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[Hobo!]

[center]vιvα lα vιdα!
υѕerɴαмe: Hobo! {If you must, you can call me Abby, whichever floats your boat.}
ғυll ɴαмe: Luna Elizabeth Wildes
ɴιcĸɴαмe: She'd prefer if you just called her Hazel, considering it doesn't really have any adjustable nicknames but Haze, and that just seems a bit morbid in her eyes.
αɢe: 18
ѕpecιeѕ: Encantado [size=70]{An encantado is a Brazilian legendary creature. They live in a deep underwater realm named the Encante. Encantados are most commonly viewed as a type of freshwater dolphin or sea snake that has the ability to shapeshift into human form. They are characterized by superior musical ability, loveliness, and attraction to parties. While in human form the encantado will wear a hat to hide its protruding forehead. It does not disappear while shapeshifting and frequently displays magical abilities, such as the power to control storms and haunt humans. They use various mind control techniques and can inflict illness, insanity, and even death.}
powers: At night she shapeshifts into a snake and sleeps underwater, usually in a small stream or a barrel of water; anything she can find. In the mornings, when she's forced shapeshift back into a human, she can sometimes control the mind of a human, or do what is listed above, but rarely. It takes a lot of energy out of her and only really works in a high stress situation. If you count it as a power, she is very musically talented because of her species, and can sing quite well and play almost any instrument given to her.
looĸѕ: Luna has shoulder-lenghth, midnight black curls that are big and look like she wore curlers the night before. She doesn't have to do anything with her hair, since its naturally lovely with its wide corkscrew curls, but she always has to wear a hat of some sort, since her forehead protrudes out. Her eyes are a pale blue that would look almost intimidating from far off. Her lips are a rose-y pink color that get paler when she's cold or scared. She has smooth, almost round features instead of serious and sharp. She has round cheeks that aren't chubby-looking, but aren't hollowed out so she looks like a skeleton. On that note, she is quite skinny, because she's forced to live in the slums, but she isn't like some, which is like a walking skeleton. She has enough meat on her that it doesn't look like you'll snap her in two if you touch her. The girl has pale skin and not a freckle to be seen on said skin.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Luna is a flirty, happy kind of girl that loves to be mischievous and a bit wild. She always has a crowd with her, even if its not for her, and likes to stay with other people more so than staying alone. She always loves a good party, as long as she can get to her water barrel before she passes out or falls asleep due to her nasty habit of shapeshifting when her eyes close and she meets sleep. She is a lot like a night owl though, staying up until late hours out on the town, mostly in the slums, and then slivering back to where she belongs when its time to sleep.
Luna loves music, mostly due to her musical talent due to her being an Encante. She'll usually be heard humming or singing a song. On that note, she loves to play instruments and listen to them.
Luna's flirty side is always showing. She's very confident in her male-picking up ability, from elves to humans she feels like she can 'seduce' almost any male.
Luna is a stubborn kind of girl that can easily get herself into trouble. She always stands up for anybody getting harrassed for any reason, even if it is one of those stinkin' humans that believe that they are better than her.. Anyways, she is very confident in her ability to win a fight, even though she is short in stature and skinny. She isn't quite as good as she believes though.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Musical, lovely, risk-taker
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: Over-confident, can occasionally be clingy, stubborn
нιѕтory: Luna came from a small family of snakes in the Amazon on Earth. Yeah, she was a myth, a legend, and not exactly real in humans eyes, but oh, she was. She was the rebellious one of the family, and would always go out, make sure she looked good, and stunned the locals with her pale skin and blue eyes. She eventually left to go to bigger and better places, England, and lived wherever she could. She loved it. She was happy and healthy and always found a good time.
oтнer: None~

