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[blackbird.]

((Bump.))

[Tianuki]

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"Brandon, Brandon Kyle Thorne".Born on the 20th of January in California,
Brandon is 19 and definitely a male, no doubt about that. His mother was of
Swedish ancestry, and his father was Portuguese, but Brandon can speak
nothing except American English, his parents having died when he was the
age of 5. Brandon has no known, living relatives and no siblings, making him
an orphan. He has barely any memories of his parents, only remembering the
one time they took him to the ice rink, and tried teaching him how to ice-skate.
Brandon was sent to an orphanage and grew up there, and that's where he met
the other 5 that are now trapped in the cabin with him. That's where he made
an enemy out of Allison, and became best friends with Lazarus and Daphne.


There's nothing quite special about Brandon's hair or eye colour; they're both
brown. His brown hair is cut relatively short and messily ruffled out of frustration,
quite ordinary for a boy. However, his eyes seem to be a endless chocolate whirl,
often staring distantly at someone or something. His thick eyebrows are often
knitted together in concentration, thinking about something. It's a rarity to see
Brandon smile from ear-to-ear, but once achieved, it warms up the hearts of
everyone. Standing at 5'7'', Brandon is not particularly tall for a guy, probably
considered a bit on the short side, but his medium build evens it out perfectly.
He dresses what is considered 'smart casual'. A black or white t-shirt paired with
a pair of jeans is his typical outfit, sometimes with a leather jacket. Brandon
always makes sure he is cleanly dressed and neatly presented.


Considered quite quiet and distant, Brandon prefers spending his days outside on
the grass, under a tree, listening to his music and reading a novel. He is not a
fan of video games, and the only time he really interacts with the others is when
playing sport. A football fan, Brandon spends his afternoons sometime kicking
around the football with a friend, but his favourite sport would still be swimming.
He enjoys the calm and peacefulness of slicing through the water at his own pace,
just thinking as the current carries him on. The world seems to still during the time
he is underwater, and he falls into the steady rhythm of swimming back and forth,
completing lap after lap. Brandon is not one for the social scene and although he
does not really attend parties, he still has many friends. He is gentle and very
considerate towards everyone, even though it may not seem like that at times. He
does enjoy the company of some people who can make him smile and laugh, and
bring him back to the real world and into the life of a normal young adult again.
Brandon is quite understanding and can be a great listener if he wants to be, and a
great support for some of his friends. Losing his parents at such a young age had
made him quite a serious and quiet child, and he has experienced many things a
normal 5 year old would not have to go through, which made it easy for him to
somewhat connect to the 5 others at the orphanage. However there are times that
make it very tough for Brandon to continue life, when he falls into a pit of despair.
He is sometimes very dependent on those around him to keep him in the real world
and not to make his imagination the reality.

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(form layout by me, photo belongs to the respective owner)

first name;
brandon
middle name;
kyle
last name;
thorne
age;
19
birthday;
20 january
gender;
male
ancestry;
swedish, portuguese

hair;
dark brown
eyes;
chocolate brown
skin;
tanned
build;
medium
height;
5'7''
clothing;
smart; casual

element;
ice
traits;
quiet, distant
weakness;
desperation
likes;
reading, music, sports
dislikes;
allison, lollies

family;
deceased parents;
no siblings;
an orphan
best friends;
lazarus, daphne
enemies;
allison
orientation;
straight
crush;
daphne

faceclaim;
dave franco

[Elvish]

ｄａｐｈｎｅ ｍｉｌｌｓ
１９ | ｗｉｎｄ ｅｌｅｍｅｎｔａｌ | ｉｎｓｅｃｕｒｅ

name: daphne harper mills, named after the beautiful flower. her parents like eclectic names, so harper it was for a middle name.

age: daphne is nineteen, born june thirtieth.

element: daphne finds herself in control of the winds, or the air. she can create and direct wind with her hands, and if she concentrates hard enough, she can control it simply with thought.

faceclaim: jennifer stone, who played harper on wizards of waverly place.

looks: daphne has never been the prettiest, compared to mikayla or allison. she has always thought herself to be overweight, with lank, boring hair and simple clothes. in reality, she is pretty, with a heart-shaped face and a bright, open smile. her eyes are light brown, and she has a smattering of matching freckles across her cheekbones. she generally wears her auburn hair up, in a ponytail or braid. her skin is clear, and her hair remains washed and brushed, daily. she wears pastels, as they complement her hair and skin. she is short, around five foot four or so.

personality: quite like the wind, daphne is free and light. she rarely thinks about consequences to her actions, which was why she was the first to enter the tent. she is generally the first to laugh, simply out of joy. a smile is permanently on her face, whether it is small or splitting. however, dark shadows obscure her mind. insecurity, a black snake of doubt and dread, slithers among her thoughts, and into her actions. daphne rarely talks about her interests or life, in fear of being judged or discriminated against. it is her greatest weakness, and she has never told a soul about it.

relationships: daphne has nearly been in love with jefferson her whole life, ever since they met in elementary school. she is best friends with allison and brandon, and she often calls them the three musketeers, or such names. mikayla's beauty and gentle personality has always led to daphne disliking her, almost to the point of enemies.

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[blackbird.]

