^_^ Have fun searching for buried treasure in the Amazon jungle (which is what I will, for my own amusement, imagine you will be doing).I wish.
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Claiming shape-shifter/wolf-boy or something of the sort, will post CS after I get back from the middle of nowhere; In about four days time. Cause this looks interesting :)
I won't be able to accesses the internet for the next four days. I will be in the middle of nowhere with no internet, no cellphone reception, you get the picture.
Sorry if this is inconvenient, you could start and let me come in late. if that's at all helpful.
Advance notice: I won't be able to accesses the internet for the next four days. I will be in the middle of nowhere with no internet, no cellphone reception, you get the picture.
So I will come in late.
This is just a basic concept, so if I need to change anything let me know.
(I used a anime/sketch picture for Ark as finding a real girl with white hair proved to be tricky)
So here goes nothing………… (or everything I guess)
Only she has white hair, white as snow.
Name: Ark
Age At Death: 16
'Underworld' Age: 400-500 odd years.
Gender: Female
Personality: For the most part, Ark is emotionless, like she has no feelings, or like her feelings died. No sorrow, no happiness, no joy. The few feelings she does feel are extreme and often negative; her temper is like a volcano, it simmers quietly until something pushes her past the edge and she just blows her top. She is also reckless, pulling stunts, not feeling fear helps, but the rush of adrenalin is why she does it, it’s like there is feeling, even if that feeling is only adrenalin. The other emotion she sometimes shows is, strangely enough, kindness and compassion. Ark is also a tomboy and fighter to the core. She hates, hates being a girl and always has. Magic holds a morbid fascination for her. As does water. Water is the only thing she fears. She loves cats.
For Ark there is no such thing as ‘want’. There is need and don’t need.
Time is also pretty irrelevant to Ark. This is why even though she has been in the underworld for quite some time she has yet to rise past middle, or even to stay there.
Bio: Ark used to wish to the stars, but most of her wishes never came true. For that matter she used to sing to the stars as well. Ark lived in a bad time for girls. When she was small she was abused by her father, a man who was often drunk. By the time she was six he had got himself into massive amounts of debt, often for his drink, and so, in an effort to pay it off he sold Ark into slavery. A small, starved girl doesn’t sell for much so she was passed to and fro, being sold and sold again. Many of her Masters were violent, indulging in drink and women, much like her father, only with their money they could afford it. Through all that time, many years worth in fact, Ark’s only companion was a black cat. She had met this cat in a back alley, scrawny and starved, beaten, just like she was. People were superstitious back then and this cat was lucky not to have been drowned, it being black and all. Ark looked after the cat, feeding it, and giving it shelter, and it in turn looked after her, keeping her company and curling up with her at night for warmth. At thirteen Ark ran away from her current Master, fleeing through the villages, she joined a traveling band disguised as a boy, and her and the cat were happy; until someone accused her of being a witch, they had seen her singing under the stars, with her cat. On account of her having white hair, (she normally filled it with soot), a small birthmark on her lower back and a black cat ‘Familiar’, she was accused as a witch, and tried with the swimming test. She drowned in the lake and was then ruled innocent.
Ark had no name for her entire life, (another thing to add to her list of things marking her as a witch), and so, when waking up in the underworld, gasping and finding air rather than water, she named herself after the boat that withstood a global flood (also known as Noah's Ark) in the hope that it would dispel her fear of water, no such luck.
Agency: Wish
Class: Low
Name: Liam Nelson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bio: Liam is a normal boy, for the most part. He likes reading and gaming, hates school, is quite good at sports. Has a mum, dad, sister, and brother basically a normal family. Only he suffers from occasional bouts of amnesia, often forgetting where he was at a certain time. Aside from that, his childhood was pretty normal. He is hoping to study something interesting, quite what that is, however he does not know.
Job/Education: Uhhh… High School. (as I believe you call it.) Which one? Umm… no idea. Lets just say a high school for now.
Underworld
Only she has white hair, white as snow.
Name: Ark
Age At Death: 16
'Underworld' Age: 400-500 odd years.
Gender: Female
Personality: For the most part, Ark is emotionless, like she has no feelings, or like her feelings died. No sorrow, no happiness, no joy. The few feelings she does feel are extreme and often negative; her temper is like a volcano, it simmers quietly until something pushes her past the edge and she just blows her top. She is also reckless, pulling stunts, not feeling fear helps, but the rush of adrenalin is why she does it, it’s like there is feeling, even if that feeling is only adrenalin. The other emotion she sometimes shows is, strangely enough, kindness and compassion. Ark is also a tomboy and fighter to the core. She hates, hates being a girl and always has. Magic holds a morbid fascination for her. As does water. Water is the only thing she fears. She loves cats.
For Ark there is no such thing as ‘want’. There is need and don’t need.
Time is also pretty irrelevant to Ark. This is why even though she has been in the underworld for quite some time she has yet to rise past middle, or even to stay there.
Bio: Ark used to wish to the stars, but most of her wishes never came true. For that matter she used to sing to the stars as well. Ark lived in a bad time for girls. When she was small she was abused by her father, a man who was often drunk. By the time she was six he had got himself into massive amounts of debt, often for his drink, and so, in an effort to pay it off he sold Ark into slavery. A small, starved girl doesn’t sell for much so she was passed to and fro, being sold and sold again. Many of her Masters were violent, indulging in drink and women, much like her father, only with their money they could afford it. Through all that time, many years worth in fact, Ark’s only companion was a black cat. She had met this cat in a back alley, scrawny and starved, beaten, just like she was. People were superstitious back then and this cat was lucky not to have been drowned, it being black and all. Ark looked after the cat, feeding it, and giving it shelter, and it in turn looked after her, keeping her company and curling up with her at night for warmth. At thirteen Ark ran away from her current Master, fleeing through the villages, she joined a traveling band disguised as a boy, and her and the cat were happy; until someone accused her of being a witch, they had seen her singing under the stars, with her cat. On account of her having white hair, (she normally filled it with soot), a small birthmark on her lower back and a black cat ‘Familiar’, she was accused as a witch, and tried with the swimming test. She drowned in the lake and was then ruled innocent.
