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Communication / To Yavul Hyakinthos, From Everett Kingschilde
« on: November 12, 2018, 01:52:25 pm »
Greetings, Yavul

I am Everett, I'm Harley's older brother.

I'm sorry to have worried you but I felt like you should learn about this directly from me instead of a news letter or some official who bears bad news.

This past weekend, Harley came to Haviah for a rare family dinner. He went out somewhere, came home the next morning to my parents suite and sometime after lunch he collapsed and was unresponsive. He's been in the best care at the hospital since yesterday afternoon but I wanted to make sure he was stable before I reached out. If he had passed, I was going to be a coward and let the officials tell his coworkers.

Harlequin suffered acute kidney failure due to a multitude of reasons.

He's also extremely underweight and dehydrated.

I don't mean to scare you. He's hooked up to all sorts of machines and he's been unconscious since yesterday. We have nutritionists writing up meal plans and figuring things out. I'm aware of his aversion to eating alone and I can only assume that got wildly out of control.

Harlequin is a stubborn person and being in an uncontrolled environment with no structure, a disaster like this was bound to happen. I'm only glad he collapsed at home and not alone in his apartment.

You're free to visit him. The Valkyries and Neeko are spoken about during the rare dinners and he gets a light in his eyes when he boasts about you.

We're seeking to place him into a sort of rehabilitation for his weight issue, though I imagine his status as a Pilot will be difficult for us to work around as we're only civilians.  If you're concerned about his health, I request that you see our side and help us place him somewhere so he can become as healthy as can be before he returns to living alone.

I realize this is a bit long and has gotten rambling, I haven't slept.

The base point is:

He's in the hospital, he should be okay.

- Everett Kingschilde

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Margad / Nine Lives
« on: November 04, 2018, 12:31:08 pm »
The sounds Ellis woke up to were a little odd.

A strange piping 'ee' and weird wet noises. The dream was weird, there were wiggling monsters on his chest. Water. A weird smell.  Ellis woke with a start, eyes snapping open. The piping little 'ee' noises were louder and he looked down at himself. There weren't any cats on him but damn was he covered in yuck. Quickly he stripped his shirt off and put it on the bedspread, which was much worse off. 

He sat up, pushed a hand through his hair and glanced around. It didn't take a lot of observation before he spotted Mattie beside him, curled up with seven mewling babies that looked just as ugly as her. More so even.  Ellis chewed on his lip and leaned over to glance at them before he whipped his com out. Still tired from having just woke up, he typed in some nonsense about Mattie having exploded.

A lot of the dumb shit he said was for giggles. Ellis knew Mattie had spat out kittens. They were right there. Sort of like how he knew Dragons ruled Aedolis and how his hair was a shimmery lavendery-silver colour. Ellis dragged a finger along Mattie's spine and she twitched an ear and looked up at him, big orange eyes before she closed them and the purring picked up. Joan was on her way, which was good, Jonesy was by with gloves - for some reason. Ellis moved to shimmy out of the bed, when his thigh bumped up against something cold and small.

Ellis looked away from Mattie and her babies and looked to the cold small thing.

Apparently there had been eight babies.

His eyebrows drew up and gently, Ellis scooped up the kitten in his hand. So tiny. Mattie had cleaned it so he guessed it had been alive for a little while. Carefully, he climbed out of bed, standing up in little more than his boxer briefs  now that he'd removed his shirt. His finger trailed the little face, examined the little paws.

"Why did you die?" He whispered to the tiny kitten, looking at Mattie before he sighed and looked down sadly at the baby. There were lots of living ones. But this one...

"You can be called..." Ellis gently touched the baby's cheek and sighed sadly, he looked out the open bedroom door, where it looked out into the kitchen and at the cheerful happy daisy's there. Something happy. "I don't know," He ground out, frustrated at himself. He couldn't think of a happy name for the little baby.

"I'll think of something beautiful for you, Baby Kitten," He touched is cheek again and stood there, waiting for Joan to let  herself in because maybe she knew more about this kitten stuff than he did.  "Maybe Joan or Jonesy will have a good name for you," he whispered, not really sure how to feel right now.  Mattie on the bed, was content, purring and nursing her other seven babies.

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Aedolis Characters / Tide Sabin, Pilot Noble
« on: October 27, 2018, 11:45:29 pm »
NAME
Tide Sabin

ALIASES
eeeh?

AGE
160 (whatever the 19-20 year old would be)

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
He doesn't really know.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Starstrider of House Procyon

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'0"

OCCUPATION
Fancy Pants model. Usually. Part of the PR squad, Ali...cantos? >_> Alicantochs. Alicanto.

RESIDENCE
Apcintoch

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PHYSICAL
A procyon through and through, he's a little more marbled than most. While there's a distinct pinky undertone, he has a few hinted smears of blue and yellows on his skin, particularly his upper lip and eyes. His hair is a pastel teal and it falls down to his waist. Tide is a dainty thin person, though if someone were to think he was weak from it they would be sorely mistaken. What isn't made obvious just by looking at him is that he is plenty lethal in his own right. Tide is a trained killer and behind the doe bright eyes and slim figure he's built and decently muscular.

PERSONALITY
A firm believer in 'you get back what you put out there'. He believes that if you send out ill will, it will return threefold. Tide is a charitable giver and his greatest wish is to help. A big softie, he'd give his sweater away to someone who was cold and his shoes to someone who... liked uncomfortable shoes with probably a little bit of a heel. Also, he's a bit dense. Immature. He holds grudges and pouts. Tide is selfish and he has a lot of growing up to do because effectively, he's still just a baby.

ABILITIES
A talented hydro and aero kinetic. Makes for interesting makeshift storms.
Talented telepath
decent telekinetic

RELATIONSHIPS
parents are deceased.
has a few friends
no known family
Dragon's name is Lola

HISTORY



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Aedolis Characters / Sullivan Riviera, [Freshly Minted] Pilot Noble
« on: September 15, 2018, 02:49:16 am »
NAME
Sullivan Riviera

ALIASES
Sulli, Hey You

AGE
28

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Eeeeeeh?

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Human

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'11" 'average' build.

OCCUPATION
Solo Mission Pilot

RESIDENCE
Has a home in

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PHYSICAL
Sulli is perfectly average. He isn't overly tall, he isn't incredibly slim. He has a slim nose, a square jaw and defined cheek bones but is, otherwise, perfectly forgettable. His hair is shorter, with a spark of dyed rainbow hair around his right ear and along the side of his head. Kind olive green eyes and a more coppery skintone. Not obscenely muscular but not waify. When he isn't in his uniform, he general enjoys heavily clothing and has a strange fondness for sweaters with some sort of printed cartoon on them

PERSONALITY
A little no non-sense. Sulli wants answers now instead of later and has trouble with being able to wait. He's quick, on the ball, a go-getter and isn't afraid of being blunt (outwardly friendly he'll tell you). Sulli is hardworker and good at relaxing. He's the perfect person to be around when you want to hang out but do nothing.

ABILITIES
There's the usual Pilot fanfare, fighting, weaponry.

Telepathy is moderate. But, unlike most Pilots who have some neat special ability, Sullivan's is just...

Telekinesis - Except it's bad ass. Instead of simple being able to move objects, Sullivan can make focal points which draw objects to it. Not a gravity point, but close to it. It's intense and scary and he's usually sent out on solo jobs for it. If he isn't tired, he can keep it up for Too Long with maybe needed to rest the next day with lots of water.

RELATIONSHIPS
He has a twin brother, Desmond. Where Sulli is a Pilot, Desi is in fact a reflectionist. They don't talk often but Sullivan loves his brother and would do anything for him

HISTORY
totally s one. It was probably super normal until one child was a Pilot and the other was Instant Outcast.


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Aedolis Characters / Feyriel Deyros - Pilot Noble Desk Jockey
« on: May 16, 2018, 08:22:39 pm »
Art by me!


NAME
Feyriel Deyros

ALIASES
DragonFly in chats

AGE
He isn't quite sure, but he estimates himself to be 'thirty something'. He has no exact birthdate, just a date when he was placed in the orphanage.

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Unsure. He's tried the regular Aedolian lifestyle but it's just left him feeling lonely and empty.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
 Elf, winged-thing, sharp-toothed thing. He has no idea. Humanoid.

