Altered Tundra

The Spirits Within / Silversky

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”How long are they going to keep us for?”

Jackson impatiently stomped his boots on the smooth floor, a quick series of tapping noises reverberating through the seemingly empty walls. When he found himself being forced to sit still in a room he wasn’t familiar with and with people he didn’t know, he got antsy; and when Jackson got antsy, one could say he was even more irritable than usual. That, given what has already been displayed by the large male, was saying something. Being forced into this situation did nothing but put him in a sour mood from the get-go. Jackson’s only saving grace was the shared opinion that waiting wasn’t an option, or at least, not welcomed.

Of course, there was always that one guy who was the odd man out. This was represented in the monk who was the last one to show arrive. Jackson didn’t give him much attention in the beginning because he had more important things to focus on - well, really, he just didn’t care, but when you voice an opinion that an already-pissed off man disagreed with, it wouldn’t take a neurosurgeon to figure out what his next course of action would be.

“To hell with your patience. We’ve been waiting here long enough.”

Jackson stood up, taking one last glance around the room. The same eyes that had scanned the room several times over when they were trying to alleviate some of the boredom that was gathered by just sitting down were now scanning the room for a different reason. They had purpose and fire in them. Though not completely visible, Jackson’s demeanor was no longer one of misguided frustration. It too had a purpose and that purpose was to find the god-forsaken exit.

“You can sit around and do nothing if you want, Baldo. I, for one, am going to force their hand so we can get some fucking answers!” Jackson pounded his fists together, fiery determination oozing from his body.

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Savanna Raelyn Hart, Palm Beach Royals

Name

Savanna Raelyn Hart
Tends to go by Saraena

Age

17

Gender

Female

Sexuality

Hetero with Lesbian curiosities

Relationship Status

N/A

Grade

Senior

Appearance Details

Blonde hair and emerald eyes
_{Sav's hair drops down just past her shoulders and it is as golden as the sun is. It's silky and well-taken care of. Someone of her lineage and stature does not simply not take care of She wears it in a variety of styles. Anything from straight to a ponytail, whatever Sav feels up for, anyone can bet it'll be absolutely flawless. Coupled with it are two sparkling gems of emerald that are the windows into her soul of a diva-in-the-making.}

5'2, 110lbs, and petite figure
_{It is not impossible to surmise that, given who her parents are, the exact figure that Sav has from her height and weight to the body type is exactly to be expected. This does not mean that she doesn't think she could benefit from a curvy figure. No matter what she will do, her metabolism will always kick in, which results in her body keeping its petite shape. She does have natural curves like everyone else does but it is the overwhelming fact that she's small and her body shape reflects that.}

High end and fashionable style
_{Being the queen meant that Sav would have to dress the part. Because her family had the money and because of one of her two mothers having an eye for what was in and what wasn't, it should go without saying that only the best of the best was afforded for the biological daughter of Adielle Bailey Hart-Drake. Everything in her closet to the tops she wears with the pants and shorts she owns, to even her shoes, Savannah Raelyn has only the best of the expensive that money can buy. It's not her fault she has expensive needs.}

Personality Traits

Charismatic → Reasonably Affectionate → Confident → Determined → Shallow → Selfish → Conceited → Underhanded → Two-Faced → Unstable

Upbringing Synopsis

Being the daughter of power couple of former teen actress turned fashion icon, Adielle Hart and multi-grammy winner and current judge on The Voice, Jade Drake, Savanna's blood is something that has groomed her to be at the top of her peers from the very moment she could form a social group. She is biologically Adielle's and an unknown, premium sperm donerAs the designated queen bee since elementary, any group she seized control, From grade school to the years where puberty took over, she only got bolder. When her ambitions reached a point of certainty, everything that had came at Queen Saraena's attention had been dealt with percision.

A "gathering all the facts before you act" kind of girl, she learned a lot from the woman in her life. Anyone from her no-nonsense mother, Jade to her "flaunt what you got" other mother, Adielle, Savanna never once doubted herself; and if she did, she'd pick herself back up. Rarely has she let her guard down. When she does, it often led to mistakes being made. This was a lesson she learned the hard way and vowed never to do it again. Heeding the words of her Aunt Viola, she'd see it coming next time. and when the time came to act, she'd make sure to enact every ounce of her revenge if she was ever wronged.

Family

Order left to right:
Charlize Theron as Jade Taylor Drake, Savanna's adoptive mother
Scarlett Johansson as Adielle Bailey Hart-Drake, Savanna's birth mother
Jensen Ackles as Jackson Torvald Drake, Savanna's Uncle and Jade's brother
Natalie Dormer as Violet Jessibelle Banks-Drake, Savanna's Aunt and Jackson's wife
Alanah Bella "Lani" Drake, the adoptive daughter of Adielle and Jade and Savanna's adoptive sister. She is a year younger than Savanna

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Marco Alejandro Castillo, Palm Beach Royals

Name

Marco Alejanro Castillo

Age

16

Gender

Male

Sexuality

Heterosexual

Relationship Status

Single and ready to mingle

Grade

Junior

Appearance Details

Dark brown hair and blue eyes
_{Marco's never had any trouble when it came taking care of his dark locks. A simple wash here and there was all that he needed to keep the silky smoothness of his full head of hair. Each strand is like something out of a cloud; so airy and so weightless, his hair is like a gift from God himself. And when you add that with piercing blue eyes, you have the face of someone that isn't that bad to view upon on a regular basis.}
5'10, 170lbs, and athletic build
_{It should come as no surprise, given the daily activities he does, that Marco is well-fit. He has a skin color of mostly white with a shade of dark tan to give him at least some color. With a strict schedule of being on top of his physical game as well as anything else that matters (blame his mother for that one), he has gained himself quite the athletic body. Though he is nowhere some of the kids at his school nor the other members of the sporting teams he's apart of, what he has been able to gain was an admirable amount of body muscle; and with a height of nearly six feet and the appropriate weight, his proportions from head to toe are, if nothing else, what they should be.}
Casual and sporty fashion
_{And going off of the tangant of his physical phisyque, the clothes that he wears on his back and the type of fashion he, well fashions, is something that fits with his monikier of class clown. Though he's physically active, he also has a great sense of humor. Though it's often looked down upon from his mother, in his closet, you will find a bunch of shirts (both longsleeve and short and less) with hilarious, if not corny and cringy, one-liners and images on it. None really exlicipt but just something a joker like Marco would be seen wearing. Aside from that, however, his closet is full of jeans, some sporty blazers, shoes of various makes (and for various situations), and a couple of former suits for dances and fancy dinners.}

