Rebellion and Rule
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Thread Topic: Rebellion and Rule
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Lomond Endiang is a realm hidden far, far away. Inside it, there lives a certain species.. No, several species. Human-like in some aspects, though time has breed away the compassion that makes humans, well, human. A fierce and harsh government rules over Lomond, with the idea that only though who are more human than beast should be in the upper class.
That's the thing about Lomond. Human DNA has been mixed with various forms of animal DNA, causing beautiful hybrids. At least, at first. As the experiments grew, and eventually were abandoned, it was discovered that sometimes, mutations took over, causing hideous things to emerge. It was worse in the cases where humans with two different kinds of DNA would mix, sometimes creating something so unspeakable that it had to be put down, or locked away.
The government of Lomond believes that only those with one type of animal DNA are truly fit to live in their world. Slowly, but surely, they're taking out the mixes- But they wont stop there. Only the truly beautiful hybrids are fit to live in Lomond, according the their king.
Their king has destroyed the mindset of many people, but a small pocket of rebellion has been building under ground for some time now, and soon, they plan to strike.
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Name: Estrate, Micah Rose
Age: 26
DOB: 4/27 (April 27th)
Gender: Male, he/his/him
Sexuality: Undecided
Appearance:
Personality: Micah is an instructor, a born leader. He's gentle and kind, but isn't afraid to call people out. He doesn't enjoy backtalk, or immaturity, and though he has a sense of humor, he's extremely practical.
Likes:
-Oatmeal
-Sugar
-Soft music
-Clean air
-Salt
-Trees
-Nature in general
Dislikes:
-Bright lights
-Too many people
-Too much noise
-Air pollution
-The sound paper makes when it's torn
-Guns
Clothing: As shown in the picture, Micah is hardly ever seen without his read scarf around his head. In part, it's because it protects his eyes from light. He normally wears a plain white button up, plain black dress pants, and black dress shoes, hardly any variety.
Accessories: His scarf, and a silver pocket watch that he keeps in his breast pocket.
Weapon(s): Throwing knives, but he prefers hand-to-hand combat.
Strengths:
-Extremely smart
-Brave
-Not easy to trick
Weaknesses:
-Way too nice
-CANNOT TOUCH GUNS, HATES BEING NEAR THEM
-Bright lights hurt his eyes, can confuse him
-Loud noises made him wanna flee bc instinct
-He gets attached easily
Class: Upper Class
Job: He's an adviser for one of the king's brothers.
DNA TYPE: Deer!
Bio: Micah was born into the upper class, raised in a single mother. He never knew how cruel the king could be, until his mother married a man with owl DNA. They had a child, who looked a little odd, but functioned fine. The king ordered the "ugly beast," as he called it, to death, along with Micah's mom and his step father. Micah was taken in by his aunt, and raised until he was of age, and set off to support himself. He heard of the rebellion through a friend of his step-father's, and quickly joined, working his way up the chain of command with one goal- To see the king dethroned.
Other: Is third in command. The two above him hardly show their face, so Micah has to deliver a lot of their commands.
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Name: Tyberth, Emma
Age: 24
DOB: 7/8 (July 8th)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Undecided
Appearance:
Personality: Emma is extremely impulsive, and acts on whims a lot. She's flighty, but a fighter, and firm in what she believes in. She doesn't smile a lot, but she's always happy, more than glad to be fighting for something.
Likes:
-Being part of a group
-Following orders in her own way
-Being around people
-Having a little control, but not all
-Friennnndsss!
Dislikes:
-Being alone
-Being called out on stuff
-Messing up
-"no"
-People ignoring her
Clothing: Emma wears a simple black, sleeveless shirt, tattered army shorts, and plain black and white sneakers.
Accessories: Tattoo on her left hand, in the symbol of a bird with an arrow through it. It's extremely symbolic, as the king has avian DNA.
Weapon(s): Gunnnssss and kniiiivess. She loves stuff that can hurt things. :D
Strengths:
-Quick
-Almost always hits her target
-Brave
Weaknesses:
-Acts before she thinks
-Too trusting
-She doesn't like small spaces NOPE NOPE
-She's a little off her rocker in ways.