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'11

OCCUPATION
PR for the Samariel Leviathans

RESIDENCE
Samariel

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PHYSICAL
Fey is perhaps a little out of the ordinary for the general population. He's long and lean, dusky grey-blue skin pulled over a delicate frame. A slim face, sharp cheek points and a pointed chin are offset by a small mouth with plush lips, blow is a white tattoo line that goes down his chin and to the middle of his chest that branches out along to his shoulders. A small dainty nose and wide sea foam green eyes framed by dark lashes that contrast with his pale whiteblue hair that neatly reaches his hips. The most unusual thing about him is his wings. They fold backwards to his back and he's had to modify just about every piece of clothing he owns for them. Two at the top fold down and he has two smaller wings at his lower back that he usually just leaves in his shirt, they are small and unintrusive. 

Mostly, Fey is slim and delicate looking but is in fact, not delicate at all.

PERSONALITY
Feyriel is... Angry?

He has a bit of a temper and his first reaction to most things is 'anger'. Being embarrassed gets him angry. Being angry makes him angry. Sad? Angry. Feyriel seems to have a lot of unprocessed anger and while it takes a while for him to get past the anger to the 'embarrassed' and 'sad' part he eventually gets there. When Feyriel feels something besides anger he feels it quiet deeply and while he's aware, can overreact. When he's feel particularly put out (besides anger) he has physical pain in his chest and he doesn't react in any helpful way to sadness.

who knows what he does when he's happy. Probably smiles a little? maybe?

ABILITIES
Feyriel has a mix of retrocognitive, precognitive and psychometry. However, all of these just impose a vague idea. He doesn't see anything but he'll know something.  He won't see it but he'll know that within the past three hours you'd sat on a tack or within the next three hours you'll sit on a tack. He won't know when, where or why but he'll know. The most he'll be able to offer would be "watch out for tacks, I guess." He also gains these 'visions' by touching objects,otherwise physical contact is needed flesh-to-flesh. His abilities are vague and not very useful, he's never see a life changing event, perhaps 'watch out for a curb' - maybe they'll be hit by a car? Maybe they'll meet the love of their life? Find a pretty flower. He'll just know that the person needs to 'watch out for a curb.'

The 'visions' when seeing the future leave him with a headache, usually behind his eyes. He can only see the future 'watch out for the curb' when it comes to people and usually only about things they've already decided. If someone had plans to go to the grocery store later, then, Fey would be able to tell them to watch out for a curb. This can be of course, counter acted by not going out.

Sometimes he has involuntary 'visions' about himself and heeds his own advice. He avoids the curb.

Aside from his specific unique brand of 'future telling' Feyriel is a talented telepath and telekinetic almost to the point of laziness. He makes his coffee in the morning while sitting down and reading the latest news.

RELATIONSHIPS
Secret lover maybe? That makes him angry.
Friends? That make him angry.
Perhaps coworkers that make him angry.

His Dragon is a smaller girl named Mimi. A shiny shimmery blue, the metal parts mix in well and she's sweet and kind - though mechanical - and she plays up Feyriel's anger to her great enjoyment.

HISTORY
Raised in an orphanage. He grew up not knowing his parents and at the age of 13 was drafted in to the candidate program. His extra abilities were little help but he was decent at everything else. His displeasure for getting messy has him doing PR and he's stubborn and good enough at frowning he usually gets what he wants.



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________________Wanderer's
Aesir//  Pain In The Butt ❤❤
Cordelia// Scavenger Pilot Robit Clone ❤
Kit// AWOL Pilot, Lost, Confused, Lonely.
Vaughan// TRIM'd Candidate, Currently Pet.


________________Libra
Julian// Semi-Retired Military Man
Nallathrien// Bibi to Levi and a drug pusher, tsk tsk. ❤
Ryul// professional Baker and Piner. ❤


_______________Cancer
Alastayr// Guard Thing.
Beauregard// AWOL Pilot On Cancer

_______________Aedolis
Annaluna// Drummer of Mortail Coil, worried sisterparent of candidate brotherson.
Desmond// Part Time DJ Part Time Bartender, full time loner.
Emerald// Cybernetic Prosthetic installerdoctor. ❤
Everett// Rich Bastard, CEO of Stuff. ❤
Lavender// Military Dude, Big And Scary Is His Job. ❤
Lukabelle// Barista, soon to be Full Time Mom
Lune// Owner of Book/Coffee shop. ❤
Teal// Exotic Dancer ❤


_______________Pilots
Cinnamon// Haviah Harpy Squad Dude, purr-purr machine. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Ellis// Margad Scorpion Squad member, full time inappropriate weirdo
Harley// PR for Solartan Valkyries, ice chewing winedrinker. ❤❤❤❤
Iridescent// Blackbagger turned Inquisitor. ❤
Obsidian// Ryun Raven, awkward homebody. ❤
Rainier// Angel Squad member, nightmare eater parttime.
Remi// Depressed bitter widower.
Rhys// Angry bitter precog who hates his desk job.
Seiteki// Mamateki. Candidate trainer.
Serenity//  Dragon Mechanic.
Turquoise// Dragon mechanic/welder. ❤
Varali// Citadel Technician. ❤



____________TRIM
Mae// Doctor. Sort of.

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Solar System / Lamb to the Slaughter [m]
« on: April 30, 2018, 10:30:08 pm »
[M for language : D]

There was sound.

The last thing Vaughan remembered was that all he could hear was his own heart beating in his ears. Now it was mixed in with the sound of everything else. A ship? Vaughan opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Dark and dreary. Was he on a movie set or something? Did the insides of ships always look so... Like an Old Vampire movie? Were those spikes? Vaughan sat up quickly, coughing harshly into his fist before he rolled onto his side and glanced around, eyes wide and cautious. He smoothed his hand over the floor and felt the texture of it under his fingers, taking a moment to revel in the fact he wasn't a frozen corpse floating around in space.

It lasted only a moment before Vaughan jolted, realizing that he wasn't a frozen corpse in space. He looked down at himself, frowning at the clothing he was wearing, plain and loose, grey. Vaughan plucked at the shirt and brought it to his nose to sniff, it didn't smell like anything. Rising up onto his knees, looking down at his hands. He took a moment to mentally check himself over and... Nothing hurt. There wasn't any number of bruises. He pulled at his cheeks and ...

"The fuck?"

Vaughan touched the collar around his neck, fingers digging in between it and his neck, giving it a tug. No use. Stuck there. Slowly he rose up to his knees and then stood, hand wrapping around the bar to the cell. What kind of place had a cell? Another frown and he pressed his forehead to it and took a deep breath before giving the bar a tug. Nothing. No rattle. No noise. Shit. Slowly, he let the breath escape and closed his eyes.

"Hello!?" Vaughan yelled but winced when it echoed. This place was so... Dreary. It looked old and... Just weird. Vaughan slammed his palm against the bar a few times to make noise though he gasped and jerked back when something wandered towards him from down the hall. Had that been there all the time? He calmed slightly when he saw that it was a man. Sort of. A vacant sort of person who looked like he'd seen some shit. Tired and blank and it just stood in the hall and stared at him. "Hello?" Vaughan said softly, leaning forward to look at him.

"Hello?"

No answer. Just staring. Vaughan tried to reach out to hear what he was thinking about but... There was nothing. He was nothing and he couldn't do anything but he bit his lip for a moment and rode his wave of bravado and fear.

"Stop fucking staring at me and answer me! Where the fuck am I!?" He slammed his hand on the bar again and... It felt wrong to get angry but who scoops someone out of fucking space and changes their clothes and then dumps them in a cell! That means someone on this ship has seen him naked. He couldn't even see his back to make sure he didn't have any weird new tattoos and fuck. Vaughan slammed his fist against the bar again, giving a shout when he split his knuckles from the force. "Fuck!" he shouted, holding his hand to his chest and glaring at the person across from him. Nothing. No reaction. Not even a tweaked eyebrow.

"Am I going to be a slave? Can't you tell me anything?" Vaughan fell to his knees, reaching his hands out of the bars, blood dripping from his hand to the ground in a steady drip-drip in front of the cell before it slowed to a goopy mess on his fingertips. "Fuck you, man." he growled, resting his face against the bars before he just made some intense eye contact with those vacant eyes across from him and started to sing something about an itsy bitsy spider and a water spout. If he couldn't get actual information out then fuckitall he was going to annoy someone into telling him something.

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Solar System / All The Stars Blur Into The Distance [Solo]
« on: April 27, 2018, 11:14:25 pm »
There were so many hands.

His breath was so hot he could feel it in his mouth, heating up his tongue and his lips.

