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Forum-Index → Roleplay → Inactive RPs → Creatures"So are you feeling a little less scared now? I never meant to frighten you..." Kana was quite calm, if even a little falicity. She couldn't help but feel more at ease now, feeling the tensity in the air decline. She kept a straight composure now, not letting the laughter she felt break through.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
Anyway, I decided to put my forms in a spoiler/hide box to avoid taking up as much space ^^''
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Arcane
Gender: Physically male
Age: Looks no older than 19-20, but no one is really sure
Human? or...: Pretty far from human
Appearance: He's decently tall, thin, and doesn't look particularly muscular. His hair always has a messy windblown look to it and is dark brown in color, but there are a few lighter streaks through it when he's in the sun. He's tan and has pure blue eyes, instead of the usual black for those that aren’t human. He has no scars -at all- or even birthmarks. He favors wearing a white sweatshirt and black jeans above all other forms of clothing, and absolutely refuses to wear shoes, believing they're highly uncomfortable and unnecessary ... He also has wings. 6 to be exact. The feathers are black and take on a blue sheen when in sunlight, and stay hidden most of the time, as he feels it draws unnecessary attention to him, but he needs to have at least 2 of his wings visible to do anything useful (ex: healing). When all his wings are hidden, he's basically a stronger/harder-to-kill version of your average human. If he's using some of his actual powers, or something is bothering/angering him, his eyes glow (still blue).
Personality: He's pretty much a pacifist and will try avoiding conflict, but is extraordinarily bad at it... he can't allow himself to just walk by if he sees someone in trouble, especially if he knows he could help that someone. He also doesn't understand a lot of things, almost as if he’s been completely sheltered his entire life, and technology doesn't mix well with him. References will go directly over his head, and sometimes he accidentally blows up lights, tvs, laptops, phones... etc. A lot of people could easily mistake him as "innocent." He also isn't bothered by a lot of things normal people would be, because he doesn't feel emotions in the same way.
History: He's actually had a rather bloody past, though one would never guess it with his lack of scars and misunderstandings of… well, everything. He’s been underestimated pretty much since he was born. No one has ever really managed to understand why technology mixes so badly with him and if he knows the reasoning himself, he has yet to enlighten anyone else.
Other: One of my many OC's... though he's been altered a lot to try and make it fit this rp better ^^'' I put the information for his not-human-ness in appearance/personality.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Zero
Gender: Male
Age: Around 18
Human? or...: Technically human, but also technically dead, so… no
Appearance: Average height, light borderlining tan skin, platinum blonde hair. He has the black eyes and pointed ears most non-humans have. He wears a black rope necklace with a little silver talisman on it that his older brother gave him a long time ago. He’ll wear pretty much anything provided it’s convenient, but normally favors a navy blue t-shirt, dark jeans, and grey sneakers. He also has a large scar diagonally across his back and a small tattoo of a symbol he doesn’t recognize on his chest.
Personality: He’s rather introverted and pessimistic. If he doesn’t know someone, he doesn’t want to know them and he’ll likely try to avoid them. He really took the whole ‘don’t talk to strangers’ thing by heart when he was little, apparently. Though he isn’t always the most pleasant person to be around, once someone gets to know him and he really cares about them, he’s loyal and wouldn’t hesitate to die for them.
History: He clearly remembers falling off of that building-- or rather, being pushed… he does not, however, remember anything after that, that could have possibly led him to where he is now. He died, plain and simple. That was it. So how the hell did he wake up on a park bench, two months after his “death” with a scar on his back and nothing else? (Nothing else, of course, ignoring the whole black-eyes-pointed-ears thing, because it still freaks him out. Mirrors are a big “No” now.) Let’s backtrack a bit… Zero was an orphaned delinquent for the majority of his life. Everyone always felt bad for him, and then were surprised if they ever found out that he actually happened to be pretty smart. No one would really get mad at him, because they pitied him… so he obviously did what any rationally thinking human would and took complete advantage of that. He used to have an older brother that looked after him, but… one thing led to another, which led to a building and falling/pushing and darkness. That was the end of that.
