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name » Gajeel Redfox
gender » male
age » nineteen

appearance » Gajeel is a tall and muscular young man with long, spiky black hair, which is usually kept slicked back, revealing his forehead. He has red eyes with slitted dark pupils, and has no visible eyebrows. Most of his exposed body is covered in sets of simple, round studs. The most visible studs are on his face, with three of them above each of his eyes, three on each side of his nose, and two on his chin, just below his mouth. His ears are adorned by two sets of five earrings each.
He also sports four studs on each of his forearms, with his right one being covered in scars. As a member of the former Phantom Lord Guild, he bore his Phantom Lord mark at the top of his right shoulder. After joining Fairy Tail, his black Fairy Tail mark is located on his left arm, just below his shoulder. Being a Dragon Slayer, Gajeel's canine teeth are distinctively sharper than normal.
Gajeel's usual outfit consists of a shabby, black, sleeveless tunic with studded edges, a studded belt around his waist, loose, beige pants tucked inside studded black boots, and a pair of studded brown gloves paired with similarly studded wristbands. He also sports a distinctive wing-like ornament, seemingly made of feathers, jutting upwards, over his right shoulder, attached to his tunic by a large stud.

personality At first, Gajeel is quite cold and apathetic, not hesitating to injure his own allies if irritated. He iron-clubbed a fellow Phantom Lord Mage who was praising his abilities simply because the latter was disturbing him while he was eating. However, Gajeel is completely and genuinely dedicated to whatever guild he is affiliated with. In fact, he instigated the Fairy Tail-Phantom Lord Guild War simply because, as long time-rivals, he believed that the Fairy Tail Mages were enemies. Upon his recruitment to Fairy Tail, his sense of comradeship seemed to increase.
Despite saying that he doesn't wish to make friends, he ironically forms them through his tenacious personality. He believes himself to be a great musician, regardless of what others think of him, and enjoys showing off his metal grinding, glass cracking, and ear destroying voice.
Gajeel is short-tempered, as seen when he and Natsu bicker over callow things. Gajeel lives for the thrill of combat, and is visibly frustrated when faced with circumstances where he is denied the opportunity of fighting. Despite his cold personality, he has shown a humorous side of himself.
Despite his tough exterior, Gajeel is as emotionally vulnerable as any other person. He was noticeably upset upon realizing that he was the only Dragon Slayer that didn't have a cat as a partner.

guild » Fairy Tail
skill » fighter
weapon one » m1911
weapon two » longsword
weapon three gerber knife









name » Jellal Fernandes
gender » male
age » twenty-six

appearance » Jellal is a young man whose most prominent features are his blue hair and a red tattoo above and under his right eye, which he has had since his childhood.
As his Siegrain alter-ego, he dressed himself in elegant yet simple robes; consisting of a long white tunic with black stripes across the edges and on the upper part of the arms, a decorated collar, large straps connected to decorated buckles closing the inducement on the front over a dark shirt, and matching pants and shoes. He also sported a ring on his right middle finger, and usually had the medallion attesting his status as one of the Ten Wizard Saints around his neck, hidden by his jacket's collar.
Jellal himself is seen in much darker clothing, with his attire consisting of a whitish blue shirt under a hooded dark blue coat with light blue edges, two strings with shield-shaped pendants hanging down from the hood and a prominent golden symbol on the left part of the chest, reminiscent of Fairy Tail's mark, plus simple, loose, dark pants tucked inside laced boots.

personality » When he was young, Jellal was a very kind boy, and cared deeply for his friends. He was always cheerful and optimistic.
Jellal is now a calm, mature, intelligent, and kind individual. He has shown a cheerful side, as he often smiles when pleased, or when his friends are happy. While as "Mystogan", he makes sure he acts quiet and aloof. Despite his rather serious nature, Jellal does have a comedic side.

guild » Fairy Tail
skill » navigator
weapon one » machete
weapon two » pistol
weapon three » dagger










name » Ace Winter
gender » female
age » seventeen

appearance » Ace has short, straight silver hair and dark blue eyes. There is a long scar going over her right eye, given to her by someone from a different guild. Her white Fairy Tail guild mark is located on her left ankle. She is usually seen wearing a hooded dark red coat with loose black pants tucked in laced boots. She also wears a black spiked choker and a golden ring.

personality » Depsite her size and age, Ace is strong and can defend herself. She's aloof, stoic, and just prefers being alone. She hates when other people try to protect her, and is willing to hurt her friends if she needs to. She's very secretive and spends a lot of time thinking and wandering off by herself.
She will help anyone in need, but then usually runs off again after helping out.

