||The Mages of Nightingale (Semi-Lit. Fantasy RP)|| OPEN

[.Coyote]

They had already begun their work of trying to make her more 'civilized'. Harper wasn't sure where the two had hidden her sweater, pants and boots but she wsure wasn't finding them easy to track down. Especially since she had to do so when they weren't looking. She shouldn't have agreed to come back at all. If only she had known it would all be the same. What was she thinking? Of course the older woman wouldn't have found a new partner. With how close they seemed it was beginning to look like they were married or something. Which was not good for Harper. Were they watching now? The paranoia had already begun to sink in. And she hadn't even been with them for that long. Long enough, it seemed, to find her in one of those stupid tight dresses and very uncomfortable shoes. She had been waiting outside the door, having been given time for some fresh air before more lessons on English. She wasn't even sure she wanted to learn it now, not at these costs. Her thoughts were dragged away, though, as she saw a cat darting in past the gate. Stray cats weren't uncommon, but this one looked too... Clean? To be a stray. She leaned forward from where she had been resting her shoulder against the wall and walked out to meet the cat, who actually seemed to be heading for the jail itself. Which was definitely odd. "Holá gato, ¿Como estás?" She asked, though she knew the creature could not answer.

ooc: I like doing fun stuff with my posts, but since I play a bunch of bad guys as well intertwined with all of it I think I'll have to drop the fun stuff.

[actionhero]

Henrietta

Harper. Henrietta stopped in her tracks as Harper spoke to her, but in Spanish of course. She didn't understand a word, but she knew that the girl had no idea who the cat really was. Glancing around, Henrietta decided to keep her secret for a little while longer at least. Meowing, Henrietta purred and looked up at Harper with her green eyes. She was trying to act as cat-like as possible, in case any officers were watching. I need to figure out if the others are here.

[.Coyote]

Wow. It wasn't too often that a cat actually wanted to stay near her. Usually she smelled too much like that crazy horse who seemed to be an enemy to all. She really hoped the horse was okay, wherever he was wandering around to now. But he always was, so why worry? Harper stared down at the cat for some time before shrugging and bending her knees as far as she could in that awful dress to pet the cat. "You hungry?" She asked in English, in hopes that perhaps the words would be a familiar phrase to the cat from her owners before food showed up. It was the only reason she could figure a cat would want to come anywhere near this place.

[aseka]

