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The Badlands

I am so sorry for the wait, everyone. If people have lost interest, I'd understand that. But yeah, I got a starter post up...

The Badlands

Reagan Woods

The Inner Circle was abuzz with excitement. The day was winding down, with the sun dipping low in the horizon and casting orange rays in the sky. The shops were being set up in the streets, and fireworks of varying sizes and colors sat at the center of the city.

Reagan stood among them, back resting against the wall of a cafe. It had been so long since she found herself in the Inner Circle without the threat of being met with hostility hanging over her. This used to be her domain and she used to be one of those people dancing and mingling at the top of Central Tower. She saw some of them, once or twice, pass her on the streets. They never recognized her - she supposed that they had never really paid enough attention to her to commit her face to their memory - and sometimes she was thankful. Her clothes were far from what she had grown up with. She looked every bit like an Outerner, and she still hated it. She shook her head softly at herself. If any of the Young Gods knew of her thoughts, she was sure she'd be met with a gun to her head.

With a soft sigh, she pushed herself off of the wall and wandered around the streets. She waved to some of the Young Gods she passed by, smiling at how they were enjoying the short reprieve from the usual tension that hung over Badlands like a storm cloud.

She paused in front of a stall that had just finished setting up. Its owner was an old man. Recognition sparked in both of their eyes as Reagan looked through his products. She'd stolen from him time and time again before and he's gotten her bruised and wounded. Now, she'd be paying for her purchase because no one dared to disrupt this day. Badlands Independence Day. The same three words were printed in different neon colors on bracelets, necklaces, and tees. She grabbed a couple of bills from her pocket to pay for the bracelet she's just taken and smiled softly at the way the green script seemed to dance against the cool metal.

"Happy Independence Day, Badlands," she muttered to herself.

Primas Learning Center - School for Ex-Heroes

The sun that was just peeking through the horizon found a lone motorcycle zipping past the few cars that had scattered in the freeway. It's rider, face hidden inside a black helmet with yellow stripes, had her only possessions tucked in the bag strapped to the motorcycle behind her. A duffel bag was filled with her clothes and an item from a past that she would have rather stayed forgotten. Yet there she was, on her way to a school that would supposedly give home to people like her. She was sure if her self from a year ago saw what she would be doing, she'd have jumped from a bridge. She was done. That's what she told herself so many years ago after the ungrateful people of the world turned their back on her. But look at her now.

It's all because of them, rose the bitter thought. Her family. Briar almost gagged at the word. She'd never had a family but herself, and just because some test said that she shared the same blood as those people didn't mean that she was theirs. They forced her to take up the offer. After all, who in their right minds would return to school after they had everything they could have ever wanted unless it was to escape a fate even worse?

With a sigh, Briar parked her motorcycle in the designated area - taking up two of the slots - and looked up at the looming building overhead. The place was old, and it wasn't her particular scene. In fact, she avoided places like that unless they were abandoned and being used by a couple of kids willing to share their smoke with her. But now she would be living there. Voluntarily. A frown was etched on her lips as she freed her head from the helmet and grabbed her bag. She placed the helmet on the seat of the motorcycle neatly before tapping the handlebars, an electric blue spark jumping from her skin and onto the metal. In her mind's eye, she willed the electricity to coat the vehicle and helmet. It was the most she'd make use of her powers in the last seven years, just to make sure that no one tried to steal her things, but anything more and she often found herself floundering. Hadn't those people who had contacted her said that she would be training her power here again?

"Silver linings," she muttered to herself as she shouldered the bag and headed into the building. Coming into the common room, she found that someone was already there. A man with dark hair. Other than him, the place seemed to still be tad deserted. She sat down at one of the couches present and felt in her pockets for a familiar lump. Not finding it, she scowled. Of course, she would forget to bring a pack of cigarettes with her. She assumed it was her 'mother' that had taken it from her - something about curbing her habits - and she almost wanted to drive all the way back just to give that woman a piece of her mind.