Personality Traits

Humorous → Charming → Daring → Dynamic Presence → Playful → Borderline-Arrogant → Dependent on Attention → Narcissistic → Addictive → Overargumentative

Upbringing Synopsis

Being raised on surprising morals and a one desire from his mother , Marlena Castillo, for her children to be honest and true to themselves, Marco Alejandro has mostly followed what his mother raised him on. An upstanding guy in every sense, this high schooler, even since his earlier days, was always a center of certain attention. From a young age, he was cracking jokes and making people laugh; an act that continued into his double digit years, though by then he had refined his craft into various pranks. Popularity soon came as everyone looked forward to his one-liners and his infectious smile.

But life was about to test him because, with the arrival of his birth father soon on the horizon, only time would tell if this positive perspective would hold up.

Family

Val chmerkovskiy as Aleksandr Zima, husband of Marlena, and stepfather to Marco and father of Marcela and Emiliano
Janel Parrish as Marlena Castillo-Zima, wife to Alek and mother of Marco, Marcela, and Emiliano
Jake T. Austin as Emiliano Castillo, second youngest of the three sibilngs
Donna Paola as Marcela Castillo, youngest of the three siblings
Brett Dalton as Colin Gallagher, biological father of Marco

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Nikai Jin Parata, Palm Beach Royals

Name

Nikai Jin “Kai” Parata
_{Kai - general nickname and what he'll respond to
Sunshine - a common name given to him by likeminded surfers
The Waverdier - more of a title than an actual nickname}

Age

17, 1/2

Gender

They call him a bro, so definitely that.

Sexuality

Interests are like a jagged edge: not completely straight but not yet curved, if you catch mah drift

Relationship Status

Single-ish

Grade

Whatever the American equivalent of year 12 is.

Appearance Details

Silky Hair and Cocoa Eyes
_{Kai has been blessed with hair that’s always been naturally silky. From the moment he realized that his hair was something quite special, he took extra time out of his day to make sure he took proper care of it. He usually wears it down. This could often lead to some problems because it grows at a fast rate. Sometimes, however, he does put it in a ponytail of sorts. Rarely will he cut it. And what would be paired perfectly with this hair? His two, coconut-colored eyes, of course. Makes his skin color of light brown make an emphasis on brown the central focus of his physical appearance, doesn’t it?}

A Surfer’s Bod and Style
_{To put it quite simply, Kai has the body of a long-time surfer - which he is. Though he is average height and his weight matches, it’s his endurance and overall visage that paints this picture of what exactly Kai is. This isn’t even considering what he chooses to wear. From the very moment, his identity was starting to form, Kai started to come into his own when it came to his style. To the disapproval of his parents, who wanted him to dress a certain way, he had this idea of wearing tank tops, shorts that were often floral-themed/colored brightly, and various clothing items that would make him stand out more than his long hair would. One thing that seems to be a trademark with him is his beanie that he always wears.}

Personality Traits

Low Key → All about the "flow of things → Chill → Lazy → Lacks ambition → Surprisingly-short-tempered → Impulsive → Untrustworthy

Upbringing Synopsis

What do you get when you cross asian stereotypes with polynesian rebellion? You get the wonderful mix of Nikai Parata. With two doctors as parents who, above everything else, value respect and success in their kids, there’s a certain expectation that is born from it. Yet, for Kai, none of that was met. Not when he was being raised in Sydney Australia nor when his parents were called to medical arms to take residence at Miami General as the two leading surgeons - and with their two kids, no less. This was all fine by Kai and Kiki. The latter could do the remainder of medical school in Miami and Kai could catch some killer waves in Palm Beach, which, for the most part, he lived alone with an empty house and full staff.

“They might be rich but that doesn’t mean they around, does it? Oh well, bro! More time to catch them killer waves.”

Family

Manu Bennett as Dr. Nikora Anaru “Niko” Parata, Jia's husband and Kai and Kiki's father
Olivia Munn as Jia Parata (nee. Chen), Niko's wife and Kai and Kiki's mother
Jamie Chung as Maia Kiri “Kiki” Parata, eldest child of Niko and Jia and Kai's older sister(4 years older)

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Dante Virgil Leone, Digimon: Project F

”Only cowards run. Real courage means standing and fighting for what’s yours and for those you care about.”

Name:

Dante Virgil Leone

Age:

Sixteen

Gender:

Male

Height:

5’6

Build:

Slim - Athletic build

Digivice Color:

A dominantly slate gray color with an accent of gold on the outer rim of the digivice.

Personality:

There are a lot of layers to Dante’s overall personality that give way to many facial reactions to situations of all kinds and physical reactions that tend to present a dominant portrayal of things. Any situation at hand, no matter the severity or how casual it may be, draw out a temperamental, often proud, Dante Leone. He suffers from not being able to control certain quirks of his mentality. He seldom displays control over his emotions, which could be a problem for any group he’s affiliated with. He could be the cause of havoc rising due to his conflicting nature and being at odds with just about everyone who might have a differing view of things from his own.

The deeper you go down into the pride rock that is this Italian Lion - a Leone, if you will - you will find something remarkably admirable. His courage is nearly unlimited and, though it’s not often through intelligence, he’ll be the first one to jump into danger. He thinks he’s invinsible, yet this doesn’t reflect itself when it comes to Elecmon. His own partner, that which was drawn to his natural foolhardiness, respects how, unlike most humans, didn't shy away from standing up for what he believed in. Though Elecmon thinks that Dante could dile it down, it cannot be denied they are a perfect fit because both accept their faults and encourage their strengths.

Within time, Dante doesn’t seem all that bad because, once you get to know him, there’s an earnest sweetness about him. A fierce determination laced with a genuine motivation to safeguard those who mean the most to him. It’s not a front or a trick. With Dante, it’s true to the popular saying: what you see is what you get; and let it be known that Dante is not a pretender. For better or worse, what’s on the surface is likely to be in the depths, just not as clear.

