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Posted: Tue, 03/08/2021 02:14 (4 Years ago) |
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... Well then, perhaps this tale of one wandering soul may bring you some dim spark of light in a world with a dying sun; a metaphor, or so we should hope. The silence was stifling. A once-roaring city, the Manchester area had been particularly hard-hit in this new plague. The greater the pride the harder the fall, the louder the noise the harsher the quietude. So, so few had survived, and many of those few no longer particularly desired to do so. Soft, barely audible footsteps, though, padded quietly across the rubble, and if one were perhaps able to discern them they may realize there were two sets, both moving nearly in sync, one a vaguely loping cadence of quadrupedal feet and the other those of a quickly shuffling biped. The owner of the latter set could have been said to be somewhat in that earlier category, though the rather tall young man with messy black hair shrouded beneath a tattered, likely stolen hoodie did have his reasons for his actions taken in hopes of preserving his vitality. The collie padding along beside the young man somewhat mirrored his actions. While it often moved in ways that were clearly independent, glancing up or back as its companion kept his gaze down, it kept perfect pace with him, even the movement of its sides as its breath moved in and out matching that of his chest. Perhaps its canine expression could even be said to mirror his, though that may be the breed's natural intelligence mixing with the viewer's predispositions based on their other observations. The man himself was older than he looked, albeit not by much. Some may have guessed him to possess two or three years fewer than the twenty he did hold. He fit in well enough with the surroundings; rubble and knocked over buildings seemed to complement his perpetual all-over-the-place hairstyle, though calling it a style was stretching it, and threadbare clothing. A ratty and fraying grey blanket that moved stiffly as he progressed through the destroyed city was slung over his right arm. Any who might have repetitively observed his comings and goings through the area likely would assume his pillaging and scavenging were only for himself, just the way he intended to appear. Tempest, for that was his name, was used to drawing breath without the notice of any who did so as well around him. Live and let live was one way to put it, but with the high crime rates in the low income neighborhood his family had been trapped in since the death of his father when he was 9, his usual pace of life was more of a, "Keep your head down and you may just retain your lunch money." However, the lack of people now was simply unsettling, though he'd gotten used to it over the course of the past years. It did make avoiding others quite a bit easier. While he had always preferred not to maintain solidarity outside of his family members, he was grateful for the presence of the dog beside him. Angel, he called her; it was what his family had planned to name the dog they'd always wanted, at least once they were on better terms financially. He wasn't sure where she'd come from or why, but he trusted her. There was an innocence to the collie that mixed well somehow with her intelligence, and she seemed to have a strong devotion to him, though for what reasons he also didn't know. Even as he kept a watch out himself whilst he did his best to proceed with total silence, he felt somewhat comfortable with keeping his navy eyes on the ground to make sure he didn't misstep and send the wreckage of rocks he was picking his way over tumbling, knowing Angel was more than capable of keeping watch without him. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 03/08/2021 00:10 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 01/08/2021 01:57 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Wed, 28/07/2021 01:41 (4 Years ago) |
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Username: RainRipple Character Name: Tempest Clare Character Gender: Male Character Age: 20 Personality: Reckless yet restrained, he allows his emotions to run away internally but has the presence of mind, usually, to not express them. While he may care deeply for some and can be rather compassionate, he usually tries to venture away from this characteristic, not wanting to be hurt or to hurt them. He possesses a willingness to trust and do as he is told. His temper is fierce, though hard to aggravate; if someone succeeds in provoking it, he may lash out viciously. However, he tends to be more of the observing type and less so one of action. Tempest fears showing his own weaknesses, as can be seen in the way he tries to avoid letting others know both of his asthma and how hard the loss of his mother has hit him. Appearance: 6'0'', messy and slightly wavy black hair, deep blue eyes with streaks of a lighter, icy blue scattered through them; similar to (x). He wears a plain grey long sleeved shirt, dark grey jeans, tan mountain boots, and a black braided leather bracelet on his left wrist. Daemon: Collie (x) Daemon Name: Angel Questions/anything else?: N/A Password: Donuts? Show