The only thing he could remember was being pulled out of his room, dazed and confused. Tired. Dragged out of his bed from a dead sleep, knocked out. There wasn't much after that except a few faces he couldn't remember, garbled voices that will haunt his nightmares forever. Asleep again. Pounding headache. Unable to move. Strapped down and helpless. Vaughan gasped softly, eyes opening slightly and he finally got to look up and see where he was. Small. Cramped.  There were three people around him, all done up and looking like doctors. Name tags?

Why were they all named...

TRIM.

"Fuck, he's awake."

The voice was muffled and Vaughan tried to move, jerk his arms. Anything.  The beeping he could hear distantly let him know how fast his heart was racing. Calm. Calm and silent. Calm. Vaughan willed himself to be calm. The beeping slowed and he opened his eyes again to look up at the ceiling again. He could be calm. All calm. The people in the ship stopped moving and... Three of them. Calm. Just looking. Just breathing. He was a candidate. Had been a candidate. Psychic. Why didn't he have any dampening things? The beeping picked up again from the heart monitor and the people shuffled. Deep breaths. Psychic. Not a Pilot. He could manipulate them though, right? Fuck he didn't want to go to TRIM. He didn't want to die.

Process later. Survive now. There was no surviving if he ended up in... Fuck.

Vaughan took a deep breath and focused. Focused on convincing them he felt too important to keep strapped down. Too important to cart away. Zombies to their emotions. The clicks of the straps on his arms let him know it had worked and he moved quickly, glancing at them and just ... More calm. Important. Shit, could he make people sleep? No. They wanted to panic, he could feel it but... Calm and maybe even happy he was out. Vaughan quickly got the straps off his legs and sat up, shaking his hair out of his face and looking to one of the TRIM guys.

"You," He said nodding to the one closest to him, "Give me your suit." Vaughan licked his lips and looked away, ignoring the headache that he could feel pounding in his ears, the way his eyes throbbed. The person slowly removed the suit, a fair haired man who didn't look older than mid twenties. Vaughan removed the weird hospital gown and stood naked for a moment, panting with the effort to keep them all in a trance. Slaves to their emotions and their calm. He wouldn't be able to kill all these people but he would rather die in the vacuum of space than be some guinea pig. Poke his brain and watch him kick.Tears welled up in his eyes when he pulled the other guys void suit on, the pain from the headache, the low key terror at just jumping into space to commit suicide.

Still better than TRIM. What had he done to deserve TRIM? Process later. It'd be fine.

Vaughan wriggled in the suit so it fit more snug and placed the helmet on,grazing the side of his head in the process. A sharp pain and he hissed, pressing his fingers to stitches at his temple. No, panic later. He pulled it on looking out from it like he was wearing one giant sunglass on a hat. Calm. Calm. Vaughan went to the emergency cabinet for the extra oxygen tanks. He frowned at it and took a breath, "How long do these last for?"

"Five hours," the now naked TRIM orderly replied, gazing at him like someone who was sleep talking. It was all a dream. A calm dream. "The suit will keep your temperature regulated for three and then you'll start losing body heat. It's not for space walks but you won't die immediately."

Minimum three hours of watching death approach. Vaughan pulled the oxygen on, head throbbing with pain and now that he noticed the stitches at his head those hurt too. Everything plugged in. Spaced.

Still better than TRIM.

Anything was better than TRIM.

Made sure the suit was secure. Made sure the gauges were good. Five hours of oxygen. Three hours before he just started to freeze to death. A quick glance around at the three people. They might have had families. People who loved them. Fuck that though. Vaughan didn't want to be in TRIM. Didn't want to be a test subject.

It was auto pilot. His hand went to the emergency button for the door. He asked the person closest to him what the code was and Vaughan put it in, swallowed carefully and hit the button that would open the door and end four lives. It was fast. Too fast to think about and Vaughan had his eyes shut when he finally felt weightless, sucked into the vacuum of space. He didn't want to see the person he stole the suit from die. Calm. Vaughan projected calm as long as he could, even though he wasn't feeling it. Vaughan opened his eyes and watched a blank eyed body slowly float past his face. Eyes shut again. Don't breath too hard. Don't panic.

Vaughan felt a sob gasp out of him and he squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in a breath and holding it while he floated to his death. Still better than TRIM. His head still hurt and he chewed on the inside of his cheek when he felt his eyes burn from tears. He wanted to be back home. Waking up and going to classes and expecting to be a Pilot. Now that would never happen. How could this be his future? Had anyone even noticed he was gone? Did they care?

"Aspen
Pizza lovin' Aspen
How do you get to love it so much
when it's just crust and tomatos and cheese
Ooooh, Aspen
Secretly, deep down, we know pizza loves you too
because you had to make this date
to get some inside you.
Pizzaaaaa, Pizza lovin' Aspen
"

He was unaware that the suit had its own distress signal that broadcasted what he was saying as well as a mayday when it got too far away from the ship - that was still on auto pilot to TRIM. So, for as long as he was able, Vaughan sang songs and did his best not to cry because suffering in silence had never been his thing anyway.

The few times he opened his eyes to look at anything, Space was neat looking. He'd have liked to have been part of the Adstreia squad, even though he wasn't an engineer of any kind. Or scary. Maybe a Scorpion with Jonesy. Vaughan kept himself calm while he paused between singing songs, distracting himself again and wondering if he was upside down or sideways.  The sooner he started feeling cold, the better. Fall asleep.Hypothermia and he wouldn't even know he was dead.  He'd have liked to have done more. Being semi-famous was neat. He could have done more. Changed more. He had nothing now. Was nothing.

Nothing but the fog his hot breath made on the inside of his helmet.

Nothing but a little frozen song bird in space who didn't want to watch the distance spin.

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Haviah / Draw Your Life [m]
« on: April 12, 2018, 11:58:45 pm »
[pal!]
[m because Ellis has no concept of appropriate questions]

Ellis was excited.

There was a release party and he got to go and sure haviah was a ways away but it was patty central and dammit he hadnt actually really gone out - not really - since he got the spot on the squad. He could unwind!

Not that he was ever wound up.

Ellis looked at the address on his com. He wasn't late but he wasn't early. Showing up would do. It was a well known comic artist he was headed to the party for. A guilty pleasure. Not only did Ellis enjoy cooking food he also enjoyed silly comic books. They went into the drawers of his desk instead of on his bookshelves.

A quick stop at a reflective surface so he could fix his floof of lavendersilvery hair, pinch his cheeks for colour. Ellis straightned his tie and finally... on location. It wasn't a booming party but it was cool and Ellis grabbed the first alcoholic thing he got his hands on. Peachy and Orangie. It worked.

Milling about, he was recogbized by a few party goers, signed a few autographs and kept his eyes open for the famed writerartist. Just the artist? Ellis just knew it was a Hikaru something. He couldn't recall at the moment, excited about the meeting part had him... Well... too excited to remember.

ah! looked like a some what familiar face.

Ellis grabbed two drinks, one for each hand and started to sip the one of them while he meandered over. "How are you liking the get together?" Ellis said to start a conversation, holding the glass out, "Congrats on the release. My name is Ellis, how are you doing?"

Perfect. that was how normal people acted. "Is drawing dicks... hard?" aaaand he ruined it. Ellis kept his same smile, pleased and excited. The question had just... Fallen out.

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Libra Characters / Polite Fairway - Detective
« on: April 06, 2018, 10:59:28 pm »

NAME
Polite Fairway

ALIASES
Lee on the Everyday
"Po" online

AGE
52

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Sometimes he does the stuff. He's not super concerned about what the outsides look like, he just wants the brain-emotional-chemistry to be good. Once that's good then the rest can be figured out.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra - Space Style.

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'5"

OCCUPATION
Police??? Detective  (Does Libra have police? He'll be whatever those are there)

RESIDENCE
Libra

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PHYSICAL
Polite - Lee - is a well build young man. He's less broad and built than Kulshedra from earth and more falling in line with slinky and svelte. That's not to say he's without muscle. Lee keeps fit and despite his less than bulky build he's strong enough to lift another full grown Kulshedra. The most noticable characteristics are probably the coppery plates on his cheeks, along the sides of his arms, along his spine to the tip of his thin tail and finally the strange feet. Lee could be called handsome - if you were okay with the mask-like features. Instead of cheeks he has metal plates that appear as one, the 'scales' having grown and over lapped as he grew, leaving shiny metal plates instead. There are 'teeth' on the sides that are more for appearance than functionality, along with the scales thickening and becoming plate-like, they also cut down on how wide he - and others with the feature- can open their mouths. Lee cannot smile or frown and unintentionally has very expressive eyes and eyebrows to make up for it. 