Appearance:

Dante’s a boy who has still some growing to do, though it’s apparent just what sort of man he’ll grow into. He’s got a full head of golden hair that almost makes it seem like his very head is a beacon in which the sun has found a permanent residence; and the blue silver orbs that the moon often presents itself within the sea are where he can see everything there is to see. And never is this italian-born man without a handy bag with all that he needs, his trademark outfit that consists of a faded brown-colored beanie cap, a checkered jacket that has shades of blue and silver throughout, a grey, long-sleeve shirt, and a white one underneath. Topping the entire outfit out are a pair of dark grey slacks and your run-of-the-mill shoes that are perfect for long journeys.

As noted above, Dante has a bag that is often home to some of the essentials one might need on their person in any given situation, plus some of his favorite reading material. More often than not, the common items in his bag are as followed: water, some canned food, and his cell phone. A few fire-making materials, but mostly it’s just those three mentioned. He really has to have his phone. As a teen, that’s pretty much the thing he must have.

Backstory:

You get an odd one in Dante for both how he was raised and how he turned out. He comes from a rather wealthy family who took advantage of the Digital Age. It was apparent it was going to be a very lucrative opportunity, so Giovanni and Evangeline Leone knew that they had to strike the gold while there was gold still to mine. As a result, they invested heavily in this Digital Age. Any companies that would try to stop them from expanding, they’d acquire them either through the proper, morally-white channels, or go above and beneath their previous actions to secure their place as Italy’s top business dealers of the Digital Age. And the weirdest thing of it was that it worked. Within five years, Leone Incorporated became Italy’s leading investor in this Digital Age.

And that happened while they were raising a single heir to all of this fame and fortune. A boy’s name whose pedigree was so rich and so pristine that any name given wouldn’t do. He had to have a name that would strike fear into his future adversaries and make his future associates know his name. So, as a result, the Leone’s agreed that their only child that they would bear would have the name of both brothers from the highly-acclaimed Dante’s Inferno. His name would be Dante Virgil Leone. A name that would be fear-inducing and wouldn’t dare encourage people to question.

As Dante would grow up, it became apparent that, despite his parents best wishes, he wouldn’t mold into the young man that they hoped he would be. In fact, he turned out exactly the opposite of what they envisioned for their heir. Their approach to parenting was being as strict and rigid as humanly possibly. Dante responded to this, of course, but nowhere near in the way that these two were hoping.

Absolute rebellion was Dante’s answer to their rigid parental style. As soon as his rebel genes would come to the surface, one may describe Dante as a problem child. Always having an attitude, getting into fights, showing a disregard for his parents’ authority, and doing all that he could to make their lives a living hell; and all the while, Dante found himself being engulfed in this game called Digimon. Maybe it was part of his reason for not paying attention to his studies. The reason really isn’t important, but what was evident was unlike his school and regard of his parents’ own feelings and their molding of him to take control of his family’s company, he was excelling at this game. He took breaks from it to engage in his athletics, but after grades had slipped, Digimon became his sole focus.

There came a point in time for Dante’s life where something - well, for a lack of better words, strange - happened to him. You see, it was like any other day: he was at a park near his parent’s villa and was with a couple of his buds that were just like him in being the only kids of highly-esteemed corporate powerhouses that reject their parents’ vision for their lives. It just happened that they were all apart of their private school’s track and field team. Among them, Dante was their appointed leader. WEll, truth be told, he was the fastest and captain of their track and field team, so it wasn’t a matter of discussion. Plus, they all looked up to him.

And as he went home, there came a package. IT didn’t get stopped at the front gate of his villa nor did it reach his parents’ prying eyes. No, instead it was resting on his computer desk. It was a rather small package - one of those that could fit in the palm of a hand. It was as normal as a package could be. A brown, cardboard box with some decorative things on it. A bow, of sorts, was at the center and Dante received a card. Only thing it said was “You earned this, Dante.” He didn’t understand it, but after he opened it, he saw something that blew his mind. A single device that, if he had remembered correctly at that very moment, it was no ordinary device. When he touched it, it first pulsated, the shocked him. Not enough to make him drop it; just enough to cause him to feel a tingling sensation run through his hand. After that, the device itself would shift from its barren, light blue, almost dull-grey, color into something more vibrant. In the moment it had changed shades, Dante saw that it became deeper in blue and grey, almost as if it was like a reduced cornflower blue with the outline of it being as golden as the sun.

For a moment, Dante was uncertain was happening to him. Then, not even a full minute later, the device vibrated and the colors became so bright that the next thing he knew, he was in a different location that wasn’t his room. It was odd and strange. There he was with a few others holding the same devices, someone telling them about Project F..

And then it hit Dante’s mind. Project F was an expansion pack of the game he enjoyed playing. When it hit him, he saw he had an egg in front of him. A single egg with the colors of the sun and fire going through it and an outline of blue on the sides of it.

Dante was now left with his own choice - something that he’s never been presented with his entire life. In that moment, he didn’t take that long to decide. Only two words exited his mouth as he smirked.

“I’m in.”

~ X ~

Digimon:

Elecmon

Digimon Name:

Leo

Personality:

Leo is like Dante in a lot of ways. They both exhibit the same amount of foolhardy bravery that almost makes them seem to be ideal for their partnership. Though, Elecmon is more proud and less likely to display his emotions like Dante has the potential to be. He’s also got a bit of a mouth on him. There’s often some discord between fighter and digimon when it comes to what should be the plan of attack. Elecmon might not enjoy it all that much, but Dante rubs off on him. Their souls are linked and, though one might be forced into the other’s way of doing things, their common trait of having the courage to do what no man, woman, or mon, would do themselves, makes their unique bond something worth all of the differences that they may or may not have.

