Freak of Nature (Semi-Lit)

[Veins Of Opal]

{{Darling Lady, you are accepted. And might I say, she is a very interesting character! I'd love to RP with her sometime! c: }}

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(Silent would you mind if Lilith went to roleplay with Dyus?)

[Veins Of Opal]

{{Sure, we can do that. I'll try to defibrillate my muse for my characters aside from Javik,since he's the only one my muse is working with right now. Could you have her approach him, because I honestly don't know what to do with him. Dx }}

[bugiscool]

Locota
Locota looked up at Javik. She seemed so small compared to him like a midget. Her silver eyes shined like the stars above.
"So who are you?"
She asked in a nice voice that was a smooth as silk. She tilted her head upwards a little to look at Javik. Her white hair moving a little in the breeze.

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(Sure!)

Lilith yawned softly. She was beginning to grow tired. But, she didn't want to go back to her wagon. It was too datk there. Nor did she want to sleep outside. She had seen a pretty scary eight-legged creature earlier that kept her from sleeping outside. Her tired mind not thinking of any other choices, she headed over to Dyus's wagon. Lilith knocked on the door lightly then waited.

[Silvermane67]

Raziel looked slightly concerned. "Well, Siren, you're in a good place now.. Um, I think you might be immortal, actually.." He shoved his hands in his pockets, feeling slightly awkward.

"How would you guess that one?" Siren said, both arm crossed and fear fading mildly. Replaced now with more confusion, as one eyebrow raised up slightly. "What is this place even?" she whispered, glancing around in mild awe, at the odd looking humans, the things that don't even look close to human and more. Her mind was wandering though, trying to remember what happened. How exactly she had ended up in a place like this.

Raziel smirked slightly, shrugging. "Well, it's your skin color.." He looked at her with a slightly amused expression. "This is Sideshow. We're a travelling circus." He wondered if this was actually helping her at all. "It's a place us weirdos that aren't accepted by society." His hand reached into his pocket to start playing with the rabbit again, having it's ears move and look up at her.

(Repost, in case it was missed)

[dmlp]

((YAY! New phone and dmlp is back! It may take a bit for me to catch up on these few pages though as between preparing for finals and life outside school..I find time hard to find. Along with my own return, Gwen shall come back from wherever he had run away.....er...maybe, still debating starting him over though, any opinions? So, who missed meh? *holds tray of bribery cookies*))

Username: * dmlp
Picture: * Sheila: http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JNWvpW1KpoE/T ... uzzard.jpg but more falcon looking

Anime: ((MODS I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR ANY ART!!!))
Name: * Blake Firo-Phalcon//Sheila
Gender: * M//F
Age: *20 or so, but the Phoenix part is Very old
Power/Talent: He controls and creates fire, his falcon Sheila can grow to an emense size, and control her size as well, and they are connected...They combine to create their True Form; a pheonix which has pretty much genderless for now. They can only turn into their True Form a limited number of times, the less times they have they more golden Blake's hair and Sheila's feathers are so they try their best to keep their emotional levels low, mostly anger is what triggers the change and high levels of it. Sheila can talk.
Fear(s): * Losing ones he grows close to, losing control of his powers, and harming those he loves.
Bio: They keep this a secret
Personality: Blake is kept to himself, a loner. He can be quite the jerk and seem very arrogent, he has no regard for rules, much less the law but in no way will he use his powers for selfish and stupid things. He has very little patience and quite the firey temper, literaly, so try not to upset him or Sheila for your sake, everyone around, as well as Blake and Sheila's. Sheila is a bit of a flirt, she's not afraid to speak her mind and in fact let her feelings be known. She's a prankster and very much enjoys picking on Blake, they act like siblings in that way as well as standing up for each other. Sheila is quite protective and has a longer patience and not quite the short temper as Blake has but, she does have quite a temper. Surprisingly they do have a sweet side, well Sheila shows it more and its surprising that Blake does...but its hidden deeply and only one will ever see it...though that person is still to be found.
Other: (optional)

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Picture: * http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k215/ ... ssss-2.jpg both have sleek black monkey tails that are long, very strong, and very flexible.
Name: * Hunter//Lyra
Gender: * M//F
Age: * 13, as far as they know but really they could be as old as RM himself, not very likely at all but you see my point, so really..they only think they are 13...but for how long they've thought that has yet to be known.....
Power/Talent: copying anyones looks, voice included. They can become exact duplicates of people thogh aquiring personalities is more of hunter's strength while lyra can become the opposite gender version of a person
Fear(s): * Seperation, though they are slowly getting over that...for Lyra, she has abandonment issues so her biggest fear would be Hunter leaving her. Hunter has severe spider-phobia(don't feel like attempting to spell out)
Bio: They will tell you if you ask and ask when they are in the right mood or...in Lyra's case...she'll be in a crummy mood and tell you her very true but pitiful sob story.....
Personality: Lyra is a big flirt though most of the time she doesn't realize she's flirting, fun loving and cunning. She and her brother are the biggest cons and best theives, as well they are both very skilled dancers. She is very bright and bubbly but when she is angered in any way...all hell breaks loose and everyone better get out of her way...Just don't make fun of Hunter.
Hunter is a con and theif like Lyra but he's the quiet and kinda sky one, tends to get beaten up by Lyra when he annoys her. He isn't very social but he is kind.
Other: (optional)

