Ehh idk
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Thread Topic: Ehh idk
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For hundreds of years, humans and the winged people have been at war with one another. That is, until peace came between them. Though there are those who refuse to accept that. Fighting between people of the two groups still carry on.
C1 is the son/daughter of the leader of the winged people. A leader who wishes to end the peace, and eliminate all of the humans. Though they dont exactly agree with their father on the subject.
C2, isnt exactly much. Just someone who seeks adventure. When young, their family was killed when attacked by a winged group. They barely survived.
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As far as I can think for now. So. Yeh. -
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I'm down! ❤
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Ah, alrighty. Which would you like?
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I'm down for C1!
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Alrighty Blue
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Name: Nathaniel Wraithrite
Age: 21
Position of Leadership: Warrior Leader
Looks: Normally; Nathaniel will wear a blue trenchcoat and black jeans. Normally the undershirt will be a solid black, or Navy Blue. He wears a nice pair of dress shoes. When dealing with his father; he wears a crisp black suit. Nathaniel has grey/white hair, with a black streak in the front and icy blue eyes. He also wears a black ring; with vines engraved on the side.
Personality: He can be cold-hearted at times, but mostly he is a "down to business" type person. He doesn't have time for small talk and prefers to keep things short and simple.
Short Description: Nathaniel grew up with all the luxuries of the modern world, and didn't have a rough childhood at all. As soon as Nathaniel turned thirteen, his father began teaching him the tools of the trade. Which explains why Nathaniel doesn't not relish in the though of conversation, unless it's absolutely necessary. -
Just woke up good, so I'm keeping this short w/ basics.)
Name: Felix Tate
Age: 20
Appearance: Standing 5' 10" tall, witholive skin. He has an oval face with a square jaw, a well-formed nose, small ears and angled lips. His hazel eyes are droopy, and he has thick eyebrows. He has very short, fine, dark brown hair, and a thin beard. He often wears simple, comfortable clothing that are easy to move in, usually in a neutral colour. -
(Sounds good :3 Would you like to start; or me?)
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Think you could?)
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(Yeah! I can!)
(I'm headed to work so it will be after 5:30) -
Alrighty.)
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Nathaniel stood outside the building his father owned; and sighed. Sometimes, he wished things were different. Maybe a couple of years ago; if he took the opportunity to change and take a different path he wouldn't be in this predicament. Before his thoughts could fully manifest themselves into an overwhelming mess, the ringing of his cellphone broke through the noise. He took the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello." He said, very short and crisp. The voice on the other side, was frantic. The only words Nathaniel could hear was, "mistake" and "urgent". He took a deep breath and talked to the voice on the other end. "Take a deep breath, and explain what happened." The voice on the other end took a few seconds to calm down; but eventually started to speak. "They killed my son....last night. He was found in an alley-way this morning." Nathaniel gripped the cellphone in his hand. The voice on the other end continued. "We had just gotten into an argument...and he left. This is all my fault."
"Listen." Nathaniel said, calm and collected. "This isn't your fault. I will be there soon." He snapped the cellphone closed and walked toward his car, that was parked at the front of the building. This was definitely one way to start the day. -
Felix rested quietly atop the fallen tree, watching carefully as the rabbits in the distance leapt around through the bushes and flowers. Occasionally, and making sure he has it set to silent, taking photos of the creatures. Making sure not to spook them away. In the chaos in the world, he had found peace among the creatures. It took him away from his reality, the war and all the fighting between the humans and the winged ones.
"Nice one." He said to himself,, deciding to leave them to their own, and making his way down and onto the ground. Tapping his back pocket to make sure he still had his knife. He didnt want to have any form of conflict, but he always carried it around just in case anyone, or anything, ever attacked him.
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