Digivolution Line |

• Punimon
• Tunomon
• Elecmon
  
  • Thunder Cloud
    Elecmon jumps into the air and his entire body emits a static aura. From there, all of the gathered electricity is discharged from his mouth into a wave of concentrated lightning. This is, without a doubt, considered Elecmon's signature attack. it is his most powerful and one he often relies on.
  • Sparking Tails
    Elecmon's tails generate static electricity that sends nine, thin beams of energy with a shocking element at either one opponent or a group of enemies. When used on more than one opponent, it can render them paralyzed for a short amount of time. If all centered on one enemy, it does have the potential to maximize those effects, even have the desired effect on a champion-level foe.
  • Static Tackle
    For this technique, Elecmon's electrical powers surround his entire body in a transparent aura of static electricity. As soon as it reaches its maximum point, Elecmon tackles his opponent, sending all of the bolts of electricity into his opponent to cause electrical damage.
• Leomon
• GrapLeomon
• SaberLeomon

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Jackson "Yes I Can" Drake, The Spirits Within

Ｊａｃｋｓｏｎ Ｄｒａｋｅ
３４ — Ｍａｌｅ — １８２ＣＭ

ｐ ｒ ｅ ｓ ｅ ｎ ｃ ｅ

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Often described as a hard man to be in the company of, Jackson Drake has one of those off-putting personalities that makes him an annoyance to many and friend to few. Only those who can look beyond the hard, rough exterior he displays, they’ll find something genuine and heartfelt, though it’s exceptionally difficult to find because it’s deep down, covered by a lot of appalling gravel (so to speak), He has quite the mouth on him and, though not always a man of wit, his opinions are quite vocal. They differ on the topic, but if it’s even slightly topical, one could expect him to have an opinion about it.

His aspirations and motivations are rather simple and well-known to those who know him. For those who don’t, after just a brief time of being in his company, it’ll become abundantly clear that Jackson has no reservations about faith. He doesn’t display it, but one could tell that he has had a long, standing history with the faith and perhaps had been wronged by it in some way, though the exact nature of that isn’t as clear as other aspects of his visage.

A man, whose physical appearance itself presents itself as ‘rough’, is, by every right, pleasing to the eyes, is built with a solid foundation in daily exercise and taking care in what enters/exits the body. This is a man who, despite showing no care for what verbal comments he makes, deeply cares about his appearance. Maybe he cares too much. His flaunting and boasting could, at times, take a turn towards vanity, which is another thing that might add to the overwhelming sense that he’s a difficult man. But hey! At least he’s pretty, right?

ｉ ｄ ｅ ｏ ｌ ｏ ｇ ｙ

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The only person you can count on is yourself. I’d say ‘lord knows’, but fuck those so-called “Gods and Spirits”. All you need is your wits about you and you’ll be just fine.

Jackson Drake

If life has taught Jackson anything, it’s that nobody, not even spirits, will save you. If you’ve gone through the trials he had gone through, you’d see it his way. As such, whatever chances he might’ve had with faith, with religion, or even with being sound of mind - they were all taken away from him before they could develop in his mind. As a result, this man who goes out of his way to display his views vocally has become a cynic, an anti-religion and anti-government man with an ax to grind with the very things that were supposed to give the world hope.

And yet, despite his own personal views and the tribulations he was put through, Jackson Drake, the self-professed enemy of religion and all things holy, is a Guardian and host to the fire spirit. Imagine that? The cynical, anti-religious loudmouth would be cursed with the fire Archon, Ifrit.

ｃ ｈ ｒ ｏ ｎ ｉ ｃ ｌ ｅ

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A lot of Jackson’s life was spent on the road. Anywhere from when he was just a young boy with his parents to traveling on his own, there was never a moment he went without seeing the world. Anywhere from the war-torn grounds of Odesa to the mountains of Idall, his journeys carried him anywhere and everywhere. But why the need for sightseeing? Perhaps making up for lost time. Maybe something a little more complicated was at play. Truth be told, Jackson’s life has been something of a complicated one. As a child of just seven years of age, he lost his parents in a terrible accident. This kind of accident was of unknown origin, but something that seemed to remain the same was the pure and simple fact that, during the fires that caused the small village that he grew up in to burn to the ground, he heard...something. Maybe it was his conscious guiding him out of danger, or maybe something more...something that wasn’t human. The truth of that moment faded, but Jackson had the same dream of that memory ever since he was younger (with different interpretations, of course); and every time, there was one constant: the voice.

But what was it? Well, Jackson’s teens were devoted to try and find that answer. This led him to many destinations. Some of them were for the better, but some landed him in hot water with several unsavory company. He even spent a few years in the dungeons of the royal families (that’s a story for another time). But every location he ventured to bring him closer and closer to the truth. It wasn’t until he returned to the sight of his burnt down village did he find the answers he had been seeking for so long. It was right where his former home once stood proudly. At first, he thought it was a wild animal, but a closer look had Jackson floored with disbelief.

He didn’t know what it was, but something inside him - his soul was responding to it. Whatever this thing was, it felt as though Jackson had been with it since his birth on a summer day just fifteen years ago, for Jackson, though unbeknownst to it at that moment, had come face to face with the voice from his youth and the thing that saved him from dying in that terrible fire. This was the Flame Archon, Ifrit. A beast whose form resembled a horned demon, skin brown like burnt gravel, horns that were three meters long and twice as thick, and a body thicker than a tree, was in front of Jackson. Not with its back turned towards the young man nor poised to attack. It, just as Jackson was to it, was facing him, if not hunched over as the legends had stated it did often. They stood there for hours, saying nothing. Jackson didn’t know if it even could speak, though that didn’t stop Jackson from trying to get it to speak.

This process lasted another hour or so, at which point Jackson just gave up. It was like talking to a brick wall, or even worse! A literal copy of himself.

Even as a young boy, Jackson never was religious. The spirits and praying to them? His parents never bestowed it upon him as a thing to do. He never had the chance to adore it. He had no indication that he would like it. The death of his parents proved to cement that he nothing good happened to the likes of him. So why, after so many years past, did this almighty Archon finally appear before him? It didn’t make any sense. It was such a mystery that, after two full days of nothing happening, Jackson walked away from this - this beast - this demon that had spelled more trouble than anything else. And then, just as if things couldn’t be any more confusing, his body froze where it stood. Not even a full turn, he was paralyzed by...something.