-OCD to an extreme extent
Class: Lower
Job: N/A, freeloader
DNA TYPE: Mix between multiple ones, most present DNA types are deer and avian
Bio: Emma was born in an alley, and left there to freeze. At that time, a rebellion was just starting up. A member took her in, and she was raised with them, going from member in member. In ways, she's everyone's pet, and most people love her.
Other: CANNOT STOP TALKING. NEVER. SHUTS. UP. -
Name: Seraph Danzer
Age: 22
DOB: March 14
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet, he doesn't really seem to even have a personality, unless he's around his sister. Of course, anymore he doesn't see her often.
Likes:
-Peace and Quiet
-Reading
-Angiel and Pradeep
-Flying
Dislikes:
-Closed spaces, being cooped up for too long.
-The rain
-Electronics. He becomes easily confused.
-Most people, he's pretty antisocial.
Clothing:
Accessories: ^
Weapon(s): Depends on the time, but for most days his weapons are a set of knives and a katana.
Strengths: His speed and his advantage of flight.
Weaknesses: Talking, physical contact [Outside of a fight], and small children.
Class: Middle Class [Only because of their father's supply of cash]
Job: Bodyguard for Angiel Nostrade
DNA TYPE: Pigeon, but he'll claim dove.
Bio: He and his sister Pradeep were raised by Pradeep's mother. Seraph's had died a few years after having him, and since his father remarried soon after he became attached to the new mother, barely remembering his own. His own mother was human, while his father was a bird hybrid.
The siblings got a job from Light Nostrade thanks to their father, and they worked up the ranks to eventually become personal guards to his children.
Their father sends them and their mother a steady supply of cash, but they don't like it, and prefer to use their own hard earned cash.
Other: Since his sister is a mix, he works his hardest to protect others like her, including Angiel Nostrade.
[will submit Pradeep in a sec] -
Name: Pradeep Danzer
Age: 20
DOB: December 2
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual, but more attracted to women.
Appearance:When she's just with Neon she's more relaxed, and takes off the mask.
She has feathers covering the majority of her neck and chest, and some trail up to cover her face in odd gray patches.
But when out she looks like:
Except instead of human ears on the side of her head she has pointed, gray tipped white fox ears. Her tail is white with a black tip.
Personality: Friendly and bubbly, childish and quite talkative. But because of the time, and the way people are, she's been forced behind a mask, which has caused her to become shyer and easily irritated.
Likes:
-Neon, Angiel, and her brother!
-Animals
-Food!
-Playing games
-Dressing up
Dislikes:
-Being alone
-Being bored
-Mean people
-Being forced to hide her face
Clothing: In the photo.
Accessories: The kitsune mask.
Weapon(s): She prefers using knives above all else.
Strengths: Agility and flexibility. Also quite fast, very balanced.
Weaknesses: Forming coherent sentences when upset, cute things, and friendly strangers.
Class: Middle Class
Job: Bodyguard to Neon Nostrade
DNA TYPE: Arctic Fox and Pigeon mix
Bio: Raised with her half brother and her mother, she looks up to him, and begged him to teach her how to fight like him. Now that she's Neon's bodyguard, she hasn't seen him in a while, but she still adores him. Used to have a crush on Angiel, but that dissolved and is now more a sibling type relationship.
Other: Puppy-coo -
[also both of mine don't like guns because when you use a gun, to them it dehumanizes your victim because you don't physically feel them die. Seraph felt that made them monsters, so he wouldn't allow the use of them.]
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Name: Astrauckas, Jericho
Age: 37
DOB: October 3rd
Gender: Male he/his/him
Sexuality: Heterosexual - lacking interest
Appearance:
Personality: A bit of an old dog as some people like to joke. He's relaxed and at ease most of the time and dedicated to ensuring Elijah's health and safety. He's very compassionate and loyal to his allies.