guild » Fairy Tail
skill » decoy
weapon one » katana
weapon two » ar15
weapon three knife

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levy mcgarden

✏female
✏seventeen {17}
✏fairy tail
✏learning to be a medic

✏hazel eyes
✏blue; shoulder-length, spiky
layers w/ long fringe
✏fair skin
✏petite; slender
✏below-average height
✏white guild mark outlined in orange;
on left scapula

✏small one-handed pistol
✏butterfly knife pen
✏a set of bolas

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personality

✏positive;
cheerful
upbeat
easy to get along with
kind spirited
forgiving

✏neutral;
reluctant to join pointless fights
loves to read
intellectual
mature

✏negative;
competitive
may get easily jealous
may get easily annoyed
if upset, may run off
not the strongest
at times, not the most stable emotionally

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gif not mine.
form © me
character © hiro mashima
writing © me

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elizabeth jade || fairy tail || medic || guild hall

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xxxxxxxxA sigh escaped Ellie's mouth as she surveyed their supplies. There was so few. Shaking her head, the girl walked out of the room, and headed into the main hall. Not much noise was coming from her family, as they were all starting to feel the weight of the situation they were in. The food stocks were getting dangerously low, but they could manage for a few more days, at the most. It's not like the members of the guild, Fairy Tail, have gone without food before. They were definitely no strangers to it. Walking over to a small table that had been salvaged, the young woman closed her eyes, and clenched her fists in frustration. It wasn't like her to display this kind of emotion, but even she had a breaking point.

xxxxxxxxShe hated this. This world. The lurkers. The struggle for food and survival. No one should experience it. She hated seeing the rest of her adoptive family suffer. Dammit, she was a medic! It was her job to keep her family safe, healthy. Yet here they were, on the brink of starving once again. Though she rarely shows it to most people, she cares. She cares more than one would think. And this was just pissing her off. Feeling a stinging pain in her palms, she opened her eyes, and brought her hands up to inspect them. In all her anger previously, Elizabeth had made little marks on her palms. Dropping her hand back down to rest on her lap, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She couldn't show weakness. Not in front of her guild. She had to be strong.

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decoy • fairy tail
tagged||elizabeth
location||guild hall
ooc||my muse exploded oops
wc||1545
male • nineteen

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xxxxxToday was dull. Yesterday was dull. Tomorrow would be dull. Routine, in general, was dull. And yet Flint had succumbed to the monotonous way of life that came with being in a guild. Oh? How could one possibly find a life of fighting lurkers day in and day out to be 'dull'? Sure, the whole fighting thing was fine on its own. Great fun. Gotta love beheading things. But at the end of the day, nothing ever changed. You fought and killed, just to come back and get closer to starving to death. Honestly. They were holding so, so desperately onto their delicate lives, but their efforts felt so hollow. Food was a resource they hopelessly needed. It wouldn't magically appear. People would start dropping soon. A miracle would be needed for it to be anything but inevitable for the lurkers to destroy the world. It was common for Flint to weigh the pros and cons of just giving up and living life to the fullest while he still could. But he never gave up, nor could anyone really live in a world like this. They could, just barely, survive, which was very different than living. And so, Flint was stuck in a never-ending internal debate with himself. That, too, was routine. And that, too, became dull.

xxxxxThe only source of entertainment he could hope to find in this dying world was the rest of the guild. At least he'd gotten better about knowing his limits. There were people here who had become utterly broken, and while that was understandable, Flint hadn't yet reached the point of being able to relate very well. All he could do was step back and not kick them while they were down. Otherwise, he still had the gall to poke fun at the others. On a good day, he might say he was trying to keep up the spirits of his fellow guildmates, although that usually backfired and they just swatted him away. But why shouldn't he joke around? They could either live out their numbered days in absolute misery, or try to retain as much normality as possible - which wasn't much, so the least Flint could do was stay true to himself and his admittedly annoying ways. He wasn't about to let any damn lurkers warp his personality into some sniveling, shattered mess. He couldn't care less about what the others thought of him. If they questioned his humanity for being carefree in such a predicament, so be it. People died. That was a fact - one that had been true since the dawn of time. He wasn't about to start mourning strangers, and it wasn't like he joked about death (which was something that didn't even happen here, yet), so he didn't get what the big deal was. Everyone was just so depressed. They could at least try.