Hours upon hours, Jackson stayed as he was, but then, after the fifteenth hour, which just happened to fall upon his day of birth, the paralysis ended, but not his experiences with this Ifrit. Like a vision from hell, Jackson suddenly had found himself overwhelmed with rage and fire had surrounded his entire body. It raised his internal - and external - body temperature to an inhuman degree. Any normal man would’ve succumbed to it, but this specific man didn’t. In fact, despite him feeling how hot everything was and the ground beneath his feet and the air around him rippling, Jackson himself felt...calm? No, that wasn’t the right word. It was more like his mind was at ease. The initial heat was surprising, but when his mind came to understand it, which took mere hours, it was almost familiar. It was like that time he was seven and the voice led him through crumbling wood and fiery hay. It was soothing to feel this fire around him.

As soon as Jackson came to accept it entirely, the fire stopped, ceasing its destruction of the air and soil. When it ended, Jackson couldn’t recall what happened next because, well he doesn’t remember - even now, at his current age, Jackson can't’ seem to recall the moment the fire ended and where he was after then. He woke up on some bed in some stranger’s home. But after some time, he realized he wasn’t the same. It was ...something inside him made him come to this realization.

And so, Jackson whose religious views were torn asunder for the longest time tried to find a place in the world. However, it soon began to unravel in his mind - nay, in his soul and the spirit that became more present in time - that everything Jackson knew to be true about the night he lost his home. A frightening revelation was made abundantly clear to him. He had not been saved that night by a voice of the heavens nor was he trying to escape. There wasn’t a fire - or at least not what he thought was a fire. There was a fire started, but Jackson was the one who caused the fire after he unconsciously prayed to Ifrit and begged him to wipe all from existence. The voice he thought was leading him to safety was, apparently, leading him to murder all within the village.

Since that day, Jackson had found himself drawn to fire spirits more than any others (or them being drawn to him, more like). It was like a moth to the flame; but Jackson was the flame and the spirits were the moths being vaporized by him, absorbed into his being.

This was, as history records it, what had led Jackson down the cynical path of hating all spirits. In doing so, he travels the world, going from point a to point b, never settling down and never staying long enough to form bonds. It is the price one such as Jackson must pay to, one day, atone for the sins he has committed.

ｓ ｔ ｒ ｉ ｆ ｅ

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Jackson’s life had taught him a lot about himself and how one has to go through tough times to find out what they’re truly capable of. Since an early age, this has always been the one thing that followed him in every fight he got into, every wild beast he has slain for either its bounty or self-survival and any encounter that he had to handle by himself that threatened his life. Even before becoming a Guardian, Jackson’s natural ability to protect himself showed no end.

In cases that had him demonstrate his own fighting abilities and the style in which he does business, more often than not, he’s been one of two kinds of fighters. The first being a natural street brawler. This kind of fighter uses only their hands/feet and knowing when to take risks and when to conserve oneself. Sometimes it would have them taking a hit to secure a larger hit for themselves and sometimes it has them throwing caution to the wind for the greater good of the fight. Despite which course of action the Brawler takes, it can’t be denied that they get results, which happens to be Jackson’s preferred method of fighting.

But, of course, if that doesn’t prove to be enough, then, as they say, let there be magic!

And in that, you have the second style the Flame Brawler is quite known for: Free-Flowing Flame. In its simplest form, this is the glorified style that Jackson himself has given the name of to describe his magic-centric style. Overall, this is a style that attributes his magic capabilities with his own unique spin on some with such abilities. He has a wild, almost unpredictable approach. In this alone, one could imagine what might be possible from Jackson Drake. The truth of the matter is that Jackson’s philosophy when it comes to this is he likes to keep his enemies guessing, though he does spend too much time trying to have fun rather than actually going for the kill like most skilled warriors would do. Then again, Jackson never claimed to be a skilled warrior. He’s still that punk kid who got into more scrapes for his own good.

✣ Fire Stream Projection

^{Easily Jackson’s preferred spell above all his other ones. By using this one, Jackson can emit streams of fire magic from either of his hands - or both for double the firepower. In the beginning, it took immense control for him to be able to direct the streams where he wanted them to go, but after enough time practicing and literally feeling his inner-fire directing him, it became easier for him to control and dictate where he wanted the streams to go and how much from each hand was emitted. Though he doesn’t have a complete mastery over it, this technique is by far the one he has the most experience using. And, as an extension, the one he’s most comfortable using.}

✣ Inflammation or “The Burning Touch

^{Admittedly, this is one of the more weaker, nearly-passive abilities that Jackson has within his arsenal. Though, perhaps that’s not the case. At first glance, it appears weak, but in Jackson’s hands, it is a literal deadly touch. His experience with it, much like his first one, has allowed him the luxury of being an artist. With this technique, just by the touch, The degree of pain and the burn is solely dependent on the amount of time Jackson’s fingers or hands remain on a target.The longer he maintained physical contact, the worse the pain/burn will become.}

✣ Pyrokinetic Surfing

^{Jackson is a very mobile fighter. It is noted in his non-magic fighting style and it is also noted when using magic. His own approach to fighting is making sure to keep people guessing. As a result, he found better uses for his skills that weren’t strictly offensive, thus his third technique was born. With it, he can, for a limited time, use fire to project himself with a sea of flame trailing under his feet as he uses speed to maneuver around enemies while still keeping low to the ground. Luckily for Jackson, he has garnered himself descent control over his element, allowing for an admirable amount of time in which he can maintain the mobility of surfing with the use of flame. It should go without saying that, because of its nature, this is more supplementary than anything else.}

✣ Healing Fire

^{Through the use of his flame capabilities, Jackson is capable of healing minor wounds with ease, though the more severe injuries he or his companions might take more out of him. Jackson wasn’t born a healer or never had the calm nature of a healer, but he’s not a complete moron, either. Not everything can be fire blasts and flare. Some common sense needs to be added to the equation. That being said, it should go without saying that, given its place on his list of achieved skills, Jackson’s prowess with Healing Fire is nowhere near refined. The upside, however, is he has been known to heal some fractures here and there.}