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ғυll ɴαмe: Charles Rae Lewis
ɴιcĸɴαмe: Charlie.. He'd rather be called Charles
αɢe: 18
ѕpecιeѕ: Human
powers: ~
looĸѕ: Charles has an almost dirty reddish color hair that falls over his eyes, which are bespectacled with thick, unattractive glasses. He has gray eyes that don't show much emotion in general. He's a spindly boy that has sharp features, is quite short standing at 5"0 and quite skinny. He slouches a lot, so as not to be noticed.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Charles is a lonely, quiet, and introverted character. He rarely speaks to anyone that isn't, like.. Well, like him, unless he notices them, and he knows they need help. There have been too many times when he wishes somebody would have done something like that for him, so he's decided he'll help any way he can. He really does hate a lot of things, including his parents, his sister, people in general, and really himself. He's one of those guys, that if you hang out with him, you get a bit depressed. Hey, he can't help it.. Thats just how he is. Charles has the lowest self-esteem you'll ever see, and will almost never accept compliments, even petty ones like 'Hey, I like your shoes.' He keeps quiet and hidden, but when you get him happy, he'll really start to be cool, and he loves to talk as long as he knows you, or if you're a complete stranger and you bother to ask him questions he'll sometimes answer them.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Reading, writing, and he can take a lot
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: Low self-esteem, gets upset easily, doesn't talk too much.
нιѕтory: "I don't have a bad life. I have a sister.. She was the first child, and the only child my parents, Gina who is 36, and Karl who is 30, planned on having. She didn't do too bad in school. My parents didn't really plan on having me. I was more of a.. surprise. Or a burden as my sister called me. -hah- I was usually left in my room, with a few toys and children's books. Thats mostly how I became so smart. When you have nothing to do and your parents don't care when you're young, you tend to find whatever is around you. I taught myself how to read when I was young, and then my basic addition when I was just a bit older. The same year, I learned how to multiply, then.. Nevermind. I hate to brag. Uh, anyways. Yeah. Whatever I do, my parents don't care. They never have. 'Mom! Listen! I can play a level 4 piece on the piano!' She never cared.. She didn't even bother to come to my recitals, along with my sister and father. I, uh.. Try to get over it.

oтнer: Not much~

ιɴтrodυcтυry pαrαɢrαpн:
Luna slithered out of her most recent sleeping barrel, her white eyes and black body a striking feature to the small alley that housed said barrel. She carefully looked around with the unblinking eyes of a water snake and started to shift. She thought about it. First, her eyes that turned their humanly pale blue and gained pale eyelids to flit over them. She closed her eyes to concentrate as he firm scales became soft, vulnerable skin, her limbless body growing arms and legs, and last but not least her hair sprouting out of her head.
Luna stood up fully, her pale body striking as she picked up her usual outfit and pulled it on. She blinked sleepily and ran her fingers through her curly cue black hair and looking down at the loose fitting top hat she had found at a mock-thrift store earlier that week. She placed the tall black hat on her head and carefully smiled to herself. She walked out of the alley and looked at the creatures walking by. The ones in oppression, the ones like her, who were happier than can be on the interesting spaceship. She sighed lightly to herself, placing her hands on her hips to look around and decide how the day was going to play out.[/center]

[ossa di cervo]

