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[azhefa.]

{{Am I able to add a female? Lol one more friendly than Aeron? She'd be a Uni-peg in Lost if possible.

[Revelry]

(Huh. I hardly ever cry during movies. As geeky as it is, video games always get me more than movies. I guess it's because with games you're more involved. Just watching something doesn't affect me as much.)

(Of course you can, Rebellion :3 I know that feeling though. Hence the reason I have grumpy Darius then cheery Robin. Gotta counteract the negativity.)

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Darius Barrett
Male
Twenty-five
The Broken Leader
Gryphon
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"Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won"
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Darius brought one hand up to his own shoulder and rubbed it tentatively. It was not a place that was sore or anything, just simply a mindless action that he carried out. His intentions seemed to flip flop just about every five seconds. One moment he believed that he had to take this all on his own and lead the clan to victory without help, then next he was ready to admit that he was as weak as a kitten with no one by his side. He clearly knew what the right choice was, but feared so greatly making a bigger fool of himself in the process.

"Tonight, then," He nodded a small little nod, "I will try to rest." This was at least a short term goal that he had some chance of living up to. Changing his whole being, though, that was a little more tricky and not at all instantaneous. Perhaps there would be a way for him to rest, after all. So long as he got his mind to stop racing for at least five minutes, maybe, just maybe, he could succumb to exhaustion.

This time around, the thought of the fight did not cause him to bristle, but only to expel a slow breath. "Aeron crossed into their territory. In turn, she was attacked. It looked to me like a hippogryph, but I did not get a good look." He explained. He moved carefully to lean against the wall of the house. Exhaustion had a funny way of making one weaker. "I hate to say that it might have been better if she had killed it. That would at least buy us time." He dipped his head and pressed his palms to his face, speaking into them which muffled his words, "But now we may have a horde at our doorstep and no one to defend it."

[azhefa.]

{{Lol ok, and the movie we watched was called Red Dog, it's based off a true story and an Australian legend (:

[azhefa.]

{{Here she is! She's a shy little thing, but still friendly (: And is it ok for her to be the medic apprentice?

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Istabella
Horse Looks

The Shy One

Female

19 years

Lost Clan

Medic Apprentice

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{ p e r s o n a l i t y }

Istabella, or just Izzy, is a very shy and timid female, never looking someone in the eye even if they are of a lower rank. She's very kind and soft-spoken, always agreeing with whatever someone says and obeying commands given by everyone, dominant or submissive.

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{ a p p e a r a n c e }

Izzy is actually rather tall for her age, but tends to walk slightly hunched over to make herself look smaller. She has white blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes that always hold a kind of sad and apologetic look. Izzy is rather beautiful, but she hides much of her face behind her hair and doesn't really look up enough for people to realize how pretty she really is. Her animal form is similar to that of her human one with a pure white body and matching wings, her horn is like a diamond and her eyes are an icy blue.

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{ h i s t o r y }

Her past isn't the best, nor is it the worst. Izzy was born in a small town and was stolen at a very young age, taken to be sold since she was one of the only magical creatures left in her part of the world. At the young age of only 6 years, Istabella was thrown into a world full of chaos and blood. She learned how to hide in the shadows and obey orders the moment they are given, a hard thing for such a young child to learn, but she did and she survived. At the age of 16, Izzy's owner was killed in a brawl and another person stepped up to claim her as their own, one that was even crueler than the last one. When everyone was gathered together in a kind of party, Izzy ran away. She ran for days without stopping to eat or rest, only pausing to mend a gash she had gotten from a fall before soldiering on. When she finally stopped to rest, she collapsed and slept for nearly three days. Once she had her strength back, she returned to her fleeing, but at a slower pace. After running for years, she finally found the island and hopes this place is better than her previous home.

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{ l o v e l i f e }

Since she was stolen as a child and raised to be very submissive, Izzy has never gotten the chance to fall in love with anyone.

