Marlowe

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Anyone want to interact with Soren before I post again?

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@Leolycan Oh my god, what happened? D:

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@Leolycan Are you okay now?

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Garrett Fisher

It appeared that he had gotten on the woman's nerves. Garrett's eyes flashed again, scowling at the stranger angrily. There was tension crackling between them, and he did not like it one bit. Who did she think she was, storming in, asking him to sit down, and then asking about his personal life? And then she went and slammed the empty mug of hot chocolate on the table, almost breaking it in the process. She even went so far as to say that she punched a guy fifteen feet across a room and through a window. He perked up. Did that mean that she had powers, too?

Yet, that didn't give her a basis to speak to him that way. "What are you getting at?" Garrett growled darkly, not bothering to drink his coffee any longer as he glared at her.

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Garrett Fisher

Surprisingly, the woman before him kept her cool at his biting remark. Garrett narrowed his eyes at Vicki, grinding his teeth together as he noticed that she was observing her. What was she looking at? Did he really look like that much of a piece of crap? He was half-tempted to peer into the window to see if he could catch his reflection. Maybe his hair was standing up, or there was a booger up his nose. He felt his cheeks begin to heat up-- it wasn't often that someone had looked at him so intently.

At her question, he gave a lazy shrug. "Got wasted. Went to bed late. Woke up early." he answered almost immediately. Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn that he saw his shadow laugh at him. He tapped his foot more rapidly as he realized that his shadow, or shadows, were beings that could act on their own accord. He knew that they didn't skirt around the room simply because it was risky. "Any more questions?"

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@TheWinchester4 We can finish that up. :)

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Thing is, I think we're going to skip to Matt and Liam's place so everyone stops roaming around. So everyone, start making your way over there ASAP.

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There go my new charries, Soren and Corine. >_> Anyone who's wandering the streets can approach Soren.

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Corine + Soren

It was a lazy morning. The sun filtered through the swaying curtains, streaking down to illuminate the cream-colored carpet floors. A light breeze skirted around the small room, the sound of the curtains clinkering together disturbing the russet-haired woman from her beloved sleep. Her crimson eyes cracked open to reveal blurred vision, and a loud yawn came forth from her lips. What time is it? she wondered, her gaze flickering towards the nearby clock. It was only noon... yet, her stomach growled loudly, waking her up even further. Corine yawned again, flipping her aching body towards the other figure that lined the corner of her bed. The man's sides rose and fell evenly, and she realized that her companion was still asleep. She tapped him roughly on the shoulder. "Wake up," she barked, furrowing her brow.

The man didn't even stir. His bare sides continued to rise and fall, ignoring her command.

Corine grumbled a curse under her breath. "I said get up, you lazy oaf!" she cried out with frustration, kicking the body over the corner of the bed. It was then that the man cried out with shock as his body hit the floor, making a light thump against the carpet. The red-haired woman crawled over to the corner, peering down at the man stretched out on the ground. She grinned deviously, sticking out her tongue at his confused expression. "I'm hungry."

"Corine..." the man groaned, rubbing his greasy hair as he looked up at her with a crooked grin. "Could've done it a better way that that."

"What? Are you kidding me? I'm not going to do that kinda stuff before eating!" Corine growled. "You're such a pig."

Soren grinned further. "But I'm your pi-" Before he could even finish his sentence, a pillow caught him in the face. A grumble escaped him as he rubbed his head again, eyeing the woman as she got dressed before him.

"Come on, get dressed and go out and get something to eat," the woman commanded, glaring at his expression as she pulled on her pants.

The young man sighed, reaching towards his shirt which had been discarded across the room. He pulled that on, along with his pants, and lazily fixed his hair in the mirror. Soren really didn't feel like going out so early, but if he didn't, he would get his head chewed off by his bedmate. That, and he probably wouldn't get any more action for the rest of the day. Turning back towards Corine, he held out his hand and wiggled his fingers. "Cash? 'M not paying for all of your meals."