xxxxxIn fairness, it was probably harder for them. Most had known each other for years. Seeing their friends - adoptive family - suffering was most likely torture. After his sister died just months ago, Flint was left alone. He hated being alone - couldn't bear it. Consequently, he joined the guild he found to be the best. But he felt little attachment to them. He could just as easily leave, if that somehow became the better option. On the other hand, he got the sense that very few of his fellow guildmates could walk away so effortlessly. Their love for each other was almost shocking. It ran much deeper than the petty rivalries one could quickly spot on the surface. Such feelings were foreign to him. Flint and his sister stuck together out of necessity more than anything; together, they had managed to avoid being killed by the lurkers for the first few years. She angered him, he irritated her. Perhaps it was your cliché sibling relationship, but it left him feeling a lack of the underlying love one might expect. Not that it mattered. Love was a dangerous emotion to toy with, especially now. If he wasn't sure of that before, he certainly knew now, just by looking at the state of the others. He thought it would be wise to remain as detached as he currently was. But it was hard. Flint thrived in groups. Well, happy groups, mind you. Maybe it wasn't all that hard, then. But still. He missed normal human interaction, playful banter - life before the lurkers. Of course, everyone missed life before the lurkers, so he wasn't anything special there. There was always the chance that they'd get their miracle, and they could one day return to that life. But that was wishful thinking, and Flint didn't waste his time pining away for the impossible.

xxxxxSitting here against one of the building's walls and letting his thoughts consume him probably fell under the category of 'wasted time', though. And, seeing as that's what he'd been doing for the past however long, Flint decided to move on. He pulled himself from his jumbled mind, contemplatively glazed eyes coming back into focus. No one had disturbed his musing, as usual. Generally speaking, people tried to avoid disturbing each other nowadays. Er, most people. That aside, Flint had maintained the same position for quite a while - one leg extended, the other pulled slightly towards his chest, arms folded loosely - and subsequently he felt stiff and numb. Flint let his hands fall and slipped them inside his pockets, then bent his other leg up and, using the wall behind him as a brace, pushed himself back up to his feet. He didn't know what time it was, but maybe there would be a patrol going out soon. Those were pretty entertaining, too. The bursts of adrenaline were appreciated when they just lounged around the majority of the time, they took his mind off of hunger, and Flint got some sort of childish thrill out of the danger as well, despite how serious he knew it all was. He couldn't help it. Perhaps that was why he chose to train as and become a decoy. They were praised for their bravery, but that wasn't quite what Flint had. Stupidity, maybe, and the recklessness needed to so willingly throw himself at the lurkers. Whoops. Ah well. He got the job done, didn't he? Surely it didn't matter how.

xxxxxCatching himself failing at his attempt to lock his thoughts away for another time, Flint rolled his eyes at himself internally and tried once more to focus on his surroundings. As expected, nothing had really changed. People were scattered about, along with scavenged objects (though these were noticeably less common), and a bleak atmosphere loomed over the room. He zoned in on the person closest to him - a girl seated at a nearby table. She looked just as distressed as the others. It was a pity, really. Fairy Tail was known for its undying fire. To witness them acting so defeated felt wrong and dreadfully out of place. There wasn't much to be done about it, though. They were still fighting, and that was what mattered. Even if their resolve began to crumble, they'd hold out. The young woman a few yards away seemed to be doing alright, anyway. For just a moment, Flint caught the oh so common glimmer of loss in her eyes, but then her shoulders rose and fell slowly in a deep breath, and she looked okay after that. Flint raked his mind in an attempt to match her face with a name, but there were so many people here. He hadn't exactly had a chance to talk to everyone - certainly not the few who had been reduced to crying heaps. Again, it was a pity. But some people couldn't handle tragedy of this extent, and that was all there was to it. It was a bit annoying that they wouldn't try to pull themselves together even a little bit, but whatever. At least it was only a small handful.

xxxxxOkay, so drifting in and out of deep thought was a common occurrence and he'd just have to deal with it. Flint sighed quietly to himself. God, he needed someone to talk to again. Getting left to his own devices kicked his mind into overdrive and he wasn't overly fond of it. Might as well start trying, then. He moved away from the wall and approached the table. The only chair was occupied, so when he reached the girl he just plopped himself right back down on the ground next to her, sitting indian style. Flint looked up at her and skipped past the introduction he wasn't sure was necessary or not - because hey, some people remembered faces and names better than he did. "Yo~ Any idea when the next patrol heads out?" Best to start out simple enough, he thought. Chances were he'd end up ranting about something or the other before long, but oh well. "Sitting here's great and all, but it's not getting much done, y'know?" It was only the truth. They wouldn't find any more food if they didn't go looking for it. He knew they did their best, but would three patrols a day really feed everyone? Ah, who knew. They'd figure something out when they were completely out of food, and probably not before then.