Lee is a taller man with tan skin and green eyes and a bit of an intense look to him. His hair, a soft dusty brown, reaches about mid back and he usually keeps it in a ponytail. Lee is a very... Monotone coloured man, most of him is some varying shade of his scales except for his eyes.

PERSONALITY
Curious. He has a mischievous streak and the only thing that doesn't give him entirely away is his inability to smirk. Lee is also quiet, contemplative and has a bad habit of letting things run their course. That isn't to say he'd let a purse snatcher go on their way - He just wouldn't do anything until the purse got snatched. Lee isn't so good at the preventing as he is at the helping after it's done. Cleaning up the mess. Figuring out what went wrong and maybe, hopefully, have the means to prevent such a thing from happening again. 

Lee is also bad with people. Dead people tell stories. Living people lie. Lee's tired of people who lie. So it's just easier to not deal with them. Lee is an observer more than a participator, he likes reading books, watching thrillers and sometimes he even makes himself a non-microwaved dinner. Some people call him lazy. He calls it taking his time and waiting for the optimal time to get shit done. Or something.

ABILITIES
Lee is a big guy and he's decently strong. Aside from that... Not many.
He can solve a rubik's cube in thirty seconds or so. That's his super power.
Also, he doesn't burn microwaved popcorn. True magic.


RELATIONSHIPS
His parents who are slowly getting older and elderly - they were late in having him.
Ex-Person - two years prior He'd been with them for a good fifteen years before they just fuckin' jumped station with a text of 'Hey, I'm going to Aedolis, thanks for the bone.' It may have made Lee a little bit bitter.

HISTORY
Lee's parents had him late into their childmakin' years. They're both a little over two hundred now and despite being a good child - and only child - he doesn't see or hear from them often.  Uuuh. Lee likes solving puzzles and is now solving puzzles ( gruesome ones) is his job. Sometimes he has nightmares but he's pretty good at doing the disconnect thing. He's very glad he doesn't currently have children or a spouse. That'd give him nightmares. Sometimes living in space makes people go a bit weird.



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Libra & Cancer FBs / It Was Worth It [Solo]
« on: March 30, 2018, 09:53:22 pm »
Sometimes all Nallathrien wanted to do was crawl under the covers and cry. He was tired. His back hurt. His feet hurt. His face hurt. HIs scalp hurt. Levi was a pully pinchy little baby. His tiny baby fists grabbing and tugging on everything within reach and most of the time that was Nall's hair or face. Nall looked over the side of the tub to the tiny baby sleeping soundly in the little portable bed. It was a rare day that Nall got to lounge around in a bath. Sure his knees poked out of the water but it was soothing. Bubbles coated his skin and he just... Leaned against the side of the tub, head propped on his arms and just gazed, feeling full of love to bursting.

The sound of a fitful cry made Nall jerk awake. His arms and chest were cold and he looked around confused and dazed, eyes sleepy. Fuck. Still in the bathtub. He'd passed right the fuck out. The water was cold and he was uncomfortable as he looked down at the crying baby. The sound piercing. The wail of being hungry or... Needing a change or... Nall still couldn't tell. Tiredly, Nall pressed at his face and sighed. Crawling out of the tub, Nall pulled his discarded pajama bottoms on his wet legs and quickly pulled the plug on the tub before he turned to scoop up tiny Levi and cradle him in his arms.

"Hey, Levi, hey, Baby, " Nall said, voice soft and doing his best to be soothing. Did he succeed? He didn't know.  Levi just wailed. Fat tears running down the baby's cheeks and he cried so hard Nall was worried he'd pop some blood vessels. Nall nudged the sleeping-basket-thing out of the bathroom with his foot while he rubbed Levi's back and made soothing noises. Nall was still over tired, nudging the basket the whole way to the modest living room. Messy. Clothing on the couch and floor.  Baby still wailing, Nall did the checks for all comfort and there was nothing amiss. Nothing was wrong. "Why are you crying?" Nall whined, swaying side to side and bouncing gently, eyebrows drawing together. Nall glanced at the clock blinking on the microwave and whined when it flashed at 3. Three am. Fuck his life. Finally after a few more minutes of swaying he got himself comfy on the couch, Levi snuggled down on his chest and the baby just... Kept crying.

"go back to sleep, Baby," Nall pleaded, voice soft, stroking his finger along the chubby dark cheek. More cooing and gentle noise and more crying. A little more quiet but... Another glance at the clock. Almost four.  Nall closed his eyes and tried to will away the tears of frustration. Had he remembered the vitamins and supplements? He'd seen a doctor once. A human doctor who didn't know anything about what he was. Suggested ... All sorts of stuff. Nall's newest Moment To Himself Ritual was popping all sorts of vitamins and suppliments and trying to eat a decent meal and then... Blissful quiet. Sort of.

The soft sounds of Levi having a snack distracted him from his thoughts and Nall's warm hand smoothed down the babies back, feeling the tiny hearts beat. Nall had only been a Bibi for a few months now. He hadn't found his groove yet. Hadn't found the perfect rhythm to juggle. Nights like tonight were where he lost his footing on what little edge there was and he could crumple down and sob or... Nall pressed a kiss to Levi's head and got comfortable. Wishing that he'd turned the lamp off before he laid down. Of course, that was a short lived wish. Nall and Levi fell asleep almost instantly.

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"You can't catch meee!" Levi squealed, running naked down the hallway to his bedroom, quickly followed by a large Phaeton starelf. Nallathrien. Towel held open in his arms ready to catch the slippery little bathtub deserter. "I absolutely can catch you and I will!" Nall said, voice accented by the grin on his face. He didn't care that there were wet footprints on the floor or that Levi was currently rolling around on his bed, giggling wildly before he stood up and grinned brightly to his Bibi standing in the doorway to his room.

"Bibi! Catch me, catch me!" and with no warning, a tiny horizon child bullet jumped into Nall's arms to be bundled up in the towel. Luckily, this wasn't the first time Levi decided to test his Bibi's reflexes. With Levi bundled up in Nall's arms, he looked down at his tiny horizon child. Bright orange eyes to bright blue. A kiss on the forehead and Nall just cradled him. Remembering the hardest most rewarding years of his life. The same tiny creature cuddled up to his chest. He'd made this. This tiny person. Nall swallowed thickly before he regained his composure.

"You know I love you, right Levi?"

Levi reached up to pluck a chunk of bright orange hair and play with it while his Bibi talked. "Yeah," he said, voice bright, looking up.

"Forever and ever?"

"Yeah."

"No matter what?"

"Yeah."

Nall grinned and gently placed Levi down on his bed so he was standing on it, arranging the towel like a cloak. "Good!" Nall said before he started to walk backwards out of the room, "Because I bet you can't catch me!" and Nall rushed down the hall, grinning widely at the thump of tiny feet jumping off the bed and the wild giggle that pursued him down the hall to the living room.

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Libra Characters / Nallathrien - Does Bad Things
« on: March 29, 2018, 11:39:50 pm »
NAME
Nallathrien Nyn Nul

ALIASES
Nall
'Mask' in the chatrooms

AGE
173 (effectively in his early twenties)

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
If he finds it attractive he may go for it. If he's feeling particularly lonely Nall just wants a warm body to press against. As it stands, he's never met his resonance and is fairly certain he's the odd one out and just maybe doesn't have one - wouldn't know what to do with one if he had it anyway.

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Starstrider Elf, House Phaeton

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'9"

OCCUPATION
Seller of Bad Things, Doer of Bad Things

RESIDENCE
Libra

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PHYSICAL
Nall is a tall, broad and handsome. His hair is long and sunshine gold, usually tied back in a loose braid or a ponytail held together by more elastic bands as the length trails down to his thighs. His skin is a rich copper, lips falling into an easy smile more often than not and the flush of being happy on his cheeks. Nall has an open happy face and he's rarely seen with anything but such an expression. He has a more slim form, making him long and slinky for his height instead of broad and tankish. Of course Nallathrien's height still makes him imposing and his bright sunshine coloured eyes can unnerve people. 

Usually if Nall is home he's in comfy sweaters and leggings. Loose pants. Pajamas. Comfy clothes.  Usually he doesn't need to look in the 9's but... Nallathrien will admit to being able to clean up good. He states he looks pretty hot in the crisp clean lines of a suit.

PERSONALITY
There are effectively two Nalls. Not because he wants to but because he doesn't know how to exist any other way.