Likes:
- Elijah
- Quiet places
- The night
- Having a drink now and then
- Being at home
Dislikes:
- Those who threaten his family
- Politicians
- Lack of equality
- Having to work late
- When a woman approaches him
Clothing: Jericho wears a lot of leathers and furs, especially when he's at work..
Accessories: Piercings in his dog ears.
Weapon(s): His own claws and a variety of smaller knives.
Strengths:
- Fairly tough skin
- Experienced
- Flexible
- Practiced with knife-throwing
Weaknesses:
- Elijah
- Anything that disrupts his hearing
- Tight spaces
- His tail
Class: Middle-Lower
Job: Mechanic by day, Assassin for hire by night
DNA TYPE: Canine - wild
Bio: Jericho has done, and always will do, everything and anything for Elijah.
When he was younger, Elijah only a toddler, his life mate was caught in a conflict where protesters were attacked by law enforcement. His lover was a supporter of the cause, but was not directly linked to the protest in progress, leaving her caught in the crossfire. He now works with the rebellion out of revenge and to do what's right for the people.
Other: Doesn't like to mention his late mate, conversations of her reopen old scars.
Name: Astrauckas, Elijah Lane
Age: 19
DOB: February 20th
Gender: Male he/his/him
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance:
Personality: Elijah is a kind and sweet young man, and shows his kindness wherever it will be accepted. He doesn't like conflict and is actually frightened by the rebellion.
Likes:
- MEAT
- Bright colors
- Soft things
- Being free
- Cloudless skies
Dislikes:
- Thunderstorms
- Winter
- Liars
- Deceivers
- When people don't tell him things
Clothing: He's often wearing his red-bow 'cape' over what looks school uniforms for a young boy.
Strengths:
- Intellectual
- Cunning
- Can fit in places where older people can't
- Good with medicine
Weaknesses:
- Small in size
- Weak
- Easy to scare
Class: Middle-Lower
Job: N/A, father takes care of him
DNA TYPE: Canine
Bio: Elijah's mother passed when he was young and has since been raised by his single father. He often wonders and questions why they don't look alike, and he's always told that he takes after his mother in size and appearance. It's said that she was more domestic compared to his father.
Despite his fears, Elijah does what he can to help the rebellion for his father, but mostly serves as a medical aid or a 'rat' to get in smaller areas.
Other: He's quite small for his age. -
Name: Tairay, Lexen Gerald
Age: 19
DOB: 10/13 (October 13th)
Gender: Male, he/his/him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Appearance: Lexen
This is a character that looks sort of like the babe if you need a better version
Personality: Lexen is everything but your ideal warrior. He's very cat-like, never really feeling the need to pay attention to orders and always hissing when people do what he doesn't want to do. Immaturity should have been his middle name. If it wasn't for Maemi he'd have dropped out for sheer lack of no participation.
Likes:
-Fish
-Yarn!
-Sleeping
-Fighting
-Maemi
-The color black
-Playing around
-Cat callinghahaha
Dislikes:
-Bathing
-Work
-Nothing to do (being bored)
-Orders
-Dogs
-Too many people in one place
Clothing: (You can see it in the picture) He usually wears a light grey tank top, blood red jeans, and black boots he hides beneath his jeans.
Accessories: (Also seen in the picture) Lexen has barrettes to hold his fully hair back out of his face, two piercings on his right ear, three piercings on his left ear, a choker with the cross on it, black gloves with slits on either hand, and one of those net-things that admin can't name.
Weapon(s): A gun he calls Chew-chew that's hidden in his right boot and a pocket knife he has hidden in his left boot.
Strengths: He's very, very balanced and quick on his feet. He also has pretty good hearing and night vision.
Weaknesses: He struggles to focus on something very long, he will do anything for some fish or bird, he falls for friendly people, and water will make him forget what he's doing and panic.
Class: Middle Class (barely)
Job: Works with his sheep friend as a hair stylist and fashion designer part time
DNA TYPE: Cat all the way
Bio: Lexen's parents abandoned him when he was a young cat in fear that he wouldn't grow up beautiful enough. He would have committed some serious crimes if it wasn't for Maemi. Maemi found him as he was about to steal a very important jewel, and like a parent would, slapped his hand and told him the world 'no'. From that point on, Lexen was attached to Maemi and assisted them with their work. Maemi was already a part of the rebellion, and Lexen joined in to please the sheep while on the search for his parents.