Ark had no name for her entire life, (another thing to add to her list of things marking her as a witch), and so, when waking up in the underworld, gasping and finding air rather than water, she named herself after the boat that withstood a global flood (also known as Noah's Ark) in the hope that it would dispel her fear of water, no such luck.
Agency: Wish
Class: Low
Overworld
Name: Liam Nelson
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Bio: Liam is a normal boy, for the most part. He likes reading and gaming, hates school, is quite good at sports. Has a mum, dad, sister, and brother basically a normal family. Only he suffers from occasional bouts of amnesia, often forgetting where he was at a certain time. Aside from that, his childhood was pretty normal. He is hoping to study something interesting, quite what that is, however he does not know.
Job/Education: Uhhh… High School. (as I believe you call it.) Which one? Umm… no idea. Lets just say a high school for now.Asa slunk after Nico, a bit like a whipped dog, ears down, tail tucked. He kept back a few feet, just to be on the safe side. Hearing Nico call, Asa hurried forward, but something had beaten him to it. Asa stumbled out of the woods and onto a cliff, just in time to see Nico flung off said cliff by a massive winged Grimm. The sort that Asa had always had had trouble with. Tempting, as it was to jump straight into the fight, realistically Asa knew he had to get to Nico and see if he could fight, wings on a Grimm always equaled trouble. The other reason Asa had to get to Nico was that, after bowling him off the cliff, the Grimm had gone after him, and was circling, like a hawk scouting out prey; only hawks don’t normally think of humans, or faunuses in this case, as prey. Tail lashing, Asa thought furiously; he had to find a way down that cliff. Jumping off? No, with no trees at the bottom, he couldn’t land like this morning, and would be in the same condition as Nico, therefore unable to help much if he was injured. He could always climb down the cliff, …if he wanted to get there next week. Sliding down using his claw was another option, but a dangerous one that was likely to get him killed, not that that would stop Asa. But he had seen another way, even more dangerous and exhilarating; he was going to ride the Grimm. Grinning like a loon, ears perked, tail wagging softly, Asa took a short run up, and threw himself off the cliff at the bird Grimm. Sailing through the air, adrenalin pinging all round, Asa laughed, a maniacal laugh, gleeful and mad, pretty much summing up how he felt when he fought. Catching up to the Grimm rather fast, Asa grabbed onto it’s back with one set of claws, and changing the other to a sort of double knife, which he swept across the neck of the Grimm, plunging it into the beast, as it tried to shake him off. Three more massive circles, punctuated by rolls, dives and other attempts to shake him off, Asa, finally losing his grip, and tumbled the rest of the way to the ground where he collapsed on the grass, groaning, his wounds from earlier having ripped open even more. It was nothing as far as Asa was concerned, he’d suffered far, far worse before, but that didn’t stop it from hurting now. Climbing to his feet, Asa realized he was rather lucky, with claws and double knives still out and ready, it was surprising he hadn’t skewered himself, or at least lopped off an arm. Morphing Tears of Blood back into a claw, Asa looked round for Nico, which he seemed to be doing a lot off lately, but that’s probably what having a partner was about. Asa found himself hoping that Nico wasn’t hurt. Seeing the Grimm still circling overhead, Asa called out softly, “Uh, Nico?”
**Advance notice:** I won't be able to accesses the internet for the next four days staring tomorrow. I will be in the middle of nowhere with no internet, no cellphone reception, you get the picture.
So if you want me to post before I go let me know.
**Advance notice:** I won't be able to accesses the internet for the next four days staring tomorrow. I will be in the middle of nowhere with no internet, cellphone reception, you get the picture.
So if you want me to post before I go let me know.
Posted, sorry if it's weird, I was a little rushed.
Asa looked dubiously at the offered hand; did Nico really want to lose his arm? Because that’s what would probably happen with Tears of Blood unsheathed. Nico continued, saying something about sleep, and hunting; both of which sounded good to Asa.
As Nico walked in what was apparently a northward direction, Asa loped along just behind him, being careful not to skewer him with his claws. As he walked Asa asked a question, one that mattered very much to him, “You aren’t carrying a collar, are you?” Asa didn’t bother waiting for an answer, his ears twitched, as he heard something up ahead. Flicking his tail, he bolted straight for the noise, forgetting Nico completely. A single wolf-like Grimm was in the clearing, as Asa entered, slashing through the thicket of bush blocking his way. Grinning he leapt forward, Tears of Blood slicing the Grimm’s flank. Rolling forward and using his momentum, Asa slid under the beast, slicing at its unprotected belly. Jumping to his feet on the far side, Asa misjudged and caught a claw across the side, he howled and let the wolf in him take over; lunging, slicing, and twisting, without thinking about it. By the time it was over Asa had received another slice, this one across his shoulder. But the Grimm was dead, and Asa, a lone figure in the middle of its carcass.
Shaking off the single-mindedness, Asa finally remembered Nico and looked around to try and find him. Without Nico, Asa was likely to get lost in this wood, not to mention the whole partner thing. …Oh …damn, …partner, Nico was supposed to be his partner. Guiltily Asa realized he had dashed straight after the first sign of a fight, leaving Nico, somewhere behind.
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