vιvα lα vιdα!
υѕerɴαмe: Zmija. You can call me Zmi, Zm.. Whatever works.
ғυll ɴαмe: Alexandra Benjamin 'Benji' Laik
ɴιcĸɴαмe (ιғ αɴy): Benji and Benji alone, she puts up with no other names.
αɢe: Twenty. No longer aging.
ѕpecιeѕ: Banshee
powers: Benji can, being a Banshee, speak to the dead as well as temporarily control their actions. Benji can also see the time of death when she gazes at a person, though she never says a time, nor does she act upon them.
looĸѕ: Benji is a slender woman with pale, almost green/yellow skin and a pearl bracelet on her right wrist. Her feet are never covered but she has elegant feet and walks almost as if she isn't touching the ground. Her legs appear to be well muscled, other then the small sections that are missing, obviously fallen off due to disease or rot. Her upper body is wrapped in a thin, mist like white dress that falls in frays just above her knees. She is never seen in anything different and the dress never appears to get any dirtier and no matter how she's moving (or standing for that matter) the ends move as if caught in a small breeze. Benji's arms are just as elegant as her legs but if one was to look closely they'd realize that she has close to no fingertips. The skin under her nails is rotting and her nails themselves are long, yet jagged. They appear sharp and uneven at a glance and her fingertips are rather...daunting. The skin has decayed away, leaving small bone times protruding under her nails. Benji's face is clear of such blemishes and she tends to be wearing the same, daring grin or biting at her lower lip every second of her life. Her eyes are a terrifying white and she has no iris, nor pupil, though there are small ghostly 'outlines' where they should be. Benji's hair is a silver color and it falls to the middle of her rather long neck and just like her dress, the tips of her hair are always eerily waving in an "invisible" breeze.
perѕoɴαlιтy: Benji simply loves to play with people's minds. She is very cruel and believes that the 'creatures' could take over all the ships in a seconds notice, without plan or idea. It could just happen with the snap of a finger. She has a rather unexplainable hatred of humans and tends to be around them, toying with emotions, more so then around creatures and toying with them. Benji's tongue ends in a long point and she loves to mess with people in this way, flashing her tongue and trying to get a face in that could shake a human out of it's boots. Just because Benji doesn't prefer to pick on creatures, that doesn't mean she won't. She'll willingly throw herself at a creature and try to get it aggravated and attempt to start a fight. She loves nothing more then to start, and watch, havoc break out.
ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Benji doesn't need to eat, therefore she isn't worried about finding food or water. She has a knack of acting like a sweet, innocent creature before lashing out. She has an eerie 'beauty' about her that she flaunts and has perfected the use of.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: Benji is head strong and has a very short temper. It isn't hard to get her rilled up and throwing a fit, causing the invisible breeze at her dress and hair ends to go rather crazy. She feels the need to be around others constantly and causing a mess; she panics rather violently when alone. Benji isn't exactly the smartest crayon in the toolshed...
нιѕтory: Benji lived quietly and peacefully before death. She had a beautiful boyfriend and was expecting to be married within the year. Then disease struck out. A disease that took Benji's life without any signs of sickness or any warning signals. One day she was with her beautiful fiance, the next she lay on her death bed. The girl isn't sure what she did to become a Banshee, perhaps a deal with the devil himself, but she has more or less accepted this fate. She watched her fiance from afar; watched him marry another, bare his own children without her, and watched the small, precious moments when he thought about and missed her. Her heart was in agony and so she left, she bare to watch him live a life of happiness no longer. How she wond up on the ship, even Benji isn't sure of.
oтнer: Benji sometimes does the signature Banshee wail when she thinks of her fiance and often plays with the bracelet on her wrist with her dead fingers. She is very active in trying to start a rebellion though, and get this new ship-captain out of "office".

ιɴтrodυcтυry pαrαɢrαpн: Benji sat with her back leaning into the wall of a building that was a part of the rather large 'creature' section of the London Ship. Her head was tilted so she could watch the people and creatures that passed before her, her large, white eyes following them closely. Her lower lip was being restrained by her teeth as she watched a few and a rather loud giggle took over her throat, "You're all pathetic!" She laughed aloud, receiving several odd looks from citizens to who she replied with a simple grin. Her long tongue fell from her jaws and licked at her lips, "What is it? Why do you look at my accursed flesh with such distasteful eyes?!" All the glances that were being directed at Benji then flicked away as the apparent lunatic shone through her laughter, "Predictable."

The woman stood and began walking down the alley, her hair whipping around her shoulders and her toes just barely hitting the ground. Her arms swung back and forth as if she were skipping down the alley and her legs looked as if they were bounding with great speed, yet she moved at a leisurely pace that wasn't to hard to pass. Her eyes glanced at the buildings she passed and the people as well. She let her tongue fall from her mouth a few times, trying to frighten a few, and it worked splendidly more then once. The girl suddenly stopped mid-stride though and turned her head slowly. Her eyes then rested upon another like her; only this male was visible to herself alone. She grinned, "Oh spirit, what is it you need from a lonesome grub like myself?" The man frowned and moved toward Benji, shaking his head. No words came from his mouth and he simply stood, shaking his head slowly and watching Benji's movements. "You're a silly one." Benji placed her hands on her knees and smiled at the deceased man, "How did you die, perhaps you were mauled by a dog you thought to be sane? Or perhaps you were cutting wood and ended up hitting yourself? I can never tell how intelligent someone is just by looking at their soul." Benji giggled when the spirit stopped shaking it's head, turned and left her. She continued her walk, in a more jolly mood now then before. It was always at the expense of others that Benji gained such joy.

((Hope everything is okay! ;D I had lots of fun making her<3))

[Clavicle]

[I've never seen a steampunk RP around here before! O:
I'll be editing this post with my character/s]

[bubiza]

((All you guys are accepted. I'll add you to the list when I get to my laptop in a minute.
EDIT: Although the title says Not Accepting, it's alright if you've said previously that you're going to join/reserved a spot.))

