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Name: Adrian Marks
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Abilities: Adrian can create ink from his fingertips, and whatever he draws with this ink becomes real. That being said, if he draws a gun on paper, it will still be made of paper, and thus not work. Things that move take more energy for him to keep as a real object and not a drawing.
Personality: Adrian is a very nervous boy, he doesn't exactly fear everyone, but he isn't very comfortable around most of them. He is shy and keeps to himself,m most of his words are spoken in his head and he isn't good at asking for anything, even help. Something he ends up needing more often then not...Despite all this, Adrin wishes only to be selfless, he is the kind to help others more then himself.
Appearance: Adrian is a small, pale and thin boy, in one word, sickly. He has white hair that trails all the way down to his knees, and limbs that seem to perpetually shiver. His eyes are an odd red, piercing his nearly blank features with colour.
Bio: A boy who was often sick, he was often hospitalized, before he was just like any other child, with black hair and brown eyes, but eventually through what seemed like simple illnesses, he became what he is today, his body seemed to change and morph, from the inside out, giving him his odd abilities, and his striking appearance, his parents tried to hold onto hope, as he was their youngest, and what they thought only possible child. But when the second son came about, he seemed to be cared for less and less, he was withdrawn from the hospital, and sent to the orphanage, as his parents still didn't have the heart to completely abandon him.
Uh, bumpe
I did the posting thing.

Yay me.
Elaine was caught off guard when a hand landed itself on her head, her humming came to a dead stop and she looked back over her shoulder to see who was now speaking to her, she hadn't talked to this person before, but so far her seemed...safe. she was about to respond to his question with something probably a tad too proud for someone so young, but the lady who fell from the sky came along and whispered some darkness into his ear, which he threw back at her immediately. Elaine shrank away from him after that, perhaps he would rather not bother with her at the moment..."Mhmmm, I won't be far..." she replied to Feress, still looking at Lyari while she said it. She felt a bit for him, as if something was bothering him, but she doubted she could do or say much of anything to help.

Dusk watched but did not really partake in all the conversation and contact going on about the group, he liked to learn about people when they spoke, it was an interesting character study. Eventually his eyes came to rest on the obstacle ahead, a wispy form of what he assumed was a town, it was shrouded by a gassy veil, which as far as Dusk could tell, while a bit obvious, was probably not a good sign. He looked over to their "leader" and listened to his thoughts on how to proceed, "I am stepping forward, watching someones back is something I have experience with." he walked until he was shoulder to shoulder with Ansen, waiting for him to either give more specific instruction, or advance.
Coming this summer: Nytema4re 2; the return of Nytem4re!
I feel I SHOULD be posting...

Thought dont know how much I WANT to be posting.
Ah finals...I will be having mine In not terrible long...thanks for reminding me.

If I could grimace sarcastically to you all I would...
'Dusk had taken up a position nearer to the front of the group, he wanted to be ready for anything attacking head on, and while he understood each person was here for a reason, he didn't feel they could all protect themselves...His job, and goal, was to make sure everybody in the group got out of any situation unscathed, his 'face' was as stoic as always (as it had no other option), it had a bland smile painted on it, and it seemed to have eyes of supreme caution. He was caught up in his own thoughts, not yet partaking in any conversation, yet his presence didn't seem to be a secluded one, anyone was open to strike up some words with him, and he would not mind.

Elaine almost bounced along instead of walked, she was looking repeatedly from place to place, thing to thing, face to face. She still didn't really know all the people in the group, and looking at them closer made her a tad more comfortable. She was tempted very often to start asking questions here and there to Feress (whom she seemed to has stuck herself to) but she felt with all she wanted to ask, she would just be pestering him, and maybe he might not be so keen on his decision to let her tag along. She hummed to herself a very offbeat and inconsistent toon as her big bright eyes continued to absorb information from all different angles.
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Alex watched as the much more stoic member of the conversation said his piece and walked away to his own devices. "Yes, I don't know about that..." the scruffy man said, regarding the heat, "A drink sounds wonderful, thank you!" he said. He looked to the beds to see how many were still open, he didn't really mind where his bed was, as long as it wasn't near the windows, waking up to sunlight wasn't his thing. "I go by Alex, or 'Faust' if we are being 'heroes'" he gave what he thought was a warm smile, but most likely, came off a bit more like a spider awkwardly crawling on two legs. He began taking off his scarf and overcoat, an odd attire for a man complaining of heat to have still been wearing this long, he sighed with relief when the extra layers where off his body. "Water would be optimal I would think" he said over with a slight chuckle to 'Prophet' he tucked his clothes under his arm and picked his luggage back up. "Thank you very much by the way..." he commented with a sideways glance, as he made his way to claim a bed.

After choosing a bed, at seemingly random. He placed his belongings ontop the covers and sat down with an audible "humpf", crossing his legs and looking about the place, the same odd smile was plastered on his lips, and didn't look like it was going to crawl away any time soon.
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