Other: Yarn is his guilty pleasure, friends, note that if you need him to do something. c:
screams I'm sorry I'm so slow
I'll try to work faster
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Name: Varela, Maemi Arellano
Age: 27
DOB: 3/27 (March 27th)
Gender: Androgynous/Gender fluid, they/their/them (But Maemi doesn't mind female or male pronouns either)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Appearance: Maemi
Personality: Maemi is a very kind soul who acts upon their own thoughts but considers other's opinions on those thoughts first. They are loyal to those they're bonded with, and they are always open to make new friends. Rather than seeing the glass half empty, they see it half full. A fatherly/motherly figure can be found within Maemi, and as long as they aren't needing to be serious, they can be quite playful and silly.
Likes:
-Lexen
-Fashion
-Shiny things
-Soft music
-The afternoon (when the customers come out!)
-Bright, soft, and warm colors
-Puns
-Large crows!
Dislikes:
-Fighting
-Politics
-People insisting that it's wrong to not have a specific gender
-Unnecessary bloodshed
-Too many dark colors
-Being mistaken as a ram
Clothing: Their shirt is flowing and ties up in a bow in the back, though their shoulders and front half are covered by a fluffy, layered white scarf. They have soft pink colored jeans and wear brown boots that have white, fluffy edges. In other words, fluffy and flowy or they so aren't wearing it!
Accessories: Layered white scarf, sometimes a large necklace full of multicolored jewels, bracelets of every color and type from their wrist up to their elbow, and occasionally earrings of all sorts of types and colors.
Weapon(s): Though they don't believe in violence, they have a few swords and a dagger in case of emergencies.
Strengths: Very good with planning, smart, strong, and is a great distraction!
Weaknesses: They focus too much on clothing and such, so they have very little experience in important fields. They're bad at fighting and though they are strong can easily be overthrown. Talks too much for their own good.
Class: Middle
Job: Semi-famous fashion designer and hair dresser.
DNA TYPE: Sheep (Just so you can count Maemis to sleep x3)
Bio: Maemi's parents weren't so successful in the work field, but Maemi ended up becoming a popular designer in their early teens. Determined to make this their career, they gave up a lot of the dreams they had before this and dove into the world of fashion. They become highly successful, though a lot of the money Maemi receives goes towards charities and the rebellion rather than their own desires. After finding Lexen, Maemi started to act more parent-like and the people loved it. They pity those who are ridiculed by the king and want nothing more than the rebellion to win the fight.
Other: Maemi was born a male. -
Alrighty, then. Shall I start?
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Yes please.
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"Micah, have you ever heard of such a thing? A dog hybrid and a snake hybrid having a child.. What filth. It's illegal for a reason. Just, look at this." The man spread a pile of pictures across the table, shaking his head. They were all of one subject- A horribly deformed creature, with the greenish tint of scales in places, and patches of fur in others. Micah shivered, despite himself. "Ah, horrible.. Yes." But, to him, it was horrible for a different reason. In the background were the poor babe's parents, slaughtered inhumanely in front of the little one. "Where is he now, sir, if you don't mind me asking?" The man shrugged, as if to dismiss the topic, heading towards the wardrobe of the large room. "My brother's son is getting yet another title today.. What shall I wear to the ceremony? Oh, no, Micah, I'm not speaking to you. Your choice of dress is.. Poor." The faun clicked his tongue, allowing a smile to grace his lips. "Of course, sir.. Oh, if you don't mind, may I be dismissed early today?"
"Hm.. Second time this month that you've asked that. Why?"
"Ah, a, well.."
"Ooooh, I understand," The man chuckled, flicking his fingers at him. "A date. Well, don't keep whoever waiting. Go on, then. But I'll see you tomorrow. We have to discuss what to do about the little rat hybrids that are beginning to make the sewers smell. You're dismissed." Micah bowed, and left quickly, taking a deep breath of the outside air. His employers mansion was always clouded with perfume, and things that were supposed to make it smell good. To him, it just smelt like chemicals.