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Username: RainRipple Character Name: Breeze Clare Character Gender: Female Character Age: 15 Personality: Gentle, reserved, and soft-hearted. Though she gives off a cold, rebellious air, Breeze is truly a very emotional, caring person, to the point where her clothing choices are driven by her expression of these emotions. She cannot stand to have her emotions pent up; doing so results in her feeling utterly drained and despondent. While she does have the ability to trust others, she never does, believing they’ll simply hurt or leave her. The sole exception to this is her brother, the only family member she has left, of whom she is very loyal to and protective of. Appearance (Use an image if desired): 5’4’’, wavy black hair with a silver ombre, rosy pale skin, stunning, vivid, icy blue eyes, freckles, has a hummingbird tattoo on the outside of her right tricep at the shoulder; (x). Breeze wears a black, sleeveless turtleneck crop top, shredded black jeans, jet black sneakers with black laces, multiple piercings in each ear (x), and a black paracord bracelet on her left wrist, as well as black mascara and eyeliner. Daemon(Use an image if desired): N/A Daemon Name: N/A Questions/anything else?: Breeze is not a POV character of mine. She's rather important to Tempest's character and therefore I've included her information here but I won't be using her as an actual character; I'll likely just pop her into scenes involving him from time to time. Not having a daemon or being particularly suited for combat, the only reason she's survived as long as she has is that her brother will do anything and everything to protect her. Password: Donuts! [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 19/07/2021 03:51 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sun, 18/07/2021 04:21 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 16/07/2021 16:27 (4 Years ago) |
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Character Reference: (x) Pose: Up to You, RC! Payment Method: 90 Ground Gems Any Accessories you'd Like?: None! Anything else you'd like to tell me/Let me know?: She's rather slim, but her shirt is a bit oversized and hangs pretty loosely on her, so the body doesn't need to be particularly detailed or complicated. You're welcome to simplify the wings if that makes it easier for you. Thanks so much! [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 15/07/2021 22:10 (4 Years ago) |
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She turned to Emmett, wondering if he knew them, but doing so caused his words to replay in her head; “Beautiful.” Clearly she had yet to get control of herself fully. Though feeling a bit silly, she did want to avoid a situation where she came off as impolite, so she greeted them with a polite yet somewhat perplexed, “Hello.” [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 14/07/2021 04:09 (4 Years ago) |
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Despite having been completely caught off guard at first, Peregrine's ability to function had somewhat returned to her, though his continued speech, not just the words but the sound of his voice, was drawing her back towards a state of flustered mess. She was trying to keep her wits about her, but this seemed almost like something taken from the fairytales her mother used to tell her before bed when she was little. It was really quite strange to her, unusual; she'd never had any interactions with other people that she could compare to this. She should probably try to respond intelligently something before her own elated and astonished thoughts crashed back down on her. "Oh, no, no, no worries," she quickly said in response to his apology. She wasn't sure what to say to his latter words, but there was some sort of odd bubbly feeling in her stomach that made her laugh a bit, somewhat awkwardly and a little bit just in surprise; an awkward-surprised-happy laugh. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 14/07/2021 00:15 (4 Years ago) |
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The young woman was completely flustered. 20 years old and the only people who had ever told her that her skin wasn't hideous before were her family members; her mother hadn't seemed to believe it herself, though, and Osprey tended to idolize his older sister, finding it difficult to find faults in her, a trait which she did at times appreciate but could also make it hard to take his words to heart. When she was younger, she'd fantasized situations like this and always imagined she'd respond with something quick-witted and bright, but now she really had no clue what to say, aside from that she just should to say something. "O-oh, thank you," she managed, but a flicker in her voice made it sound more like a fearful question. She winced; that wasn't how she'd meant it. Her face felt quite red; she couldn't help but wonder if the fuchsia that had risen into it was a different tone in the lighter patches of her skin than the darker. Goodness, she didn't know what was happening; normally she was able to actually be somewhat articulate in conversation. Mentally taking a deep breath, she adjusted her posture and tried to calm herself a bit. She hadn't been expecting to be so immediately enamored with a person she'd just met, but she couldn't help but be captivated by his quick, spiraling speech and polite demeanor. The young woman smiled. "Thank you," she repeated, her voice deeply genuine and a great deal more steady, though she wasn't entirely sure why she was allowing herself to be so touched by his words. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Emmett. You may; I'm Peregrine." [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 13/07/2021 19:29 (4 Years ago) |
