Fumari

Torn Across the Rift

Name: Ryann Bowers “Rye Bread” (a nickname bestowed upon her by her brothers)

Age: 20

Gender: Who even knows??? (Responds to female pronouns)

Species: Bird-human-mutation.

World of Origin:

Limbo

Ryann is originally from a world most often referred to as Limbo. If were to be compared to any other world, it would most likely resemble an odd but mysterious mix of Wonderland, Neverland, and a post-apocalyptic present time, all mashed up with a bundle of deadly abominations, and evenly divided over three major islands. The scenery is mostly green, aside from a few spots of ruins or other odd structures (think Scottish highlands). Technology isn’t all there, but medicine and hygiene have made their way just fine.

The wild life and people are quite similar to the ones on earth, but occasionally have odd “mutations”. These could vary from a weird array of freckles to an entire extra set of functioning limbs to suddenly being able to set things on fire with your mind. The creatures there are even worse, often resembling things from nightmares. The peaceful beings living there call them static, and try their best to stay away from them. It might not be the most peaceful of worlds to belong to, but it can be downright magical at times, and is full of all sorts of unpredictable wonders.

Are you a member of TRIDENT? -
Nope.

Are you one of those seemingly normal people?
Nope. Not on Earth, at least.

Appearance:

General appearance

Ryann is a small, compact person, standing barely 5’4 and tipping the scale at 110lbs, most of which is very lean muscle. Her general appearance is very androgynous, with short chopped red hair, a square jaw and very pale, rosy skin that is covered in little pale freckles. Her eyes, which people often call black, are actually a very dark brown. Her more unusual trait is a pair of small wings on her back, which fully extend at about 2ft. She can usually be seen wearing skinny jeans and button-ups, preferably with boots of some sort, though she is occasionally fond of dresses and fancier shoes. (Most of her tops have holes sewn into them for her wings).

Abilities:
- Ryann is able to read the winds, and can essentially ride them like a kite. Her wings help with balance and steering.
She use to be able to call the wind to her in Limbo, but somehow, it just doesn’t work that way on Earth.
- Her wings are able to mimic the pattern and shape of any bird she’s seen the feathers of before. The process is a bit painful,
and takes a few minutes to complete, but the variety of wings helps with steering through specific obstacles.
- She has a minor healing factor—minor flesh wounds and sprains should heal completely in about 24 hours, and anything further
from that (that is not mortal) would take about 1/3 of the time it normally would. Scarring still remains.
- She can talk to birds, and is good at talking them into doing dumb stuff.
- A heightened sense of balance and agility.

Skills:
- Basic outdoor survival skills.
- Knows how to hunt and fish.
- Has a very good memory for directions and locations that she’s been to.
- Knows how to make some boss ass cookies.
- Good at working with what she has. Very innovative.

Strengths:
- Speed and reflexes. Very difficult to catch.
- Overly observant and a bit noise sensitive.
- Has a temper hidden somewhere and can act very stubborn.
- Can take quite a beating before it gets to be too much. Built very sturdily.

Weaknesses:
- Can be careless and clumsy sometimes.
- Doesn’t like stressful situations and can get overwhelmed easily.
- Isn’t horribly strong herself, and never formally learned how to defend herself.
Anyone trained in basic combat could easily take her down if they got their hands on her.
- Her ability to ride the wind, obviously, requires there to be a breeze. No wind, no power, no flight.
Even a small breeze will do, although it might not take her as far, it’s still ride-able.

Equipment Requests:
- A light knapsack with basic survival gear, and a sleeping bag.
- Pocket knives, and a lot of em. She likes to hide the suckers under her clothing.
- A couple of sketchbooks and some nice pencils.

- Although she didn’t mean to drag him along, in her possession currently is a giant stone crab (about the size of a basketball)
named Roach. He can mimic the color and texture of any object he’s touching.

this is what a rock crab looks like

History:

Click me yo

Ryann was born somewhere on the coasts of Limbo, but after losing her parents at 4, was raised by a man named Raphael alongside two older boys, Felix and Emery. None of the children were related to Raphael, and yet somehow he’d come a parent and all of them slowly became a family of sorts. Ryann spent the early years of her childhood mostly trailing after her older brothers and getting into plenty of trouble with them. It was an adventurous childhood that kept her curious and cautious, and always wanting to explore more. You might think this dangerous in such a monster-filled world, but with her brothers alongside her, the three never faced anything they couldn’t handle. They were practically inseparable since the age of 8.