Other: One of my many OC's, who has also been altered a bit. Having previously been dead and currently being not-human, he has a lot of connections to death. He can sense how strong a living thing’s life force is by touching them/it and he can get a sense of how someone’s life has been by looking into their eyes. Neither of these things are actually useful, of course. On the upside, he’s a rather skilled fighter, though that has more to do with the fact he doesn’t fear death and has nothing holding him back in a fight then with the whole not-human thing.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Adaire
Gender: Female
Age: Around 18 - 19
Human? or...: Other
Appearance: Tall, tan, busty. She has long black hair that she keeps out of the way by braiding it. Her eyes are the telltale black of someone mutated, and her ears are pointed as well. Wears a white tank-top, light grey hooded jacket, and ripped black jeans. She either wears dark grey sneakers or no shoes at all. She has a necklace with a star charm on it, a matching anklet, and has 5 piercings on one ear and 2 on the other. All the jewelry she wears is silver. There’s a scar that goes straight down her face, over her right eye, and sometimes she has trouble seeing out of that eye. Her teeth are pointed. Additionally, she has wolf ears and a tail, which are only ever-so-slightly lighter than her hair color.
Personality: She can be a bit cocky and sometimes takes things too far, but she's also insanely loyal and protective of anyone she cares about. She likes to tease people. Can get a bit antsy when people stand too far off to her right side, as she can't see them very well thanks to her scarred eye. She's proud of her strength and inhuman side, so if someone comments on those aspects of her, she'll almost always take it as a compliment (even if it was meant as an insult.)
History: She used to live with her older brother in a forest, but… things happened. Things that involved her brother being killed viciously in front of her and her getting a scar over one of her eyes. She prefers to not talk about her past much, but occasionally makes references to her brother. She doesn’t like knives, guns, or most other forms of weapon similar, and doesn’t take kindly to people taking them out around her.
Other: Another one of my OC's. She has a lot of canine tendencies. Her senses of smell and hearing are heightened, and she's more agile than a normal human would be.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Tanja
Gender: Female
Age: 17 - 18
Human? or...: Human
Appearance: Medium height, caramel skin, dark frizzy hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She generally wears a white shirt, black jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. She has a gold chain necklace with a heart locket on it. Instead of a picture, a date is inscribed in the locket. There’s always a flower in her hair, the color varies from blue to orange to purple. There’s a tattoo of a dragon on her leg. Its tail curves around her ankle.
Personality: If you’re not human, she doesn’t trust you. If you’re visibly mutated, she openly dislikes you. If she ever sees something not-human doing something she sees as wrong, she completely hates you. Towards humans (and the few non-humans that might’ve miraculously earned her trust) she’s protective, friendly, and likes to fool around.
History: She watched both her parents get killed by pointy eared/black eyed creatures when she was still little and has grown up to despise said creatures, along with everything else that isn’t human. She’s been taught how to fight and take care of herself and is now confident enough to directly fight things that aren’t human. She considers herself a hunter of sorts and views what she does as protecting other humans from being hurt in the same way she was.
Other: The only one that isn’t one of my OC’s… though if I like her, I might keep her and add her to my list. Who knows.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Arcane
Gender: Physically male
Age: Looks no older than 19-20, but no one is really sure
Human? or...: Pretty far from human
Appearance: He's decently tall, thin, and doesn't look particularly muscular. His hair always has a messy windblown look to it and is dark brown in color, but there are a few lighter streaks through it when he's in the sun. He's tan and has pure blue eyes, instead of the usual black for those that aren’t human. He has no scars -at all- or even birthmarks. He favors wearing a white sweatshirt and black jeans above all other forms of clothing, and absolutely refuses to wear shoes, believing they're highly uncomfortable and unnecessary ... He also has wings. 6 to be exact. The feathers are black and take on a blue sheen when in sunlight, and stay hidden most of the time, as he feels it draws unnecessary attention to him, but he needs to have at least 2 of his wings visible to do anything useful (ex: healing). When all his wings are hidden, he's basically a stronger/harder-to-kill version of your average human. If he's using some of his actual powers, or something is bothering/angering him, his eyes glow (still blue).