Padding across the creature section of the ship, Kit looked around at the sheer filth of everything. He wanted to have a look at the human side, but if a creature was caught without express permission from another human, it was highly punishable. Shivering, he glanced around at the various other folk who he saw every day. Part of him longed to be in Paris, where it would at least be warmer and more sophisticated than the slums of London, but if they caught him smuggling himself again, it could easily result in death. He walked over to a bakery with a sign hanging out of it stating at it welcomed creatures, and brought himself some bread to eat. It wasn't exactly a staple diet with the correct vitamins and minerals, but it was food.

He left the shop, in a slightly happier mood, and felt in his pocket. He pulled out a sticky bun, which he had grabbed before anybody noticed. Yes, it was unlawful, but he was starving. He knew the suffering of all the creatures around the district, but it was everybody for themselves. If you tried to help the others like you, you'd probably end up starving to death. Turning the corner, he carried on walking, briefly changing into kitsune form.

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~
Natalie was quite taken aback at the creature presented in front of her, it wasn't that she was unfamiliar with creatures, it was just she was unfamiliar with them dropping from the sky in front of her feet. "Are you alright there?" she asked, about to offer a hand of help when the woman got to her feet. Lorien, who had once been perched on Natalie's shoulder was now sitting on Skyla's shoulder looking to see where the wings had gone. Lorien seemed to have an affinity with anything or anyone that had wings, and she was now chirping, confused by the sudden disappearance of wings. "Excuse me," said Lee apologetically to Skyla, Lorien had a habit of sitting on strangers' shoulders, and more often than not she did so unwelcomely. Lee clicked her tongue, "Lorien," she said with a sharp gaze to her bird, Lorien immediately returned to her shoulder. "I'm sorry if she bothered you, she's quite impolite," Lee said with a roll of her eyes, she raised her hand to stroke her bird and then smiled at the woman in front of her.
Natalie seemed quite unperturbed by the fact that Skyla was a creature, in fact, she unlike what many of her friends would do, was ignoring it all together. Often she found that with creatures they prefer to be treated as a human, and as an individual, Natalie respected this and was going to continue talking to the girl when she realised what Skyla had said to begin with. "Oh I'm very sorry," she said, realising she had been keeping the woman, "If you've places to be don't mind my chatter," she said, shaking her head at herself, she always hated it when she got quite into a conversation then realised she was most likely keeping a person from their business. She always found it rude of herself, and if there was one thing besides her inventing she prided herself on, it was the fact that she tried never to be rude.

~ Andrew Luton ~
Andy walked amongst the more creature-dominated area of the London District, he received dirty looks from most of them, automatically assuming he was human, he didn't blame them, his maker had done a magnificent job. Although he was faced with seething glares and hisses with every corner he turned the only way to get to London's finest black market was through the densely populated creature territory. He swatted off pick-pockets trying to mug him of his belongings, his automaton strength and hyper-sensitivity coming into great use, not only did his body know exactly how hard to swipe to get the thieves away, but he also knew exactly where they were around him. Just his care and his inability to be easily stolen from gained him more glares and glances from the creatures hiding in the alleys. Drug-dealing wasn't uncommon through these parts he had learned fairly on in his adventures here, now he was here simply for business. He needed parts for his maker and he needed them cheap, in fact, many of the parts in his own metal body were obtained from the stall he was about to visit.
Andy forced his way through creatures and humans, trying to block his ears and nose from the foul sounds and smells that greeted him, he easily shoved through everybody, what with his urgency and his metal body and force he was soon through the crowds and in the corner of the market, he haggled a fair price, as advised by his maker, then handed over the money, he received the coveted parts then strolled back through the market with a spring in his step, in fact, he actually did have a good many springs in his feet, but that was beside the point. Andy walked back through the slums feeling happy and practically human, he enjoyed this feeling immensely.

[bubiza]

"Perfectly fine, thanks." Skyla muttered, staring at the human. She knew that creatures were meant to treat humans with respect, but didn't really listen to the law. After all, some humans could patronize creatures, only to recall the tale later to their friends. Skyla was wary of this, but was unsure on whether the human was actually being serious, or just like the others. "Name's Skyla." she said, kicking the road with her boots. "Bet you wish you could fly though, because humans are lodged on the ground. So while your kind might see yourself as the best..."