Corine rolled her eyes and buried around her pockets for money. She pulled out a crumbled ten-dollar bill and threw it at him. "Just go to the McDonald's next to that diner place. We ate there yesterday."

"But of course, your highness," Soren murmured, picking up the money, which had fallen to the floor, and making his way out of the room. After checking that he had all his belongings, along with the money that Corine gave him, he left his small apartment and stepped out into the sun.

Times sure had changed in Darkwell. Murders, muggings... it wasn't the same as before. Then again, he was pretty sure that it wasn't ever going to be the same when Corine had discovered that she could bring down an axe on him whenever she so wished. Soren was surprised to see that he had powers as well. Wind powers. And a sword. At first, he thought he was dreaming about being some sort of "Airbender" from that one show he used to watch when he was younger, but as soon as he began to get a knack for drinking and swordplay, he knew what had become of him.

Soren sighed as he made his way down the sun-stained street, shoving his hands into his pockets as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes. For a moment, he wondered if there were more people out there like him. It sure would be funny if he came across someone hopping all over the place like Riven.

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Soren Crawford

"I've always walked a lonely road, but it's never really bothered me."

Username: Ambra

Name: Soren Crawford

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Main: Yasuo

Appearance: Standing at 5'9", Soren has light brown hair and very light green eyes. His features are almost always set in a blank, empty expression, making him appear unapproachable or cold towards the world. Yet, little do people know, his features hardly ever get stained by an angry furrow of the brow or an upset frown.

True Appearance: In his true appearance, Soren is dressed in very light clothing as to provide maximum efficiency for his fighting style. A long, thin sword is always at his hip. Even though he appears like a simple swordsman, it seems that he is something much more than that.

Powers

Way of the Wanderer- Soren's body is shielded with a veil of wind. Once he is attacked, the shield is dispersed, leaving him vulnerable. He can regain the shield as he moves.

Steel Tempest- He thrusts his blade forward, penetrating even the thickest of armor. As he attacks using this ability, a howling storm of wind emits from his figure. When Soren wishes to do so, he can send out a whirlwind towards his enemies, knocking them up into the air.

Wind Wall- Soren can conjure a wall of wind to shield both his allies and himself.

Sweeping Blade- Skirting through the battlefield, one can hardly pin down Soren as he darts between enemies. As he does this, he can also knock people up with his whirlwinds.

Last Breath- Airborne enemies are nothing to Soren; using his blade, he sends them crashing down towards earth once more, causing massive damage.

Personality: Mellow and unenthusiastic, Soren would much rather stay to himself than stay together in a group. He is a loner, someone who wishes to be locked up in his room and watching television rather than go out to the movies. Yet, he is friendly and accepting of others, and will sometimes allow one or two people to stay in his company for long periods of time. If more than five people are around him, he gets rather anxious and will hardly talk. A good listener and observer, there is almost nothing that will escape his sights.

Unfortunately, Soren has a horrible drinking problem. He is hardly ever sober and spends most of his money on booze. Yet, unsurprisingly, it is extremely difficult to get drunk, and even though he is somewhat tipsy, it doesn't really impact his skills.

Short Biography: A native citizen of Darkwell, not much can be said about Soren Crawford. He is reclusive, so no one really saw him during school meetings or in pep rallies. No one has really ever seen him in movies or festivals, either. All they see him do is go to the local grocery store (where he works), bar, or video game shop. Then again, no one has really ever held out a hand to him, either.

He's lived a basic life; his mother and father have always worked and have always focused on that instead of him. Soren was bullied in school for being so quiet and shy, and so, he became slightly colder and disconnected with strangers. Video games and television became his life, and they still are. After moving out of his home and getting a new one closer to his job, his life follows the same principals: eat, sleep, work, play.

Well, not counting his new hobby, of course. After meeting a new friend at the local bar, he's more than often preoccupied with her-- not that he's really complaining.