Personality: He's pretty much a pacifist and will try avoiding conflict, but is extraordinarily bad at it... he can't allow himself to just walk by if he sees someone in trouble, especially if he knows he could help that someone. He also doesn't understand a lot of things, almost as if he’s been completely sheltered his entire life, and technology doesn't mix well with him. References will go directly over his head, and sometimes he accidentally blows up lights, tvs, laptops, phones... etc. A lot of people could easily mistake him as "innocent." He also isn't bothered by a lot of things normal people would be, because he doesn't feel emotions in the same way.
History: He's actually had a rather bloody past, though one would never guess it with his lack of scars and misunderstandings of… well, everything. He’s been underestimated pretty much since he was born. No one has ever really managed to understand why technology mixes so badly with him and if he knows the reasoning himself, he has yet to enlighten anyone else.
Other: One of my many OC's... though he's been altered a lot to try and make it fit this rp better ^^'' I put the information for his not-human-ness in appearance/personality.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Zero
Gender: Male
Age: Around 18
Human? or...: Technically human, but also technically dead, so… no
Appearance: Average height, light borderlining tan skin, platinum blonde hair. He has the black eyes and pointed ears most non-humans have. He wears a black rope necklace with a little silver talisman on it that his older brother gave him a long time ago. He’ll wear pretty much anything provided it’s convenient, but normally favors a navy blue t-shirt, dark jeans, and grey sneakers. He also has a large scar diagonally across his back and a small tattoo of a symbol he doesn’t recognize on his chest.
Personality: He’s rather introverted and pessimistic. If he doesn’t know someone, he doesn’t want to know them and he’ll likely try to avoid them. He really took the whole ‘don’t talk to strangers’ thing by heart when he was little, apparently. Though he isn’t always the most pleasant person to be around, once someone gets to know him and he really cares about them, he’s loyal and wouldn’t hesitate to die for them.
History: He clearly remembers falling off of that building-- or rather, being pushed… he does not, however, remember anything after that, that could have possibly led him to where he is now. He died, plain and simple. That was it. So how the hell did he wake up on a park bench, two months after his “death” with a scar on his back and nothing else? (Nothing else, of course, ignoring the whole black-eyes-pointed-ears thing, because it still freaks him out. Mirrors are a big “No” now.) Let’s backtrack a bit… Zero was an orphaned delinquent for the majority of his life. Everyone always felt bad for him, and then were surprised if they ever found out that he actually happened to be pretty smart. No one would really get mad at him, because they pitied him… so he obviously did what any rationally thinking human would and took complete advantage of that. He used to have an older brother that looked after him, but… one thing led to another, which led to a building and falling/pushing and darkness. That was the end of that.
Other: One of my many OC's, who has also been altered a bit. Having previously been dead and currently being not-human, he has a lot of connections to death. He can sense how strong a living thing’s life force is by touching them/it and he can get a sense of how someone’s life has been by looking into their eyes. Neither of these things are actually useful, of course. On the upside, he’s a rather skilled fighter, though that has more to do with the fact he doesn’t fear death and has nothing holding him back in a fight then with the whole not-human thing.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Adaire
Gender: Female
Age: Around 18 - 19
Human? or...: Other
Appearance: Tall, tan, busty. She has long black hair that she keeps out of the way by braiding it. Her eyes are the telltale black of someone mutated, and her ears are pointed as well. Wears a white tank-top, light grey hooded jacket, and ripped black jeans. She either wears dark grey sneakers or no shoes at all. She has a necklace with a star charm on it, a matching anklet, and has 5 piercings on one ear and 2 on the other. All the jewelry she wears is silver. There’s a scar that goes straight down her face, over her right eye, and sometimes she has trouble seeing out of that eye. Her teeth are pointed. Additionally, she has wolf ears and a tail, which are only ever-so-slightly lighter than her hair color.
