Forum Thread

[ full birth name ] Rowan Crane
[ meaning of forename ] named after the rowan tree
[ meaning of surname ] derived from Cron (old english), which means crown
[ nicknames ] None. He just goes by Rowan.

[ age ] Twenty six
[ gender ] Male [ AMAB ]
[ species ] Human
[ homeworld ] Earth

[ physical appearance ] Rowan is a tall person, standing at nearly 5'7 or 5'8 with fair skin. Despite being gifted, his humanoid appearance is completely normal, which makes hiding his special traits a whole lot easier. His pale face is framed by short light brown hair, neatly groomed, that drops to his chin. He tends to wear more open though formal wear in public. His eyes are a striking shade of vivid cognac, and seem to focus on the horizon at all times. He has the tattoo of a spotted owl on his left bicep.

[ notable traits ] None

[ alignment ] Lawful good.

[ date of birth ] May 9th.
[ star sign ] Taurus

[ personality description ] Rowan is a steely person, possessing a rather calm and dignified demeanor. He likes to think a few steps ahead of what he is doing at the most part, and for the most part, takes things with a 'long-game' attitude. He's considered to be quite stern, and unsurprisingly, he takes everything in life seriously. A taciturn person by nature who people usually spot working dedicatedly in the background. Despite being so grim, however, he is by no means mean-spirited. As long as you don't say anything too ridiculous or out of place, he's more than willing to explain difficult concepts to you, or simply give you the time of day if you want conversation. Rowan tends to push his emotions and personal desires out of the way whenever he is working, which makes him seem almost robotic in attitude. Additionally, he has a stubborn streak; he wants to do things by the book, to a fault. Outside of his work, however, Rowan is much more approachable. He has many brotherly instincts, and is an adventurer at heart. He enjoys finding refuge within nature, oftentimes within his owl form so he can avoid being badgered or looked at with suspicion. Rowan is an intense peruser of good literature, oftentimes carrying at least two to three fiction books with him at all times. Furthermore, in contrast to his grim and composed demeanor, if he finds out that his favorite author is about to release a new book, he can become absolutely giddy with excitement. Patient at heart, it can take a lot to make the male mad, and even more to get him to actually start shouting. He can give the cold shoulder to people he doesn't like, and unfortunately, he tends to hold a grudge for a long time. Don't try to apologize to him; he will judge you based more on actions than words. Rowan has a strong moral compass, and even though he holds people at arms length, the male tends to give people the benefit of the doubt the first time around.

[ mana / special abilities ] Strigiform physiology —  shift
The first in his line to have this particular gift, though something very similar is shared by his sister, Caroline. It developed several years into his life, first manifesting at the age of five. Not only is Rowan able to transform into an owl — in this case, a spotted owl — he also has many owl-like adaptations. In most cases, Rowan does not like to be seen shifting in public, so he tends to sleep an entire day away in owl form or go without shifting for an entire day. Rowan can summon sharp claws that extend from his hands and besides using them for climbing, he can also use them for self defense. His hearing is far stronger than any normal human; he can even hear mice from several feet away. This does mean however, that he usually wears ear protection, since loud noises can prove to be very unpleasant at best and agonizing at worst. Rowan can also make himself inaudible, that is, completely unable to be heard by others. This can be used in hunting, and if he wants to remain hidden. His final trait is night vision; the ability to see in low to almost no light. He just needs the faintest speck of light to make the darkness seem like a sunny day. However, his eyes soon become sensitive to bright flashes of light, which cause her eyes significant amounts of pain. When transitioning, he wears a pair of color-transitioning glasses, which help her eyes transition safely. Oh, and there isn't any guarantee he can shift either way fluently. He has natural predatory instincts, but for the most part, he keeps them in check when in his human form.

