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[SunnyJustice]

[Button Fox, your character is accepted! Keep in mind Kaia is from Windwoods village. Currently, there is an invasion happening, with Alastair's soldiers attacking the village. The villagers, along with the eleven original characters from Capital City, are fighting back but they are outnumbered. Discussion is here, in case you need to know anything or just hang out. :)
Nytrix that's okay, my posts can get confusing due to the length. XD]

Even the scar on Cyprian's face made him mad. It just proved Rowan was a traitor. He wasn't a good healer, he even left scars. And that was when his victim -- excuse me -- his patient actually survived. Cyprian was actually going to kill him. He meant it this time, he was going to rip apart Rowan and leave him for the dogs to finish off.
He couldn't hide the worry in his eyes when Jaai grabbed his shirt. She seemed to be in terrible condition and Cyprian was barely holding back panic. "I won't leave you. I'll never leave you. I promise," he grumbled as he hugged her with surprising gentleness for somebody of his size. "Just, uh... go to sleep or something. You're a mess right now. You need rest."

Timpani was furious. The hail was tinted red in her vision. Anger wouldn't help in this situation though, so she took a deep breath and ran towards the house. She would have kicked in the door, but it was already destroyed. She ran to the living room and placed Silas on a couch. Cyprian was already there with Jaai. Timpani looked from Jaai to Silas.
"I'm getting Tacet," she decided. "You guys better hang on."
She ran out the back door as quickly as she could.

[Button Fox]

(Yay, thanks! I'll start tomorrow cause I'm super tired right now. Goodnight)

[Azaline]

"Sleep? I gotta fight," she remembered her wound after saying that, and coughed softly. She spotted Silas curled up on half the couch. A blade stuck out of his thig, and Jaai winced at the bleeding wound. Sure, she loved blood, but she couldn't ever patch someone up. She wouldn't be able to hurt someone she needed to help. "Hi," she said, leaning against Cyprian for support as she tried to stand. She failed, and collapsed back on the couch, tugging Cyprian down so he could sit beside her.

Silas sniffed, wishing his anchor was beside him. Were had she gone? Everything was a little blurry, and his hands were for some reason sticky and red? He scowled and stried to move, then the pain returned in sharp bursts. The short girl said something? "What?" He muttered, delusional. His pants were really red? Now they would get stained, ugh. He tried to think carefully, but sleep beconed and he had no problem driftin into the dreamland.

[SunnyJustice]

The air around the dead tree was rippling with heat. Not a single hailstone reached the ground at Rowan's feet. They would instantly melt and evaporate upon approaching him. Tacet could sense the boy's fury building, and he felt helpless. He was nothing but a small sapling in the path of a raging wildfire.
"I'm sorry." Tacet bowed his head. "I took the safest option."
It was impossible to even make eye contact anymore. Tacet was given Solara's blessing. He could photosynthesize, and his brilliant green eyes marked him as such. He was the only person who could look into her eyes in perfect comfort. Instead of eating human food, he spent his best hours looking directly at the sun. His vision was an array of bright colors and vibrant lights, and his eyes were naturally drawn towards things that would burn other people's retinas permanently.
But Rowan's burning gaze was painfully scorching to even Tacet's eyes.
"Mr. Tenuto..." Rowan murmured, closing his eyes. His voice was slow and carefully controlled, and he gestured down to Lily. "I understand what you did... but please..."
"Of course." Tacet didn't need to ask. Rowan was barely holding himself back, so he could take precautions before losing his temper. Tacet took Lily into his arms and backed away until he could feel rain. Not good enough. He kept backing up until the air cooled back down completely, and the precipitation was hail instead.
Somebody crashed into him from behind, somebody who was ridiculously strong. Tacet stumbled, but fortunately the person caught him. "We need you at home," Timpani said. "People are hurt and we need a healer-"
A voice drowned out her words. It was a cry of mingled grief and rage, completely beyond recognition. Tacet found it hard to believe that this was Rowan's voice. Where had the soft, mild-mannered boy gone?
Tacet saw a bright light that wasn't lightning. Rowan was taking out his anger on the tree that impaled Lily, it seemed. The tree must have had some life left in it. Rowan's hands were braced against the trunk, and the glow from the tree showed the infuriated expression on his once-gentle face.
"That's Rowan?" Timpani narrowed her eyes in confusion and scrutiny. The light was getting brighter, so Tacet could see her face. "What's he doing?"
"Something he needs to do," Tacet murmured. He was just glad Rowan wasn't overdosing a person with his deadly healing power. If he had enough to disintegrate one of Windwoods' oldest and largest trees, what would happen to a person who even touched him in that moment?
Timpani grabbed his wrist and began to walk. Tacet had no choice but to follow her, since her strength was far too great to resist. It was a natural version of super-strength that she had personally trained into herself. Tacet looked back as they walked, just as the light completely engulfed the tree before beginning to fade. There was absolutely nothing left behind. Just a scar in the ground where the roots used to be. In the dying light, Tacet saw the boy fall to his knees, sobbing uncontrollably with anger and longing.
Tacet was grateful he was a normal healer. Even though he had limits that Rowan would eventually surpass, he would never need to worry about killing someone with his power.

