The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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Thread Topic: The Descendants of The Ancient Ones.
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Two orphans, who've spent their whole lives in foster homes, find out on their eighteenth birthdays that they are the descendants of an old tribe known as the Ancient Ones. With their pure bloodlines, they gain some special abilities that they use to help people with. But something happens to one of them that drives them to the evil side, and secrets are revealed.
(This sound like a good one?) -
Ooh, yes.
For specification, what are the Ancient Ones? -
Okay, the Ancient Ones were a race of people that had a bloodline which carried a certain genetic code. This code allowed the race to carry superhuman genes and pass them down through birth. Their most notable traits are that they have weirdly colored natural hair (can be any color that normal people usually don't have), have unnaturally pale skin, and are very calm (usually).
I've gotta go, though. I'll be on either later or tomorrow. -
Awesome, sounds great!
Okay, I can be here all day tomorrow. I'll try to randomly check this thread. -
I'm on, now. On to making characters..
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Name: Damian Montgomery.
Age: 17 turning 18.
Gender: Male.
Physical Description: Around five feet tall, medium length light green hair, green eyes, extremely pale skin, lean and slightly muscular body build. Usually wears a plain white sweater, black jeans, and black boots.
Personality: Quiet, shy, antisocial, hates everybody except for a few people, has a few things he's obsessed with.
Abilities/Powers: Has the ability to teleport, see the future, and uses telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and telepathy.
Other: Lived in about six different foster homes, all of which he's hated, and has bad history with people. -
(Also, the guy in my profile pic is Damian.)
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Name: Kristyna Harmony
Age: almost 18
Gender: Female
Appearance: shoulder length, wavy, medium brown hair; hazel eyes; slightly tanned skin; slight frame; wears black jeans, blank tank tops, and a black hoodie; lots of bracelets and bands.
Personality: distrusting, keeps to herself, doesn't like people much, avoids opening up to people until she's known them enough to trust them.
Abilities/powers: telekinesis, telepathy, shape-shifting, illusions, air control
Other: taken out of abusive household at 7, cuts because of memories and current issues she's having -
(I'll start us off.)
"What? Another one?!"Damian Montgomery nearly flew out of the chair he was sitting in, as his counselor suggested he be moved to another home. "It wouldn't be for long, anyway. You are turning eighteen in a week, are you not?" Damian slammed his fist down on the desk, his temper threatening to flare over. "I don't care! None of the homes I've been to actually cared for me. I should just stay here!" His counselor sighed, pulling off his glasses. "I'll admit, they were a bit.. harsh.. in how they treated you. But that will change with this one. These people have taken in countless children, and they treated them fa-" Before he could finish, Damian rose out of his chair and went to the door. "Whatever.." -
(Thanks~)
Kristyna, or Kris as she preferred to be called, winced as she hit the floor, skidding a little before hitting the wall opposite the doorway she was thrown from. Her foster "dad" slammed the door shut and muttered a string of curses from behind it. His wife, the woman technically in charge or the home, was out, so there was nothing to stop the man from having "fun" with the only female above 10 in the house. She sat her broken and abused body up and made her way to the bathroom, where she once again, collapsed on the floor. -
(No prob.)
After leaving the office, Damian made his way to the front door and hit the small red button. "Oi' D. You want out?" A voice asked from the intercom. "Yeah, I need to take a walk." The door buzzed open, and he grabbed the handle. "You know the rules, curfew, all that." Damian nodded and walked outside, breathing in deeply. The smell of the air outside relaxed him a little, and he began to think clearly. "Maybe.. maybe it won't be so bad this time." He decided he was a little hungry, so he walked off to the nearby store. -
She scooted towards the sink cabinets, where her box of toiletries was stored. She rummaged around a bit before finding the old razor blade she had broken off and now used on her arms. She mad three generous slices altogether.. Everything for her came in threes or fives, and each had a meaning. She spoke as she cut. "One for the rape." Cut. "One for the beatings." Cut. "And one because I'm too weak to stop it." Final cut, deeper than the rest, went on her upper thigh. It was her ritual, and soon she was too obsessed with the red lines on her skin to remember what had just happened to her.
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Damian walked back to the building after half an hour, holding a bag of various candies. After he buzzed in, he walked back into the office, where he saw that there was a woman talking to his counselor. "Oh, Damian, this is the woman who will be taking you in. Her name-" Damian held up his hand. "Remember what I said, I don't need to know the name until I'm familiar with them." His counselor nodded. "Well, anyway, she wants to take you in now, so get ready." Damian rolled his eyes. "Whatever, I'm ready now." The woman nodded and got up, shaking the counselor's hand. Smiling, she led Damian out of the office and to her car outside. Here we go again, old boy.. He thought as they drove away.
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After a few minutes, the blood started to pool, and she cleaned it up and put bandages over them. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror before wiping away the tears and washing the blood off her hands. She sighed heavily and left the bathroom, flipping off the doorway as she made her way to the kitchen. It was her turn to make dinner, and she wasn't going to get another beating if it was late. She quietly began cooking.
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As they pulled up in the driveway of a nice looking house, Damian had a flash of painful nostalgia. He closed his eyes as memories washed through him, the weight of them threatening to make him snap. A voice interrupted his thoughts. "Well, here we are. I may have forgot to mention earlier, but I have a husband and an adopted daughter as well. I think you'll like them." Damian silently nodded and got out of the car, putting his bag of candy in his pocket. As they walked through the door, all he could think was: Please don't be like last time..
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