interested in this. Not in the slightest. But Zak had plunked him here in the center of the Flea Market, telling him to mind the stall until he and Kass returned.
Jackass. He was off boinking her behind a building and Eian damn well knew it.
Well, perhaps not behind a building. Zak had more class than that. Regardless, they were still boinking, and Eian was in a foul mood. He'd moved on from Zak, taken the hint.
But that didn't stop him from being bitter and alone.
Sighing, he plunked his boots up beside the trinkets that he was trying to sell; charms to protect you from the fey, services to uncharm you if they'd had their fun with you, the lunar drug, and much more. Most of it was true blue supernatural stuff; but some of it was just for tourists. Fake voodoo dolls and what-not. They usually made a killing in New Orleans, but Zak was still on probation for the mishap they'd had the last time they'd gone there, so that was out. Not that it mattered; there were enough customers. Plus, Kass had suggested selling 'magical' food; cakes like there were in Alice in Wonderland, and sandwiches that 'made you stronger'.
It drew in a lot of young kids, and even a few adults.
All of it, however, was mind numbingly BORING.
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