WhiteAngel25

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

@CaptainManbeard I will have a character sheet posted sometime tomorrow evening if I get the chance.

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Cleome smiled softly and nodded as an answer to Cait's question about sensing the wildlife. "Everything is connected, whether we realize it or not," she spoke as the heat could be a factor with the insects and other creatures as Victor said. Cleo couldn't help but get a weird feeling of it all all. The fae woman kept her eyes and ears open for anything the creatures could be nervous about. After gazing around the area for a bit, Cleome decided that food was probably a good option. One never knew when they would get the chance to eat again.

Cleo tilted her head as she figured she would likely need shoes. Humans were picky with such rules, so she reached for her sandals where she had been sitting in the back of the truck. She slipped on the tan leather corded flats, grabbed her matching leather parcel, and crossed the parking lot to the diner. Upon opening the door, it jingled, causing Cleome to glance up at the bell with curiosity. Such interesting thoughts humans had to warn one another of their presence.

Cleo glanced around until she found Vincent and smiled softly. "Is it alright to share a meal space with you, Vincent, or would you prefer to be by yourself? I understand the need for solitude," she said as she adjusted the strap of the parcel over her head to rest on her shoulder, cross-body-wise, and pulled her long, dark hair out from being stuck.

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

@Lexisheeps I guess we’ll just have to wait and see? ^_^

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

@Days Thank you! :) I figured it would be a good way to connect the flow, plus I needed more material to write. Lol XD

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

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Going East...

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Anna's wide hazel eyes locked with her guardian's, nodding in understanding as she not only grabbed the axe, quickly strapping it to her backpack but also two small daggers. She followed Nova in.

Annalise splashed into the water but was able to stand perfectly fine. The water level hit halfway up her calf as she stood up and looked around. Her eyebrows furrowed as the water was dark as night but the area was at dusk. "Nova?!" Anna called out for her guardian. She began walking to the bank but then felt a familiar tingle in her hands. Anna took a deep breath to reign in the sensation.

'At least my hands haven't started sparkling yet,' she thought as she glanced around the area. Her eyes widened seeing a body bobbing further out into the water. Annalise quickly recognized the figure and ran as fast as she could. "Nova! Nova!" She shouted as she paused to grab some long reed leaves before finally getting to deeper water and swam out to her protector. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she propped Nova's face out of the water.

"N-Nova? Be okay, please be okay," Annalise begged as she placed her fingers on Nova's pulse. She sighed in relief as she felt a pulse, then quickly took the reed leaves, wrapping them under Nova's arms, and began to swim as fast as she could to the nearest bank. Anna managed to get about halfway but the current continued to push them out. She cursed softly in Egyptian under her breath as she spotted a figure of white on the bank. The figure had a mask over their face, long flowing hair rippled behind the mask as they tilted their head in observation.

'Everything will be okay. Trust her,' a warm voice echoed in Annalise's head and that was when she knew she had no choice now.

"Please don't be mad at me, Nova, but I'm going to have to do this," Anna murmured as she wrapped her left arm around Nova and pointed her right hand at the bank. She bit her lip and focused on the bank, taking a deep breath as her hand began to sparkle, then glow. Suddenly the researcher and her ward were enveloped in a warmth of lavender before they appeared on land. Anne snapped her head in the direction of the white figure but saw the figure had disappeared.

Annalise scrambled back to Nova and listened to her chest. Heart rate was slow but there. She tilted her guardian on her side and pounded Nova's back until the sound of coughing up water could be heard. "Oh! Thank heavens!" Anna sighed in relief as she heard Nova's breathing return to normal.

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Secret HiveMind Facility

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Unknown to the researcher, the twitch of a familiar fair hand occurred as did the crack of an icy blue eye. The figure glanced around briefly as they recognized the caramel-colored skin of the figure in the pod next to them. Consciousness didn't last long as the figure, who had been dormant for so long was exhausted from the mental support she just sent.

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Cleome kept herself from humming or singing softly to herself by tapping her fingers on her left hand against the metal edge of the truck. Funny enough, her rhythm was harmonizing with Vincent's thumping against the driver's door of the pickup. Her golden orbs closed for the moment as she let the wind of the moving vehicle carry her constant thoughts away. She tended to sit in the back of the truck to avoid the lull of the radio, it made her lose focus on her control of her voice. Something she didn't want to expose her comrades to.

Today, Cleo was simply dressed in jeans and a baggy green t-shirt, hiding her frame. Her antlers and wings were also concealed within her form to prevent drawing too much attention, unwanted or otherwise. Her long dark tresses were twisted back into a braid secured with a bit of string she found at their last stop.

Cleo blinked her eyes open as the vehicle stopped and she heard Vincent's voice followed by Anita's. She sat up to properly see where they were. It was a diner/gas station of sorts. 'Humans have interesting building combinations. Their ingenuity never ceases to confound me,' she thought as she stood up, stretched, and hopped out of the bed of the truck effortlessly, her bare feet landed on the hot sand.

Cleome tilted her head."Strange, this earth has an energy to it," she spoke and turned to her companions. "We should be careful here. The wild life has been hiding, even the insects are nervous for crumbs," Cleo added as she had yet to see even an ant crawl along the ground.

