' Take my hand, Aslyn. Lets go. We're going to be late. '
' Now stop. big girls don't cry. '
A set of three year old fingers are heald tentitivley clasped in the hands of the young child. A woman, in her lower twenties, pries them open and pulls her along. The child's arms are scarred, as visible when the mother takes her along. The little one has a pale, lifeless complexion. A deepset face. Eyes that carry dark bags beneath them. The girls soft cheeks are pink with anticipation as her young mother brings her in. She looks up, fighting back the tears that threaten to roll down her juvinile face as she is pulled along.
This time she is met with only an aggrivated sigh and a roll of her mothers tired green eyes. She used to have green eyes too. the woman knocks on a side door once in the building, leading down a long, narrow corridor. She silently whisks the child onward untill they are met by a doctor with an anxious smile.
' Well, hello Aslyn. Are you ready to go? '
he asks in a sappy tone.
The child whines softly, quietly.
' Good. '
The doctor lifts her up, and carries her into a large room with lifeless white walls, and puts on a white mask. he hands the child's mother a small set of robes to fit the young girl in, but she hands them to her daughter who she insists does it herself. After clumsily pulling the white, paper dress on she waits. Her mother exits, and collects a fee before leaving.
Then it begins.
Aslyn lives with her friend Jamie in the United States. She emancipated at 13, and used saved money to fly to meet a girl she had talked to extensivly online. Aslyn took great comfort in having someone there for her, and for a short while the two dated, but then soon after realized they where better as friends. They still live together, but as of recently Aslyn has been taking long excursions, and time to think about herself. Jamie knows about her ' qualities ' and advises her to keep them quiet, but Aslyn beleives there are others out there like herself, and wants to find them.
Also, She has been noting that strange people have been keeping an eye on her. she isn't sure who they are, and why, but it scares her, and she thinks she knows why they are there.
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Ability or Abilities: He has an acute sense of hearing and smell. He has increased speed and agility but loses his reasoning most of the time.
Appearance: He is pale and has fangs in his upper jaw. His hair is white and and his eyes take on the look of a wolves eyes.
Personality: Very shy at first but once he knows the person he is a nice person, loyal freind.
History: He was living a good life with his father when the first signs of the animal inside of him started to show. His father wanted nothing to do with him and even called the government to get Uri of his hands. He left later that day before he could be captured and wandered looking for a home. He met a young women who at first seemed freindly to him, but she later tried to seel him for money so he wea once again without a home. He later wandered around looking for anyone else like him.
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Name: Donovan Churchil Age: 17 Race: Scandinavian Animal: Peregrine Falcon Ability or Abilities:
* Lack normal gravity. Can move from one location to another one, almost like flying. (Capable of flying if I'm allowed)
* Perfect eye-vision (More effective than the sharpest of binoculars)
* The Peregrine Falcon possess a lot of strength, higher than a beast of that size should have.
* Donovan can obtain a high speed. High on the ground, even higher if jumping. Highest, when jumping from higher grounds to lower.
* No animal is faster than a diving Peregrine Falcon.)
* (Not sure if this is an ability) He often seem to attract birds to his location. Appearance:
(Without the sword. The clothes look about the same, though) (please log in to view the image) Personality:
Crazy, Quiet, Intelligent, Helpful and a little bit Lazy. History:
Donovan origin from U.S, but grew in the scandinavian countries where he lived with a nomad family. At the age of 15, he traveled to the U.S in order to build up a life of his own.
Until that specific day, Donovan was nothing but a normal human being. His weight shifted. His sight went out of control. He no longer was the common human being he once were. Changes happened from that day and forward, all till' this very day. Changes continue to happen too.
Donovan lives by himself in a little house out in the wild. Due his abilities, he believe he'd rarely get accepted.
Recently, he have suffered increasing pain in his body at random times. The feeling that big changes is to happen.
"You will too eventually be part of my collection"
Name: Steve Stoner
Ability or Abilities: Flight, super speed, super strength, enhanced durability, Fire breathing, Thick Hide
History: Steve was an odd boy in his village, he had a habit of breaking, destroying, and causing trouble for everyone around him. He was known as the devil in child form and was hated by everyone. Around age 16 he began to grow a tail and wings which his village thought it was a sign of the devil and attempted to kill him.............................. but failed horribly and were slaughtered by him. He walks the Earth causing mayhem wherever he pleases and shows no mercy towards his enemies.