Mytholania (Dead)

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Maggie curled up in the bed contently, warm beneath the blanket. She actually smiled, beginning to drift off to sleep being cradled by the soft items.... Actually... She didnt have a bed. This was all pretty new to her..... And she loved it

[Squirrelstar123]

Name:
Rosey
Age:
31
Gender:
Female
Species:
Werewolf
Tags:
Evan

Name:
Katherine/Katie
Age:
16
Gender:
Female
Species:
Werewolf
Tags:
Tamaki

"Thanks. So what do you have as in food options?" Rosey asked while looking around the room. It wasn't that shabby but it could be better in her opinion.












Katie watched as the guy start walking down the street and so Katherine started doing the same and pulled aside into an alley. She didn't want to seem like she was stalking him or anything but she didn't really have anywhere to sleep at the moment so she's curious of him. Maybe she was stalking him but he didn't have to know that.

[Probably a Doctor]

Marking)

[Squirrelstar123]

- Mello Doctor! -

[Zarina]

Alaric Wolf - Appears to be 20 - Male - Werewolf - No Relationships - Tags: Stella

He nodded then crossed arm over to the other, while his other hand came to rest on his chin. He breathed in deeply and let out a purr like growl, then smirked. Ohh, bear sounds good. He blatantly followed the scent for very short time, deducing that it was leading away from his home. He frowned then walked back to the woman and said," In opinion, which way should I go? Deeper into the forest, or more towards the village?" Home or to the bear? He licked his lips, then took a few more steps towards Stella breathing in her scent, that strangely calmed him.

(Wow Alaric is starting to sound/act like a pedo. -slow golf clap.- A+ me)

[Bast]

Tamaki Hatake - 17 - Male - Wolfkin Hybrid - Katie

Busy thinking of a plan he kept walking, almost completely ignorant of his surroundings. He wasn't sure where to start. Stopping, Tamaki looked up at a hanging sign to a bar, The Hammered Troll. He had heard of it before but wasn't too sure where.

"Get moving, kid. Minors aren't allowed to loiter here." A beefy shifter huffed at the door.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. But, by any chance, is there a Silva in there? I need a few words, if you don't mind." Tamaki answered skiddishly, quite intimidated. "I'll be gone right after." For some reason that scary tauren reminded him of who he'd heard this place from.

The bull studied him for a second before looking inside to scan the area inside then stomped in on a mission to grab the subject in question.

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Laurence Kanne - 21 - Male - Wolfkin - Jessica & Devon

Devon Blaque - 18 - Male - Wolfkin - Laurence & Jessica

"Didn't you get mad at me once for interrupting you? That's a bit hypocritical for you, Laurence." Devon mocked in fake hurt. "I mean, it's been a month but you could've at least come by to say hi or something. Did you die too, or something?" Now he was just trying to purposefully provoke him.

"What, do you want?" Laurence asked with a soft growl, looking ahead instead of either of them.

"Not much. Just happened to walk by and see you. Silva wants to know how you've been, you know, having the Red out of wack n all after what happened." He almost purred the taunt.

"That's no longer either of your concern," he reminded before turning to give him a glare, "and you know nothing about what happened so don't bring it up again or you might end up regretting it."

"Really? Like to think I know more than you think I do." Devon smirked, looking back at Jessica. "But I don't know much about you. Would you tell me a bit more? What's your name?" He cooed as he rested an elbow on the backrest and his head on his hand, the pendulum swaying softly against his forearm ready to catch his prey in a trance.

[Probably a Doctor]

<<Name>> Kristian Heilburg - Dr. Heilburg -
<<Voice Claim>> Link Here
<<Age>> Unknown, calls himself 27 ish
<<Gender>> Male
<<Species>> Winged Human
<<Personality/History>> What he lacks in compassion for the sick, respect for human dignity, and any sort of verifiable formal training in medicine, the Medic more than makes up for with a bottomless supply of giant needles and a trembling enthusiasm for plunging them into exposed flesh. Raised in Rottenburg, Germany (the Medic's vaguely European hometown of Rottenburg — a sprawling village famous for its centuries-old traditions of 1) chasing the next in the resident lineage of mad doctors out of town with torches and pitchforks whenever they swapped out too many super-charged baboon hearts, and 2) never having been attacked by an army of terrorists with bombs. Traditions will fall, as will Rottenburg itself if the medic can't defend its twisting cobblestone streets and iconic towers from terrorist's bombs onslaught.) during an era when the Hippocratic oath had been downgraded to an optional Hippocratic suggestion, the Medic considers healing a generally unintended side effect of satisfying his own morbid curiosity. The Medic is a Teutonic man of medicine. While he may have a tenuous adherence to medical ethics, he is nonetheless the primary healing class of the team. Although the Medic's Syringe Gun and Bonesaw aren't the greatest weapons for direct combat, he can typically still be found near the front lines, healing wounded teammates while trying to stay out of trouble.
<<Crushes?>> None ATM - Bisexual and prefers males
<<Powers>> Can heal anyone. He has the power to heal someone's broken leg (for example) and when he's finished, he takes on the broken leg in turn for the patient to walk of healthy
<<Family?>> None, grew up an orphan after his hometown was bombed
<<Other>> He has great white wings that drag behind him when he walks, owns multiple pet birds
Image is mine do not steal

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"Who me? Nah.. Just a regular dude."