Personality: She can be a bit cocky and sometimes takes things too far, but she's also insanely loyal and protective of anyone she cares about. She likes to tease people. Can get a bit antsy when people stand too far off to her right side, as she can't see them very well thanks to her scarred eye. She's proud of her strength and inhuman side, so if someone comments on those aspects of her, she'll almost always take it as a compliment (even if it was meant as an insult.)
History: She used to live with her older brother in a forest, but… things happened. Things that involved her brother being killed viciously in front of her and her getting a scar over one of her eyes. She prefers to not talk about her past much, but occasionally makes references to her brother. She doesn’t like knives, guns, or most other forms of weapon similar, and doesn’t take kindly to people taking them out around her.
Other: Another one of my OC's. She has a lot of canine tendencies. Her senses of smell and hearing are heightened, and she's more agile than a normal human would be.
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Username: autumnwolf99
Name: Tanja
Gender: Female
Age: 17 - 18
Human? or...: Human
Appearance: Medium height, caramel skin, dark frizzy hair, and chocolate brown eyes. She generally wears a white shirt, black jacket, blue jeans, and white sneakers. She has a gold chain necklace with a heart locket on it. Instead of a picture, a date is inscribed in the locket. There’s always a flower in her hair, the color varies from blue to orange to purple. There’s a tattoo of a dragon on her leg. Its tail curves around her ankle.
Personality: If you’re not human, she doesn’t trust you. If you’re visibly mutated, she openly dislikes you. If she ever sees something not-human doing something she sees as wrong, she completely hates you. Towards humans (and the few non-humans that might’ve miraculously earned her trust) she’s protective, friendly, and likes to fool around.
History: She watched both her parents get killed by pointy eared/black eyed creatures when she was still little and has grown up to despise said creatures, along with everything else that isn’t human. She’s been taught how to fight and take care of herself and is now confident enough to directly fight things that aren’t human. She considers herself a hunter of sorts and views what she does as protecting other humans from being hurt in the same way she was.
Other: The only one that isn’t one of my OC’s… though if I like her, I might keep her and add her to my list. Who knows.
Witch vulpix count: who cares because it got reset and I hate everything
Gems I need: Dragon, ghost, poison, psychic, fairy
Once he was back up on his feet and free of the clutches of the floor, Möhnä glanced briefly at the other mutant after she spoke before finding the floorboars unnaturally fascinating. His fear from earlier was pretty much replaced by embarrasment. Not only due to his fall through the floorboard but also because of his overly cautious behaviour towards the other.
"I guess... Thanks...." Möhnä dared to tear his eyes away from the floor and look at the mutant before him. He would've smiled if he could. "And sorry, guess I'm a bit too skittish."
((A totally random sidenote: autumnwolf99 your characters seem quite interesting. .3.
"Don't let someone else make you feel guilty or ashamed about something you don't have control over, whether it is your skin color, your sexual preference or otherwise."
- Alex Bolton (I Hate Everything)
(Black, I am positive I replied to you a while ago XD)
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Username: Sin
Name: Shikku
Gender: Fem
Age: 16
Human? or...: Mutant
Appearance: Shikku looks quite average from a distance. She has a normal shade of umber for a hair color. It is however, not her natural color. After having her hair dyed and cut into style’s she hated, she let her hair grow out a lot. Her skin is a nice light tan and her eyes are a swampy moss green. She mainly wears clothes that cover her skin. She's used to wearing more revealing clothes, but tends to avoid anything too... She likes to wear long dresses and leather jackets, although black pants are also a favorite. She wears make-up to hide her face more than to doll up.