A little after Ryann turned 10, she began to mutate for the first time. Her brother’s had already long acquired odd traits at the hands of Limbo, so they helped her adjust when her wings suddenly began to sprout from her back, and then again when the winds suddenly swept her off a cliff then twenty feet into the air, like a loose sail caught in a strong gale. It was an adventure, one she’d obviously found a bit more frightening than others, but just as fun.

As the three siblings got older, they began to adventure in their own directions, often only joining one another for meals or when asked. It wasn’t that they were growing distant, but more than they were growing independent, and more willing to brave Limbo on their own. That is exactly what Ryann was doing, the day that the rift appeared. She had Roach with her that day, forced to bring him along after he threw a fit about her leaving. Something was bugging him, and she hadn’t a clue what it was, so she quietly tucked him away in her bag and let him come along to calm his nerves. She was on one of the steepest ridges towards the coasts, playing on the winds like she often did before dropping into a thick pine tree for a rest.

She only briefly remembers hearing a strange screeching, like large chunks of metal being thrown into an oversized blender and left to ride the distorting winds. It startled her, sure as heck, but not soon enough before a giant dark spot in the sky ripped wide and pulled her in.

Personality: Very energetic and curious, to the point that nothing is off limits once it catches her attention. Being both friendly and open minded, Ryann has never had trouble getting along with others. She’s stubborn at times, and doesn’t trust other’s knowledge of word without proof that they know what they’re doing. She can be cautious when the situation calls for it, and has a good eye for detail. If she’s asked to help with something, she most likely will, and with honest effort; however, she doesn’t enjoy outright dangerous endeavors, and would rather stay neutral during conflicts. She’s crappy at remembering names, and often gives out odd nicknames whenever she can’t quite recall someone’s name.

Torn Across the Rift

@pomme de terre

Pff, thanks. Our babes are so few.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

@HHShetland

Ah, yeah. That's fine dude. I'm sorry, I forgot about the timeskip.

