Akira
I’m not used to going on dates. Well, the fact that I had never been on one could make a difference on experience. It was odd, really. Not one man had ever taken an interest in me until now and that was Griffin....
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Griffin
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IT HAS BEEN SO LONG, AND I AM SO SO SORRY FOR THAT. Also, sorry for the crapness of this. I forced it out. Because I love you. ;D Hope it’s moderately acceptable xD...
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From: [Cactushugs]
[√] I understand, you have my permission. I wish to join the club.
Character's Full Name: Larua Smith
Pronunciation: (LARR-oo-Ah)
Species: Chimera: a creature from Greek mythology that, in recent times, has been adapted into any creature that is a gumbo of others. They are often associated with chaos, and, because of their various parts, they are considered to be powerful and frightening. Larua’s specific parts include - Jerboa (ears), gray Langur (tail), cooper hawk (eye), tabby cat (eye), cheetah (legs), eagle (talons- right hand), grizzly bear (paw- left hand), anaconda (scutes on stomach and tongue), mockingbird (voice), white shark (teeth), peregrine falcon (left wing), Florida bonneted bat (right wing)
Abilities: Keen sight, increased night vision, built in weapons, flight, speed
Age: 17 through and through
Height: 6’3”
Hair: Black like her ears. She dyes it often in a multitude of colors, however, the most recent being teal
Eye Color(s): right = Hawk- Orange; left = Cat- green
Skin Color(s): Skin is pale, Fur/scales are not taken care of well, for fear someone would see them while she’s washing
Personality: She hides behind a mask, literally and figuratively. She thinks if she smiles and keeps relationships that keep in the shallows, then no one will find out her secrets, and they won’t find her. She doesn’t know who “they” are, but she does know they’ll do anything to kill her. Or, that’s what her gut says. Beneath the mask she’s scared and confused, seeing herself as a monster who’d be shunned by mankind if they knew what she was. She hides behind her mask for as long as she can, but once it cracks all her emotions, no matter what they are, they come rushing out, usually causing more harm than good. For days afterward she’d sulk over her outburst before moving on to the next town and starting up her act again. She has trouble trusting people, tending to second guess motives behind actions. once someone gains her trust, however, they have it fully, especially as she grows to understand their mannerisms. It’s a one shot deal though; breaking her trust means losing it for good, no matter, and perhaps because of, how they change after.
Looks: Her ears aren’t pierced, though she often tugs at one ear as if something should be there. Various scars she can’t recall getting are all over her arms and legs, most hidden by her clothing.
Appearance: Her bright attire and tricks usually draw her to everyone’s attention, only to be identified as a performer and forgotten quickly in the rush of city life. Those who stop to talk are met with bright smiles and language that hints at a high school dropout, again nothing out of the ordinary with her profession.
Outfit/Style: When performing, she wears long, purple and green striped pants that flare out ridiculously at the bottom, a puffy sky blue shirt with long sleeves, and a pink fading to purple masquerade mask with a white bead and four black feathers sprouting from the side. The gloves and eye patch she’s constantly wearing, even under the mask are both black, and the contact she wears in her other eye is brown. She wears a gold and silver jester's hat with bells at the tips and fake teeth that give her a bit of trouble with the letter s, both worn while she's performing. When the show is done, she dons a black and baggy and sweatshirt and sweatpants, camping out in alleyways and trying to avoid the gaze of late-night roamers.
Likes: Her shows, collecting little “souvenirs” (rocks, Mardi Gras beads, chip of wood, etc), solitude, warm weather, random acts of kindness
Dislikes: Crowds, “them”, her appearance, nosy people, liars
Strengths: Speed, enhanced vision, ability to mimic almost any voice or sound, “extra hand” from her tail
Weaknesses: Inability to trust strangers or express true feelings in a “healthy” manner, mild paranoia, headaches if she tries to see with both eyes at once, powers may be greater than human but less than the animal her parts are from
Fears: “them”, being found out for being something different, other people, deception, strawberries
History: She’s been on the streets of America since she was 10, and soon took up juggling to make a bit of coin. As she saved up, she exchanged tattered gloves and rags over one eye for more sturdy gloves and a shiny eyepatch, sparkly clothes and a mask to hide herself from the world. She continued juggling, adding a song or two to her slowly growing act. She moved with the summer, flying in the dead of night from one city to another. When she was still learning how the world worked, she had a partner, a normal girl her age, as alone as she was. When she trusted her enough to reveal her wings and ears, the girl immediately pointed her out as a freak. Hurt and afraid, she flew off, not stopping until she was lost in the Canadian wilderness, where she hid for two years and nursed a mistrust for everyone around her. Later, she returned to the states, and so began her life of not letting anyone in. In the more recent months, she’s started questioning her past, referring to a people too terrible to remember as “them”. She doesn’t know how she knows, but she knows they’re looking for her, to kill her. She’s grown accustomed to trusting people even less and dying her hair every month or so to a dramatically new color in hopes of throwing “them” off.
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Ela
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As I walked downstairs one afternoon, I paused to stop in front of an unused room. It was strange--every room in the mansion but this one was in use by club members. I often wondered what it was that made this one so special....
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