Personality: Her personality completely varies upon who she's with. She's kind of oblivious from most events, but seeing what happens ahead of time really makes up for her lack of being involved. For her rather dark backstory, she's kind of innocent. Shikku is even kind of clumsy at times, knocking into tables and walking into doors. She's sort of a nice person although she usually remains as that one person who steps back from anything troublesome. She doesn't have the patience to deal with any annoyances and will get away from it. She lacks confidence in her self and combined with her pride, keeps her away from civilization. She's gone through quite a lot and is introverted because of it. She also puts herself down more than necessary.
History:(I had to cut out so much detail, that I almost cried...)
Shikku was always a quiet girl. She would never speak of her past, because her 'mother' taught her not to speak ill of others. Nothing was ever truly good about her life therefore she wouldn't speak of it in simple conversation. She was much too complex for that. There were no Prince Charmings ready to whisk off the beautiful women to the castle of their dreams. There were only filthy nightmares. She was a child of the slums. Only one person would dare take her in, and that would be the point of no return for Shikku. Shikku was only around four when the Madame Del Figlia would "save" her. The only reason Del Figlia dared to pick up another mouth to feed was free labor. Shikku was used for cleaning everything from the kitchen to the main hall to the various rooms surrounding. Things stayed that way until she turned 12 and Madame Del Figlia finally forced her head-first into the grotesque world she had been so desperately trying to stray away from. Her ray of hope came in a vision 3 years later and she grasped into it. She saw herself kill for the first time. On the eve of her twelfth year in Madame Del Figlia's hell, Shikku would kill the man she was assigned to. He would be stabbed in the throat by a broad knife. When the day came, she kissed Madame Del Figlia on the cheek before going into the room. Shikku looked straight into the man's eyes, burning this memory into her skull. The grotesque man grinned until it was too late for him, and Shikku left the room without hesitation. She said nothing to her 'sisters' and walked out of the establishment. She could do so much more. Shikku could do anything given her gifts. She refused to be a victim anymore.
Other: Honestly one of my favorite OCs... Shikku has a foresight ability and does see the future. She does not however, like to mess with it. She has changed events before and realized that each time something runs of track, it doesn't turn out well. She can usually see an event happen and then it can change drastically, making her a little inaccurate. The closer time gets to an event, the more clarity she sees it with.
Username: Sin
Name: Shikku
Gender: Fem
Age: 16
Human? or...: Mutant
Appearance: Shikku looks quite average from a distance. She has a normal shade of umber for a hair color. It is however, not her natural color. After having her hair dyed and cut into style’s she hated, she let her hair grow out a lot. Her skin is a nice light tan and her eyes are a swampy moss green. She mainly wears clothes that cover her skin. She's used to wearing more revealing clothes, but tends to avoid anything too... She likes to wear long dresses and leather jackets, although black pants are also a favorite. She wears make-up to hide her face more than to doll up.
Personality: Her personality completely varies upon who she's with. She's kind of oblivious from most events, but seeing what happens ahead of time really makes up for her lack of being involved. For her rather dark backstory, she's kind of innocent. Shikku is even kind of clumsy at times, knocking into tables and walking into doors. She's sort of a nice person although she usually remains as that one person who steps back from anything troublesome. She doesn't have the patience to deal with any annoyances and will get away from it. She lacks confidence in her self and combined with her pride, keeps her away from civilization. She's gone through quite a lot and is introverted because of it. She also puts herself down more than necessary.
History:(I had to cut out so much detail, that I almost cried...)
