Mcmolly

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

Aw man, now you've gone and spoiled the fact that John Cena is in the RP!

Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky (Full for the time being)

Well, on the bright side, tall-dark-and-shithead didn't seem to be getting on the snake-lady's good side. Served him right, calling the dead Youkai art like he was some sort of painter and not a complete psychopath. Then again, how would he react to her comment? Cinwi had come in offering help -albeit a tad naively- and the man had been on the verge of trying to fucking eat her. Maybe he was scared of her too, though, not that Cinwi would admit the lady unnerved her to no end.

And wouldn't you know it, the woman's gaze turned to her, and Cinwi couldn't help but jolt a bit when she was addressed. Come closer? Like hell she was gonna get anywhere near this lady. Then again, she didn't really have anywhere else to go, the house was surrounded by those massive snakes and something told her running would be a fairly unwise choice. So fuck it, she thought, going along with the lady's demands seemed undoubtedly to be the safest option.

Cinwi looked to the creep, unsure if the guy was going to lose it, before turning back to the lady and cautiously stepping forward. "D-don't try anything...I mean it..." she muttered to the woman, cursing herself for the stutter. Dammit Cinwi, you're not scared, you're not. If this freak went for the throat she'd get a face full of claw. Yeah, right.

When at last she was but a couple feet away, Cinwi came to a stop, deeming that close enough. She stood stiff as a board, arms frozen at her sides, as if with every inch she drew nearer to the lady turned her body to stone. Can't freeze ice, Cinwi, just don't lose focus and don't get caught off guard.

"Who are you?" she asked, eyes going to the snakes on the floor momentarily. What the actual fuck. Maybe she should have asked what the lady was instead.

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@KoL@Javier

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

A wave of relief rushed over her when the strong man let her go, and she brushed the dust off of her clothes with a smile on her face. A mental note was made to thank Filip once everything had settled down, another to get the bigger guy's name. He seemed like a good person, perhaps just frightened like all of them. As well, his little nicknames for them seemed to give the impression that he thought she was a boy. It wasn't worth correcting, really, and Shill didn't mind too much, it was just the way she looked. One day maybe she'd grow her hair out longer, or dress differently, but for the time being adventuring came before looks.

Shill's eyes lit up when she heard the distant voice from beyond the door. There was someone there after all! She made her way over to it, knocking her knuckles against the steel while the rails descended from above. At first she didn't put it together, perhaps they were just unsure of their situation, or maybe the rails were simply part of the environment.

"Hey! Can you hear us? We'd very much appreciate it if you could open the door!" she called, though it became clear that the effort was in vain. Well, not entirely, the doors did open, it was just that when they did they opened to the sound of something coming towards them. No, not just something, water, that was undeniably water, which would have been comforting and welcomed did it not sound as though it were in an absolutely massive quantity.

A pit formed in Shill's stomach, and while it never seemed like a piece of information she'd need while inside of a giant volcano, she found it becoming exponentially more important that she couldn't swim.

Whirling back around to her companions, she looked to the railing and took a deep breath. "Oh boy, I think we're gonna need to hold on tight, she said. Shill wrapped her arms around it and turned her back towards the door, she didn't want to get hit full force in the face by however much water would be hitting them.

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@ImNotADamnRobot@MonkeyBusiness

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

Something sparked deep down inside of Shill when the man snatched her up. She didn’t know what it was, but it was bred of fear and the urge to escape was quick to rush through her veins. Immediately she repressed it, the feeling was unnerving enough on its own without being let to grow. Was this a product of her arrival here, or had she always carried such troubling worries?

Her silence may very well have earned her a beating, but thankfully the slighter young man spoke up, trying to reason out the situation. Her hands went up open-palmed in surrender, and she hoped the sword’s presence at her side wouldn’t be seen as a threat. It was sheathed and she planned to keep it just so, especially against people, and especially against people who could likely be friends.

"He's right, I'm just as lost as you are, friend. No need to be breaking anyone's face just yet, promise," she said, offering a smile to the larger man. "What’re your names? Can’t hurt to know who we’re workin’ with.”

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@MonkeyBusiness@ImNotADamnRobot

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

Shill wiped her brow of the sweat forming there, dissatisfied with the lack of relief it offered. Her sleeves and pants had been rolled up to the midway, though she kept the scarf tight around her neck and stuffed down her shirt. Didn't want to risk burning it on anything in here, certainly didn't look like it would be too hard. Each step on the rocky ground sent heat through her soles, and every time she let her arms still the air would cling to them and make her sweat more. So she kept herself moving, if only slightly, bouncing on the balls of her feet, gently swaying her arms too and fro, and occasionally checking the pocket watch. Not for the time of course, she had no idea what time it was, but rather to see the seconds pass. One, two, three, four, right now the only relevant time was how long they'd be in this place.

Speaking of, she turned her attention from the door to her two companions, if they could be called as such. The larger was quite something, tall and well built, with plenty of jewelry dotting his skin. Shill couldn't bring herself to get piercings, something about needles, and yet here this man had so many. He must be brave, surely, she thought, and was happy to be allied with someone like him. At least for the time being, anyway.