There's BibiNall, usually only around Levi. No nonsense, good humour, gives a good disappointed Bibi stare and is constantly on top of everything. Picking up toys, stitching things up. Singing his sweet baby boy to sleep, reading stories. Nallathrien's major goal in life is for Levi to grow up a regular happy child. Away from the real world Nall's part of. Stubborn and a little over protective, there's almost nothing Nall wouldn't do for Levi. There are also things that Nall would never do because of Levi.

When Nall isn't BibiNall he's calculating, a little raunchy. He's done terrible things. He lies, cheats and steals. Does things he's not proud of but he knows he has to do. Nall is stubborn in all things and if he likes you and he has your back, it's for as long as he lives. While he doesn't make the best choices over all, he does his best. Nall is an expert at making mistakes and living with the consequences - embracing them even.

A major part of Nallathrien is that he's usually happy and is good at seeing the silver lining. Even if it hurts to look at sometimes.


ABILITIES
Nallathrien does nothing amazing or outstanding.
He can play the guitar and enjoys making up little tunes, usually followed by silly lyrics for Levi's benefit. The current favourite of 'Bibi, Bibi, play the sooooong' is something about a giant space crab that enjoys icecream with starsprinkles.
Nall is also a decent fighter and has a decent reach on account of having long arms.

RELATIONSHIPS
Leviana -  Nall is Levi's Bibi. Despite the fact Levi's been alive for roughly fifty or so human years, he's only seven or eight size wise, mentally and in every other way that counts. A smart kid, Levi is curious about everything, hates bedtimes, enjoys drawing and playing any sort of musical instrument he can get his little hands on. The guitar is his favourite because his Bibi can teach him. Levi is a horizon baby, dark skin, dark hair and bright blue eyes.  Nall see's his own Bibi in Levi's face. It's an interesting set of circumstances that keep Nall on Libra station and all of them have to do with Levi.

Mezzo - If there was ever a time when he could remember to do without Mezzo, Nall can't think of it. Levi is always excited to see Mezzo and Nall mirror's the reaction all the same but usually without the happy bounces and bombing around. Mezzo means stories and company and those are both good things.

HISTORY
Born to a resonated pair of elves, Nallathrien was the second child some three hundred years after the first child grew up and left home. Nall knows his sibling in passing, but not well enough. Having always been a little more free spirited and rambunctious child, he was against authority and grew up fighting his parents when they tried to make him do just about anything. Now he see's that they were only trying to protect him. At the time it was smothering and he hated it.

Nallathrien left his home early. Barely 110. Still a kid. Fell in with the wrong crowd, got into gang work, selling drugs, doing runs. It was a mission with one of the people hired to do a rundown that his life really changed. Nall thought he knew the system pretty good. He was big and tough looking, sunshine bright with an easy charm about him. He was big and bad and he was going to rule the fucking skies - he'd been at it for ten years already, he already knew everything there was to know. Then, he and his partner lost the drop. A big one. Watched it get sucked into space. There was no way of getting that back and they could only watch in abject horror as the weight of all that crashed down on their shoulders. The pair weren't friends but to choice to sit down and figure out what to do was a mutual one. The blame was thrown back and forth and finally his partner got tired of it. Overpowered him and proved that it was all Nall's fault they lost the drop. It was violent and possibly one of the worst moments of his entire life.

It was that night that Nall conceived his child. Though he didn't know it for a while. It was when Nall was already exiled to Libra under the threat of being Taken Care Of by the Big Bad. Stay on Libra. Be the contact. Give it to the sellers who give to the sellers and that was it. Technically Nall didn't exist on Libra. It was world shattering when he discovered he was full of baby. At first he didn't want it. Didn't want anything to do with it. Tossed and turned at night at how much it would destroy his life.  It was some odd cramps that made him think about calling his Bibi and Opo and begging them for help. It was when he had the phone, their signal dialed in and he heard the faint 'hello' of his Opo. The silence. Nall heard his name and then he ended the call.

It was hard. Mentally and physically. He knew how babies were made but he'd never realized how long it took for them to bake and then come out. He did his best to hide it, did his best to do his job. Nallathrien was alone when Levi finally decided to become part of the big scary world and despite all the pain and mess the second he had that tiny horizon child in his arms, that shattered world mended. Everything previous had been worth it. Levi's birthday is also Nall's in a sense. His life changed for the better that day. Though raising a child on his own was hard, hard work, Nall never regretted a day of it. As he saw his tiny baby turn into a toddler turn into a tiny person who thought and spoke his life turned from just existing to living. It's a dual sort of life, he's constantly doing his best to keep Levi safe and innocent to the dark world Nall works and lives in.

Currently life is static but he's just doing his best to be a good Bibi to a child he didn't know he needed.

So far, Levi is a strange duck but he's a beautiful wonderful child and


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Wastelands / Finders Keepers [m]
« on: March 28, 2018, 10:12:11 pm »
[Cheesi!]

As a man of money and means Seraphim could do just about anything he wanted.

That included sending probes down to the bottom of the toxic ocean in search of anything and everything that could be excavated and sold. Mostly it was muck. Monsters. Sometimes though, it sent back interesting images. The currently one that was of a dragon shaped thing. Sera was far enough south that the Aedolian's couldn't be too bothered with him. All the proper licences on his ship kept him from sending up any red flags and he was always more than willing to add a few credits to pockets that could turn an eye.

Money - or credits - really could buy anything.

He'd been planet side for a few days, frowning at how gross the planet was. Sera would prefer to never set foot here but this Whatever They Found could set him up for a while. Dragon shaped at the bottom of the sea. Pretty interesting. It was dusk-ish when he was notified that the thing had broke in half but that it was made of a beautiful stone, expertly crafted. The torso had been dragged up, the other half sinking down into the muck at the bottom.

Sera could only frown and order the rest of it broken down and sold for parts. Maybe crafted into fancy counter tops and tables. Leave what details they could for potential collectors but use the rest. Not exactly his usual drug and weapon toting fair but what he should have probably turned in to a museum in Aedolis he was going to keep and profit off of.

It was when he was in his quarters, fixing his hair and making faces at himself in the mirror that he got the notification that his men had found something interesting. Sera looked at himself in the mirror, his lavender eyes, the flippy dark hair. He'd never been fond of his horns - decorated to be pretty as they were - but the idea of getting rid of them sucked so there they remained. It was late, almost midnight by the planets time and he was in loose pants and a silky shirt. Then finally, when he went out into the elements to the 'dig' site, he was wearing shoes and a respirator.

"Sir," one of the employee's said once he entered the work area, voice soft and a little concerned. A plain woman, brown hair, brown eyes, unassuming and easy to fall into the background.

Sera eyed her, looking at his neck and shoulders before he tilted his head, a silent 'what'.

"Sir, there's something ... Interesting... In the statue. We think it may have been... A tomb or something. We wanted you to check it out." She eyed him before stepping aside so he could see for himself and... Sure enough. In the Jade dragon's throat was a woman. Interesting looking and encased in the stone. Sera's breath caught in his own throat and he moved closer. They'd chiseled some of the stone away, leaving a hand exposed.

Perfect skin. Not decomposed. She didn't smell dead.

His hand reached out and he placed his own around hers, thumb brushing at the pulse point. It was faint. Barely there. If Sera wasn't so naturally in tuned to heartbeats ( so he knew when to stop almost literally sucking their soul) he probably would have missed it. "Get her out and then send her to my quarters." The looks he got were odd ones - the person was dead - but he was the boss. If he wanted to fuck a corpse who were they to judge?

Sera returned to his room and went to bed, falling asleep quickly.

Also woken quickly.

The knock on his door woke him up and for a moment he was full of blind rage, rushing to the door to slam his fist on the button that opened the door. Angry, tired, irritated, Seraphim just glared at the people who were waiting for him but... There. In the bare arms of one of his crew was the body from the statue. Sera frowned deeply. Angry that they weren't wearing gloves and were touching what was his with their bare hands. Sera took the body away without a word, holding the woman bridal style and looking down at her.

Should he set up a bed? She'd survived in a statue for the gods knew how long - would that last now that she was free?

First thing was first though. He could smell the stink of his crew on her and he didn't want that in his room. Creature comforts like beds could wait. First, he was going to bathe her.  Sera frowned before he placed her on his bed and he went to his washroom to the soaker tub, filling it up with semi-warm water. Throwing in a few oils to help with the smell of his disgusting crew.

They weren't that bad. Sera just hated them and the way they smelled after a long day of hard work.