Her voice trailed off as she caught sight of Lorien. Skyla had always liked birds, as she could faintly remember some before everybody was on ships. She'd always race them, and win most of the time since they were so small. But this hawk was bigger than most birds, and seemed to be thinking something. Quite a nice fella, but doesn't seem to be that keen of me. she thought to herself. Probably jealous of my wings or something. Skyla heard somebody whisper behind her, and spun around. It was a human talking to her friend about how manky creatures were, and that they must be ashamed of being freaks.
"I heard that!" she snapped, jumping up and flying over to them. "At least I'm not stuck on the ground, and at least I have better things to do than gossip about those better than me! You should be ashamed of yourselves." Sighing, she flew back towards Lee, and flicked her hair out of her face. "Um... Sorry about that." she muttered.

[Clavicle]

vιvα lα vιdα!
υѕerɴαмe: Preposterous [Call me Jack]
ғυll ɴαмe: Frances and Alfonse Niche
ɴιcĸɴαмe: Frankie and Al
αɢe: The look to be somewhere around 23, but their real age is unknown.
ѕpecιeѕ: They’re some sort of demon, existing as one entity but appearing as two.

powers: Frances and Alfonse can meld their bodies together in any way, just like clay. For example, they can connect themselves with their hair, by the hip, or Alfonse can completely disappear into Frances. However, since their eyes always have to be visible, when the last happens, Frances will appear to have four eyes. It is also visible where they have melded together, so as long as Alfonse has at least an arm inside Frances’ chest, there will be an outline of where the arm is, usually shown by a slight discoloration. There is no way to separate them completely, and they will always stay together due to being, in fact, only one creature masquerading as two. Frances and Alfonse can also pass through things, blending into a wall and then coming out on the other side.

looĸѕ: Frances and Alfonse are twins, and thus they look exactly the same. It should be noted that they are like siamese twins, which means that their bodies are connected. Usually, they have only three legs, and share the one in the middle. Alfonse appears to have a full body, while Frances is kind of connected at his hip. They have enough room that they can move their upper bodies comfortably, and they know how to make their lower bodies work just as well. Sometimes they will only appear to be connected by the hip, both having their full body and two working legs, and sometimes only their hair would be connected, acting sort of like a bridge between their heads. They can move around and do almost anything that normal people can without a problem. They are not self-conscious about their bodies at all, and will let people openly gawk at them.

Both Frances and Alfonse are quite short, and they both look young, somewhere in their early twenties. They have short hair that ends just below their ears, and is curled but not kinky. It is completely black in color, resembling a raven’s feathers. Their facial features as soft and round, and they have wide, icy blue eyes. They can sometimes be mistaken for being female from afar.

perѕoɴαlιтy: Frances is the quiet one, the one that would be more content with sitting down and reading a book by the fireplace than wasting his time outdoors. Of course, he wouldn’t be adverse to sitting under the shade of the tree and reading his book there, as long as there are no interruptions. He usually attempts to be calm and collected, and tries to keep a cool head in any situation. However, when he gets mad he doesn’t just fly off the handle, he does a spiraling pirouette into a pit of loathing and revenge-driven anger. He will explode in anyone’s face if they ever anger him in any way, especially if they insult him or his twin. He calms himself down quite quickly, but when he is angry it seems as there will be no end to his raging.

Frances shows startling overprotectiveness over Alfonse, something that he does for nobody and nothing else, and he is extremely sensitive at the subject of their separation.

Alfonse is a little more relaxed than his brother, and unlike Frances, he wouldn’t mind taking a walk outside. He does share his brother’s love for books, though, and could sit with him and read for hours. He returns his brothers’ fondness for him, sometimes to the extreme. Even though they are only one creature, they think and act like two separate beings. However, they do share a few personality traits, which will be addressed shortly.

Alfonse is a little weaker than Frances in personality, and is more easily pushed around. He often prefers to let his brother lead the way, and is honestly a little afraid of being in a position where he would be forced to play leader. Whatever his brother says is law, and he wouldn’t have it any other way, as he knows that his brother would never use him in any way. Alfonse also has the patience of a saint, and unlike his brother, he very rarely gets mad. He might get irritated, or annoyed, but he will try not to show it just to settle an argument peacefully. He will often act as a barrier between his brother’s rage and the person on the receiving side, and is capable of calming his brother easily.