Cadence was just leaving the house when Timpani burst in, dragging Tacet with her. Immediately, the man fell to his knees, green eyes welling up with tears. Cadence smiled and put a hand on Tacet's face.
"How... how are you..." He stammered.
"Our daughter brought me back," Cadence said and gestured to Guinevere. "I am going out again. This time, I'm not alone and I'm going to be more careful."
"Please do," Tacet whispered as she ran out into the storm. He didn't need to wipe his tears. They were already gone. (Plants needed regular watering.)
Timpani seemed to be tired of this. She grabbed Tacet and picked him up easily, then carried the man to the living room. Timpani put him down on the coffee table. Tacet immediately took inventory of the three teenagers, and knew who needed his help. He took Jaai's hand with his left hand, and Silas' hand with his right.
"Good thing it's you and not that traitorous murderer Rowan," he thought he heard Cyprian mutter. Tacet hoped he imagined that. It was never good to be driving rifts between people...

[Azaline]

Jaai shifted uncomfortably. The healing was takin quite a long time, why? She huffed impatiently, muttering under her breath. She studied Tacet's face carefully.

Silas didn't want to touch anyone, but gripped the man's hand so he could heal. When he didn't feel any healing, his stomach sank. Was he preventing the power from flowing. His breathing quickened, and he grasped for an inhaler. Where was it? He shook as he tried to breathe, but the airflow had cut off? What happened to his inhaler? It was in his bag, maybe? Where was Timpani? She knew what to do. The room blurred and Silas tried to stand on his good leg. He winced in pain, falling to the ground. Why was there so much red everywhere?

[SunnyJustice]

There was something wrong, wasn't there? Tacet could sense when his healing power wasn't flowing. He didn't know why. Maybe he had to heal one at a time. Jaai seemed the most wounded, so he shifted both hands to her. "I may have to heal you one at a time," he explained calmly. It was always ideal to remain calm, or he would stress out his patients. Tacet never wanted to stress out anyone. His name was the musical term for 'silence'.
Silas tried to stand up, and collapsed to the ground. He seemed to be in more distress than Jaai. Tacet would have gone to help him, but Timpani was already there. She had been the one escorting Tacet here, and she still hadn't left.
"Kid, you need to calm down." Timpani picked up the boy. She had effortlessly carried many people today, but Tacet could sense the slightest of fatigue in her posture. Which was unexpected, given her super-human endurance.
Tacet frowned as he looked from Jaai to Silas. "If this is not working, the only other opti-"
"You're not getting Rowan, Grasshopper," Cyprian snarled as he grabbed Tacet by the throat. "You're not getting the murderer. I swear, when he comes back here, I'm going to deal with him once and for all."
"Cyprian... don't..." Tacet breathed.
"He doesn't belong here. I'm going to kill him by ripping him apar-"
The back door opened, and Tacet heard a familiar voice. A voice he almost doubted he would hear again. It was Rowan's soft, gentle tone before he had snapped in rage.
"Mr. Tenuto?" the voice called out timidly. "Can I speak with you, please?"
"You have to hide." Cyprian threw Tacet to the ground roughly. "He's going to kill you. But I'm gonna fix that." He grabbed the marble centerpiece from the table, which was essentially a bowl-shaped chunk of solid dark rock. The boy dumped out the dried herb contents Tacet kept in there.
Tacet began to get up, but his ankle stung with pain. It wasn't broken or sprained, but it was definitely uncomfortable. "Young man, you are behaving delusionally..."
"You haven't seen Rowan!" Cyprian hissed. "I've seen what he's done. I'm sick of this. I'm sick of waiting for him to kill somebody else. It's him or us, and I pick us."
"You should be fighting the soldiers-"
"Shut up. Rowan's more dangerous to us than the soldiers. At least the soldiers are outside." Without another word, Cyprian rushed into the dining room with the stone centerpiece in his hands.
Tacet would have followed, but he couldn't do much with his ankle. He would end up getting severely injured there. Best he let the boys resolve their differences (the way girls in Windwoods would normally resolve their differences), and he would have a conversation with them later.
He returned to his seat and clasped Jaai's hand again. "Is this still not working, ma'am?"