✣ Limited Fire Immunity

^{This is one limited for a number of reasons. One of them is how it’s one of Jackson’s newly discovered techniques and because of that, the development of this particular ability isn’t as far along as some of his others. Another reason, of course, is the strain it puts on him to have it remain active. Immunity is a great feat. It doesn’t matter which element one has it towards. Even if one has a general lean towards a specific element, it’s not always guaranteed to be unlimited. One might even speculate the more accurate term to use would be “Fire Resistant”, rather than full-on immunity. That being said, when it comes to low to mid-tier flames, Jackson can literally go into battle without having to worry all that much about getting severe burns. It’s only the upper-tiers that pose a danger for him.}

✣ Fire Aura

^{Through the developments of everything that Jackson has come to know about himself and what he's been capable of, a manifested, high-temperature aura was the result of that. It is such a technique that amplifies his other spells while increasing the potency of his defensive capabilities. Though it is fairly new, there's still a benefit of using, though it cannot be denied that, due to its young inception, the duration in which it remains active is not long at all. The activity of it is measured by a few things, but the most notable things is how frequent Jackson takes hits, how frequent he'll use spells, which will drain the time limit down further and further until the point it deactivates itself. At that point, there's a brief window of time that Jackson has to do a sort of recharge. It's not long, though.}

ａ ｕ ｘ ｉ ｌ ｉ ａ ｒ ｙ

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Being a big talker, Jackson’s one of those guys who happens to be one of the biggest bullshitters that the world of Libra has ever known. The lengths he goes to explain his way out of a dangerous or uncomfortable situation often makes him ideal for the distraction part of any plan. Need to get the attention of some pirates so you can steal their loot? Send Jackson. Need to get some guards away from a post so you can sabotage their equipment? Dr. Bullshitter is on the case. Need someone to distract an angry ex who is trying to kill you? Jackson “The Scapegoat” Drake is your guy.

Look, bottom line, whenever you need an ace in the hole to get you out of a tricky situation and you just need those extra moments to execute your plan, look no further than Jackson. He’s just stupid enough that, with enough fancy words, you’ll confuse him enough that he’ll do it.

Yeah, he’s not really a bright fellow, but he’s got moxie. That’s good enough, yeah?

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Colin Shawn Brady, Sands of Time

"Shite? Do you take me for that kind of Irish? Here in AMERICA, we say shit."

_{I can bleed if I wanna bleed. I can feel if I feel the need.} | _{Can I walk away from me if I become my own disease? View the mirror everyday, but I don't recognize my face.}

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Name

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Colin Shawn Brady
^{Colin’s name originates from two people. First off, his first name stems from his father’s grandfather and the name Shawn comes from Colin's father.}

Age

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3/25, 25

Gender

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Male

Sexuality

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Bisexual

Education Level

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Colin is a high school graduate of Salem High School. He had spent about two years at Salem University but quit due to personal reasons.

Occupation

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Colin has spent his early 20s doing various odd jobs around the town. In his teen years, he was a barista at Java Cafe. During college, he worked at his family’s fish market. After going through some tough trials in his early-20s, however, he landed back on his feet as he found his calling by joining the Police Force. He graduated from the police academy when he was 25. He spent three years as a b-cop. After going through the ranks, he made a big bust that involved the arrest of some associates of the Castillo family, he earned himself a promotion in 2017 to detective. He’s been in that position ever since.

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^{"Our fate lies in the hands of the things we love, and sometimes the things we love are the things that lead us to the destruction of ourselves." — R.M. Drake}

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Appearance

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• Raven-colored hair
• Light brown eyes
• Six feet and two inches in height
• Estimated at 200lbs

Colin has never been a hard man to spot or know. The same could be said about his fashion sense. While most men would take care in how they look; and that might be the case, at times, for Colin, he doesn't need much to look fashionable. At most, he might go out of his way to look presentable. No self-respecting man would want to look like a slob, so, of course, he will use the necessary beauty care products. Beyond that, there's not much to him. His wardrobe is rather simple. In it, you'll find a collection of basic-shaded jeans ranging from onyx black to olive green and your typical blue jeans. He's got a collection of dress shirts (ranging from the long sleeve and short), some casual wear that's fashionable for a man such as Colin. The thing that might pique one's interest, especially that of someone who might be interested in him romantically or otherwise, would be a single, burgundy-colored, leather jacket that always goes with any outfit he may feel like trying out.

Aside from that, however, you won't find much else. There's a collection of watches and general necklaces in his dresser. Colin is a man who likes his watches.

Personality

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Hot-headed → Impulsive → Unstable → Addictive and Obsessive → Passionate

Colin is a...difficult man. His emotions run high and sometimes that produces odd behavior. Not odd enough to get him kicked off the force, though there have been times that his job was on the line after he found himself to be too emotional in some cases; however, more often than not, he's simply the kind of guy that acts with his fists rather than his brain. He's brilliant in every sense of the word, but with great brilliance comes great instability. Here you have a man with all the potential to climb up the ranks of the Salem Police Force, yet, you also have a man whose very potential is drowning in his own demons.

In all Irishmen, emotions run high. At home and at work; in his home country and where his ancestors lived, being a man with the temper to match his demons is, if nothing else, atypical for someone of his lineage. There are times when Colin is unable to control himself. There is also a time where, if not moderated by someone who truly knows him, might find out just how much of his demons have taken control.

Not everything is horrible, though. Colin isn't without his pros. It's been noted that he's quite the passionate man. Maybe this plays to his emotions, but when he focuses on something, it's hard to take it away. He throws his entire soul into it and, though it might raise some eyebrows for how obsessive he gets, this is one of the sides of Colin that isn't all that bad. Does everyone love someone who is passionate about things close to them, right? Well, Colin likes to think so.

Upbringing

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The history of the Bradys and Hortons is, if nothing else, quite legendary. They were the first families that not only settled in Salem and established a small colony, but they were the only ones to establish their legacy in Salem's history books. They took pride in raising their offspring with honor, integrity, and above all else, the right values to shape them into the people who'd be the next generation; and though this might appeal to a lot of the descendants of the greats that founded Salem, not everyone lived up to the hype and not everyone fit the bill.