Tub filled and smelling much better, he went back to his bed to finally give a better examination of the woman. Pulse was still there, however faint. Smudges of dirt were on her body and he couldn't tell if it was because she'd been around dirty people or manhandled by dirty people.  His hand moved over her shoulder, taking her chin and turning her head to face him.

Sera wasn't usually taken in by beauty but he found her to be quite lovely and he drew his thumb over her lip once before he picked her up again and brought her to the tub. Feet first. Slowly down to her shoulders and he was careful to keep his hand under her head and neck so she didn't sink. Who knows, maybe now that she was out of the water she could drown.

"Who are you?" He whispered softly, leaning over her while he ran the washcloth over her arms gently. Sera worked quietly - he had no intentions of doing anything completely untoward - his hands gentle and his movements slow. Enchanted, Sera placed the cloth on the side of the tub and moved his hand to her cheek, pushing her hair from her face and just... Gazing. Taking in the image of the strange woman that was found in the statue.

Well, at least they could still sell those fancy countertops. Maybe he'd redecorate his bathroom.

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Wanderers and Independents / Seraphim, Crime Boss Kinda
« on: March 27, 2018, 09:48:13 pm »
Sera's Face!
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NAME
Seraphim "Drug and People Smuggler" McGee

ALIASES
Sera
Angel in the ChatRooms.

AGE
Looks to be an adult between the ages 20-40. Who knows? He's older than that.

GENDER
Usually has a penis, he enjoys watching it flop when he swings his hips.

SEXUALITY
His sexuality is 'yes.'

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Incubus

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'2"

OCCUPATION
Bad Guy. He's that Space Dude your parents warn you about when you run away from home and into space.

RESIDENCE
Captain Quarters of The Backstab.

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PHYSICAL
Sera is an imposing man. Broad shouldered, slim hipped and nothing but svelte muscle between. His hair is shorter and layered, causing the tips to curl up and in front of his ears and at the base of his neck are longer chunks of hair tied up into braids. Usually they're decorated with beads and charms or things that make a 'clinking' sound - like a bell on a cat. He wants to announce his presence but not actually tell anyone he's coming around. Sera has a tanned skin tone that at his shoulders, horns  and at the base of his spine melt in a dusky purple, a telling sign of his less than human-humanity. Along with the purple around his horns they come with - imagine that - horns and again, the base of his spine extends to a spade tipped tail - wrapped with a pretty red bow 'cause he has a sense of humour. They're a dark purple, almost black, the base decorated with small gold crowns, going up and above his head in elegant points and connected by a chain across his forehead. A pretty red gemstone rests between his eyebrows. The tips of his horns are decorated with caps as well, also decorated by red gemstones.

His hair is a darker blue with streaks of red and blue and his eyes are a lovely lavender.

Usual attire for Seraphim is a halter top of sorts that covers his front from chin to hips but leaves his entire back naked except for belts crosing at the base of his spine to keep said top on. This leaves his back exposed should he ever need use of his wings - many years of ripping shirts was getting annoying and now he owns multiple strange versions of this shirt. Usually all black. Lies. They're all black and they're all the same. He has a whole freakin' drawer devoted to these tops. Sometimes he wears coats over them to cover his arms and hide various weapons.

In his 'entirely' incubus form, he has a pair of wings, his tail is a little longer and his skin is the dusky purple all over. His hair takes on a flame like appearance, waving up above his head a brighter shade of blue. His teeth are sharper and longer and his tongue is forked. Finally his eyes are entirely black.

PERSONALITY
Sera's an asshole. Sort of? A charming asshole. The kind of man people want to be when they grow up because he's so personable and charming. Easily, if he weren't so twisted and cruel, he could be someone's confidant and friend. Sera's a good listener and calm. Easy to smile and can joke with the best of them. However, Sera could easily break someone's fingers or arm. There's nothing he won't do to get what he wants. Of course, that could be explained as he's 'determined and stubborn!'

He also murders. Rapes. Steals. He views humans as below him. They are his food and unless they can serve a purpose to him and the bigger picture he's looking at then he treats them as what they are. Food for him to use, consume and throw out the left overs. Sera refuses to let himself be attached and it's a conscious choice. Attachments make people weak.

ABILITIES
Scent - Sera smells really good to just about everything.
Stamina - He is inhuman and as such, he has inhuman strength. Easily he could lift someone his size or a little bigger. He can also run for long stretches of time ( but who needs to run in space?)
Da Bangs - Sera can, if he chooses to, forego gaining nutrients from food and instead literally sap the energy from someone during intercourse. He has total control over this and has come to enjoy the lethargic sleepy look his parters ( willing and unwilling) get after a roll in the bed with him. Sera finds food more simple and will usually choose to ignore this particular ability of his - sex tends to make him unwillingly gain attachment if it isn't a direct display of his power over someone else.
The Seraphim of the Stars. - Sera is the 'king pin' of a large criminal organization that deals in almost literally everything it can. He's a busy man and he enjoys the power more than the wealth.  Of course who he is is something most people don't know. The people that meet him sometimes don't live to tell the tale. Usually don't.

RELATIONSHIPS
A few lackeys. No one he's intensely emotionally invested in.
The few 'close' relationships he have are strictly for work - though once in a while he might share a drink with a colleague.

HISTORY
Who knows?

Sera kind of does. He has an idea about what turned him against himself. Sera is an unhappy man to a large degree and he's found the only thing to keep him 'happy' is power. And fear is powerful.



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Haviah / What Could Have Been But Will Never Be.
« on: March 19, 2018, 01:09:08 am »
It was a long time since Iri had gone home.

Iridescent missed his apartment. Missed his ceiling. He pushed a hand through his shimmery rainbow hair and looked at himself in the dingy mirror of the literal one room he'd spent the last week in. Frowning at the tired look in his eyes. The sickly paleness of his skin. Usually he'd had a nice healthy flush but the past few days he'd been so tired and clammy feeling.

At least it was time to go though. The hit was done, he'd laid low for the gossip to die down - it officially had been a heart attack. Now it was time to finally go home. Do the paperwork. Rest a bit and then... Go out again. Iri sighed wearily, dreading the next time he'd be sent out. Maybe request a transfer when he got back home and rested up. Talked to someone.

He'd done his best to not think of Sevastian. It just made his chest ache and aside from the lengthy conversation between jobs in which it ended up them just falling asleep and breathing into the phone, Iri had kept contact to a minimum. A maximum for what he was technically allowed but... Iri rolled his shoulders and looked around the room, making sure he wasn't forgetting anything personally important.

There was nothing there and the cleaners would be by in a few hours to make the little place look like Iri had never been there. Clothes would be burned or donated. Blankets. Left over food. Or at least that was the plan. A cramp gripped Iridescents midsection and he held his side before he made his way to the little kitchenette, one hand resting on the counter while he breathed through the sharp jolt of pain.

Apendix? Something fucking hurt. It was unfortunate placing of the plate when the next jolt of pain hit, his hand slipped and Iri's head connected with the drawer, giving him a daze and a new focal point of pain. The fuck. Iri's heart started to thump and with a grunt, he fumbled with his com and tried to contact anyone but distraction quickly took over when he felt something wet at his legs.

"The fuck," He panted, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He was on his way home, dammit. Tears of frustration and pain pricked his bright eyes and he pressed his forehead to the floor and breathed deeply to calm himself. He could deal with a little bit of pain and a forgotten period. That was fine. It was fine. Still, he pressed a hand to his abdomen when the sharp pain didn't let up and he was already so tired. It wasn't sleep, so much as his brain just short circuited. Every time he moved he hurt and there was no bed to crawl into and cry on. His heat where he hit it throbbed.

Fuck. Iridescent tentatively reached down to his legs. He was wearing pants so he was just expecting a little accident, his hand came back covered in red and he was alarmed at how fresh and bright it was. Did he get poisoned? He was dying. Iri half expected to cough up blood next but all that hit him was nausea from the pain. Again, he tried the com, smearing blood across the screen before he could finally call for medical attention. Bleeding. Head trauma. Location.

He didn't move though. He curled up on his side, one arm tucked under his head and the other wrapped protectively over his belly, eyes squeezed shut.

Iridescent probably fell asleep, a restless one because when he woke up - or at least he didn't remember the timeline from after he called for medical. His eyes popped open and a nurse tending to the iv of fluids beside gave him, the nurse gave an owlish look before the unmistakable look turned to sympathy. A button was pushed and Iri just closed his eyes again.

"Iridescent Nebula?" A husky soft voice said his golden eyes popped open, and the doctor got his full attention "We're deeply sorry about the baby," He sighed, clearly not enjoying the news he had to give, "by the time we got you here there was nothing we could do except make you as comfortable as possible." Iri stared, confused, eyes wide. His hands fluttered to his abdomen and he just... Stared.