Her eyes strayed to the man and she cleared her throat. "You wouldn't happen to have some smokes and a lighter, would you?" she asked. The man didn't look like someone who'd share her vices, but she didn't really have other choices at the moment.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed For Now~

Here, have a character. Also, I'm imagining Shdowpine (pronounced shi-to-pin) to be in the north, connected to some land but still surrounded by sea. It snows a lot there and their tundra can be harsh, espesh for peeps not from there. They value wolves as sacred and will kill you if you hunt one of those magnificent beasts. I apologize, I just got a bit into it.

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Annika Everine Fiske of Shdowpine

<sub>"Our life is occupied with playing, whether we play an instrument or a role."
- Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau</sub>

✯ Annika Everine Fiske ✯

| Nickname |
Evie

| Birth date and age |
July 26th | 18

| Sexuality |
Pansexual

| In Depth Appearance |
Evie stands at five foot five with an athletic build. Her hair is cropped short and is
dyed with whatever color she favors for the month (this time was blue). Her eyes
are a dark hazel color, but she's taken to wearing green contacts. She has a number
of tattoos around her body. The most noticeable ones are the Fiske family insignia
on her left shoulder blade and a tilted written script of the name "Valeska" on her
right wrist. Her clothing style is casual, but she can almost always be seen wearing
the colors of her kingdom - blue, white, and grey.

| Personality |
✯ Loyal ✯ Stubborn ✯ Charismatic
The first thing most people noticed about Evie - other than her brightly colored hair -
was her bright smile. Unlike the people of cold and desolate Shdowpine, who acted very
much like their frozen country, Evie was one to greet people with warmth and affection,
traits she had seen and mimicked from the Queen. While manipulation is a trait one must
learn in the court, especially in her kingdom, it was one something Evie never liked to
use. She would rather give her words with honesty - and more often than not, without a
sense of tact. Despite her usually sunny attitude, Evie maintains her respected position
by proving to the people that should anyone or anything harm those that she cares for,
her wrath was not to be challenged.

| Likes |
✯ Hunting ✯ Music ✯ Wolves ✯ People-watching ✯ Sweets

| Dislikes |
✯ Being ordered around ✯ Failure ✯ Coffee ✯ The Sacregar ✯ Reading

| Fears |
✯ Thalassophobia (fear of the sea) ✯ Failure ✯ Losing her family

| Biography |
The kingdom of Shdowpine was a rather prosperous country despite its location. Under
the heavy-handed rule of Reinhold Fiske, Shdowpine acquired wealth for the price of
several underhanded and morally unjust transactions. Human trafficking was perhaps the
most prevalent in the kingdom's black market, with the King himself watching over the
business. Most of the Shdowpinians knew of the noblemen's morally unjust practice, but
none ever spoke of it. They were well-fed and well-dressed, and the only prayers they
spoke was that none of their loved ones would be targeted by the market next.

Evie was one such victim of the trade, but no word of it has ever been spoken. She was
only an infant then, perhaps a week old, when men garbed in white cloak emblazoned with
a black cross - the mark of the Sacregar, Shdowpine's black market - slew her biological
father after they'd been paid by a jealous neighbor. The Sacregar murdered the family,
but hadn't expected that there would be an infant in their midst, and their first thought
had been to put a bullet through her skull as well. It wasn't until one of them brought
up the option that they could sell her had they took her in their arms and brought them
back to their base.

King Reinhold had been in the Sacregar that night, drowning away his melancholy at the
news of his wife's miscarriage. When he saw the child brought in by the Sacregar, he
immediately fell in love with the way she smiled brightly at him. He'd taken her and ordered
the Sacregar to destroy any remnants of her less than noble parentage. She would be his
heir, his darling little girl. He presented the child to his wife, Sylva, and told her that
their own had survived. Simply happy to have a child in her arms, Sylve chose to overlook
the fact that the child's eyes, a dark hazel, didn't resemble their green.