[ aligned element ] Life energy

[ daemon ] Dutch herder dog

[ notable relations ] Eleanor Crane (sister) Renée Harper (cousin)

[ full birth name ] Eleanor Crane
[ meaning of forename ] english name meaning 'bright, shining one'
[ meaning of surname ] derived from Cron (old english), which means crown
[ nicknames ] None. Alienor pretty much just goes by her full forename, but she accepts and will answer back to Nor or Ellie.

[ age ] Twenty six
[ gender ] Female
[ species ] Human; gifted
[ homeworld ] Earth

[ physical appearance ] Eleanor stands at 5'6, built slim and tall yet not to the degree of being slender. She is able to hide her gifted traits without the use of accessories or makeup. She has short brown hair that falls to her chin and bright fair skin that is for the most part unblemished. Eleanor has pale light brown eyes, like the bark of an oak tree. Some people consider her to be a rather delicate girl at first glance, but spend just a few minutes with her and you'll realize she is anything but.
[ notable traits ] None.

[ alignment ] Neutral good

[ date of birth ] May 9th
[ star sign ] Taurus (with the temper of an aries)

[ personality description ] Eleanor is a rather strong-willed and peppy person who seems to know what she wants in life and how to get it. She has an upbeat and bold nature which makes her seem larger than life. She doesn't let a conversation go by without putting her own two cents, but her opinions tend to stem less from facts and more from her own opinion. Much unlike her stern and by-the-book brother; WIP

[ mana / special abilities ] Raptor Buteoninae physiology — shift

[ aligned element ]

[ daemon ] Hare

[ notable relations ] Rowan Crane (brother) Renée Harper (cousin)

[ full birth name ] Sarandiel Kutiel Swan
[ meaning of forename ] ruling angel of the twelfth hour of the night
[ preferred name ] Sarandiel usually goes by Sara (Kutiel), since very few people are actually aware of his middle name. Crawford is only used within a close circle of friends.
[ nicknames ] Kutiel or Sara.

[ age ] 16
[ gender ] Male
[ role ] Trainer
[ hometown/place of origin ] Islebury ; Laverre City, Kalos

[ physical appearance ] Sarandiel has a fairly slight build, slender and bordering on gangly.

[ alignment ] Neutral Good
[ date of birth ] June 20th — summer solstice
[ star sign ] Gemini
[ totem animal ] Serval

[ personality description ] Tranquil. That’s what Sara comes across as. Sara is a calm, parentally adept, and likable persona, a person who puts up very little fuss and tends to keep to himself. Having been struck with the loss of his parents and older sister at the tender age of eight, he has since closed his heart off to new people, becoming reticent and guarded. Sara is exceptionally stubborn and rebellious. He doesn’t take orders well, tending to snap back or put his feet down whenever he is ordered to do something. This male is a free-spirit and very independent, making working with him to be challenging at times. Additionally, he has a fundamental distaste for strict order and tends to put his foot down whenever he feels that he is being bossed around. He doesn’t allow his feelings to jeopardize himself or his teammates and works just as well in group settings as in solitude. He has a no-nonsense attitude toward command and is more than willing to assert himself and put his foot down if he feels overwhelmed. However, he is truthfully one of the most creative and artistic members of the resistance, willing to put a fun spin on any dull activity. Sara is actually a bit of a klutz, always misplacing things, always disorganized, still stumbling over his own feet. And his appearance isn’t very fierce, considering his thin frame, cherubic face, and rich, soothing voice. So instead, he makes up for it in cunning, wit, and humor, using diplomacy as a way to get out of messy situations, only using his fists when necessary.