Micah stuffed his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the small, abandoned warehouse. Once inside, he trailed to a long forgotten trap door, pressing a hand against it. Instantly, something sprang from the shadows, and the cold metal of a spear was against his chest. Micah put his hands up, letting out a soft laugh. "Now, Emma. I knew there was a reason we kept you off duty for so long.. Why don't you come on, we'll switch you out?"
Emma grinned, and nodded, throwing the trap door open. It lead to a dark ladder well, that lead down, down, down, below the city, it's sewers, to a large cavern that laid forgotten under the city. The girl nodded, bowing low. "Mr. Estrate," She hummed, watching him shake his head as he started down the ladder. Emma had been sitting there almost all day, told to stay out of the other's way. She didn't mind, though, being a guard was an important job, though a bit dull. -
"Miss Nostrade." The driver said, opening the limo's door for her. Neon smiled, brushing her dark hair behind her fin shaped ears as she got inside, calling out "Come on, Pray!"
"Yes mam." Pradeep replied, getting in after her. It's not like she had to be told her job, but Neon liked to make it a point that they were friends, to the disapproval of her Father and the others.
Neon took Pradeep's hands in her own, and used the other to remove the mask as the door was shut.
"Ready for a boring drive to a boring auction?" The Nostrade girl said, looking pointedly at her guard.
Pradeep tried to suppress her sigh, but Neon caught it.
"Well good because we're going to the park!" Neon laughed.
"The..park? But, Neon-"
"What dad doesn't know won't hurt him. I sent one of my attendants in my place." Neon sang, patting Pradeep's shoulder.
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"This book? Nah..." A voice called from behind the bookshelf. Seraph walked over, seeing his Master, the young Nostrade heir. Angiel stood at about a little under six feet, with scales across his skin and patches on his face, fin shaped ears, and yellow, narrowed eyes. His long dark hair was pulled over his shoulder, kept in place with a red ribbon.
"Yes! This book." Angiel laughed, pulling it off the shelf and handing it to Seraph. "Add that to my cart."
"Yes sir." Seraph nodded, adding it to the growing stack. -
Jericho stretched his arms above his head, letting out a long sigh from his place in front of an old gas stove. His ears twitched at the gentle sizzling sounds coming from the ground meat he was cooking in a small black skillet, part of the dinner for his son. "That boy's going to have one hell of a cholesterol if he keeps eating like this." Of course, he was the father and could choose to buy less meat - which would save a little money - but couldn't bring himself to deny those large, round puppy eyes that his son gave him whenever he wanted something. The wolf treasured his blood more than anyone. He turned off the gas and went to the living room, peering down a hallway. "Elijah! Time for dinner. And you're eating more than meat tonight."
Elijah, who was fiddling around in his bedroom, hurriedly came down the hall at the call of his name. He could already smell what was being made from the solitude of his room. Beef. He knew that much as he walked into the kitchen, eyes wide and sparkling at the plate set out before him. He pretended to not hear his father when he told him to eat more than the meat and settled into a chair after getting a glass of juice.
"Elijah, you hearin' me? You better eat your yogurt and carrots, too. I don't want you in the hospital for blood clots. And get some milk before bed, you need more dairy." Jericho made sure he had the younger's attention when he spoke.
Elijah nodded slowly, muttering a 'yessir' and started on the carrots first. He didn't like other foods as much as meat, especially vegetables. He wasn't a rabbit. But he was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of his father's pager, and he looked at the man with narrow eyes. "You said you'd stay, dad.."
"And I will. I'll stay for dinner, like I promised." Jericho smiled as he silenced the beeping, digging into his own dinner. He knew his son hated when he was away at night, or when he left before dinner, so he'd made sure to never leave until they'd at least sat down to eat first. "I won't rush either. Time with you is the most important thing to me."