Both Frances and Alfonse share a love for contortion, as they are both just as intrigued by it as they find it fun to do. They are always looking for new ways to bend their bodies. They have excellent teamwork, which is to be expected of them. Alfonse and Frances also like to make things, especially small toys and, if they’re feeling more adventurous, prosthetic limbs. They are somewhat good at the latter, but they still have much to learn. However, their true talent lies in creating clothes. They have a certain knowledge of how this stitch work and how that fabric goes with another, and are capable of creating outfits that people scramble to buy. The ladies especially love their clothes.

Frances and Alfonse are both pretty flighty, sometimes even finishing each other's sentences when they lapse into being one entity. This happens sometime, and they forget to function like two separate beings, and mirror each other's movements and words. They can both get pretty flighty and excited as well.

ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Frances and Alfonse are contortionists, and they’re quite good at what they do. They are also very good seamsters, and have something of a knack for creating things. Alfonse is also very good at settling arguments, while Frances can sometimes be spirited and competitive.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: Frances has terrible anger management, and when he gets angry, he explodes. Frances and Alfonse can also experience something they cal “lag”, and both begin to revert into becoming one being. Alfonse can also easily be pushed around and taken advantage of, sometimes, and isn’t exactly very strong in personality, being the leftover of the creature that is trying to pass off as two beings. He is sort of like a last minute addition to Frances.

нιѕтory: The creature that would later become Alfonse and Frances began as a lowly demon in the underworld. Every day it slept, hunted for food, got in fights with other demons and then slept again. It was all routine for it, until one day, when it found an unusual black hole. Looking into it, it realized that there seem to be no bottom. But it didn’t interest it very much, and it soon forgot about the hole. However, it was a pretty stupid demon. The prey that it happened to be chasing one day, ended up running right into the hole. The demon threw itself after it without a second thought, and ended up falling for a long, long time.

When it finally reached the bottom, it was in for a surprise. Down in the hole, which seemed to be endless, was hidden something very powerful. It was a gem, a very unusual crystal, which the demon, being very hungry, ended up swallowing. The gem worked it’s magic and soon, the demon found itself gaining intelligence rapidly. It also gained the power to merge with things and separate itself into two beings. This new, improved demon, realized that life in the underworld just wasn’t for it. Thus, it traveled up to the human world, by the way of being born into it.

Frances and Alfonse weren’t even given names when they were born, nor did they get any love from their parents. Their father, freaked out by the deformed children that their mother had given birth to, forced the woman to dispose of them. She wasn’t as happy to do so, but she attempted it anyway, scared by her children as well. She went to drown them in the river, hoping that their bodies would float far, far away from her home, but she was caught in the act by a passing circus performer.

The performer was interested in Frances and Alfonse, and took their mother to meet the owner of the circus that he worked at. The owner, amazed at the twins’ appearance and wishing to have them as an attraction in his circus, bought them both from their mother for a decent amount of money. Before she left them, she gave them a last parting gift, their names. The twins were given to another woman that worked in the circus so that she could care for them, and thus their new lives began.

They spent eight years in the circus, and since a very young age they expressed an interest in contortion. The contortionist at the circus taught them as much as she could, even if at the beginning she had doubts that they would be able to do anything like she did. However, their time with the circus soon came to an end, as they were once again sold, this time to a bigger, more successful one. They continued their work as contortionists, awing the owner of the new circus into letting them have an act of their own. They jumped into another circus later that year, though, and later they were sold for the last time, to Noah’s Ark Circus. Later in their lives, they followed an old woman out of the circus, and ended up helping her run a clothes shop. They learned everything she had to teach them about making clothes, and soon made their own path in the world.

The twins are the rare lucky creature that doesn’t get to live in the slumps, due to being able to convince the humans that they are human themselves. They have no mutations that would prove otherwise, and even though their connection is strange, and even scary to some people, they manage to pass off as completely human.

oтнer: Frances and Alfonse own a clothes shop that gets lots of customers. They are pretty well known, at least around the ladies’ circles.

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vιvα lα vιdα!
υѕerɴαмe: Preposterous [Call me Jack]
ғυll ɴαмe: Abel Whickerly
ɴιcĸɴαмe: Abe
αɢe: 18
ѕpecιeѕ: Slime person would be the only word for it.

powers: Abel is like water, and can move his body accordingly. He can also assume many forms, though not having an exact likeness due to appearing all slimy.

looĸѕ: Well, to start off with his most prominent feature, Abel is completely made out of slime. It’s a jello-like substance, similar to it in looks and feel. He is a light pink color, something which annoys him due to it being a “girly” color. It is terribly difficult to look him in the eye, because his eyes, and the rest of his facial features, are all the same color as the rest of him. Abel is somewhat translucent, and if someone puts their hand behind his back they will easily see it through him, however, he does have some solidity to him, and you can only see things clearly through him if they are very close to him.