[Fenrhys, Wolf Queen]

Dawn Mahina

❝I am a God of Death, all shall fall at my feet.❞

Basics

Given Name: Dawn
Code Name: The God of Death
Gender: Female


Age: 16
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Crush: Open
Job: Assassin
Origins: The Capital

Appearance

(she looks exactly the same as the picture)

Hair: Black, chest length with copper highlights

Eyes: Grey-Green

Skin hue: Ivory

Body type: AB-

Height: 5' 5"

Weight: 120 lbs

Abilities

Weapons: Anything she can get her hands on, but her favourite is her twin swords, which she always has on her personnel (gift from original Royal Family, but she presently can;t remember where she got them)

Power: Nullification (cancels the power of anyone she touches for 5 minutes)

Strengths: Enhanced agility and senses, master fighter (everyone considers her a God of Death)

Weaknesses: Can't bring herself to hurt children (people under 16) and she can't bring herself to harm anyone from the Adamson family

Personality

Personality: Composed, Insane (while fighting), Cocky, Quiet (if she doesn't trust you), Wild, Punky, Mysterious

Likes: Fighting, King Alistair (whom she looks at as a God), Death, Music, Children (she can't kill anyone below 16)

Dislikes: King Alistair, Suffering, Sorrow

Backstory

Dawn was raised to be the Royal Family's children's guard, but when the original family was usurped, Dawn got taken into custody by the new "King", Alistair. She was then brainwashed by one of his men and now works as an assassin and as Alistair's right hand man.

(@Two How's this?)

[Fenrhys, Wolf Queen]

Guinevere

Age: 15>Crush: N/A>Sexuality: Bisexual>Power: Resurgence>Mood: Scared>Tagged: Cadence

I watch the events that follow quietly the only evidence of my crying being a bit of a runny nose and red eyes, though I somehow manage to brush both of these symptoms. I then turn to Tacet, "Father, if there is anyone dead please bring them here." I request. Though I can no longer truly help fight, I can still bring back the dead and that is just what I intend to do.

Dawn Mahina

Age: 16>Crush: N/A>Sexuality: Straight>Power: Nullification>Mood: Peeved>Tagged: Alistair

I walk through the castle halls headed towards the throne room, on the way there, all the servants immediately make the wise decision move out of my path. If they hadn't I would have slit their throats, I walk into the throne room right up to just in front of the throne before kneeling on one knee my head bowed in front of King Alistair, "Sire, I have pressing news." I say before raising my head, "The soldiers you have sent to eradicate Windwood Village are having... issues. I am here to request your permission to go and help them... finish the job." I explain my eyes hard as steel.

[SunnyJustice]

[Accepted, and I just got to say I love the coding and color scheme. :) ]

Finally, the storm was dying down, and the last wave of soldiers was dwindling. The village was in ruins, every landmark ruined, every plant dead from the extreme weather and the violent combat. It physically pained Cadence to see those sunflowers go. Gavotte and Cilan were barely struggling with the last guards, and Cadence shoved the attackers back with her telekinesis.
"It's that old lady! I thought we killed her," one of the soldiers whimpered.
Old lady, huh?
"Get off my lawn!" Cadence shook her fist at them. It was so hard not to laugh, but she managed to keep a straight face. The soldiers turned and ran. Some of them were screaming that she was a 'ghost' come back to haunt them.
"Wow mom, way to teach them to respect their elders." Gavotte chuckled.
Cadence smiled at her little son. She was standing at the top of the destroyed fountain. The stone sculpture was wrecked, but she could stand on the jets of water, which were completely frozen solid now.
Cilan crossed his arms, looking triumphant. "We did it," he said. "We won."
"The war is over!" Cadence shouted at the top of her lungs. It was easier to hear her now, since the storm had completely faded away. "Windwoods, hear me! The war is over, and we're still here!"
"We're still here!" Cilan echoed the cheer, putting his fist in the air.

Tacet had seen the village. "Perhaps it is for the best," he suggested, "if you find the dead outside. There are too many to bring in here, I'm afraid." Fortunately it was a small village, she would recognize her own friends.