name; Aaryn Vogel
nickname/s; Aaryn - Ryn - Vogel - 'Bird Girl'
gender; Transmasculine (Prefers He/Him)
age; 18
looks; short pixie cut w/ blonde and red streak, 6'5", lean
and strong, broad shouldered, usually seen wearing jeans w/
any colored top and a long jacket that covers her back
entirely - orange eyes
species; Winged Human / Hybird - Has great brown
hawk wings that sprout from in between her shoulder blades
- Very large and strong
powers; Flight - Able to speak with birds -
Heightened knowledge
sexuality; Straight - Leans towards guys
relationships; Open - PM me for any!
history/personality; Raised among her fathers,
she learned many things from them that would help her
later in life. Little did she know that her gay parents
would soon be taken from her as quickly as ever. Both
died in a tragic car accident, leaving Aaryn an orphan
at the age of seven. She then stayed to herself until
she was adopted by a new set of parents. Both didn't
seem to care about her, and ditched her on the streets
as a young teenager. So since then, Aaryn has grown strong
street wise, and doesn't take any guff from anyone.
Strong and independent, she's able to do anything others
wouldn't. Whether it be climbing down a waterfall without
second thoughts, or coming up to someone
on a sidewalk and talking to them, Aaryn certainally is one spirited and spitfire girl.
tidbits; Tomboy ❤ Artist/Drawer ❤ Talented Singer ❤ Has been mistaken for a
guy at times, and doesn't care ❤ Enjoys the company of animals over humans ❤ Last
name literally means 'bird' in German ❤ Speaks German, English, Turkish, Russian, Spanish,
and is learning Gaelic (Irish) ❤ Powers will weaken around Iron






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"Don't get in my way.. 'Else your head will be a fine red mist."

name; Mick Mundy (Pronounced MUN-dee)
nickname/s; Mick - Mickinator - Tribal Man
gender; Male (He/Him)
age; 21
looks; strange tribal tattoos on his face - 6'2" - strong and healthy
- mullet type 'do pulled back with a hairband - blue eyes - covers the tops
of his hands with gloves to hide the scales that crawl up his arms and across
his chest - two small horns hide in his hair - a long crocodile tail is hidden
species; Reptile Hybrid - Crocodile
powers; Heightened senses - Heightened stamina - Breathe Underwater Longer
sexuality; Bisexual - Leans towards guys
relationships; Open - PM me for any!
history/personality; In his former life as a tracker of dangerous game in the
unforgiving Australian outback, Mick would spend months by himself. Prolonged
isolation taught him a valuable lesson: You don't have to rely on other people if you
never miss. Hailing from the lost country of New Zealand and raised in the unforgiving
Australian outback, Mundy is a tough and ready crack shot. Half rugged outdoorsman,
half alien observer, this taciturn strip of beef jerky has spent the better part of his life
alone in the bush, slow baking under the Australian sun.
tidbits; Voice is deep and sexy (Australian Accent) - Enjoys going out to hunt -
Takes long jogs every day, Swims, Does sports ect. - the Tattoos are a mystery to him - Powers weaken if he's out of water for a long time





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"All yah dandies prancin' aboot with ya heads full of eyeballs!"

name; Tavish Finnegan DeGroot
nickname/s; Tavish - Finn - Demolition Man
gender; Male
age; 25
looks; Dark skin - Brown eye - Eyepatch - Missing limb - 6'6" - stocking cap - Large, muscular and bulky for his age
species; Cursed Demon
powers; The eye under his patch glows green fire when set off - Becomes an unstoppable killing machine - Enhanced Strength
sexuality; Bisexual
relationships; Open - PM me for any!
history/personality; Tavish is a drunk-swilling demolitions expert from the Scottish town of Ullapool, and is one of the more versatile members of the team. A master of explosives, Tavish strategically deals indirect and mid-range combat and massive splash damage. Fin uses his only good eye and the knowledge of his surrounding environment for well-timed detonations that send enemies skyward, often in many pieces. Should anyone get past his explosive ordinance however, they will be shocked to learn that he is extremely proficient at melee combat, being one of the deadliest melee users, with a variety of powerful melee unlocks in his arsenal. A fierce temper, a fascination with all things explosive, and a terrible plan to kill the Loch Ness Monster cost the six year old Tavish his original set of adoptive parents. Later, at the Crypt Grammar School for Orphans near Ullapool in the Scottish Highlands, the boy's bomb-making skills improved dramatically. His disposition and total number of intact eyeballs, however, did not.
Word of his proficiency with explosives spread, and it was not long before Crypt Grammar received two visitors; Finnegan's real parents, who lovingly explained that all DeGroot's are abandoned at birth until their skills manifest themselves, a long-standing, cruel, and wholly unnecessary tradition among the Highland DeGroot Men. His unhappy childhood had ended, but his training had just begun.
tidbits; He lost his eye to a side show carney, and his arm in one of his bomb accidents - Voice is nice and Scottish - Enjoys a nice drink every now and then, even though he isn't the legal age - Powers weaken when he's calmed by a soothing voice or song

(All Images are mine please do not use without my permission)

Kristian Heilburg - 27 - Male - Probably A Doctor
Aaryn Vogel - 19 - Female - Probably A Doctor
Mick Mundy - 21 - Male - Probably A Doctor
Tavish Finnegan DeGroot - 25 - Male - Probably A Doctor

Pineapple Kittens <3

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Accepted))

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(lmao you know doc joined when there are massive pics x3)

[Bast]

((Hmm... not sure which route I wanna go with Devon yet. There are so many posibilities for his death right now.

Devon: ;^; ))