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All right, time to introduce the character I was talking about. Here’s a drawing of him (that I did not make):
For the things I DIDN’T make about him:
His name’s Crosshair, for his prowess with a rifle (he can hit a target from 10 kilometers/6 miles away; in other words, he could shoot something off the top of Mount Everest while standing at the base of the mountain–if he existed in our world). Due to a genetic mutation, his hair is gray even though he’s pretty young. He’s sarcastic, kinda cynical, really acts like he doesn’t care, even when he does… (gonna try my best to write his personality as I saw it) I’m not sure why, but he also has a habit of having a toothpick in his mouth 90% of the time.
He’s actually technically a villain character in the official Star Wars universe, but he didn’t start out that way. The real villains of the story turned him to their side, and made him a commander in the Empire’s army (if you know any of the Star Wars timeline). @freedomwriter76 You’ll meet him as an evil character in the story I sent you, alongside his brothers and sister (the main characters of the story)
And now the story I’ve added onto him:
If you guys have been following the other stories, you’ll probably notice my character Feather. She’s his wife, and one of the few people he actually cares about. He’s extremely loyal to her, would blame himself if anything happened to her.
He did quite a few terrible things during his time with the Empire, a lot of which haunt him now–he basically thinks it’s his fault that everyone else’s world is crashing down around them. I haven’t done much in that area yet, but… that’s what this forum is for, right??
Probably going to introduce him into the story tomorrow rather than now, is that ok with you guys?
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
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@koshka. Poor Mikkel AND Ezra. And Riker. *sobs* (sorry for the late reply btw. DX)
Ezra
Ezra stared at Mikkel, eyes wide.
The young soldier was waiting for an explosion. After all, what else were officers good at? What else wasĀ EzraĀ good at?
And also…when had Ezra ever had a white private address him as “sir”?
“You’re right. A soldier shouldn’t. Also, It’s not your fault. I really shouldn’t have brought it up again. And also…you don’t need to call me “sir”. Not too many people do.” Ezra smiled.
The realest smile he could muster thinking about it.
Put up a mask.
Don’t let people close.
You don’t want to lose them.
He’d already lost many. He wasn’t willing to get close to and lose another friend.
He saluted Mikkel. “And with the way I’ve been acting, you’re the one who deserves a salute, Private Mikkel.”
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At least Ezra is humble and can realize his mistakes. š
I know practically nothing about star wars, so as far as I’m concerned he could be your own creation. =)
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You’re fine! I’m actually working today, so I haven’t had time to catch up till now.
(Poor boys.)
Mikkel
Cold relief poured down Mikkel’s neck.
“No, sir. I haven’t been the most, er… Thank you for mentioning your friend, and if you ever want to talk about him, just go ahead.” He smiled. “I know I’m young, but…”
Mikkel glanced down at his firearm, and eyes widened.
When had he flipped the safety off? It went back on in a heartbeat.
“And besides, sir…well, I know castles. What are we looking for?”
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Fork the GorkOkay then… š I might as well just add both of the charries because I’m interested on how they’ll all interact with each other. If it gets to be too much, I’ll take one or two out!
So there’s Molly, who’s a runaway slave and has a fake/mechanical leg (made by Everett) that extends from her right knee down. She is seventeen and has brown skin, hair, and eyes. Since she loves sewing, her clothes are all self-made, using pieces of random clothing to make colorful, patchwork dresses.
And Xavier, who is the last surviving member of a tribe of magi that had amazing psychic powers, and he’s hiding from the hunters who killed his tribe. He’s deaf and communicates through his magical pet bird (yet to be named š …however I’m not sure I’ll include the bird on here.) And he uses sign language. His hair is long and white, pulled back in a ponytail, and his eyes are gray-blue. He’s tall, pale, and skinny…and I think that’s all ya need to know.
Apologies for the long descriptions! Let’s see how this goes!
Xavier
This was one of the times he was happy to be scrawny and lean. At least the tight, metal tunnel was tall enough for Xavier. At least their was enough air in it.
They had been crawling around for what felt like hours, with no destination in mind and no sense of direction. It was almost humorous how they were hiding in a leather trunk for one moment and then appeared to be in some sort of rat highway the next.
He was a bit freaked out by the strange way the metal panels in the walls contorted his reflection when he looked into them, but after a while, it didn’t seem to matter. His satchel was weighing him down from all the unnecessary stuff inside. His knees hurt from crawling.