This couldn't be any truer for the eldest son of the current generation of parents of the Brady family, Colin Shawn Brady. There was so much hope and expectations for him, though his parents would never go out of their way to say it, Colin knew he disappointed them. Unlike the Hortons, who wouldn't dare express any form of shame in their children, the Bradys, though a little less accepting, still had their own version of this approach to parenting. They believed in giving their children any and all opportunities. And as the eldest, Colin was afforded opportunity after opportunity. As he grew up, his chances grew slimmer and slimmer. He didn't fail out of high school, but he barely passed. Added to his struggles to live up to the hype, he gave into drugs and alcohol as a way to cope with the rising expectations he would hear every corner he turned:

"Colin, are you going to be a cop like your uncles?"

"Colin, what are you going to study at Salem U"

"Colin"

"Colin"

"Colin"

After a while, something had to give. Either Colin was going to live up to everything that he was forced into or he was going to crack under the pressure.

Care to guess what it was that happened? Here's a hint. By college, Colin found his breaking point. After going from dead-end job after dead-end job, Colin literally found himself going crazy and, as he went in for his final day on the job at Java Cafe, he not only was fired, he was arrested for assault as he had beat his then-boss to a bloody pulp. Though charges were never officially filed due it being his first offense and he agreed to a sort of, unofficial, agreement with the prosecution to go to anger management therapy and, after it was completed, he'd attend daily meetings with a court-appointed therapist to get to the root of the problem.

All of this happened before he turned 21. At some point, he found clarity and, as a result, a new purpose. With that, a new career came to him in the form of joining the Salem Police Force. He graduated from the academy, served a few years as a b-cop, and now serves as partner with his cousin.

Colin had a long road, but his life was finally turning around. He was attending Narcotic Anonymous meetings daily, reports to his sponsor daily, and he takes his bipolar medicine as appointed by his doctor. So, why after going through all that hell and getting everything in order, did shit have to go sideways? Why did the Castillo Family have to get him into their pocket...

Misc

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✓ Colin suffers from Bipolar disorder. He is on a regular schedule that has him taking his antipsychotic meds daily.
✓ Colin is a recovering drug addict; might also be an alcoholic, but he hasn't admitted to that problem. His drug of choice was heroine.
✓ He's currently under suspicion of working for the Castillo family, or at least, being in their pocket.
^{Character Color: 00a86b} | ^{Face Claim: Brett Dalton}

that's so meta || character storage thread

Evangline Sofia Zima, Sands of Time

"I hope someday to be like her. I don't care how long it takes."

_{The stars in night burn so bright, but where do I fit in? Am I too small to matter at all. Oh, where do I fit in?} | _{I've seen what you go through, and know how. It feels like in a box on the back shelf. No one cares, no one knows what you think about}

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Name

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Evangeline Sofia "Eva" Zima

Age

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21

Gender

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Female

Sexuality

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Straight

Education Level

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High School Education (completed); College Education (In Progress) - Majors in Cosmetics and Business with a major in Art Theory

Occupation

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Her mother’s daughter through and through, Eva has already guaranteed herself entry-level employment at Fairy Queen Cosmetics. Though she’s in her final years of college, she interns at her mother’s company. She doesn’t work under her mother directly, though she does receive reports and assignments from her mother from time to time.

When she’s not at her internship, Eva has taken an under-the-table job at The Edge bartending. College keeps her pretty busy too, so it’s not surprising that she doesn’t do it often.

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^{"Success is most often achieved by those who don't know that failure is inevitable." — Coco Chanel}

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or custom divider

Appearance

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-5'5
-128lbs
-Dirty Blonde Hair
-Hazel Eyes
-Slim

Of all her siblings and even her parents, Eva probably has the most casual styles. Even though her family is plenty wealthy and she could afford all the best outfits money could buy, she's just not the kind of woman who would take the time to waste money on things she wouldn't wear more than once. Plus, to her, comfort comes over style. Now, with that being said, Eva isn't about looking tacky. For better or worse, she is a Zima and most importantly, she's a beauty major. That comes with a certain sense of self-expectations. Her standards for herself demand she dress — and look — stylish while keeping to her simplistic tastes. A light touch of makeup and clothes that do well for her body frame. She has a closet full of various shirts and jeans, jackets and sweaters, heels and shoes. Basically, everything one would need to look cute, she has it.

As for her accessories, she believes in a modest approach to accessories. Sure, she loves to accessorize, but Eva doesn't like to overdo it. She has plenty of pairs of earrings, bracelets, and other such items that complete her look. Beyond that, she does wear a necklace her grandmother, Angela, gave her. It is a simple, silver necklace with the cross of Jesus Christ. She's had it ever since she was a little girl and thought it wouldn't sell for a high price anywhere, it hold so much sentimental value because it's a reminder that, despite her family's criminal reputation, one could still be good if they truly wish to.

Personality

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• Sweet
• Bashful
• Confident
• Borderline arrogant
• Very girl next door-ish
• Immature and Naive

There's always something so interesting when one describes a crime boss' daughter. What do they expect when they think of her? Do they assume she's bad news too? Maybe she's nothing like him and she's just a victim of assumptions. Everything you could think about her has already been said about Evangeline Zima. The real truth about her, however, is something just so much simpler than what you're probably thinking right now. As it turns out, she is more like her mother, Natasha, rather than her alleged criminal father, Dmitri.

On the surface, you see something genuine. A sweetness untainted by her family's reputation, yet in her hazel eyes, the glimmer of a darkness resides, though nothing like her father's. If anything, she has a drive that could put Eva's good girl visage to the test. Will she keep her morals and go about business like nobody expects her to? Or use underhanded tactics like both her parents have? There's always that struggle to maintain her independence.

Eva is an idealist and tends to think more like a dreamer rather than a practical, businesswoman she's claimed she wants to be. Even now, as she has gone through most of her years in college, she has never struck anyone as the type to learn from her mistakes. She tends to believe in people who either don't deserve her belief or gives them more chances to walk all over her rather than standing up for herself. As a person, she hasn't worked much on standing her ground. She doesn't speak her mind when it really counts. Her ideas often go ignored because when she's denied, that's usually the end of it. She's also an overthinker, someone who lets some of the littlest things bother her while not actually confronting those who are the source of this. It's not like she's incapable of doing just that, but when she considers all avenues and allows her own mind to work against her, she ends up in a worse mental state than she was before the self-doubt occurred int he first place.

