Outcast-Powers RP !!New and Accepting!!

[scorpiodragon]

Are we going to start soon?

[Kurora]

Bump

[Jillyjinx]

Mark

[xITZ.ME.BLUEx]

Is everyone ready to start? Because I'm starting

[Pyra Ilver]

I'm good to start.

[Kurora]

I'm ready

[xITZ.ME.BLUEx]

[url]Ashley[/url]

I was walking down I back alley attempting to avoid as much human contact as possible. I was making my way towards the store with some money that I managed to pick pocket from some drunk dude as I convince myself that its actually going to good use. I make my way out of the alley fiddling with my moon necklace which always calms me down as I start to panic that someone might catch me.

[Kurora]

Ebony Khalid 𓃤 22 years 𓃤 Afterlife Lordship 𓃤 x 𓃤 Tags:Open

Ebony smiled as he walked the dystopian world he called home. This was his first time in the city, rather exploring the city, and it absolutely amazed him. His two hounds strutted loyally beside him. They had refused to let him leave alone as his father had commanded them to guard him; he was the next family head after all. He was here for experience with others, and though he could hear the murmurs of spirits from both this realm and the afterlife, he had little trouble confusing them. The ghosts spoke Egyptian to his ears, while the living the simple language of English.
He noticed an older lady sitting on the ground, holding s beggars cup out. Quickly, he rummaged in his pockets and pulled out his change, letting the coins fall with a loud plunk. When the lady looked at him astonished at the amount he gave, he smiled, though when she looked at his eyes she became startle. "Ebony must keep the balance," he said with a grin. "Now you take that and live. It's not your time yet." He got a confused look, probably because his speech pattern, or so he thought, and waved a goodbye as he walked away. He heard the faint murmur of "cursed". For Ebony, he believed he was blessed, and assumed because it was his unusual eyes, which it often was.
Smiling to himself for his deed, he continued to listen to the whispers, lost in his own thoughts as he wandered down the dark street.

[JoRoanne]

(( Was I accepted? I don't want to start without making sure. ))

[Pyra Ilver]

Keira Turner, 17
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Keira sat in the library chair, flicking through the thick book. The people around her were irritating, the kids were jumping about and the baby was crying. She slipped down further and tried to ignore it.
With a groan she snapped the book shut and marched out, much to the family's surprise.