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

I'm excited for this to get rolling. So many birds.

~~~The Harlequin's Shadow ~~~ A Supernatural Circus

Barlow had finished up his performances much earlier than the rest of the crew, having been one of the first acts of the day, and had now reverted to wandering the tents with his cockatiel, Beans. The little fella had been restless all evening, and to tell the truth, Barlow was beginning to feel the same. He assumed it had something to do with the harlequin, as nothing else seemed to bring a chill to the air quite like this. The Keeper should have felt it too, no doubt, and probably knew the reasoning for it too, he thought a bit bitterly.

Despite agreeing to stay loyal to that man, Barlow still had problems with the amount of secrecy surrounding his current boss. He knew that it would continue to bother for probably the rest of the life he spent here, seeing as the Keeper was never inclined to share his secrets. It always left Barlow feeling bitter and cheated, like he deserved some sort of answer, but all he ever seemed to receive were backwards and roundabout comments and orders.

“Right on time, I suppose.” Barlow spoke lightly, and grinned sarcastically after catching sight of a small paper bird fluttering over the tents. It dipped and rose with the light breeze before eventually diving in his direction. The little creature landed on his shoulder, opposite of Beans, who seemed to dislike the little buggers almost as much as Barlow. He didn’t need to give the origami bird too much attention to understand the orders being given—they’d be going out tonight, to fight. He wanted to feel annoyed, or used, but all he really felt in his gut now was excitement.

“Almost time for the real show to start, eh, Beans?” Barlow smiled but didn’t turn to the bird, who had now crossed over to his other shoulder and promptly began tearing up the intruding paper bird with his tiny talons.

~ ~ ~

Tonight had been quite the lively night, at least for Faris, who was currently caked in frills and makeup while he sat at the side of one of the smaller tents, attempting to catch a break and enjoy the cooler evening air. In his lap sat a pair of tiny kiwi birds, both looking as happy to be outside as he was. He loved performing yes, almost more than he enjoyed air in his lungs, but even nights like these, where the tents were packed fuller than the bags of popcorn served, usually left the younger clown a little tuckered out.

“Mm, today was a good show, guys.” He talked joyfully to his little birds while feeding them little handfuls of birdseed that he often carried with him. He’d munch on it ever now and again too, but mainly kept it as a treat for his kiwi. “But we’ve gotta work on our steps. They were lookin’ a little sloppy.” He commented with a harder tone, and at that, both of the little birds in his lap stopped munching seeds and looked up at him. Their faces didn’t appear to give much emotion, but Faris seemed to be able to understand their body language perfectly clear. “Don’t look at me like that. It’s cause you ate too much popcorn earlier, isn’t it, Roger!” he shouted accursedly, though, all three knew he wasn’t honestly that mad. He loved his little kiwi birds like family, and knew they’d work harder if he asked them to.
The three of them just sat there and munched away at bird seen for a while then, enjoying their respite and watching the guests as they moved through the tents. Then, eventually, one of the tiny paper birds that Faris knew to answer to Yulio fluttered down beside his feet. It hopped around in the grass for a few moments before finally climbing into his lap beside Roger and Dodger. Neither of the little kiwi seemed to pay it any mind, and Faris only briefly smiled at it with the understanding of what it meant.

“We’re goin’ out tonight, boys!” he said excitedly, already feeling himself fill back up with energy. They’d be hunting for the Harlequin, which meant they’d get to explore the city a bit. This was always an exciting chance for Faris, who loved seeing knew things. “We should find Yulio!” he spouted then, suddenly scooping the now three birds into his arms and popping up from the ground, and promptly headed towards the gates.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

@knighthawk

Julian didn’t try to suppress the frown that graced her lips after realizing she’d pronounced the professors name incorrectly, and made a mental note of how to properly say it later on. She didn’t want to come off as rude, at least, and not put in the effort. She followed the professor along quietly just as the remaining students began to disappear in other directions, her eyes catching a few as they scuttled off into buildings, but paid little attention as she focused on what the professor was saying.

“I have a pretty basic knowledge of computers, I suppose.” She began, actually thinking about how much she knew. She’d never had time to really tinker with computers much while living with her parents; her education was always top priority. “I’d mainly like to learn practical skills, actually.” She spoke up a bit more, general interest in her tone. Technology was an essential part of the world today, and as far as she was concerned, not understanding it could become a problem later on. That, and she’d heard a lot of fun things about online gaming, she thought and smirked subtly.