Mage -
Character Name: Amelia Minerva Hawkins
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Job: Does an odd job every once in a while, as long as it interests her. She doesn't need the money.
Element: Ice
Physical Description: Amelia is small, standing around 5 feet and weight around 95 lbs. She has red hair, as red as hair can naturally be. It makes her stick out in a society where most people are dark or blond. She has very fair skin and is lightly freckled on her face and arms. Her eyes are a clear ice blue, which makes her appear far more cold than she actually is. She wears high fashion dresses, though she complains about the corsets as her mother likes her to wear them tighter than is truly necessary. She prefers emeralds, sapphire and natural earth tones in her clothing. She likes hair accessories, namely flowers, feathers, and beads. She does have various scars from her years of magical training, though she can usually hide them underneath her clothing except for the one that runs through her right eyebrow. She usually styles her hair in a way that covers her right eye to avoid having to explain it to anyone. She wears gloves most of the time as she still has quite gotten complete control over her abilities.
Weapon of Choice: Why carry a weapon when I can make one, out of ice, that is as sharp as any man-made tool?
Interesting Details: Amelia has a soft, sultry voice that is quite attractive to hear. She sings fairly well, though she has to have accompaniment or she goes off tune. She likes dark colors and white, though she avoids wearing white as she's too pale and it washes her out. She loves sweets, which seems to be common trait to most magic uses and often carries some on her person.
Natural Abnormality: Amelia's ability with ice manifested as an icy touch when she was seven years old. She continues to wear gloves as she isn't absolutely sure of her control and doesn't accidentally want to give someone frostbite. Her eyes are also an unnatural icy blue.
Personality: Amelia is shy and reserved, though haughty and prideful about her position in life. She doesn't like to be around many people as they make her nervous and that causes her to lose control of her abilities. She harbors a slight fear of her powers and might just give some of her powers if she could ever figure out how. She is a bit of a bookworm, somewhat usually for a woman, but its something that her father encourages and she enjoys. She is a loner because of her abilities and doesn't have many friends, though she clings to those she does have. She is quite prideful, especially about her position in the hierarchy of things, though she has no problem talking and working along side though of less fortunate birth. She despises anyone who uses their magic for harm, including herself, though she had never intentionally hurt anyone.
Pet: An average sized pure breed Russian Blue which her father brought back with him on one of his many trips. Amelia has had the cat for a couple of years and called the female cat Blue. While not a very creative name, the cat answers to it and is rarely far from Amelia.
History: Amelia is the Lord and Lady Hawkins' only child and therefore their heir. She has never know hunger though she has known pain and a lot of it. She was a healthy perfectly normal child until she turned seven, she developed her powers then and with it her strange ability to transfer the coldness of her power through touch. Her father, being a great mage himself, wasn't overly disturbed by the sudden appearance of the ability. His bloodline was rich with magic users, including several ice mages. Her mother, however, being from Ireland where magic hadn't been seen actively used for at least a generation was terrified. She could accept her husband's abilities but not such from a child of her body. Her mother cruelly rejected Amelia and returned to her home, ending the arranged marriage with Amelia's father.
Amelia's father, who himself was a water mage, sent her to his colleague that was an ice mage and was thought to be a reputable man. He wasn't though, he was often cruel with his household and wasn't very instructive to Amelia, telling her she had to learn through experience. Amelia would often freeze things and limbs during her practice sessions, resulting in scars on her own body and the fear and hatred of the household. At age 14, after seven years of this tortured learn, her father called her home. Grateful to finally be out of her mentor's reach, Amelia hurried home only to fine that she had been offered in an arranged marriage.
That marriage was doomed from the start, the young man was far to rough with Amelia and didn't understand her power or abilities. The first time he tried to take off her gloves, she panicked and he had to be treated for a severe case of frostbite. She wasn't allowed to take off her gloves after that. Her marriage last only a year before her husband was called off on some wild adventure and came home in a box. Amelia couldn't feel very bad about it but did feel guilty that she wasn't sad.
She returned to live with her father, returning what land and titles she had inherited when her husband had died to his family. She wanted nothing more to do with them. Her father brought in a maidservant to keep her company and though Amelia was afraid that the young girl would come to fear and hate her as every other servant she had ever had did, she was surprised when the girl became her best friend. Since then, the maidservant Rebecca and she have been close and often are seen together doing things. Rebecca usually accompanies Amelia on any jobs that she takes.
Theme Song: (I'm not good at theme songs, I'll add one if I find one that fits.)
Guild/Brotherhood: N/A
Quote: "I can fill your blood with ice, do you really want to continue with that sentence?"
[b]Other: [/b] rainbow leopard spots

(Will make Rebecca's form later.)

[pappuppy]

Taylor listened but she made no replty to him. She litened and pondered about what he said. Was what he told her, was that true? Self-Pity, yeah. She could do that, she could definitly put it in the past. She looked up, smiling barely, Why was he helping her? She thought curiously. She could leave him alone, Neil she meant, it would be hard, but somehow this officer was right. Maybe he didn't want to ever see her again, and she'd have to accept that, maybe Neil would tell her what was wrong.... Maybe all she needed was to hear it from him. she didn't know. Headstrong, She thought warily, efinitly one of my greatest flaws and strengths at times.

Taylor saw the recrruits, what was happeing? Suddenly they came in, lifted her and she held backa cry. She grited ehr teeth and closed her eyes, This is going to be bad.... Really bad, she thought as she was carried out. Plus, I don't want to when Neil hates my guts, he'll probably slit my throught with a rusty spoon! Noe that was a scary thought!

She was carried into the room, and as she was she kicked and struggled, not purposively, it hurt. She was doing it to ease that pain, the fire that engulfed her veins it seemed. She opened her eyes then stopped seeing the doctor... She wanted Alec, NOW!

[actionhero]

((on my iPod))

Henrietta

Placing her front paws in Harper's bent knees, Henrietta looked the other girl in the eye. "Harper, it's me" she said quietly, so that nobody else would hear. "The others, are they here?" Henrietta half expected for the girl to freak out. After all, she was staring at what seemed to be a talking cat. Then again, maybe Harper didn't understand what she was saying.