He didn’t dare complain. The only real issue he was concerned about was Molly, trailing behind him. He kept glancing back every few minutes and she would give him a look either like, I’m fine, or, I’m tired but alive, or, If you look at me like that again I will make sure this metal labyrinth is the last thing you’ll ever see.
The last one was when she was really tired.
Something grasped Xavier’s ankle, and he whipped his head around to face Molly, hitting his head on the ceiling in the process.
Her expression of weariness had melted and in place was now worry and full awareness. She focused her big brown eyes on him and with her hands she signed one word.
Voices.
Xavier turned back around. There was a bend in the metal tunnel up ahead, and he could feel the quake from under his hands. The movement of people. Strangers.
How many?Ā he asked Molly.
She shrugged.Ā Three?
Well, Xavier knew there was no exit behind them. It seemed they had no choice but to meet with these strangers. So he kept moving forward.
The surprise was when he rounded the corner and made eye contact with one of the people.
And he grinned as he recognized the “stranger.”
Everett
“Everett!” Molly exclaimed, peeking around Xavier, who was smiling.
“Shhh!” he hissed, pushing past his companions and crawling up to his friends. “They don’t know my name.”
“You mean you told them to call you the Dark Player?” Molly spoke his alias dramatically, in a I’m-totally-making-fun-of-you way.
“IĀ did,” Everett snapped. “But I guess it doesn’t matter anymore.” He turned to see the confused faces of his comrades. “They’re with me. This is Molly,” –she waved– “and Xavier,” –he just kept smiling.
“And, yeah,” Everett added. “I guess the secret’s out. My name’s Everett.”
Proverbs 16:2
@koshka @elishavet-pidyon HERE!! And Iām gonna have to go thru and read the new RPs and new characters! And add them to my notes!
Arabella
I sucked in a breath of crisp, fresh air, allowing the cool breeze to blow strands of my hair back.
The garden was nothing like the one at home, which was to be expected. Nothing could top AāGrend after all, and this garden was mostly used to provide crops for the kitchen. Still, the greenery around me, mixed with the starry sky above fueled my heart and made my ribs quiver.
The rest of the group seemed just as enthralled with being out of the cramped tunnels as she was, and she noticed the twins had a far-off look in their eyes.
Without warning, Lyn ran ahead, a breathy laugh escaping her lips. Her blonde locks whipped around her as she spun, Nyx at her heels. Ara chuckled at the outburst, watching as her friends scurried about, her companion jumping over bushes.
She smiled, her breath returning to a calm, steady pace. Glancing back, she found November also smiling atā¦something, though she wasnāt sure what.
She sighed. Sheād worry about nightmares and bad memories some other time. They were okay for now. Even if for one moment.
November
Ara had let go of his hand, but he wasnāt entirely sure when. He assumed it was sometime after they exited the tunnels, as that was when the calming feeling he associated with her had faded. His head had lifted up to see what was wrong, only to find she was gone, already through the door.
Sheād been quick to go through. Quick to escape. She was still shaky from her earlier experience.
He hadnāt pushed, but he knew something Ā had happened a few seconds agoā¦
And he imagined it had something to do with her visions.
Whatever had happened, it had scared her. Made her timid and quiet. The brave girl from earlier had disappeared.
He hated when she got like thisā¦
He frowned and followed her through the door. A cold wind hit him, chilling his body. It was a welcome change from the sweltering heat inside, but still a bit shocking.
November scanned the area, noticing the greenery, along with the rest of the group, but his main concern was finding a certain brown-haired girl.
And then he spotted her.
She stood with her head tilted to the stars; a pose heād seen her in many times before. Her long brown hair wafted around her figure in gentle waves.
Novemberās breath hitched. His face grew warm; a gentle, sunny warmth, like a ray of sunshine on his skin. Everything else blurred out of focus as he watched Ara glance at the rest of the group.
A bubbly laugh drew his attention for a moment as a blur of blonde hair rushed past.
Lyn.
She ran past Ara, seeming to catch the brown-haired girl off guard as well.
Another laugh tickled his senses, making his heart leap. Ara laughed, covering her mouth with one hand as she watched Lyn and Nyx run circles around the garden.
Novemberās eyes blurred, only focusing on her before she glanced his way.
His face-which was already hot-went nuclear and he looked away just as she did.
Thankfully, she didnāt seem to notice.
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#ProtectSeb@freedomwriter76 OOOOOH!!! Iām so excited for my charries to meet Eva and Riker! Eva is gonna be so fun I think with my charries trying to figure them out, like their pasts and such. And Riker and November both have abusive fathers, so itāll be interesting to see how they interact.
my November is such a sweet cinnamon roll tho
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#ProtectSebWarning thoā¦our traveling group rn is HUGE!!