“Modern is perfect!” she couldn’t help herself from spouting the comment, but quickly caught herself. “Erm, I mean that, I’ve gotten a bit tired of rigid teaching methods. I’d be very interested in taking one of your classes.” She explain in a more polite tone. Despite sounding like the prim and proper lady that her parents evidently abandoned her as, she hoped to branch away from that way of life. She wanted to have a bit of fun, honestly.

~ ~ ~

@HHShetland

“Mm, true. Fate is a fickle lady.” Daisy nodded, understanding a bit of where he was coming from. She’d never been raised to believe in any specific religion, but her mother was a very spiritual person, and a lot of that seemed to rub off on her from a young age. The opossum girl smiled and bounced Sumat’s name around in her head, along with his accent, and tried her best to remember it, not that she thought it’d be much trouble, being as unique to her vocabulary as it was.

She nodded again when he made a comment on her own name, which was a correct. Not many people could tell at first glance, thanks to her white hair and odd features, but she was Italian on her father’s side. The only true sign she held of her heritage was her naturally tanned skin. Just as she opened her mouth to answer, though, Trey swept through with an introduction, and then just as quickly, a farewell as he left to take care of his luggage. He was kind enough to give a handshake and a brief wave before leading, however, so Daisy didn’t much mind. She hoped they meet up later on as well, if only for a chance to see a familiar face around campus.

After Trey’s leave, Daisy turned to Sumat with another soft smile. “Would you like to get some lunch?” she offered, feeling a bit hungry herself. She’d finally managed to talk to someone here, and was completely ready to let the conversation die before she got to know the other mutant. Besides, it seemed like a good chance for them both to find the cafe here on campus.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

Working on replies currently. Just a heads up though, Julian is a new babe, so if her personality seems off from what I wrote in her sheet, that's why. Might need to update her, if that's possible. :U

Torn Across the Rift

I really hope there is still space to jump in, because this looks like a hoot.

Name: Ryann Bowers “Rye Bread” (a nickname bestowed upon her by her brothers)

Age: 20

Gender: Who even knows??? (Responds to female pronouns)

Species: Bird-human-mutation.

World of Origin:

Limbo

Ryann is originally from a world most often referred to as Limbo. If were to be compared to any other world, it would most likely resemble an odd but mysterious mix of Wonderland, Neverland, and a post-apocalyptic present time, all mashed up with a bundle of deadly abominations, and evenly divided over three major islands. The scenery is mostly green, aside from a few spots of ruins or other odd structures (think Scottish highlands). Technology isn’t all there, but medicine and hygiene have made their way just fine.

The wild life and people are quite similar to the ones on earth, but occasionally have odd “mutations”. These could vary from a weird array of freckles to an entire extra set of functioning limbs to suddenly being able to set things on fire with your mind. The creatures there are even worse, often resembling things from nightmares. The peaceful beings living there call them static, and try their best to stay away from them. It might not be the most peaceful of worlds to belong to, but it can be downright magical at times, and is full of all sorts of unpredictable wonders.

Are you a member of TRIDENT? -
Nope.

Are you one of those seemingly normal people?
Nope. Not on Earth, at least.

Appearance:

General appearance

Ryann is a small, compact person, standing barely 5’4 and tipping the scale at 110lbs, most of which is very lean muscle. Her general appearance is very androgynous, with short chopped red hair, a square jaw and very pale, rosy skin that is covered in little pale freckles. Her eyes, which people often call black, are actually a very dark brown. Her more unusual trait is a pair of small wings on her back, which fully extend at about 2ft. She can usually be seen wearing skinny jeans and button-ups, preferably with boots of some sort, though she is occasionally fond of dresses and fancier shoes. (Most of her tops have holes sewn into them for her wings).

Abilities:
- Ryann is able to read the winds, and can essentially ride them like a kite. Her wings help with balance and steering.
She use to be able to call the wind to her in Limbo, but somehow, it just doesn’t work that way on Earth.
- Her wings are able to mimic the pattern and shape of any bird she’s seen the feathers of before. The process is a bit painful,
and takes a few minutes to complete, but the variety of wings helps with steering through specific obstacles.
- She has a minor healing factor—minor flesh wounds and sprains should heal completely in about 24 hours, and anything further
from that (that is not mortal) would take about 1/3 of the time it normally would. Scarring still remains.
- She can talk to birds, and is good at talking them into doing dumb stuff.
- A heightened sense of balance and agility.

Skills:
- Basic outdoor survival skills.
- Knows how to hunt and fish.
- Has a very good memory for directions and locations that she’s been to.
- Knows how to make some boss ass cookies.
- Good at working with what she has. Very innovative.

Strengths:
- Speed and reflexes. Very difficult to catch.
- Overly observant and a bit noise sensitive.
- Has a temper hidden somewhere and can act very stubborn.
- Can take quite a beating before it gets to be too much. Built very sturdily.

Weaknesses:
- Can be careless and clumsy sometimes.
- Doesn’t like stressful situations and can get overwhelmed easily.