[ daemon ] Swan

[ noted relations ] Tobias Crawford (father) • Isadora Crawford (mother) • Soleil Rayne (cousin)

[ pokemon team ]
xxxxxx• indeedee —  moves
xxxxxx• meganium —  moves
xxxxxx• raichu —  moves
xxxxxx• meowstic (f) —  moves
xxxxxx• samurott —  moves
xxxxxx• oricorio (pom pom form) —  hurricane | calm mind | revelation dance | roost

[ name ] Tierney Jacqueline Kyle
[ gender ] Cisfemale, she/her/hers
[ age ] Nineteen

[ appearance ] The first thing people notice about Tierney is that she is remarkably pale; her skin lacks any sort of pigment, and it's somewhat eerie to look at. Her eyes, in particular, are blood-red, covered with a mask of childlike innocence. The reason for this strange appearance is simple; Tierney is an albino, a condition that coincidentally comes from her mom's side. Otherwise, despite the hardships she has endured as a child and as a growing adolescent who was trained as a hired gun, her first appearances is actually not one of hardships and suffering, but rather of privilege and abstinence. Like a golden girl who was molded and shaped into a fine upper-class lady. There is nothing imposing about her. She smiles humbly, a delicate twist of the mouth and bow of the head. Tierney is a tall girl for her age, coming in at a strong 5'8. She's reasonably slender, perhaps a little hardened around her sides, but that is about it. Her face is angular and sharp, but rounded around the edges. Pert ears sit on a regally sculpted head and gentle features, and a long glossy wave of pure white hair cascades down her shoulders. Surprisingly, Tierney tends to wear very pale clothing, whites and silvers and icy blues. She likes to wear winter jackets with the fur rims around the edge of the hood.

[ personality ] On the surface, Tierney is what she is; a girl who grew up too fast. She's still a child at heart, though in the body of a lady. Manners are what make a lady, and that is something that she has strived to become. It helps to distract people from her darker aspects, and as a result, she's become a little bit of a crowd pleaser. She is a girl known for keeping her speech calm and polite, her words carefully chosen. Even when she gets angry, she doesn't explode like most people would. In addition, she has a pleasant demeanor, treating others with kindness and respect. She seems to be very outgoing and animated as well, possessing a quick wit and somewhat blunt sense of humor.

There are two ways people deal with Tierney Kyle when they've known her for a while. Some people only see the young girl that she portrays herself to be, and they leave it at that. However, Tierney is secretive and an escapist. She does not like to talk about her past, and how she grew up - and tends to dodge the question or direct conversation away from it if people start to pry. Her inner self is crumbling, weighed down with anxieties and survivors guilt that is eating herself up. Tierney has trouble forming bonds, and can be considered to be rather selfish and distrustful, since she has learned that the only person really willing to look out for you is yourself. Whether or not what happened to herself is her fault, she does beat herself up for it. It doesn't take much to make the tense girl jump, but she has already made the conscious choice not to choose violence unless her life is at stake. Having already seen quite a bit of the less savory side of town, she doesn't sugarcoat her words, and can come off as a bit rough around the edges. So sweet as she is, she is not someone you want knocking on your door when you realize you've screwed up bad. With anyone.

[ history ] Tierney was born in complicated circumstances that even now she isn't sure she got fully puzzled out. Born and raised in the less glamorous side of town, above poverty yet not possessing the most ideal of living conditions, she and her mother did what they could to make ends meet. In general, Tierney was advised to do two things; keep your mouth shut and keep your head down. Tierney didn't know what her mother did to make the money come through, and she never asked. There were rumors that her family was involved with organized crime, and she picked up on them almost immediately. When her mother ran out of money, Tierney stopped going to school as she used to. Her world crumbled when she was fourteen, when her mother fell behind on one payments too many. Instead of allowing the gang she borrowed money from to take her mother's life, young Tierney volunteered to take her place in the gang.

Tierney has built up a reputation for being a rather infamous face in hired crime to this day, although this came with the price of doing some pretty contemptible things. Tierney put her predator instincts to use and settled for hunting people down and allowing the others to make the kill. Almost no one slipped past her. It gave her the reputation of a woman that you did not want on your tail if you had messed up your reputation with the underworld, because she would catch you and you would pay. However, after being asked to hunt down an innocent family (she did her research), Tierney woke up to what she had become, and was overwhelmed by guilt. She let the family off the hook, told them how to get out of town, and turned herself into the police. Her boss, seeing that he risked spoiling insider information and possibly other important information, abandoned Tierney to die. While she could have been left to rot and possibly face numerous sentences for all the crap she pulled, she was let out after a few months. Turns out someone - a private, low end detective who wanted someone who knew how to get information - was interested in her skill set, and was interested in bailing her out in exchange for an offer to repent for her crimes.