Upbringing

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Whether it was in Moscow or Salem, growing up as Dmitiri Zima’s child always came with its pros and cons. Of course, the wealth and only the highest quality of living were available to every child of Dmitri and Natalia Zima, there was also a drawback of there being constant rumors of the famed Zima Family being involved in criminal activity. Though never proven by any law enforcement agencies, it had cast a shadow of uncertainty. This was the case when they left Moscow for other business ventures in the United States of America, specifically a growing, bustling city-like town of Salem, Illinois. There, the rumors kept on swirling and swirling like cotton candy.

As their roots were planted in Salem’s rich soil, Eva grew up relatively ignorant. The rumors that were once surrounding the Zima family had come and gone. At times, whispers resurfaced about Dmitri’s business practices and how he was sneaking money from his investors, but Eva had tuned that out. It wasn’t she didn’t believe it, but after a while, she chose to ignore that side of her father. In her eyes, he was just daddy to her. Besides, the number of times the rumors came up, it hardly seemed to be worth the effort. She just lived her life, going to high school as a normal high school girl in Salem.

While that side of her life was obviously normal, the way her homelife unraveled was another story. She had many siblings and each had their strengths and weaknesses. None had more of an impact on her like her eldest sister, Kat. She is, by every right, a beacon of what a father wanted in his daughter: strong, confident, and ambitious. And in this case, it was the daughter that ended up being the most like him. Though she was happy her father had someone to mold (lord knew her brothers weren’t exactly like that) into his image, Eva felt somewhat insignificant to her sister. It was as though Kat was created to fit their father and Eva was the same for their mother, but somehow the confidence was left out for Eva. you see, though Eva has interest in going into the cosmetic industry, which was evident when she announced her majors for Salem University, she lacked a certain drive that one looks in someone else who might want to take over an entire cosmetics line, such as the one that Fairy Queen Cosmetics specializes in.

And therein lays the problem. It also produces the story of Evangeline Sofia’s life. She is every bit the young woman her mother was when she was her age: beautiful, taking initiative, but the one thing that she seemed to be lacking was the confidence. Whether this was because she had been overshadowed by Kat or something different entirely, it cannot be denied that Eva is not the ideal candidate to take over Fairy Queen. And yet, she aims to prove everyone wrong. But how? That is the million-dollar question that Eva will spend her life trying to figure the answer to and hopefully, with a bit of luck, make her parents proud of her.

Misc

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Eva lives at the Zima Mansion on 13201 Glen Oaks.

^{Character Color: Sandy Brown/#F4A460 | Face Claim: Dianna Agron}

The Sands of Time

^{LOCATION — The Edge Nightclub
INTERACTING WITH — Zeke @Prosaic
MENTIONS — Eva
TIME — 11:45 PM}

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The Edge seemed to gain some rather impatient momentum in the past five minutes or so. Among the pushy club-goers were some that Colin recognized. There were a couple that he remembered just got out of Salem Penitentiary and were out on parole. Their faces were those that you would remember after first arresting them. They were non-violent offenders, so Colin had no real reason to worry about them causing any trouble, though it didn't set his mind to rest entirely.

Colin leaned back against the bar countertop, his upper-back planted firmly against the smooth wood. He gave the club a quick scan, seeing the faces of the younger Salem crowd letting loose after an obviously-difficult day (or so Colin assumed). Who knew what sort of day they had. For all he knew, they could just be the sort of people that frequented the club scene so much that they let loose any chance they could get. Colin himself, as well as Zeke, weren't such people. In fact, this was Colin's first time in weeks that he was actually able to relax. His secondary job - the one that he, if at all possible - would like to avoid thinking about.

And to no fault of his own, Zeke asked about that very job; even if Zeke didn't know it, that very question was centered around his alternative means of employment. Around the same time, Colin's phone vibrated against his right pant leg. Just to ease his mind, he took it out. The name of the contact that had sent him that text was enough for Colin to grimace with disgust. And enough for him to swiftly put his phone back into his pocket without even checking what it said. In his mind, at that very moment, he had very little interest in what it said.

Instead, Colin would swiftly answer Zeke's question. "It sucked, which is why I'm ordering us another drink." Colin waved at the bartender. A different one than the Zima girl brought them another round of rum and coke. Colin shrugged and slid Zeke his second drink. "Let's see if you can handle your liquor, little brother!" Colin gave Zeke a teasing smirk, downing his second glass in an effortless swig. Once done, he set it down, no doubt noticing that Zeke was a slow drinker,

Colin scanned the dancefloor once more, his eyes going from one corner to the other. He was growing weary looking at the same people. Some randoms who were trying to make themselves look important as they tried to impress whoever it was that had been nearby was, if nothing else, tiring for an already-irritated Colin Brady. Seeing their idiotic faces made him want to puke. It certainly wasn't the second glass of rum he just drank. He knew how to handle his liquor, though he found himself viewing his brother's visage briefly. He smiled at him before speaking.

"So, got anyone special in your life, bro? And I don't mean family. I am referring to romantic interests."

Shuffle your music player and post the first 10 songs

_{Wish I Knew You (Single Mix) — The Revivalists — Men Amongst Mountains
Go Fuck Yourself — Two Feet — First Steps
It's Strange — Louis The Child (feat. K. Flay) — FiFa 16 Original Soundtrack
Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) — My Chemical Romance — Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys
Somewhere I Belong — Linkin Park — Meteora
Situations — Escape the Fate — Dying is Your Latest Fashion
Never Too Late — Three Days Grace — One X
Feather — Meg Myers — Sorry
Dangerous — Big Data (feat. Joywave) — 2.0
Horns — BKAYE & Bryce Fox — Heaven On Hold}

Cloud Chasers | First Book: Casting Stones Upon the Glass Sky |[ Invite Only ]|

Oh shit. I totally forgot to say something here.

So, uh...

Something.

Digimon Story: Project F [Closed]

@Renny
I'd just like to say that I don't think we were in a rut, but that is your right, so I won't fight you on your decision. It was fun while it lasted, so thanks for the fun!