Shikku was always a quiet girl. She would never speak of her past, because her 'mother' taught her not to speak ill of others. Nothing was ever truly good about her life therefore she wouldn't speak of it in simple conversation. She was much too complex for that. There were no Prince Charmings ready to whisk off the beautiful women to the castle of their dreams. There were only filthy nightmares. She was a child of the slums. Only one person would dare take her in, and that would be the point of no return for Shikku. Shikku was only around four when the Madame Del Figlia would "save" her. The only reason Del Figlia dared to pick up another mouth to feed was free labor. Shikku was used for cleaning everything from the kitchen to the main hall to the various rooms surrounding. Things stayed that way until she turned 12 and Madame Del Figlia finally forced her head-first into the grotesque world she had been so desperately trying to stray away from. Her ray of hope came in a vision 3 years later and she grasped into it. She saw herself kill for the first time. On the eve of her twelfth year in Madame Del Figlia's hell, Shikku would kill the man she was assigned to. He would be stabbed in the throat by a broad knife. When the day came, she kissed Madame Del Figlia on the cheek before going into the room. Shikku looked straight into the man's eyes, burning this memory into her skull. The grotesque man grinned until it was too late for him, and Shikku left the room without hesitation. She said nothing to her 'sisters' and walked out of the establishment. She could do so much more. Shikku could do anything given her gifts. She refused to be a victim anymore.
Other: Honestly one of my favorite OCs... Shikku has a foresight ability and does see the future. She does not however, like to mess with it. She has changed events before and realized that each time something runs of track, it doesn't turn out well. She can usually see an event happen and then it can change drastically, making her a little inaccurate. The closer time gets to an event, the more clarity she sees it with.
Kana giggled at his remark with a smirk plastered on her face. "No, it's mostly my own fault. I'm not really the most welcoming looking person. I can understand the anxiety from seeing me fly up here. I almost look like an angel of death. You probably feared for your life at the sight of me." Knowing how dark and foreboding her own presence was, she took a slight step back and stood up straight. Her wings now folded behind her back and hid in alignment with her spine. An ebony feather could be seen on the ground underneath her boots from the hasty move over.
She was trying to be understanding to this mutant's embarrassment although it really made her want to laugh. She looked straight at him and held back her laughter very well. She kept an almost perfect composure now. Calm and unruffled, she examined the mutant better up close. She was certainly intrigued by the way his whole body was formed. He had a more or less human shape, but his skin was completely different than any normal human. She hadn't even seen another mutant with this kind of extreme mutation. She really wondered how he wasn't on a lab table.
Concerned with her surroundings, she peered around the room and took in more of the building. She didn't like being in places where she knew she couldn't escape and so, looked for any opportunity to identify more escape routes. This included a wall she figured would easily break given enough force. It appeared crumbly and many small pieces of wood and sheet rock laid was sprawled on the ground below it.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
Arcane walked around the city streets with his hood up, keeping his vision focused mainly on the ground as he went. In all actuality, he was paying a lot of attention to his surroundings and where he was going, but he needed to make it seem like he wasn't in order to keep attention away from himself... He always found travelling by land easier if he kept his head down and avoided letting people see his eyes. Humans could get so fussy over the smallest of things... besides, he had quickly discovered that the less contact he had with anything technological, the better -- and he considered looking at streetlights as interacting with them. It wasn't his fault that technology didn't mix with him. He didn't want those lights in the grocery store to explode when he walked under them... it just kind of happened. His goal now was to simply make it to the edge of the city without drawing any more attention to himself. It was hard enough to get away from the startled humans asking him if he was ok after lightbulbs exploded and little glass shards covered him... he did not need something else exploding and creating chaos around him. All he wanted to do was get far enough out of the city to properly stretch his wings and maybe fly a little bit.
Zero stood at the edge of a random building in the city, looking down at all the people below. They looked rather like little toys from where he was, it was something he always found amusing... Though one would think he'd stop hanging out on building roofs after that little incident where he was pushed off of one, he seemed to be on roofs more often then he was on the ground these days. Things were quieter on a rooftop, and ironically enough, people bothered him less. Humans were so ignorant, never looking up long enough to notice him standing there... He almost pitied them. Almost. He could never really pity a species he knew to be so self-destructive and chaotic... especially when a lot of them were now scared of him, thanks to the whole I-died-and-now-my-eyes-are-black-and-I-can-read-people's-life-force thing. If he could get some kind of contact that'd make his eyes look normal, he would, just to get people to stop gaping and staring at him whenever he walked by. Of course, even if he did that, there was still the ears.... Zero sighed, deciding to stop thinking about it. He came up here to clear his mind and get some peace and dammit if he was gonna put himself in a bad mood right now. Stepping up on the raised wall acting as a kind of fence at the very edge of the roof, Zero put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the sky.