It was an odd reaction. A flutter of excitement because he'd been pregnant only for it to immediately be dashed. His eyes widened when he remembered what'd he'd been putting his body through the last few weeks since... "I was pregnant?" He asked, voice thick and confused.

"You... I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. We had taken the liberty of calling your emergency contacts - You've been asleep for almost 6 hours after we tended to the bump on your head and gave you pain killers." The doctor sighed and looked down and away.

A glance at his 'clipboard' - a device on his arm that projected a list of things for him to mention or take notes about. "We've scheduled you for a D&C at 8 tomorrow morning - it's 18:36 now - It's a quick procedure and unfortunately a little invasive but it's to make sure nothing is left behind that could cause issues or infections. Please get some rest before then," A sigh and the Doctor gave the bed a pat before going to the door, turning just in time and the door clicking so softly to miss Iri pressing his face into his hands and trying to cry quiet heartbroken sobs.

He'd never felt so alone before in his life.

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The Libra / The Only Mountains in Space are Emotional
« on: March 12, 2018, 12:00:20 am »
[ Goblin! ]

Ryul stared at himself in the mirror, turning his head side to side and peering at his chin. Tucking his hair behind his ear. He was cute, right? He brushed the backs of his fingers over the scales on his pale cheek, the shimmery silvery scales.  The bright eyes. Ryul sighed and tugged the hairbrush through his silvery hair before he braided it back, pulling it over his shoulder and posed.

More head tilting.

It was sad. He knew it was. Ryul knew that he was never coming back. Though he also knew that he was alive somewhere out there.  He could feel it like someone was pushing him in one direction and he wanted to go in that direction until the pushing stopped but... Maybe he just didn't want to come back. Ryul glanced at the mirror again, features wobbling at the thought of him but... Quickly he schooled his features and looked at the clock.

Almost four am. Time to go to the bakery and start the day.

A bright smile and he pinched his cheeks to give himself some colour - blue on blue, not much for colour. Ryul grabbed his backpack, flicked the light off in his bathroom and set off. Patting his pocket to make sure he had his keys. As usual, the travel was a nice quiet walk and he got to his shop with little trouble. Then it was getting to baking.

He made a list of what was going to stale out at the end of the day, made a list of what was a day old and therefore discounted. Another list for himself of what he needed to bake. The little com chat helped with business at Sweet Dreams and now he had a few meat dishes for the hungier-less-dessert-seeking ones. Ryul put some tunes on, put on a hair net and started his day for real.

It was a few hours later, with nine o'clock rolling up that he finally put the finishing touches on a few pies. The cupcakes were left to cool on a rack and he made sure to have the more breakfast-ie grab 'ems closest  to peering eyes. Nine was when his helper was to come in. A community service type thing. Dash wasn't the most pleasant person to be around but... Ryul managed. A quick slicing look. A few solid words.

Ryul dragged the back of his sleeve over his brow, cheeks flushed from the heat of the ovens. Another glance at the clock and he flicked the coffee pot on and made sure people popping in for a breakfast quiche and a coffee would have it all fresh and delicious. To any normal person, it was an insane amount of work. Ryul was at the bakery for almost sixteen hours a day, prepping, cleaning, getting things ready for the next day.

If he couldn't spend it here though, he'd fall apart. It was good. People got to eat yummy things, drink fresh coffee and Ryul got to be distracted by making those things for them. Dash was a nice distraction when it was quiet. The store front was cleaner too, Ryul had always missed a few crumbs before.

Ryul pulled his hairnet off, fixing his braid before he replaced his plain white apron with a flowery purple one, the ends and shoulders frilly with the middle of it tied back in a pretty bow - or at least it felt like a pretty bow. An unlock of the door. Open sign on. Dash should be by soon and then... The day.

Ryul returned back behind the counter, eyeing his lists. Making sure everything was in order. Did he want to teach Dash til today? Maybe how to make frosting for the cupcakes while it was quiet later? The notepad on the counter and the pen in his hand, Ryul scribbled non-sense between a name and the drawing of what looked like a very happy potato with stick limbs.

Maybe just... Talk to Dash. While Ryul was no shrink he tried to know people. Be the sticky sweet person people felt bad about hating. What was the point of being angry? No one gained anything. Ryul could be angry that he was gone and didn't want to come back. Ryul could lash out at everyone because of how terrible he felt inside but... It was fuel. To run his nice little bakery. To see the smiles on faces when they ate a cupcake or the smiles on a face when one person bought a dozen peanutbutter cupcakes and ate six in one go.

If anything, having the bakery let him meet a number of amazing people.

Also a number of amazingly weird people.

Ryul didn't look up at the sound of the chimes at the door, instead he remained doodling his happy potato  and glanced over his shoulder at the pot of coffee. "Good morning," He said, voice pleasant before looking forward again, "Lovely day today. The breakfast quiche is fresh and the coffee is almost done," And then he looked up, eyes closed and smiled brightly. "Haven't decided if I want a cup myself yet. I think it's a tea day for me but I love the smell of coffee."

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Libra Characters / Julian Sikander - Semi-retired Military Dude
« on: March 07, 2018, 11:00:27 pm »

NAME
Julian Sikander

NICKNAME
--x
Ater on the chat

AGE
364

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
Pansexual

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Elf-human-fae-something

HEIGHT/BUILD
6'4"

OCCUPATION
Desk Jockey, lots of paperwork.

RESIDENCE
In Libra. Somewhere. In a house. Alone o_o


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PHYSICAL
Julian is a taller man, broad shouldered and wide chested.  He's been alive for a long time and has put to those years to use sculpting his form into something he knows people will enjoy looking at- something he enjoys looking at. Julian would lie if he'd said he never posed in front of a mirror and flexed. Time hasn't been entirely kind though, because he's the keeper of only one body, any terrible injuries have kept.

He's missing his right eye, a scar showing just how the injury occurred. Or at least why the eye was lost. Julian doesn't quite remember the details but he knows he lost the eye along with his lower left leg.

Still, he's not a bad looking man. He's fit and has sharp cheek bones with violet eyes and brilliant red hair that reaches past his elbows.  Despite his resting bitch face, he smiles easily and readily and looks far younger than he is - which is good, otherwise he'd look like dried skin on some old bones.
 
PERSONALITY
Julian is a quiet man who has trouble meeting new people or making friends. Everyday he was with his wife he'd thanked his lucky stars and since she's been gone he's gotten a little more quiet and a little more recluse. His daughter bribes him out of the house besides to work by refusing to meet him at his own.

Mostly, Julian is drifting. He has no where to be and as such, he simply exists. He isn't too fond of it and has recently taking to lame attempts at leaving his comfort zone - though they've all ended in failure.

ABILITIES

He types good : D
Old school fighting. Can use a sword decently.
Also a mage, pyromancy.

RELATIONSHIPS

---- Wife - deceased for fifteen or so years.- A woman who filed down the rough edges. A human, even then she died too young and he misses her every day.  She was a wine hobbiest and Julian's home has a room kept cool that is floor to ceiling wine bottles that he takes care of very diligently.
---- Grown Daughter -  Loves his baby girl - though she's all grown up and lives on her own, does her own thing.

He has a plant he talks to, that's probably his best friend. And only friend.


HISTORY
He was born, was active military after growing up. Had an injury. Got a desk job. Met his wife. Had a kid. Wife died not long after. Raised daughter alone. She grew up. Now he's alone and sometimes drinks the wine.


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The Citadel / Everyday is Exactly the Same
« on: February 09, 2018, 12:03:51 am »
[Cheeeeeeesemonster]

The days were feeling longer and longer. Turq would wake up, take a shower, grab a breakfast bar and eat that on his way to his station. Then, he worked. Well, of course he got dressed and did various other morning activities - simple ones like getting dressed and giving a quick preen. He'd always avoided looking in the mirror except just the quick glance, make sure he looked okay. At least as normal as he could look.

Turq licked his lips while he pushed stuff aside in his fridge, looking for his lunchbox. Nope, empty. Shit. Maybe it was the night before he'd filled it. Must have been. Shit. Turq looked at his clock, frowned at the blinking light, almost six. Time to go. It didn't take long to get to the hanger, but he needed to suit up and put on his boots. Tie back his hair. He sighed, tossed the empty lunch bag on his counter and finally, began his journey to work.