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"Oh!" Peregrine jumped as something collided with her from behind. She stumbled forwards, then turned quickly to apologize, fully expecting the other party to jump away as if burned, a common reaction from people when they accidentally touched her. While the young man didn't do so, a little flush rose into her cheeks at his clear astonishment. It was normal, and she expected she'd become numb to it someday, but for the while she still felt a little sinking feeling whenever someone responded strongly to seeing her skin. The man's reaction didn't seem entirely negative, though. Yet, she chided the thought. Give it a moment. Shaking herself mentally, she quickly said, "N-no, my apologies, I was in the way. I'm dreadfully sorry." She wanted to reassure him it wasn't contagious or anything or to try and explain that no, it wasn't a curse, but she worried that calling attention to it may make him uneasy. There were two main responses to her, she'd noticed. The first was horror that turned to condescension and ostracizing; those people would make no effort to hide it when they spoke about how strange and ugly her skin. The second was just ignoring it, generally avoiding eye contact, and ending the conversation as quickly as possible. She still wasn't sure which she preferred. The young woman glanced away, realizing she'd been staring somewhat awkwardly at him. She knew better than to do that, but he was rather interesting. He was quite a bit taller than she and dressed rather fancily, yet his hair was almost amusingly crazy. She knew that if her little brother were there he would have tried to make some snide comment before she could hush him up, a scenario that had played out once before and ended in total embarrassment, though she could usually manage that result even without Osprey's help. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 13/07/2021 18:22 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Tue, 13/07/2021 05:13 (4 Years ago) |
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The wax ran down the sides, drip, drip, dripping to the bases of the holders, but that wasn't what interested her. Her large green eyes moved only from flame to flame, and that only sparingly. As the smallest candle, the one that had been burning the longest, flickered down to its stub, the flame was quenched by the liquid wax with a hiss. A little smile spread across her mouth, one that was normally seen as rather sweet and innocent but in that moment held an odd sense of cruel amusement. Peregrine, it was safe to say, had gotten completely carried away in the hall of books. She'd hoped to be home by dinner and it was already pitch black outside. She didn't worry, though; her family was used to her staying out a bit late, sometimes getting particularly caught up in a buck or moose she was tracking. If they hadn't been so conditioned, she would have felt a lot more guilty in her continued perusing of the literature. When she was younger, her mother had brought her here to search through the books for a cure for her patched skin, but as the girl had aged, her attention had shifted to more mature topics, such as the histories of bow-making, hunting, and survival tactics. She trailed a dappled hand across the spines of a row of books just at her eye level. Some sounded boring, but others made her wish she wasn't growing tired. Peregrine was sensible enough, though, to know that the walk home through the dark still lay ahead of her, and that she really ought to have left some time ago. With a little sigh, she turned to her left, preparing to return to her small cabin once more. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 11/07/2021 00:39 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 10/07/2021 19:58 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 10/07/2021 02:31 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 09/07/2021 01:38 (4 Years ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 08/07/2021 04:17 (4 Years ago) |
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In the moment, she wasn't sure. A slightly vague answer could help the situation, perhaps, and maybe give her more clarity as to his intentions, be they malicious or benign. Dipping her head in a gesture of respect and meekness, she responded softly, "Just passing through, sir." Not a particularly brave move, certainly not one of a thief. Her original plan was greatly flawed, she saw that now. No one who took more than a glance or two at her small, wiry figure would ever mistake her for a fighter, even if they were to observe the muscular strength she'd gained from her profession. "Short and sweet," her father called her jokingly, and despite the fact that there were girls in the town quite a bit shorter than her, she was certainly on the lower end of the height spectrum. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 07/07/2021 19:08 (4 Years ago) |
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Stop following me, stop following me, she muttered in her head. She knew she could at least attempt to defend herself if he did see past her facade, maybe better than he might expect, but after seeing that the woman who had beaten him had considered him a good enough fighter to make her right-hand man, she really would feel much safer getting back to a more populated part of town, despite the fact that she knew the other citizens likely wouldn't stand up for her even if she got attacked in bright daylight. Striding out of the alley into a slightly less cramped and rundown one with mock confidence, she turned firmly to the right, fighting the urge to adjust her hood more for fear it may make her seem fidgety and nervous. It was perhaps two or so minutes to the square, then twenty-ish till home. Maybe she could find her way to the town's old library and busy herself there; despite everything, the building still usually had at least one or two people inside at most times during the day, and a library didn't seem like a place she was likely to be attacked. She didn't know how she was going to pass that off as a thief's job, though. Maybe she could try to loose the man in the alleys? Unlikely, but a better plan than leading him straight to her home. [Read more] |