[hotdoge]

Neil~
The incapactiated man grunted softly in some sort of reply, twisting the spoon in his hand. He let out an apathetic sigh and brought the metal to his mouth again. Possibly out of nervousness, or pure irritation, Neil began tapping the utensil to the fronts of each of his sharp teeth. He no longer had even the slightest glimmer of hope in his eyes. Really, they were just listless, bicolored disturbances in the dimly lit room, glaring soullessly at anyone who dared catch a glimpse of his face.
A friend. That little wench only wished that he thought of her as such. He didn't necessarily hate her, but Neil had no intentions of saving the girl if he did manage to escape this hellhole.
Far too much was on the crazed Magician's mind for him to think straight. And this guy was mentioning stress. The idiot must not have grasped the fact that Neil was stressed out as it was. So much so that he didn't care about the singular lives of others. Really, the man never cared about anyone but himself. But at the moment, he was managing to care even less.
He reclined slowly, sucking in a quick hiss as pressure was exerted on his left side, which happened to be the side that was injured. Neil couldn't even manage to stay furious anymore. Anger and sadness; two emotions that were consecutive, even for a madman. It just so happened that his "anger gauge" was empty. Moving on to the dismal phase.
The man just looked depressed. Of course, one couldn't feel too sorry for him, as there was no lucidity in his still-crazed gaze. He wouldn't hesitate in lashing out if someone tried anything stupid. Just because the man looked drained and sad didn't mean that he wasn't still dangerous.

But still... It had been a long time since Neil could remember a happy day.


Ezra~
Someone had been expecting Tessa? Ezra blinked and drew his threatening gaze away from the assumed-to-be-Magcian.
If Tessa was safe with someone else, the dark-cloaked man would be happy to leave her in their care. But not with this suspicious kid hanging around. At least until the boy lost interest, Ezra would stick around.

He reached to his shoulder to tap Leo on the muzzle, making a noise deep in his throat that quieted the creature instantly. As he moved his hand, though, a corner of his wrist was revealed beneath his black glove. There appeared to be dark lines cutting across the surface of his skin. Like markings... Or something.
Ezra didn't make a huge deal of recovering his hand, as to not draw unwanted attention from Tessa and the strange boy. But hopefully neither of the children had noticed.


Levi~
Levi nodded slowly, bringing the tongs into the flame. He must have had an odd sense or something, because he found the crucible rather quickly. The boy jumped as the instrument tapped the container. Obviously, even he hadn't expected to locate it as swiftly as he had.
Somehow, Levi hadn't managed to set any of his clothes on fire as he brought the crucible to the furnace edge. He was wearing an oversized cloak and a long, loose-sleeved shirt. Fire-hazard. The boy hadn't really thought of the danger, as he'd never reached into an open flame before. It may have helped that the fire was dying down to glowing embers. But it still wasn't all that safe.
Odd, really, how Levi had found a possible job so quickly. He didn't look like he was built for physical labor at all, yet this woman must have seen something in him. Something that even he couldn't see.



((Fffff. So much writing. And I'm considering adding yet another character. .3." Why do all of my characters happen to be male, anyway? I have this great idea for another male character... But. I. Need. A. Freaking. Female.))

(((EDIT: Whooooops~ :P Accepted. I'll add you now.)))

[.Coyote]

ooc: Just gonna redo the whole post.

[pappuppy]

Taylors face was set in a serious grave stone as she did not move to look at them, she merely stared at a wall boredly. "I will say it will more than likely help if you get the Doctor in the cell here, he may be able to assist you if it's nessicary." Again, she did not turn to look at them, she focused on counting the many bricks in the walls. She saw him frowing at her, but she didn't look at him,"He got here first, he gets treated first." She said simply, then rolled on her side, and went mute. She was not pitying herself, or asking for such. She felt angry, truely she wouldn't mind incinerating another recruit. and to think, I told Neil to keep fighting, here I'm the one who should wait the last for treatments. she giggled a bit, MaybeI'll die slowly as I fester and putrify!~ Glorious suffering!~ And she grinned.

((O_o Taylos lost it... LOL XD be happier soon harper/james/doc! XD)))

[hotdoge]

((Wait, I'm pretty sure Neil's already taken the medicine. .0." Do both of you think he didn't? I could've sworn that I wrote that he did. =3=))