It wasn't that he didn't enjoy his job - he'd been doing it since he was 18 in a round about way - just... That's all he had. Turq sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and making sure he had all of his things, closed his door and made his way. The journey to the hanger was uneventful, a quick glance at the list today before he went to the locker. Got changed.

Frowned at his reflection again. Turquoise Soaring. Pilot Cardinal. Twenty-two. Weird small deformed monster. He was a little taller in his boots at least. He pushed his hair behind his ear and tied a bandanna around his forehead to keep it back there while he worked. A glance at his face and he licked his lips, poking his sharp little fangs that pressed over his lower lip, pressing harshly at his upper lip that left him with his cat-like mouth. Turq frowned at himself. He wasn't a handsome for a Kulshedra. He wasn't a handsome for a human. 

At least the dragons didn't care about what he looked like.  Though, sometimes they teased him about his little tail in passing. First on the list was... Shenzie. General maintenance. Tighten a few bolts. Fix a few dents. All regular things. Safety precautions.  Turq sighed and got to work, collecting. Fixing. Heating. Working. Sweat was on his face and he got comfy on the big dragon while he worked. The dragon's were used to it. Sometimes they talked to him. Sometimes they didn't.

Turq had never worked on Shenzie before and he was hesitant to start up a chit-chat. Mostly, he hummed to himself. The beeping of his comm caught his attention and he jerked his head up quickly, making a trilling noise while he unhooked his safety harness from his perch on the dragon. Though, it was clearly a bad idea. A deep hatred for shoes and a gnawing hunger in his belly cause the misstep.

A sharp gasp, arms cartwheeling and a surprised yelp. His first thought was that he was going to die and his next was that why didn't dragon's come installed with ladder rungs? Turq went noodly after his slip, eyes squeezed shut and decided - hoped - that he'd just have bruises when he landed.

Fuck was he hungry thought. Did he get lunch and then medical or just suffer.

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Aedolis Characters / Turquoise Soaring, Pilot Cardinal - Dragon Mechanic
« on: February 07, 2018, 08:25:33 pm »
.X. [NSFW]

NAME
Turquoise Soaring

ALIASES
Turq.

AGE
22

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
? ? ?

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Kulshedra

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'2"

OCCUPATION
Dragon Mechanic

RESIDENCE
Haviah


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PHYSICAL
Turquoise is a wee stocky thing. All turquoise-ie scales and tanned skin. An out of season Kulshedra, he's small and has a few 'abnormalities' uncommon to his kind. For one, his tail is stubbed and while it can bend it's thick and mostly unmoving, at most if it were to wag his butt and hips would move with it. A slight face abnormality is his face, leaving him with a cat-like smile, the middle of his lips up turned and his canine's pressing against his lower lips unless he's thinking about it. Turq, however, has plush lips, large golden eyes and thick eyelashes.

His hair grows in dark, almost black, and fades to the turquoise of his scales, which are sparingly smattered along his shoulders, collarbone and spine to his little tail. The scales meet along his chest around his ribcage and finally, his legs are completely covered from the thigh down. His legs are digitigrade and end in little feet.

PERSONALITY
Turq is shy. Sort of. He isn't out going and is content to be alone. A lack of opportunity to make friends growing up besides the required teamwork phase in candidacy has coloured his take on them as an adult. They were, for the most part, not required. Turq isn't a workaholic but he does value his job over much of anything else.  It's difficult for him to 'let go' of anything and can hold a grudge a mile wide if he deems it worthy.  He has a volatile temper, he can be snarky and should the situation call for it, mouthy. These traits also lead to his 'act first, think second' problem, which one day, will get him into a lot of trouble.

ABILITIES
Turq is a pyrokinetic. He has enough control over fire to not burn himself and while he can't create fire out of nothing, he can super heat the air and if given fuel can control the ensuing flame for quite a while. He's not a prodigy with it, but he is quite talented.

RELATIONSHIPS
His parents - Doesn't talk to them, doesn't see them. Hasn't tried to see them or meet them since he became a candidate.

Faelynn - A soft gentle girl with a metal face and cybernetic forearms. Her natural scales are a peachy colour and her wings are segmented. A long whip like tail and a fondness of bows, Faelynn chose Turq before he was small, pretty and he stuck his tongue out at her when she nudged his tail.

HISTORY
Turq was born to a Kulshedra couple as an out of season child. Small and weak, he was kept in the hospital for a few months before he was allowed to go home with his parents. His mother blames her lack of feeling maternal on the fact that she couldn't take him home for a while - Turq is sure she's just a bitch - she is now, why wouldn't she have been one back then? As it is, being out of season he was always small and there was always some sense of animosity. He could feel it from his parents to him, his parents to each other.  Nothing was ever calm and collected. There was always something.

It wasn't an overly loving home and Turq didn't have the sense of dread a few other candidates had when he was 13 and screened. Traces of psychic ability. Off to candidacy he went. Turq did decently, he didn't make waves, he didn't make himself noticeable. He did his best to pass his classes and master his craft, except for a hiccup or two in the form of fighting another candidate Turquoise was level the whole time. When he turned 18, he graduated on time and started mechanic duties. It's taken a while as a basic mechanic but years of sleeping, eating, working and repeating the process he has gained the abilities to let him do starting jobs on the dragons. A job he takes seriously and with great honor. 

Turq is still a Cardinal because he simply can't justify spending the time to apply for Echo when it would gain him nothing but a different apartment and a payraise - he's quite content with what he has now.

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Libra Characters / Ryul Radiant, Baker-Pastry Chef
« on: January 24, 2018, 11:39:21 pm »

NAME
Ryul Radiant

ALIASES
SugarMouse

AGE
168

GENDER
Male

SEXUALITY
He's not really sure

SPECIES/ETHNICITY
Starstrider Elf/Kulshedra - House Procyon

HEIGHT/BUILD
5'10"

OCCUPATION
Owns and runs a bakery on Libra

RESIDENCE
Libra, somewhere.


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PHYSICAL
Ryul is a starstrider from House Procyon and is of mixed heritage. Because of how intensely Starstrider genetics override any other parent, it's hardly detectable his other parent is a semi-giant shiny lizard person. Of course, there's some faint traces of the other parent there though they're faint. A smattering of silver scales grace his cheek bones, his collar bone and his spine. The only thing that really shows off that they're there is that he looks like he's pressed shiny silver sparkles to his face everyday.

 Being from House Procyon, he has pale blue skin, the brilliant purple blue eyes and either very pale blue or near white hair. A gentle androgynous face, plush lips and kind eyes, Ryul is a sweet looking individual.

Despite his love of icing to go on the cakes he makes, he's not overly plump, though he isn't especially trim. Aside from the scales, he's completely humanoid and looks much like his mother in terms of species.

PERSONALITY
It's easy to say that Ryul is passionate about what he does. Though, it's quite singular because that is, currently all he does and has done for a very long time. Either way though, his parents raised him to be kind, not judge and live by the old adage of 'treat others how you would like to be treated.'  Of course, sometimes this doesn't go well and while he doesn't lose his temper often, it can be quite... Dramatic when he does. Things are usually broken and after about five minutes he feels awful about it.

ABILITIES
Ryul is a talented little baker.  He lives his life to bake and make bread and pastries and invent new strange things that probably only appeal to his palette. Which he is okay with.

RELATIONSHIPS
Mother - Eviery Radiant - Deceased

Father - Jet Radiant - Deceased

HISTORY
Ryul took a while to start existing. Born to a starstrider mother and a kulshedra father, it wasn't exactly a recipe for conception. Despite this, on his mother's four-hundredth twenty-seventh birthday, they got the present of a life time. A child. Jet was older, already a hundred and seventy and far passed his child-making years. Ryul was a miracle all unto himself. Jet came from a long line of people who baked and while none of them were particularly fond of eating bread, they all loved to make it. It wasn't until Ryul was older than they started to incorporate sweet things into their stores. Sadly, Kulshedra were not immortal and he only got a hundred years with his parents.  Jet died peacefully in his sleep, curled up next to his His, not looking terribly old but the silver scales were dull and his silvery hair had gone white.

It took a while, or at least it felt like an eternity but Eviery eventually died as well. With their Resonance gone, they clung to life as long as they could for their child but it was too much to bare. So, by the age of a hundred twenty-six he was an orphan. Luckily, he had a good grasp on how to live and ran the bakery. Of course there were employees but it has never felt the same since. Secretly he craves what his parents had. He loved seeing them together. A far away day dream.

In the meantime.

He loves cake, and cake loves him. Just. Meeting new people through cake is hard.



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