Adaire walked around the city, her tail swaying lightly behind her and her ears perked up in interest, taking in all the loud sounds around her. This was her first time in the city - before now, she had always followed her brother's advice and avoided them. Everything here was so big and loud and interesting though, she couldn't help but want to explore a little bit. After all, one day couldn't hurt her, right? She noticed all of the attention she was attracting, of course, but she pretty much ignored it. It wasn't her fault people happened to be jealous of how beautiful her fur looked in the sunlight. She had already ran away from one insane dude who screamed some insults about her and came at her with a knife (he had been ranting about something... black eyes? demons? mutated murderers? fire? she didn't really pay attention to any of it) but she wasn't planning on hiding her ears or tail any time soon. Why should she? It wasn't her problem if people were scared of her simply because she happened to be a bit different than them. It was their problem, and they'd need to learn how to suck it up. Maybe if they got lucky, they'd get a gorgeous tail of their own one day.
Tanja sighed, crossing her arms and leaning back in the chair she was sitting in. She had taken a break from running around the city and helping out police officers with any mutant problems they had in order to relax a bit and try out a new coffee shop that had opened in the heart of the city. Honestly, it was nothing special. The coffee was decent at best, the muffins were too dry, and everything was overpriced... basically, your average coffee shop. If she left now, she'd probably be able to get a little bit more action in before the day ended, but... then she'd have to stop at her apartment and pick up her mobile phone and better weapons again. So for right now, she was content with lounging in a coffee shop and watching the city people rush by. Tanja never really understood why everyone was in such a rush - after all, what could normal people possibly do that'd be worth rushing to? It'd probably be a good thing to get fired from whatever office job they were running late for. How anyone could live such a boring life, she'd never understand.
Witch vulpix count: who cares because it got reset and I hate everything
Gems I need: Dragon, ghost, poison, psychic, fairy
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
jinx started to tear up, knowing that her own brother, the one that protected her from bullies, the one that would make her laugh, the one that gave her toys, and the one that loved her, would do something so heart breaking.
Witch vulpix count: who cares because it got reset and I hate everything
Gems I need: Dragon, ghost, poison, psychic, fairy
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
jinx then kept walking until she stumbled across a rusty old building. she felt too tired to walk anymore, so she thought it would be a good place to rest. so she entered the building.
Witch vulpix count: who cares because it got reset and I hate everything
Gems I need: Dragon, ghost, poison, psychic, fairy
After reassuring himself he wasn't pathetic, Möhnä spotted the other mutant looking around the house that was ready to collapse any minute. Was she just interested in her surrundings or was there possibly something else to it? Deciding not to bother himself with it any more than necessary, Möhnä took a step forward and extended his hand towards the winged woman, "I believe introducions are in place... I'm Möhnä."
Shaking hands, such a useless way to greet others and introduce yourself but for Möhnä it seemed like the right thing to do at the moment, stupid or not. He just hoped the other one didn't have anything against such human manners, that would be awkward.
She was kind of awkward about her own name. Considering it was also a man's name did not help her non existent self esteem. She really would have preferred to be a cute girl, instead of looking like a masculine girl. She didn't even have a slight chest, which made her seemingly manly appearance even more believable. It really pissed her off that she was like this. Her insecurities about her appearance grew each and every year she got older until eventually she became so angry over looking like a young gentleman that she exploded on a person. She almost killed them and they were even friends before hand. Female mutants also bothered her because they clung to her attractive masculine charm. Her ideas about how she was somehow manly were beyond her.