Tierney hasn't been on speaking terms with her family for a while, and despite the fact that she took her mother's place, she hasn't texted once in years. She tends to just go by Jackie instead of her first name. Her selfish, cold, and distrustful attitude hasn't changed since she was bailed out, and in fact it has only grown stronger. Nevertheless, the next year, she found herself taking pity on a young doberman puppy that had been abandoned on the streets. Though taking care of a dog isn't the first thing that comes to mind when you look at her, but it's true that the doberman has provided her with a true friend, something she hasn't ever had in a while. Dobermans are dogs that aren't always welcomed in the public eye, but it takes one to know one. She tends to bring him everywhere she goes and treats him like a little brother.

[ daemon ]

[ noted relations ] None.

[ gift ] [ Predator Intuition ]
Privately, Tierney believes her gift is a curse, but this is something she likes to keep to herself. Her abilities have been passed down from her mother's side, although there is no telling for sure how many generations it goes back. Predator intuition is just what it sounds like, the ability to manipulate or push prey in a way that makes them play right into her hands. This is the type of skill for assassins and master manipulators, not a girl who is trying to put her past behind her. Perhaps, she is better off as some beast or leopard in a cold tundra, since her entire array of senses are practically built for the hunt. Just like how a predator can assess all aspects of their prey, she can usually guess - or pose an educated guess - as to where they are going next. What they will do or consider to be the most reasonable course of action. She follows her prey, sometimes for days or for hours. It's hard for her interest to wane as she lays in perfect wait for her prey. She has a very one-set mindset when sent out to find someone, and doesn't rest until she has her prey. Tierney isn't sure what to make of her abilities sometimes. She doesn't want nor does she believe it is right to kill. In fact, she would rather go back to normal than live the rest of her life like this.

[ theme song ] Oleander // Mother, Mother

[ other ] Tierney's closest companion is her doberman, Stance. He's strong and lean, with a rich ebony and copper coat, and matching bourbon eyes. Despite looking quite fierce, he's considered to actually be a rather loving and quiet companion, something Tierney really needs in her life. She rescued Stance as a stray puppy and raised him with love and consideration. He is only aggressive to people that he believes will harm his master. Since he is intelligent enough to separate good from bad, he can start growling and barking almost immediately if he senses someone with ill intent toward Tierney. Unfortunately, since Tierney tends to bring him anywhere, he isn't always looked at with the warmth and love of his owner. Sometimes, she leaves him at a local dog spa/daycare when she has to go somewhere that strictly forbids the breed, but for the most part, she tends to let her dog come with. The boy loves an adventure!

[ full birth name ] Clara Dilshad
[ meaning of forename ] latin name meaning 'clear, bright'
[ meaning of surname ] an urdu name meanig 'happy heart'
[ nicknames ] none

[ age ] fourteen years old.
[ gender ] female

[ physical appearance ] Clara lacks physical build and mass, her figure so small that she is in fact easily forgotten. Compared to most, she might as well be considered a shadow. Her height is a negligible five-foot-two, and her slender appearance tells a tale of either abstinence or neglect. Clara's youthful appearance doesn't stop there. Her face - with a light skin tone - is small and rounded, neatly framed by a loose mane of dark brown hair. A tattoo of an ermine is located under her hair on the back of her neck, going down to just above her ribcage. The locks are finely combed and lightly curled. Clara's eyes are a bold sage-green, and look absurdly innocent — a doe-eyed gaze if you may. Considering the entire world to be a danger of some kind, she is often spotted hunched over with her shoulders bent inward and arms bent in to hug herself.
[ notable traits ] inoncent sage-green eyes, small build, youthful appearance, ermine tattoo.