Now, to move on to the rest of his features. Abel is short, extremely so. He is rather childish, and his shortness only adds to that. He does have something that resembles hair, appearing fully human, but it is only blobs that cling to his head, making them look like hair a little. He never blinks, having no need to do so, and his mouth is almost always stretched into a smile. Other than being completely made of a slime, he does look just like a normal human.

perѕoɴαlιтy: Abel is a real sweetheart. He will help anyone that he comes across, and is always smiling and happy. He has very good manners, and won’t ever hesitate to do anybody a favor, sometimes without even asking for anything in return. He is extremely patient, and can wait all day if he has to. Abel believes that everybody should be given a chance, whether they be bad or good, and will never judge somebody based on their appearance or their past deeds, liking to think that appearances aren’t everything, especially with how he looks himself, and that people are capable of changing.

Abel is pretty naive, though, and can easily be led into a trap. He’ll also do thing sometimes when he doesn’t know any better, not noticing that he is annoying the person that he is trying to help. Abel is a also a little air-headed, but he means well. Crooks will find it easy to steal from him, as even though he might notice them, he’ll let them get away with it. He is very charitable, and gives his money to the poor because his heart hurts every time he looks at starving creatures or humans. He doesn’t really mind living in the slums, as he believes that he doesn’t have to be rich to live a good life.

ѕтreɴɢнѕ: Abel is kind, generous, and genuinely cares for others.
weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ: He is a little air-headed and very naive. He will blindly walk into any trap as long as the trapper has a kind face.

нιѕтory: Abel was born to an unusual family, one that wasn’t like him. His mother was cursed before giving birth to him, cursed to give birth to an unimaginable monster. Of course, something must have gone wrong, because Abel was anything but. His parents, though freaked, were used to seeing unusual creatures due to living in one of the areas populated by them,decided to keep Abel. However, he didn’t really get much love from them. They did try, but they simply couldn’t show much love to something that was so different from them. Abel grew up being treated like a distant relative, and while this bothered him at the beginning, he grew used to it. He realized that his parents were doing their best to make him feel accepted, and was grateful for that.

Abel’s mother owned a bakery, which she reopened on the ship after they left earth. Sadly, Abel’s father couldn’t get on the ship for some strange reason, telling Abel and his mother that they should go on without him. Due to Abel’s appearance, him and his mother couldn’t live amongst the normal humans despite having enough money to buy a house and live comfortably. They were resigned to the slums, but Abel’s mother works hard to have her and her son be accepted so that they can move into a better place.
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ιɴтrodυcтυry pαrαɢrαpн:

“Thank you!” Abel called after the customer, who left the shop without a word. A frown overtook the young man’s features as the man didn’t say anything in return, but it was quickly wiped away as his mother came in, carrying fresh bread.

“Hello Abel,” she greeted him happily, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the forehead, but realizing that she’d leave lipstick on him and quickly changing her course. Abel smiled at his mother, who was unusually chipper that day. They had opened up a little earlier than usual, due to both having too much energy and not being able to wait to get the day started. Abel supposed that some of their customers who were early risers were a bit grateful for this, as the shop got an unusually large amount of people coming in that day. Abel and his mother took turns managing the counter, and usually Abel would have been in the back, but his mother wanted him to have as much exposure to people as possible. After all, getting to know somebody was the first step to accepting them, was what she told him when they had first opened the shop. Abel used to be a little hesitant around the human customers, but he quickly opened up and learned to ignore some of their glares and distasteful expressions.

Abel’s mother noticed that something was still troubling her son, though. “Is everything alright?” she asked, coming to sit down on one of the chairs next to him. Abel smiled at her, happy that he had such an attentive mother. He didn’t really want to talk about the wave of sadness that had hit him when the customer had ignored him, but he supposed that letting out his feelings wouldn’t hurt. “Well... it’s just that... I don’t think I’m suited for this job, mom,” he said, signing. His mother looked at him worriedly, but then her expression changed into a stern one. “Abel! How many times have I told you? Don’t let those people get you down!” she exclaimed, putting a firm hand on his shoulder. Abel was a little startled, but quickly composed himself. “I know, I know. But the way they look at me is just... well, it makes me feel inferior,” he said, looking down at the ground.