And so Evie grew up as a royal, treated as the King's own flesh and blood. She'd taken to
wearing colored contacts - a bright green - in order to hide her heritage. She'd been told
it was for her vision, and that she must never remove them unless of sleep or to clean them.
Evie never realized that her eyesight was perfect, believing what had been etched so deeply
into her mind even as a child.

Evie quickly won over the hearts of the people. She would often visit the poorer cities, with
her brightly colored hair and bright smile, to simply observe the people. They had taken to
preparing sweets in anticipation of her visits, and many young children would run over with
their instruments to play music with her. They loved her, and they would always hold a dear
place in her heart.

Evie was fifteen when the queen bore a son. Even as a child, the people knew that Feliks was
horrible. He was spoiled and treated his subjects like their were insects, and the people were
glad that age dictated the rightful heir and not gender.

But there were those who did not share the people's thoughts. A member of the Sacregar knew
of Evie's hatred of their practice and that when she rose to the throne, the Sacregar would be
no more. He would not have that. He had been the one who had his gun pointed at the infant's
forehead many years ago, and despite the King's orders he had allowed one piece of Evie's
heritage to remain - a now filthy baby blanket with the name her biological parents had given
her embroidered on the cotton, Valeska.

The member of the Sacregar had written the name down on the walls of Evie's room, over and over
again. Reinhold ordered the room to be scrubbed clean, thunderous in his fury to find the culprit,
but Evie had fallen in love with the name. Reinhold was near faint when the next day, he found
the very name he'd worked the servants for hours to remove had now been permanently etched on his
daughter's skin.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed For Now~

Ahh. Gotcha. Just putting it out there that my character's kingdom would be somewhat based off of Norway.

When Royalty Collides ~Closed For Now~

@HaleyTheRandom Would the kingdoms be based off of real countries?

When Royalty Collides ~Closed For Now~

I kinda have an idea for a character already (still wondering if I should make her fc Halsey or Natasha Negovanlis since they both fit my ideas) but I'd love to see someone else's cs first for reference. :>

A New World of Gods

@LadyTale thanks~ i'll hopefully get a post up soon.

A New World of Gods

ASTRID & KRYSTAL

name: Astrid
gender: Female
godly parents: Artemis (Greek goddess of the hunt) and Skadi (Norse goddess of winter)

sphere of control: Goddess of the hunt (shared with Krystal), childbirth, healing, and the wilderness.
personality: Optimistic | Adventurous | Benevolent | Emotional | Impatient | Tactless

sacred animal: Eagle
powers:

Can transform a living thing into an animal (including herself)

Can heal any wound (on the contrary, she can also worsen a wound)

She can control and manipulate the flora under her domain

Can converse with any form of animal she encounters

She can run at inhuman speeds

weapon(s): Artemis' bow and arrows (the arrows never miss and can kill mortals upon contact)

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name: Krystal
gender: Female
godly parents: Artemis (Greek goddess of the hunt) and Skadi (Norse goddess of winter)

sphere of control: Goddess of winter, the mountains, plagues, and the hunt (shared with Astrid)
personality: Cold | Resourceful | Charismatic | Logical | Vengeful | Ruthless

sacred animal: Dogs (esp. hunting dogs)
powers:

She can generate and control ice and snow

It has been said that she can move and form mountains at will

Can transform a living thing into an animal (including herself)

Can converse with any form of animal she encounters

She has the power to inflict plagues

weapon(s): Skadi's spear

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other: The twins' relationship is slowly decaying, especially after Astrid found out that Krystal killed Skadi with her own spear. As such, Krystal moved out (was kicked out) of Artemis' chamber in Mt. Olympus.

Haley's Humble Abode of Plots'.

Sounds good. I probably won't be there for the grand opening, but save me a spot, will ya?