Rowan was completely exhausted. The war outside had finished, but the war inside had just begun. He was on his knees in front of the back door, which he was too tired to close. All his energy was spent. He was barely keeping himself from keeling over and passing out, and he didn't know how.
"Mr. Tenuto?" he tried again, but his pleas were greeted by Cyprian instead.
"Cyprian," Rowan whispered, "am I ever glad to see you... do you know where Mr. Tenuto is?"
Cyprian was carrying some kind of rock sculpture as he walked closer, warily. Rowan didn't know why. He was no longer giving off any unnatural heat. In fact, exhaustion had drained away all his warmth. He was shivering uncontrollably, and he just desperately wanted a warm hug.
But do I really deserve one right now? Rowan thought as tears pricked his eyes. Or ever?
"No idea," Cyprian grumbled. "And even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."
Rowan looked up at the taller boy worriedly. "Why-"
"Do you even need to ask why, you sadistic murderer?" Cyprian shouted at him, coming closer. He raised the rock, ready to strike at any moment. "Are you even sorry for what you've done?"
The young healer could feel his heart breaking. He slumped to the ground, crying as softly as he could. Rowan didn't want Cyprian to get angrier because of the noise. He didn't want anyone to be upset anymore. Although at this point, he was beyond giving people hugs. He would never be able to touch anyone again without fearing for their life. Rowan wanted to be wiped from existence completely, just so all his guilt could go away. He didn't even want to die. That would cause unnecessary drama for everyone. He just wanted to never have existed in this world.
"I'm sorry," Rowan sobbed, over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm-"
"You think anyone will forgive you for what you did?" Cyprian yelled even louder. "Where's Lily, huh? Not around. Figures. Nobody loves a sadistic murderer."
Rowan was silent then, not even crying. He took one slow, deep breath and rose to his feet steadily.
"Gonna fight me now, healer boy?" Cyprian sneered. "Or should I say, murderer?"
"Please don't touch me," Rowan whispered. He could feel Cyprian's irrational anger, and he knew it was useless. "I don't know what would happen to you. I don't want anyone else to get hurt, please, I'm begging you."
"Death threats," snarled the prince. "That's the murderer I know."
Cyprian threw the first punch. Rowan was in no state of mind to dodge, let alone retaliate. He simply let the boy's fist connect with his face. The pain was nothing compared with the agony of losing Lily. The force sent Rowan slamming into a wall, but his 'opponent' didn't get up to punch him again.
Cyprian was unconscious on the ground, glowing ever so slightly. Rowan didn't dare touch him. But somehow, the glow was becoming brighter. Rowan knew what would happen if this wasn't stopped.
No. It's me who needs to be stopped. No healer should be that powerful, he thought.
Thinking fast, Rowan rushed to the sink and filled up a cup of cold water. He quickly went to Cyprian's side and splashed the freezing water all over the boy's face. Immediately the glow faded and Cyprian regained consciousness, kicking and sputtering. He glared up at Rowan.
"You tried to kill me," Cyprian accused.
"Please, let me explain," Rowan begged him.
Cyprian got off the ground and ran. Rowan followed him into the living room, where several people were sitting with the wounded. Rowan's spirit was crushed even further when he realized, he wouldn't be the one healing these people. He was too dangerous to even be here.
"Get this murderer out of here," Cyprian snarled, pointing to Rowan. "He almost killed me."

It was morning, although the sun would never rise. Alastair's spell had taken effect. Darkness reigned over all of Hesenia. He sat on his throne, proud and arrogant as he waited for news.
When his favorite assassin arrived, he would have ripped off her head at what he heard. But she was too valuable, despite being a girl. Alastair scorned women and believed their place was in the kitchen. But he was making an exception this once, just because Dawn had proved herself too many times. So he spared her.
"Permission granted," he said with a smirk. "But... bring my son to me, alive."

[Azaline]

Jaai regurgitated blood, then wiped her mouth. Where had Cyprian gone? That idiot. He returned after some time, and Jaai would have relaxed if he wasn't so tense. He spat something at Rowan, who looked like he was about to fall apart. Jaai pulled herself to her feet, keeping check on her breathing. She fixed her posture and glared at Cyprian. "Calm yourself, dumbass. There is no need for such accusations. And you-" she whipped around to Rowan, unfaltering. "Pull yourself together. Everyone is suffering. The villagers who live here don't even have a safe home anymore! People die, okay? So get it together so no one else has to die." She focused back on Cyprian. "Don't say anything, okay? Let people heal, then we can talk. "
Jaai shifted painfully over to Rowan, then flung her arms around his waist. "I'm sorry about all this crap that's happening, but you can't change it."

Silas gripped his knees and sobbed, wanting his friend. "Timpani!" He cried, putting more pressure on the knife wound. "Help," he cried, and it came out broken.