One day, Jericho knew, he would have to tell Elijah everything about his night job and involvement with the rebellion. But he was afraid to. Afraid someone would find out and try to harm the last thing precious to him. -
Maemi's little ears twitched as they looked uneasily at the clock. There were still so many customers, but it was around the time they usually went to check in with his fellow comrades in the rebellion. Many times, they had skipped out on their customers, but they knew that with so many people it wouldn't be a pleasant thing to do. As they brushed a elegant but fragile comb through a woman's hair to finish this job, they looked in the direction of the back of the room and cried, "Lexen!"
The redheaded cat was startled out of his famous catnap as the older hybrid yelled his name. He yawned, stretching out his limbs and rising from his makeshift bed with a meow. Lexen's green, cat-like eyes shined in the darkness of the room. He stalked to the door, opening it and closing it behind him. Blinking in the new light, he walked over to Maemi, purring, "Yes?" He had a feeling he knew what was coming, but didn't want to assume--
"I need help," the sheep replied, pointing at the waiting customers. "The list is on the table, and you can see which hair styles you can and can't do. Try to be as fast and clean as you can be, though. We have business to attend to." They smiled at the woman in the seat, asking her if she liked the style. Lexen groaned, looking at the full lobby. Of course he had been right. Sure, he knew what to do, but that didn't mean he liked it at all.
While Maemi helped the woman out of the chair and lead her to the cash register, the cat hybrid stormed over to the table and looked through the pictures. The men seemed to be the ones with the easiest styles, and he called out a name to get started. A shave was something Lexen could do easy peasy that didn't take much effort. The man stood and walked over (another cat hybrid), and Lexen held back his irritation as he started a conversation with them. The work had to get done, no matter how much it was. -
"These maps. The ink will disappear once you run water over them?" Micah asked, looking over a table strewn with piles of paper. They were maps of the interiors of noble's houses, from the tax collector, to the king himself. In the next few months, they would infiltrate the buildings, and these maps were key pieces to the plan. However, being assured that their evidence was destroy-able was key as well. If someone found the rebellion and killed them all, then, well, there wouldn't be a rebellion.
"Yes sir, they've been tested."
"Good, then. You should- ..Oh, Emma! Don't touch that!"
The little mix(Mix being a common name in Lomond for those with a 'mix' of DNA types) was messing with a little bowl of ink, swirling it around with her finger. At Micah's voice, her head jerked up, and she flung a fine spray of black everywhere, including his scarf. She inhaled sharply, and took a step back, ready for him to hit her. She got hit a lot- By people on the streets, sometimes by the people she had to stay with- but Micah just sighed, and took his scarf off. It was dim enough down in the caves anyways, he reasoned, and threw the piece of red cloth at her. "Go get it washed, then, Emma. And.. Please, refrain from touching things." As Emma turned to go, she noted how.. Well, how beautiful Micah's antlers were. Wistfully, she touched her own. Ugly, strange and misshapen pieces of trash. Emma sighed, and headed off to do as she was asked.
Micah turned his attention back to the maps. "Have them rolled and tied," He ordered, taking out the small, disposable cell. "And ship them out. Excuse me." He left, then, heading off to one of the smaller rooms, that he called his office. Shelves had been carved into the walls, and the floor was a type of moss that glowed, giving the room just the right amount of light. He settled back into his wooden chair, crossed his legs, and dialed the number of the second in command.
Three rings, and then a cut line. Micah furrowed his brow, frowning. It was exactly the time he had been told to call.. Perhaps he should go pay his higher-up a visit, make sure he was alright. After all, it had been a while since anyone had seen the man. Of course, he would have to take a few people with him. Not many, but..
"Mm.. BRASS."
A young man, one of the youngest in the group, peeked his head in. He was Micah's personal assistant, much like Emma, but a little.. Less scatter-brained. Of course, his actual name wasn't Brass, but everyone called him that, as he wore a brass helmet on his head, for some reason no one could ever figure out. Micah gave him a small smile, glad for his readiness.
"I need you to contact Seraph, Jericho, and Maemi. Tell them to meet me the top of the ladder in an hour.. Give or take a few minutes. Tell them it's top priority."
Brass nodded, and, without a word, headed off to do just that.
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