[ alignment ] Lawful good

[ personality ]

[ — ] : Shy, Meek, Forgetful, Childlike, Absent, Subordinate
[ + ] Humorous, Prim, Agreeable, Compassionate, Loyal, Guileless, Sincere

Clara can best be considered a shy and fragile spirit who nonetheless has good intentions. She hates confrontation, and is more likely to roll over and show her belly rather than fighting for what she has. It's unlikely that she will raise her voice beyond a tremulous yet rich alto, refusing to alter herself. Like most children, she tends to see the world through rose-tinted glasses. Her unusually optimistic view isn't just due to her youth, but also her absent way of thinking. Maybe it's because she's survived for so long, but the fae often finds some way or another to ignore the absolutely horrendous state of the world. Her attention is often drawn towards daydreams and wistful mysteries that fall completely outside the bounds of reality. It's rather unfortunate, but with the soft dainty figure of a graceful lady comes the added detriment of being rather prim. Clara likes propriety and sweet things, cleanliness and beauty. Such things are hard to come by in the apocalypse, but that isn't a reason for her sweet and sometimes stiff demeanor to come crumbling down. Clara is polite and well-mannered, her aura open and entirely genuine. She struggles to understand that people do horrible things to survive, and she casts them off as scoundrels and horrid sinners - people whom she strives to never, ever be like.

---

[ daemon ] euthymios ( ancient greek name that means "in good spirits; generous" )
[ gender ] male
[ species ] ermine

[ other ] We are coming for you if you hurt this cinnamon roll, ya hear?

The moon waxed full and plenty in the sky like a warm cup of milk, sending its silver glow down to the realm of the living. Which was very busy indeed. Like most metropolitan cities, Lyremond South - as this city was so named - had a robust nightlife, full of bedazzling neon lights and evening cafes that tempted passerby into its brightly lit depths with a warm glow and the tantalizing scent of the food on offer. Cars honked and the sound of merry chatter filled the air, warm laughs giving the dark eve a fond warmth to it. Night's thick darkness was broken by streetlights that stood like cheery sentinels, their golden ambience helping to guide those weary from a day of hard work to their warm beds. The farther you lived, the fainter the sounds of nighttime revelry became, until all that split the night was the whistle of a breeze, the voice of someone close by or the expanse of a day's recollection.

Aelin was left in the dreary company of her own thoughts, books in hand and visage somber, as usual. She wasn't the type to smile easily - her nature much too serious and her mind-space too dark to consider such folly. Beside her walked the sleek shape of her daemon - Vaermina - a rather large wolverine. Yes, Vaermina was a girl's name but there was nothing girlish about Aelin's nighttime companion - a large, brutish thing with cold amber eyes that shined force from his shadowy visage and large silver fangs that flashed whenever he opened his mouth. But that dark description fit the female well; her hair was as dark as her daemon's pelt, her skin was beautifully pale, but the cold eyes that stared out of her sage eyes warned that something else lurked beneath the beauty. She was unnatural, ethereal, more shadow than human. The compound where she was said to reside had no lamps to light up the night. No matter. They wouldn't have wanted to believe their eyes anyway - Aelin had many peculiarities that did not always endear her to the rest of the town. Those who gazed upon her and her ever-empty eyes usually turned to focus on the more corporeal world of the living. There were rumors, of course.

Most peculiarly, while Vaer did have a personality of his own - a very dark and brooding one that rivaled her own - the two did not move in any way out of sync. They were one, their souls spliced and humming together in mutual feeling. Emotions sang between their bond, two eyes stared out into the gloom with equal concentration. Their senses expanded and mingled with each other. The wolverine did not speak - part of Aelin's unnerving reputation was her equally unnerving silence. Rarely, if ever, did she utter a word -