His mother’s expression softened at his words, and her grip on his shoulder relaxed. She realized that her fingers had begun sinking into him, and quickly removed her hand. She straightened out her apron, thinking of how she should approach the situation. “Well, I’m not going to mince my words around you,” she said, and looked at Abel for approval to continue. Abel just smiled and nodded at her. Nodding back, she continued “You know that you’re... different. You’re not really like any human. And even though there isn’t a day passed that I didn’t wish that you were human, just so that you could have a normal life, I realised that I had to accept the fact that you’re, well, you, and there’s nothing that can change that. But there is something that can change people’s behavior towards you, and that is proving to them that you are just like any other human that they see on the street, despite your appearance.” her hand was back on his shoulder, and Abel found his smile widening. He was beginning to feel much better already. “Yeah, I guess,” he said, and his mother’s smile returned. She was about to say more, but suddenly, the bell that signified a customer coming in through the door rang, and their attentions was turned towards the door. Abel’s mother smiled at him, and the young man nodded, got up from his chair and approached the counter with a pleasant expression.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

[intriguing]

~ Natalie Jones ~
"I'm Natalie," she replied to Skyla, she herself had completely forgotten all formality and in her bid not be rude or seem prejudiced she had completely forgotten any manner of sane introduction. "Well of course I wish I could, that's why I made these," she said, gesturing to the metal wings gracing her back, "Not as good as the real thing I don't suppose though," she added, she'd love to be a creature, to know what it was like to really fly. "We're by no means the best," muttered lee with a shake of her head, almost agreeing with the girl's apparent dislike for humans, thought she herself was of that species. She peered up at her bird who had begun incessantly jabbing her beak into Natalie's shoulder. She clicked at the bird, who stopped pecking, then Lee took Lorien onto her hand, she fussed over the bird for a moment, before peering up to see an infuriated looking Skyla whipping round and flying straight to a pair of humans.
Lee looked at Skyla as she returned her eyes rather wide, "It's no problem," she said, snapping out of her shocked daze, "I hope they weren't causing you too much hassle, I've quite unfortunately been graced to hold their company once before," she said, her hand absent-mindedly stroking the head of Lorien who was pushing her skull affectionately into the woman's hand, longing to be petted, she was quite the sop when fussed over. "As I said before though, I'm not keeping you from anything am I? I fear I talk a little too much for most." Lee placed her bird back on her shoulder then pressed a button and pushed some metallic bond back to her sides, her wings folded in and back so they appeared as two long metal strips on her back, she had only just remembered she'd left them fully on display. She pulled a pocket-watch for one of the cavernous pouches lining the inside of her coat and peered at the time, she wasn't expected back any time soon, she could spare her time for this conversation, she was enjoying it, many of her creature friends from the past had been exported to other districts and she barely got the chance to see them anymore. She put the watch back in her pocket and turned her attentions back to the woman before her, she had gotten a better look at her wings this time, she appeared to be some sort of dragon human cross, Lee was rather intrigued, she'd only ever met those crossed with birds before, a dragon seemed quite dangerous and interesting, Lee was most certainly interested.

[Yellow.]

Kilik wandered around the slums of the city, bored out of his mind. "There's nothing to do here... I don't even wanna go to work today." he complained out loud. He slid the bustling crowd of people, aiming to go to the bakery and grab something to eat before his boss found him and started chewing him out. He opened the door and was greeted by a friendly voice saying "Hello, how can I help you?". He looked up and smiled at the boy, taking a seat at a nearby table. "Hello, how are you today? Can I get... A cup of coffee and... I suppose a sticky bun will do. Thank you!" He chimed happily, not disturbed by the boy's appearance.

He was surprised the boy was so friendly. His mother looked human, but they were still forced to live in the slums... A frown crossed his face before it was replaced by his usual smile. He relaxed into the chair, patiently waiting for his food. He looked around, taking in the shop. It was quite busy for this early in the morning... He smiled grew by a fraction. 'I guess that means the food is good~' he thought. He thought back to his boss and the scolding he was going to get for being late. 'Oh well... If I'm going to be late, I may as well enjoy myself.'

[Hobo!]

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