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[Revelry]

(Accepted. And that's totally fine with me, so long as it's alright with Stumpy ^_^)

[r a i n d r o p s]

{{I'm thinking of making another character as well.}}

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~Damien Montgomery~
~Male~
~Leader~
~The Lost~
~Qilin~
~Tagged: Zaila, Samael, Caelum~

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"This is the road to ruin
And we're starting at the end
Let's be alone together
We could stay young forever
Scream it from the top of your
lungs, lungs, lungs

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Damien paused his pursuit of Zaila and the others to address Samael. Quickly, he made a mental note that the injured girl's name was Pepper, "She was attacked. We don't know what happened yet." With this, he turned to follow once more, his body language screaming tension by the way he carried his head and the squared nature of his shoulders. It had been so quiet in the recent days, and now all of this action happening at once was a major stressor on the young leader. It had only been a short amount of time since he took up the position, and was simply doing his best to cope with what he had. Damien was not taught from a young age about leading, in fact, many assumed he wouldn't measure up to be a competent figure head simply because Qilins tend to have a more docile nature than other war-bound species. Yet, he had been successful so far, but then again, there hadn't been this much activity since he became the leader. Waiting, he stayed back and let the medic do her work. Really, it was quite impressive the speed at which she addressed Pepper's injuries, and he would make a point to tell Zaila this later on. At her announcement that the wounds were inflicted at the claws of a griffin, Damien's face darkened, but his eyed gave no clue to the emotions swirling around his head. Many thoughts came to mind, many plans of action, but he had to remind himself that they knew nothing for sure, and would need more information to devise a strategy moving forward. Damien spoke in a tone commanding authority, one he himself was surprised to hear coming from his own mouth, "At this point in time, we know nothing for sure. Who's to say that she hadn't crossed into their territory, and in turn been attacked? Launching an immediate battle against The Broken will only end in useless bloodshed. What we need to do is find out where the attack took place, and who was involved." He paused, nodding to himself in affirmation, "I also only know of one gryphon, and if we find out that he was the one who did this than we will take action from there. But make no mistake, retribution will be claimed."

[ExVenor]

(I've had so many different emotions over video games by now. Especially for RPGs or a great series (Halo for example) when a character dies. When I was playing the Mass Effect series, the scene where Grunt faces the rachni hoard and disappears I was completely freaking out. Luckily I had done his loyalty mission for the other game and he lived. I even wrote an English essay, nine pages long about emotional reactions to RPGs and I got a mark in the nineties. Goes to prove gaming is not a waste of time.)

Aisling
21
Female
Broken Medic
Black Panther
Companion: Biddy
Tagged: Darius

She steps towards the window to run a hand down Biddy's back as the kitten sits in the sunshine. "If you have some trouble come find me, I have some teas and herbs that could help you fall asleep easier. Or I could tell you a story so boring you will want to sleep so you no longer need to listen." She says the joke lightly and her brow furrows as he leans on the wall. She is glad that he feels comfortable enough with her to let some of his exhaustion show. "Aeron? Has she done things like that before? I know she has a temper, well I hear she has a temper she has never once come to see me for anything, or even to introduce herself." Aisling lifts Biddy from the window and sits on the sill, putting the kitten on her knees. "I understand why you would want the knowledge of the attack from reaching the lost camp. They haven't staged an attack yet, but they may be feeling bold since our clan hasn't had much activity lately. If their healer is competent then they should know that it was a gryphon attack, from the talon marks. If they are muddled in anger they might assume it was you..." She looks at her tired leader and says easily, "If you would like to rest up in case they do decide to retaliate, you could nap on that new bed in the infirmary. The one brought off the cargo ship, it is pretty comfy and I can wake you if something comes up. Or even help you fall asleep in the first place, since I'll be here cleaning up after my earlier fall off this window ledge. There is also the option of a tea that could give you extra energy but it will only cause twice the amount of exhaustion later on."

[azhefa.]

{{ Lol ok (:

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Samael
Hellhound
Male
25 years
Normal member of Lost
Tags: Robin, Zaila, and Damien
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The Hellhound stands closer towards the door, the smell of blood was strong and he doesn't want it to trigger his animal into hunting and possibly harming those around him, "There is actually two Gryphons, that leader guy and Aeron, an old friend of mine from way back when we were kids. I haven't seen her in ages, but I know she's here, her old handler told me when I ran into him before I came here." Samael sighs and runs a hand through his hair and looks over towards the deep wounds on the young girl, "And judging from those claw marks, it's more than likely her, male Gryphons are much bigger than females and those would be too small for that leader guy."