Kana believed that a person is just themselves. No one should be oppressed because of how they look. She was a mutant and couldn't change that. Humans were humans and in most cases could not change that. Kana preferred to play alone simply because of the oppression between humans and mutants and how several mutants took the abuse willingly. She would never just lay down her freedom without a fight.
"Shikku, and you really aren't that freaky looking. You're actually quite attractive." She of course never meant to let that slip out of her mouth and quickly flailed, trying to retract it. Her face turned an even brighter shade of red. "I mean uh... For a mutant. You just need some contacts. I have a nice pair at home if you'd like." Not expecting it to sound a little rude, she looked down the ground in embarrassment. Her intentions weren't to make it sound like a put down and she was slightly angry with herself for putting it that way. She of course, used her own pair of contacts, so how could she judge. Attempting to match her original eye color as closely as possible, she ended up with a mossy green. Shikku still wasn't used to straight out telling people that she wasn't normal. She didn't mean to hide it, but she didn't show any physical traits that would make her look like a mutant. Her ears were only a little pointy ad she wore giant studs in her cartilage, distracting from and hiding the points successfully. She wore contacts to avoid looking in her reflection and seeing scleras. She actually quite disliked looking in the mirror and feeling like an ol timey demon with full black eyes. She was already condemned for foresight and called a witch, so she didn't want the attention being a mutant gave. Given enough attention in the life she used to live, Shikku wasn't really excited when people stared at her for more than ten seconds. It made her feel dirty, like there was something on her that she couldn't scrub off her skin. It frustrated her more than anything else. She could never get rid of her past, but she could change her future.
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
Witch vulpix count: who cares because it got reset and I hate everything
Gems I need: Dragon, ghost, poison, psychic, fairy
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
"Yeah, sure. Thanks" Zero replied, though he wasn't really sure if it would be a good idea. He knew perfectly well that you couldn't judge someone by appearance and that for all he knew, Shikku could be some kind of crazy psycho murderer, but... he really couldn't convince himself to be worried about it. It had been a long time since he actually interacted with someone else, especially someone like him - a mutant. While he couldn't be positive that Shikku was one, he figured it was pretty damn likely. If she was a human, why would she have contacts that'd work for hiding a mutant's eyes? Besides that, if she was human she would've probably been a bit more standoffish around him, if she even approached him in the first place... and depending on what her mutation happened to be, it could also explain how she had noticed him up on the roof. "My mutation.... well, it's a bit hard to explain. It makes sense to me, obviously, but the few times I've tried explaining it never went over well." he paused, trying to think of how he could possibly make it make sense to her. "It has a lot to do with death, so it's kind of depressing. Basically, I can sense the life force of living things. It's like how different foods have expiration dates. So do plants and animals and people; we just don't have it stamped on our backs or anything." Zero walked over to the edge of the roof again, leaning on the railing he had previously been standing on and looking at the people below them. "I can also get a sense of how a person's life has been, but it works best if they're close to dying. I don't get any details or anything, just how satisfied they were with their life... I pretty much try to avoid doing both, though, especially if I know the person or have come into contact with them before. Takes all the surprise out of life, y'know? It also kinda isolates me... I'd rather not know if the dude walking next to me on the street is about to get cancer, or if the mutant that's always trying to blend in with the humans at the park is about to get into some horrible accident." he sighed, "You never want to get to know someone if you know exactly how much longer they're gonna last." Glancing over at Shikku, Zero forced a smile. "Probably not the answer you were expecting, huh? Just a forewarning, I'm not telling you how much longer you've got, 'cause I really don't want to know. I've talked to you already and you seem pretty nice, therefore I absolutely refuse to know anything about your life other then whatever you feel like telling me, so... don't even bother asking." he paused, "anyway, we should probably get off the roof. The office workers inside will probably notice us soon... they're ignorant, but they can't be that ignorant. I probably should've chosen an apartment building, would've made more sense."
Witch vulpix count: who cares because it got reset and I hate everything
Gems I need: Dragon, ghost, poison, psychic, fairy