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Picture: * Hellhound: http://i159.photobucket.com/albums/t143 ... tled-1.jpg
Human was: but with the ears, tail, wings, and eyes of the hellhound form.
but now she had her hair cut and styled into an inverted stack bob; short and layered, the back was longest just under the vase of her neck then her hairline fell diagonally so the longest was hanging just under her chin. Where her red tips were had been cut except for right at the front bottom layer. Her norm short shorts and black shirt outfit had been exchanged for stormy colored grey and black skinny jeans and a tight black shirt with decorative embroidery on the front, the sleeves dipped into a modern styled Victorian sleeve, a red ribbon tied around to the back. Her shoes were boots instead of converse.
Name: * Roslynn
Gender: * female
Age: * 17
Power/Talent: I'm hellhound, i have all hellhound abilities: Invisibility but it is limited, Shadow Travel, seeing souls, sensing death, fire proof and can do some amature fire control, Shadow Venom but it is very weak, speaking/understanding most languages though that's not a power really, heat signature sight and night vision as well as normal vision(human), and my unique power that no other hellhound, that i know of at least, has is the fact that i have been able to shift into a human form. Well, human-ish.
Fear(s): * Other hellhounds(its sorta a fear caused hate) but mostly her father and any of his close high ranking packmates.
Bio: good luck getting her to tell
Personality: you'll have to meet her
Other: (optional)

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Name: * Lila Delphy Litebrenger
Gender: * female
Age: * 17
Power/Talent: she can bend and manipulate light, make it into forms, and use it to teleport , or at least it seems like it but she is traveling at the speed of light, but it takes a lot out of her and she generally doesn't unless ABSOLUTE emergency and she is unaware of this. She affects light sources often by just being around them and especially when her emotions are strong, she can also use light to heal but this also is unknown to her and takes and extreme amount of energy. Heat doesn't have too big of an affect on her do to the light creating heat because of the energy usage but that doesn't mean too much won't harm her after an amount of time. She has yet to make her light objects physical forms to others but can touch them herself and change the color of light.
Fear(s): *The dark, she's petrified of it and will have a panic attack without light
Bio: (optional)
Personality: (optional)
Other: (optional)

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The necklace:
Name:
Gwendel Sojen (call him Gwen, he refers to the Dragon as Gwendel when going by names)
Gender:
male
Age:
5 but he goes through massive growth spurts...or will so it won't be long till he's like 17 or something(his dragon form doesn't have a precise age but its obviously young by its actions)
Power/Talent:
The mark on his arm in the shape of a dragon is a birthmark, which is pretty much the "source" of his powers, you could say. When his temper flares or he feels stressed it glows and he transforms into the dragon. Because he is young he can't always control his temper, nor can he control the change. He has dragon powers that he can use outside of the Dragon Form, which his being fireproof, fire-breath(mostly spitting fireballs though), dragon strength and healing abilities. When he transforms it takes massive amounts of energy and with his young age he can only be in Dragon Form for short periods, which usually end with a nice long nap. Along with all this is his extreme growth spurts, as said before.
Fear(s):
Gwen seems fearless and likes to act tuff, as all young boys do, but his greatest fear is himself. When he turns he knows it and knows he cannot stop it nor control what he does as a dragon, he can only watch as the monster destroys all in its path until energy is lost and both the monster and Gwen black out. He fears that one day, he will be stuck as the monster and never be able to save whatever or whoever gets into his path, that it will take over again. He also fears someone will be able to charm his dragon form and control him and the monster, hates restraints of any sort.
Bio:
When Gwen was born his mother barely survived delivery, somehow though she recovered and raised him as a single mother until his third birthday came and Gwen's nightmares became his reality, he suddenly turned into a monster, what happened his unknown to him because his conciousness went out and the dragon was in full control, he doesn't know how long. When he woke up he found himself surrounded by the remains of his house, the party, what was left were scraps and peices. It looked as if his house had been through tornado and fire at the same time, everything was rubble and flames, the air would have been suffocating to anyone else, the heat so intense it should have burned his skin clean off. He searched through the rubble but the only thing he found left of his mother was her necklace, which was quite burned but other than that still intact. He ran off before the cops found him, jumped from one house to the next of people who were big hearted enough to give him shelter and food...an baths, leaving quickly before he grew too attached and risked the same fate as his mother. On his fifth birthday he boarded a random plane, following a random family, and ended up in New Zealand. The rest is to be discovered as fate draws him to the caravan of freaks called Sideshow.
Personality:
(he and the dragon seem to be two very differnt beings but both share ancient knowledge though neither understand most of it)
He is a little hot tempered and acts all tough and stuff. He acts older than he is, or at least tries to, and cusses more fluently than he can normally speak, speaks Dragon Tongue but doesn't realize when he is speaking it. It'll be mostly rped out
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[Fork]