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Istabella
Female
19 years
??? of Lost
Tags: The others
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She hums a soft lullaby to herself as she walks back into camp, a basket full of different herbs on one arm as her free hand holds up her light blue dress so she doesn't step on it as she steps over a large branch that had fallen earlier. The young Unipeg loves to wear soft colored dresses that were silky and smooth to the touch, many of which she gets from the cargo ships that happen to stop by and leave their cargo unguarded. Izzy looks up as she hears harsh tones and feels thick tension in the air around the infirmary, such things make the poor girl cower slightly, but she takes a deep breath and forces herself to enter the building. She looks around curiously and spots everyone crowded around a wounded girl, "What in the world is going on? What happened to Pepper?"

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Aeron
Gryphon
Female
23 years
Normal member of Broken
Tags: None yet
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(Healing in her cave)

[ExVenor]

(If she is in the Lost clan being a medic apprentice wouldn't affect Aisling since she is the Broken medic. So yeah fine with me.)

[Revelry]

(Go right ahead, Raindrops ^^)

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Zaila Terry
Female
Eighteen
The Lost Medic
Qilin
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"You are what you love
Not who loves you
In a world full of the word 'Yes'
I'm here to scream 'No'"
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Zaila's hands were covered in the blood of her patient. The idea of stained hands on that particular girl was a bit odd. She hardly ever harmed a fly and there she was covered in blood. However, it was for a much different cause than battle. She aimed to save a life rather than end one.

Even as more and more people entered and began discussing their course of action, she did not falter. Some would argue that she didn't even notice the additional eyes upon her. Even when she had to move to fetch some other herb or container, she simply pushed passed them, murmuring inaudible words under her breath. If asked, she would pleasantly reveal that the mumbling was how she recalled practices and tonics. She repeated what she had once read to herself as she whisked about.

She had an armful of salves and then a grip on a roll of bandage in her other arm when she returned to her patient. With a calmness of experience but the meticulousness of care, she applied a number of salves to the main wound. Some were meant to numb, others to keep it free of infection, another to help keep the bleeding to a minimum.

As she began to get to the less dire measures of the treatment, she found a moment to voice her opinion amidst the conversing, "If I may." She interjected, never looking up, "We have no idea what happened, you are right. It's possible that she was the one to attack first. I for one am curious as to why they did not kill her. They are not all around merciful. She was either a warning or put up enough of a fight to escape." her hands moved deftly to wrap up Pepper's cuts. "If the culprit is who we all believe, I find this especially strange. There is more to this story." when Samael spoke, she eyed him almost warily. Having a friend on the other side wasn't something to admit to typically. However, she shook away her apprehension. "That is the other scenario. They may have more members than I anticipated."

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Darius Barrett
Male
Twenty-five
The Broken Leader
Gryphon
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"Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won"
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An amazing thing happened just then. The rarest of occurrences, less likely recently than a pig flying. Darius broke a small smile. Just enough to turn the corner of his lips. However, it was just barely visible behind the cover of his hands. "I'll keep that in mind. Maybe a boring story is just what I need."

His cheeks puffed up when he lifted his head and expelled another slow breath. "She is quite often testing me, to be honest. She's stubborn, but strong. I imagine she is thirsty for blood or power. Perhaps both. One way or another, we have never been the greatest of pals." he also silently attested this to their species. Gryphon were dominant by nature. Always battle minded and eager to assert their strength. If it was not leadership they wanted, it was to prove their strength to those who would doubt it.

Darius eyed the kitten, almost fascinated by the tiny creature. Moreover, it was something he could get away with staring at as he voiced his thoughts on the matter of what was to come. "I am almost certain they would assume that it's me. It's better that way, though." he did not explain why exactly he thought it was for the best, but he had an idea of how he could take advantage of it. He was a rather iconic figure by then. Both leaders were. Anyone from the other tribe would easily identify him in a crowd. There would be less guessing, only one sole target.

The offer of rest actually sounded quite pleasant, but he wasn't so sure it would be the most comfortable thing. In thought, that was exactly what he needed. "Maybe I will." He accepted the offer. The awkwardness of it would only encourage him to sleep as an escape. Perfect.

(Woop, good point :3 I am attentive, I promise.)