The slighter one looked not too much older than herself. Shill couldn't help but admire his wardrobe, elegant and fancy. Were she not an errant soul, she might have liked to dress like that. Plus, his hair was colored, like her own, and she made a mental note to try the "brown and blonde" combination one day.

However they had more pressing matters to attend to, like the heat, the door, and their escape. While getting out as quickly as possible would be the preferable option, it was after all a door, and someone could very well be dwelling behind it. Provided they could charge it down, would they intrude on someone else? Or perhaps they'd discover something. Either way, the path back no longer appeared to be an option, so that left them only the door. Her lips pursed, hands resting on her hips as she cast a glance over her shoulder.

"Well fellas, whatcha think? Should we knock first? Wouldn't want to be rude or anything," she said, placing a hand upon the metal. As expected, it was hot, but her palm was covered by the leather bracer and spared her skin from being burned. "Definitely feels thick, like a vault. Maybe there's a lock somewhere?"

As she crouched down to inspect the door, Shill remembered her manners, smacking her forehead in embarrassment. "Sorry that's rude of me, all in a hurry and what not. I'm Shill, it's nice to meet you two. Do kinda wish it was under better circumstances though."

Shattering of Tranquility

Ciell tore through the halls on a bruised leg, doing the best to keep the blood of her now-open arm wound from spilling onto the floor. The students she'd been sparring with likely wouldn't take too well to her running off, and she was certain her mother would be very cross. After five rounds and an ill-thought-out punch, her bandaged arm had gotten worse, and the pain had been enough to make her realized she couldn't go on any further.

And so she ran, and fast at that despite the bruised leg. Her whole body was sore, she wasn't about to let one injury cripple her, and the arm wound could wait until she got back to her room. The lift was slow to arrive, and when at last it did and she stepped inside, the other students rounded the corner. Ciell knew they saw her, but they couldn't know what floor she'd be on, not off the top of their heads. If they searched, sure, they'd find her, but would they? The one's she'd beaten up might, but the others would likely give up, which if worse came to worse, would at least even the odds a tad more.

The doors opened to her floor, and some small part of her was relieved to see that no one was present for the moment. The last thing she needed was for someone to see her beaten and bruised, limping with a bloody arm. She hurried to her room and locked the door behind her, immediately going for the sink and peeling the bandages off of her skin. They came off red and sticky, but at least the arm was intact. What wounds the shattered monitor had caused were now much more open, bleeding from the trauma of its use. The water she ran it under stung, and before she could think to compose herself she half-screamed in pain. Her free hand flew to her mouth. No. No one, absolutely no one would hear her scream, not in agony. As she washed the wounds her whole body shook, but she kept her teeth clamped together and every slow whine of pain turned to bitter hisses. If she was going to expect guests, she'd need to be in presentable shape. Tomorrow when it would be safe to roam the halls, she'd go get stitches, but for tonight an extra layer of gauze would have to do. If it came down to it, she'd keep the arm close, and avoid using it at all.

Ciell sat down on the bed, breathless and sweating, both from the exhaustion and the pain. Her arm pulsed like a beacon, sending throbs of shock through her every few moments. But even while she stayed there, waiting for the potential second round of attack, she did not hate her opponents. She did not hate her mother, she did not hate the speaker over the intercom or the screens broadcasting her failure, she didn't even hate Hayden. Instead she focused all of that anger and contempt inward at herself, where it belonged, where it could be useful like a fuel. She began to wish for the other students to come, wished they would knock on her door and demand she open up to continue their rounds, because even though she was angry at herself, the outlet they would receive would be far worse than any internal struggle she endured. And so Ciell sat, watching the door, listening to the hallway for any footsteps or voices. Even if no one came, she would wait all god damn night.

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

Name: Shill

Sex: Female, doesn’t mind being mistaken for a boy though.

Age: 18

Appearance: Shill isn’t too tall, standing around 5’4, with an athletic build from a life of movement. She keeps her hair short, and only recently began to dye it from its original black to various other colors. Her eyes are a cheerful green, always alight with wonder and curiosity. Normally she keeps her clothes simple, with her staple being a violet scarf that never seems to leave her neck. Recently however she’s begun to don pieces of boiled leather armor, mostly around her forearms, shoulders and legs, to cement her adventurer status.

Ethnic: Irish/Italian

Personality: Shill is easy to excite and easy to befriend. She’d love to sit down and have a nice meal with just about anyone, and would certainly rather talk than fight. When she does fight however, she fights as herself. There is no façade, there is no vanishing of emotions, even in the heat of conflict she can’t bring herself to hate someone. Which leads into her “rule” so to speak. Though she wants to label herself a hero, she’s fairly confident she could never bring herself to kill a villain, or anyone really. To her there is no finality to death, killing creates more problems than it solves, not to mention the emotional toll it would have on her to take a life. So she avoids conflict when she can, but that doesn’t mean she’ll hesitate to settle a heated matter in the most civil way possible.