Wizard Mafia (Harry Potter Organized Crime RP)

I'm so excited for this RP you guys don't even know! :D

@CaptainManbeard When can we expect a base CS? I mean I have the basics but I would like to flush out my character. :)

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

I transferred my CS over as well. :)

The Misfit Crew (ver. 2.1)

Cleome

"Oh, that wound doesn't look good. I like to think of humans as runny...what is it again? Oh, yes! Jello! Humans are like runny raspberry jello, one stab of the skin and the juice all come out."

Cleome (Cleo) Fayreh

Age:

Appears 28

Gender:

Female

What Makes You A Misfit?:

She is a Fae-person, specifically an Unseelie Fae, but that is unknown even to herself.

What Do You Think About The Classified Crew?:

The Classified Crew is a much better situation than getting poked and prodded every hour of every day. At least Cleo gets to watch the sunrise in the morning and the stars come out at night.

Appearance:

Warning big picture!

Appearance

Her wings and antlers retract within her body to give her a normal appearance. She is 5'9", petite for Fae-kind, and curvy. Creamy, fair skin with a silver shimmer especially in the moonlight.

Personality:

Cleome is a bit aloof. Many assume that she is younger than her actual age due to being so spacey and sweet. She is deceptively clever in tricky situations and is loyal to those who show her a kind, helping hand. If someone hurts a person she cares about, this winged creature won't hesitate to rip the attacker limb to limb.

Skills/Abilities:

Abilities:
Profient in hand-to-hand combat, specifically daggers and bows
Knowledgeable about medicinal herbs and plants to make First-Aid items.
Can pick locks and keycodes easily.

Skills:
Misdirect and debate: She's good at distracting people with her words and body language.
Creative Strategist: Can find creative solutions to her problems.
Secretly she's multi-lingual in several different races/species languages due to being a royal of her kind.

Powers/Magic:
Vocal Pathokensis: Can use her singing voice to manipulate those who hear it.
Shapeshifting: She can shift into a black swan, a black spotted leopard, and a black and silver doe with antlers.

Shifter Appearances:

Botanokensis: Can control plants to fight with or draw extra power from in a pinch.

Backstory:

Cleome woke up in an Earth realm forest about 600 years ago, ever since then she's been wandering the world in search of where to go back home to the Fae realm. Fast forward to modern times and she learned that Earth isn't so welcoming to her kind. Someone spotted her in her Fae form with her antlers and wings, they called some soldiers onto her campsite. She was captured and experimented on for decades before she broke out after learning how to study number patterns and codes.

Cleo doesn't remember a lot about her life before waking up in the Earth realm. But she does receive flashes and dreams of what her life once was when she sleeps. Since her time in captivity, the experiments scrambled her thoughts, hence her aloof and spacey personality. She is extremely afraid of three things: needles, small cages, and iron cuffs. Loud and busy cities bother her sensitive hearing. Out of all the bad things that have happened to her, Cleome seems to find the brighter side of things in life. Like enjoying a piece of chocolate after a hard day's work.

Cleome just wants to live on a cabin farm deep in the middle of the woods with her plants and animals away from the bustle of people. Some day, hopefully soon, she can live out that dream.

RP Sample(Optional; helps me to see a glimpse of how your character acts):

'4...8...2...3...7...2'

Cleome only had so long before the guards would switch shifts and they would notice that she was gone. She smiled happily as the metal door slid open to reveal the receptionist's office. Before she entered, she sang her hypnotic tune soft enough that the receptionist was too enveloped to react. Cleo scurried up behind the receptionist and took the keycard from her pocket.

"Be a dear and erase all traces of me," Cleo cooed as she watched the receptionist look up her profile and begin deleting everything that had been recorded of her. The Fae woman couldn't help but think of how soft the blonde receptionist's hair was and how pretty the blonde would look in a window on the center of a sharp spike. Her focus returned as she hummed once again. "Good little human. Now erase all camera evidence of me leaving and once I am gone, forget about me," She patted the receptionist's head before she left out the door with the keycard to the outside world in hand.

Thankfully, the night was moonless and Cleome had to just avoid the spotlights. Twisting and fluttering, she danced and hovered in the darkness, moving like the ghost of a ballerina. Except she was not dressed in a pretty costume, no. The scientists never allowed her to wear something so special, she had to wear a white shirt and white sweatpants. A crime for one who saw the world in its brilliant hues of color.

Cleome made it to the guardsmen's personal vehicle parking lot just in time as the current shift was leaving for the night, or what was already morning? It was hard to tell without the moon. Cleo winced in pain as she sheaded her antlers and her wings became like a tattoo on her upper back, reaching from shoulder to shoulder. She found a guard that had a pickup truck and quickly slipped into the back while he was still discussing the night with another guard.

Just as the man was headed down the road, Cleome began to sing again, luring him in thanks to his window rolled down for his cigarette. His eyes glazed over as he pulled over to let Cleo in his truck. She smiled as she clicked her seatbelt and gestured down the road. "To the next town please," she spoke with such ease and kindness that her now mindless human slave had no choice but to obey while she hummed along with the radio.

Dark Beyond: Voices of the Past

@Lexisheeps Most definitely the bag. XD The dark energy had already sent them to the puzzle area. And I get it.

I'm Central time btw! I'll post it in the character section, but it's been humid all day today. Even though its like 76F it feels like 95F. Lol

@DaysFricken Brenda...>_> XD