{{I've honestly only have a scrap of my muse for this new guy, I can't think of any other things to write about for my others, right now. D'x }}

Seo looked around before seeing a figure in armor. "S-seo...I-I'm Seo" He said backing up slightly. His cheeks rosyish. He backed up slightly seeing the man grab for something. "P-please don't hurt me..." He said in a quiet voice. His eyes looking to the ground, his hands clenched in fists by his sides.

[darling lady]

{{Darling Lady, you are accepted. And might I say, she is a very interesting character! I'd love to RP with her sometime! c: }}

{Why thank you. She is open for anyone who wishes to do so.

[dmlp]

((Just finished reading everything and apparently since I'm an old member I can just go ahead so ...))

Roslyn stalked around in hound form, tail lashing and ears pinned in irritation. She had gotten her memory back when Ringmaster regained his own, but his spurts of personality and memory lapses thanks to the blow to his head didn't help much with her mood swings. For a while now, she'd stubbornly refused to change into human form as she'd rather not be seen having the large, perfectly rounded belly that signified her pregnancy. Nonetheless, she'd warmed up to the idea of motherhood, though remained bewildered as to how it were even possible as she and the father were two totally different species altogether. This fact also worried her; what will the pup(s) be exactly and how dangerous? Even in her hound form, it was obvious she bore precious cargo as her excuse of thick fur was no longer valid thanks to the heat causing her to have shed the thick winter coat leaving her with a sleek, glossy pelt that didn't hide her weighted abdomen in the least.

At the moment, she was grumpy due to the fact that the wagons no longer could hold her weight, and her wings grew too tired for flight so walking was her main form of movement other than the energy consuming art of Shadow Travel. The she hound grew bored, which only contributed to her cranky irritation. With a soft growl she sat to scratch at her neck with a hind foot, grudgingly being reminded of the fleabath she had been avoiding since landing on this continent. She knew it was only a matter of time before Ringmaster attacked her with fleadip shampoo and either some water controlling freak, a hose, or dragged her to any nearby water source.

Roslyn grumbled to herself as she found a spot beneath a tree to lay down and try to rest. Sighing, she wondered where Kainen was, having not since him since Russia and desperately longed for his companionship. With a soft whine, she sniffed at her swollen belly then laid her head down, trying to find sleep.


Hunter and Lyra walked back towards their cabins, exhausted after a day of cleaning the lion cage as punishment for even attempting to steal food from Ringmaster's wagon. They'd been lucky enough not to have been suffocated by a pillowcase while choking on spoons right on the spot. After that they'd only a moments rest before the show and now walked tiredky towards their wagon drenched in sweat. The twins both needed haircuts but neither bothered cutting nor using their abilities to shorten their lengthy locks. Lyra tamed her strawberry blonde hair into two long french braids that reached below her shoulder blades, now that she'd changed her clothes out of performance wear. Hunter held his sunbleached blonde hair at the nape of his neck in a pony tail that hung about five or so extra inches out of the band. Hunter climbed into the wagon while Lyra paused at the door to watch as Lila stood atop her own wagon, dancing in the soft moonlight with butterflies of pure light fluttering around her, their colors ever changing.

Blake sat atop his wagon, not at all bothered by the heat as he jhggled about five fireballs boredly. His gaze drifted around, not looking for anything or anyone in particular as he didn't cade to associate with anyone and found it pointless to even try as everyone annoyed him. He didn't seem to notice as a large shadow fell over him, the thud of a great weight sounded behind him accompanied by the scrape of sharp talons against the metal roof. "Ringmaster won't thank you for denting and scratching up his caravan....again, Sheila." Blake muttered monotonously, not missjng a beat in his fire juggling. The wagon almost sighed as Sheila's weight decreased and a falcon flew over to perch on Blake's skoulder. The birds oily black and fiery golden feathers matched the boys hair almost purposely, if only the significance was as meaningless as that of people whom dyed their hair to match a pet parrot. "Oh, who cares wha' dat ol' grimp tinks?" A feminine voice cjimed from the bird of prey,amusement gglittering in its amber eyes. "He already wants to pluck out your feathers one by one before watching you run headless, must you annoy him even more?" Blake asked, his voice dulled with boredom. He held his hands out palm up as the fireballs fell to them, as they landed together each in a palm, he closed his hands and extinguished the flames.

((Still debating what to do with Gwen))