Background/History: In truth, Shill doesn’t remember much of her life before arriving in Aurora. What she gets are flashes; roving caravans and drifters settled around a fire at night and bits of songs often pervade her dreams.
That being said, she isn’t overly bothered by the situation, and rarely even thinks about it. Her focus is usually taken by the wonders of the world around her, and while she may not remember the place she came from, she knows it could never have been something quite so grand. So she worries about where she’ll go and who she’ll help next, excited for the adventures awaiting her in the world.

Goal/Desires: To help others, good or bad.

Powers:
—Flicker---(active)
Shill can momentarily vanish. Not merely become invisible, but quite literally disappear from the physical world. She retains her sense of space whilst gone, meaning that when she reappears she won’t be disoriented unless something had happened to the environment during her absence. At the present time, Shill can only “flicker” out of existence, vanishing for mere a blink before returning to the world.

—Warrior Spirit—(Passive)
While not an active ability, it does act as Shill’s primary in battle. The longer a fight lasts, the more her determination grows, gradually increasing her strength and stamina. It’s easy enough to tell when the ability kicks into gear, as her green eyes will slowly lose their color.

Note: Shill rarely utilizes Flicker, and in fact often actively avoids situations in which she may be required to use it. As such, her experience with the ability and the extents of what it can do are severely limited.

Equipment/Inventory: Standard clothes, no wallet, a pocket-watch that never seems to tell the right time, and a sword.

Mercy

Mercy:

The sword in question. Shill is quite sure she didn’t bring it with her when she arrived, but it was there when she woke up and has been with her ever since. The blade itself is roughly the length of her arm, and not much thicker. While its sides are sharp, the tip is flat and dulled. The handle section is separate from the rest of the sword, allowing the blade to rotate at will. It is most often kept sheathed and attached to her hip.

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

With the approval of @Gnar The Missing Link, will be moving updated Shill to the character list.

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

Also for consideration, while everyone else is postin' them.

Shill CS

Name: Shill

Sex: Female, doesn’t mind being mistaken for a boy though, considering it happens frequently enough.

Age: 18

Appearance: Shill isn’t too tall, standing around 5’4, with an athletic build from a life of movement. She keeps her hair short, and only recently began to dye it from its original black to various other colors. Her eyes are a cheerful green, always alight with wonder and curiosity. Normally she keeps her clothes simple, with her staple being a violet scarf that never seems to leave her neck. Recently however she’s begun to don pieces of boiled leather armor, mostly around her forearms, shoulders and legs, to cement her adventurer status.

Ethnic: Irish/Italian, not that she'd know.

Personality: Shill is easy to excite and easy to befriend. She’d love to sit down and have a nice meal with just about anyone, and would certainly rather talk than fight. When she does fight however, she fights as herself. There is no façade, there is no vanishing of emotions, even in the heat of conflict she can’t bring herself to hate someone. Which leads into her “rule” so to speak. Though she wants to label herself a hero, she’s fairly confident she could never bring herself to kill a villain, or anyone really. To her there is no finality to death, killing creates more problems than it solves, not to mention the emotional toll it would have on her to take a life. So she avoids conflict when she can, but that doesn’t mean she’ll hesitate to try and settle a heated matter in the most civil way possible.

Background/History: In truth, Shill doesn’t remember much of her life before arriving in Aurora. What she gets are flashes; roving caravans and drifters settled around a fire at night and bits of songs often pervade her dreams.
That being said, she isn’t overly bothered by the situation, and rarely even thinks about it. Her focus is usually taken by the wonders of the world around her, and while she may not remember the place she came from, she knows it could never have been something quite so grand. So she worries about where she’ll go and who she’ll help next, excited for the adventures awaiting her in the world.

Goal/Desires: To help others, good or bad.

Powers:
--Flicker--
Shill can momentarily vanish. Not merely become invisible, but quite literally disappear from the physical world. She retains her sense of space whilst gone, meaning that when she reappears she won’t be disoriented unless something had happened to the environment during her absence. At the present time, Shill can only “flicker” out of existence, vanishing for a blink before returning to the world.

Note: Shill rarely utilizes this power, and in fact often actively avoids situations in which she may be required to use it. As such, her experience with the ability and the extents of what it can do are severely limited.

Equipment/Inventory: Standard clothes, no wallet, a pocket-watch that never seems to tell the right time, and a sword.

Mercy

Mercy:

The sword in question. Shill is quite sure she didn’t bring it with her when she arrived, but it was there when she woke up and has been with her ever since. The blade itself is roughly the length of her arm, and not much thicker. While its sides are sharp, the tip is flat and dulled. The handle section is separate from the rest of the sword, allowing the blade to rotate at will. It is most often kept sheathed and attached to her hip.

Aurora, The Land of Twilight and Falsities

Hope I'm not too late, if there's still open slots I'd love to join in o/