It has my charries= Jocelyn (Lyn), Nyx, Arabella (Ara), and November
Zlatan and Vulkasin
Alyona and Viktor
ALSO in case u didnāt know, Nyx can ātalkā mentally but only to those he trusts so as of rn only my charries can hear him (it sounds just like heās talking and heās around 9-10 years old)
ALSO EVERYONE!!! I donāt think Iām gonna read all the RPs if they donāt relate to me and my group cuz itās too hardā¦and too many characters now š¤£
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#ProtectSebHi!!! Being a bit late is fine. Or at least I hope so, since I’ve been know to be a little tardy at my responses. š
Viktor
The world had grown soft with the night. Seas of stars rolled over head, and tender leaves beneath. Viktor tipped back his head and let the song of the heavens fill his soul.
“Praise the Lord of the Universe, who spread the curtains of the skies and scattered his stars for fair set jewels. His mercy is everlasting, and his truth endureth to all generations. Praise the Lord!”
“To all generations.” He whispered and closed his eyes.
A high laugh made him jump. He looked about to see a blur of golden hair disappear into a door in the wall where olive branches could be seen, swaying in the passing comet’s wind.
Alyona caught his eye, a smile twitching at her lips. She gave him one look of perfect mischief and launched after Jocelyn.
Alyona
All the earth sped by, a whirl of slumbering sweets. On the path ahead two figures lead her on. A tall flying girl and a tiny ball of fur.
Alyona didn’t know why, but the moment Lynn bolted, she had wanted to follow. It was an old game of chase she hasn’t played in ages.
She hoped Viktor would come too. Dark memories only half realized had shaded his face for too long. He needed to laugh, to soak up the peace.
Laughing, Alyona dropped down beside a gnarled tree trunk. From here she could see both Jocelyn and the door to the first garden.
Viktor
He turned to the others.
“We might as well follow. There is better cover in there, what with the trees, and I believe there is a cistern, if anyone else wants a drink after those passages.”
And I don’t think it’s guarded, although there is a building that opens to it.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
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Eva
“We’re looking for a bedroom to stay in.” Ezra replied with a smile.
Eva was so happy to see them getting along okay…even more happy to see Ezra apologizing.
“You must have been from Germany. Or am I mistaken?”
She turned to Riker with a smile. “I was born there. I fled though…to escape the camps.”
Riker nodded slowly.
Swallowed, hard.
By his uniform, she knew exactly what branch he worked in.
Yes, the SS ran the camps.
But there was something in his dark blue eyes…Eva saw so much pain and guilt in them.
Ezra turned around. “Come on Y’all. Let’s go find a bedroom.”
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@godlyfantasy12. I CAN’T WAIT! Haha. Yes. Eva likes to figure out people’s pasts so she can help them through it. It’s a trait I love about her, but it sometimes annoys others. š (Especially Ezra. Because she’s beautiful, and when she’s annoying, he can’t bring himself to be mad at her. XD)
AND YES! I was thinking the same thing about November and Riker! That’s something they can relate about, but also notĀ knowĀ that the other has struggled with it until one of them says something about it. Riker knows what he went through was abuse, but like, he hates talking about it because it brings all that pain he went through and he always tries to make sure no one notices the scar on his cheek so no one asks questions he doesn’t want to answer. My poor baby. *sobs*
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Mikkel
A bed chamber?
“Sir…” Mikkel pulled off his helmet. The chin strap needed straightened. “If this were my castle, I wouldn’t be too pleased to find strangers inside the walls, much less the bed chambers.” he ran his fingers through his hair. “But we should be nearing the servants quarters by now, seeing the lack of tapestries, and the lowness of this passage.”
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Ezra
Ezra face palmed. It hurt. But he’d been stupid, so…he deserved it. “You’re right. And, forgive me if I’m intruding, but,” Ezra bit his lip, “how do you know castles so well?”
@freedomwriter76 He has a scar? I missed that! Idk if u know but November also has 3 large scars on his face (but not from his father. Itās actually from Corvina. He moved Ara out of the way during an attack, Iād told about this in the spoilers forum)
Itās three scars onĀ left side of his face from long raven claws (theyāre very red and wonāt heal over.)
(I mentioned this in the spoiler forum, but the scratch actually did something to Corvina, and him to but November doesnāt really realize it at first.)
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