- Isn’t horribly strong herself, and never formally learned how to defend herself.
Anyone trained in basic combat could easily take her down if they got their hands on her.
- Her ability to ride the wind, obviously, requires there to be a breeze. No wind, no power, no flight.
Even a small breeze will do, although it might not take her as far, it’s still ride-able.

Equipment Requests:
- A light knapsack with basic survival gear, and a sleeping bag.
- Pocket knives, and a lot of em. She likes to hide the suckers under her clothing.
- A couple of sketchbooks and some nice pencils.

- Although she didn’t mean to drag him along, in her possession currently is a giant stone crab (about the size of a basketball)
named Roach. He can mimic the color and texture of any object he’s touching.

this is what a rock crab looks like

History:

Click me yo

Ryann was born somewhere on the coasts of Limbo, but after losing her parents at 4, was raised by a man named Raphael alongside two older boys, Felix and Emery. None of the children were related to Raphael, and yet somehow he’d come a parent and all of them slowly became a family of sorts. Ryann spent the early years of her childhood mostly trailing after her older brothers and getting into plenty of trouble with them. It was an adventurous childhood that kept her curious and cautious, and always wanting to explore more. You might think this dangerous in such a monster-filled world, but with her brothers alongside her, the three never faced anything they couldn’t handle. They were practically inseparable since the age of 8.

A little after Ryann turned 10, she began to mutate for the first time. Her brother’s had already long acquired odd traits at the hands of Limbo, so they helped her adjust when her wings suddenly began to sprout from her back, and then again when the winds suddenly swept her off a cliff then twenty feet into the air, like a loose sail caught in a strong gale. It was an adventure, one she’d obviously found a bit more frightening than others, but just as fun.

As the three siblings got older, they began to adventure in their own directions, often only joining one another for meals or when asked. It wasn’t that they were growing distant, but more than they were growing independent, and more willing to brave Limbo on their own. That is exactly what Ryann was doing, the day that the rift appeared. She had Roach with her that day, forced to bring him along after he threw a fit about her leaving. Something was bugging him, and she hadn’t a clue what it was, so she quietly tucked him away in her bag and let him come along to calm his nerves. She was on one of the steepest ridges towards the coasts, playing on the winds like she often did before dropping into a thick pine tree for a rest.

She only briefly remembers hearing a strange screeching, like large chunks of metal being thrown into an oversized blender and left to ride the distorting winds. It startled her, sure as heck, but not soon enough before a giant dark spot in the sky ripped wide and pulled her in.

Personality: Very energetic and curious, to the point that nothing is off limits once it catches her attention. She’s stubborn at times, and doesn’t trust other’s knowledge of word without proof that they know what they’re doing. She can be cautious when the situation calls for it, and has a good eye for detail. If she’s asked to help with something, she most likely will, and with honest effort; however, she doesn’t enjoy outright dangerous endeavors, and would rather stay neutral during conflicts. She’s crappy at remembering names, and often gives out odd nicknames whenever she can’t quite recall someone’s name.

A Wolf's Love

@CallaLily

Lucio - About half way to Moonlit Manor

They were maybe half way to the manor before Rhea met them, making both the Lucio and Draco pause their feet. He wasn’t sure how she always managed it, but Lucio had to admit that when there was a pup involved, that woman could travel at speeds he didn’t even want to attempt reaching. He hadn’t even the chance to catch her scent before she was crouched beside her son.

Draco himself was currently wearing one of his brighter smiles, his little canines displayed proudly. “Rhea!” the little wolf spouted excitedly, already diving into her for a hug. “We’re going to the moon house.” He said happily. Behind him, Lucio smirked, but it quickly fell after Rhea spoke again.

“Yeah, I smelt it.” Lucio grumbled irritably, though if you knew him any, you could tell that it was pure concern written into his posture. The fact that he could smell his pack, his alpha, on the move… and then that other scent. Something was beginning to stir, and it left the older wolf feeling uneasy.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I should.” Lucio grumbled, snapping back to the situation at hand and tossing the woman an apologetic smile. He knew she didn’t mind taking care of Draco any, but he still felt like he was just dumping him on her sometimes.

“But dad, what about our lunch.” The young wolf interjected with a slight pout, raising their lunchbox above his head as a solid reminder. He didn’t want his dad to miss lunch in the garden.

“I’ll be back in time for lunch, don’t worry buddy.” Lucio reassured, “You get a head start, bud, and be good for Rhea.” He called, though, he didn’t expect the boy to be troublesome. Even at his worse, the kid could never be considered a brat. After a quick hug from the young wolf, the elder quickly began in the direction he last smelt his pack leader.

A Wolf's Love

@ViolentViolet

Mn, alright. Hopefully everything comes out even and works right.