((Alright, let's get started. We'll take things off from when the six of them find the cabin, the day after the incident in the tent. They've gone back to the carnival and snuck in despite the cordoning. There they find the cabin. I've also created the discussion thread which you can use to post any questions which you have. Thanks once again for joining c: ))

L A Z A R U S . R O G E R S
age - nineteen | element - metal | friends - brandon, mikayla | enemies - jefferson | crush - mikayla | with - the five
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Lazarus looked around, his brows furrowed and confusion plain on his face. Where was the tent? It had been there just the night before. He wasn't imagining things, right? He couldn't possibly imagine such a vivid and crazy thing. He barely even drifted far before he got back to focusing on task. There was no way this was a dream, because he didn't dream. He was a realist - not an optimist, nor a pessimist. He glanced at his five friends who looked just as confused. He began to grow uncertain, confused. And that made his very uncomfortable. A metal object floated up in his peripheral vision. His uneasiness only grew, and more objects levitated. Clenching his jaw, he took a deep breath in. He wouldn't panic, he wouldn't fear anything. Slowly, the objects returned to their original positions. He just needed to calm down, and think. He was in a new environment, but he would use his wits to solve the problem. He always did.

Surveying the perimeter, something caught his eye. A cabin, and a mighty large one too. Lazarus was certain that wasn't there the night before. He would have known. He would have seen something this large, especially since they had retrieved a map of the carnival and a large cabin was definitely not on it. "Hey, look over there," he pointed out to his five companions, pointing to the cabin. It was a two-storey building made of wood. It looked strong and sturdy, yet clean and pristine. It was so entrancing and inviting. He just wanted to go in and admire it. "It wasn't there yesterday. Let's go check it out."

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name;; mikayla davis
nickname;; none

element;; plants
gender;; female

location;; carnival grounds
tagged;; the other five

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Mikayla frowned, looking around there was no sign of the tent that had been there last night. She shot a glance at Lazarus. This was getting a bit too weird for her liking. She looked down at her feet, no not again, little green shoots had started appearing around her feet. It had been happening all morning and driving her crazy. She stared at them until they eventually disappeared. This morning she had seen a seed turn into a tree and the plants growing around her feet. The more she thought about it the more it happened so she tried to remove it from her head, maybe if they found the tent then who ever was still in there could fix this craziness.

She ran her hand over her braid, a nervous habit, this was getting stranger by the second, she looked again over to Lazarus, she had always thought him the kind of leader of their group, he was reliable and always knew what today. She noticed him looking at something and followed his gaze, a second later he pointed it out to them, a cabin, a large one at that just sitting there like it had always been there but as Lazarus pointed out it hadn't been there yesterday. The longer she looked at it the more it grew on her. It was like nothing she had ever seen before, both beautiful and strong, she never thought she would think that about a building but it was so inviting she took a few tentative steps towards it.

[paragon]

Jefferson Cole
age = nineteen / nickname = Cole / element = fire / tagged = other five

Cole was not into the surreal, lucid dreaming scene; reality was infinitely cooler than imagination. This, however, was not the reality he loyally subscribed to and made an effort to liven up. Where was the tent? He'd suffered through the ordeal yesterday and came back to the tent in search of definite answers, but instead he got a curiously nonexistent tent. What did those phony carnival people think they were doing? His confusion was slowly bubbling over into frustration and subsequently anger, causing flames to burst violently into existence in the palms of his hands. He swore under his breath and concentrated on the meditation techniques his old therapist had recommended, breathing a light sigh of relief when they petered out, then perked up at Lazarus' words.

Well--it was blatantly obvious someone was screwing with them. Cole wasn't the doyen of construction, but even he knew it was impossible to erect a structure as clean and precise as that log cabin in the time between their last visit and now. "That's some messed up stuff..." he murmured, craning his head around in search of the camera team that would pop out and cackle, "You've been punked!" It remained eerily silent, much to Cole's dissatisfaction. He could at least appreciate the effectiveness of the joke. "You can stop with the funny business!" he called. When Mikayla started towards it, he blinked and stopped his attempts at catching the people responsible. There was no way he was going to seem like a coward or get left behind, so he shouldered through the group--studiously avoiding bumping Mikayla--and set off toward the new building at a deliberate pace.

[tempest,]

Allison Palmer
nicknames ;; All, Ally
gender ;; female
age ;; nineteen
element ;; electricity
friends ;; Daphne, Jefferson
crush ;; Lazarus
location ;; carnival grounds
tagged ;; the rest five

Allison blinked few times as she stared at the place which was the location of tent yesterday. Now it was just an empty spot of grass. "What the..." She clearly remembered tent and she wasn't imagining things... well, not at this point. She liked dreaming sometimes but she could also distinguish reality from imagination. She started feeling helplessness: they were all alone in a weird carnival... the thoughts caused electricity bolts shoot and shine from her hands. Allison watched one of bolts shoot into a rock distance away from her and luckily not into someone or something which would cause electric shock or burning. She tried to concentrate and become calm, after a while she looked at her hands again and couldn't see any holdover of electricity. She turned off her thoughts from helplessness and bolts glancing at the five who tried to put up with strange powers of different kind than hers.

She listened to Lazarus, looked at the cabin and followed in the direction of building. Another difference from yesterday. But they weren't on alcohol or drugs, neither they had problems with eyesight or some mental disorders which would cause them to see things that doesn't exist and deal with strange powers. Maybe Jefferson was right and that all was a big prank? That would make a sense - 'funny job' owners would make six young adults believe the magic. "Let's just keep calm. If this all really is a part of joke then they'd love to see us scared and confused." And Allison didn't want to give someone a chance to see her helpless, scared, or confused, especially some insane carnival owners. But if this wasn't a joke... then they were stuck.

[Tianuki]

gender; male
age; 19
element; ice
tagged; lazarus,
mikayla, jefferson,
allison, daphne

His hands were still tingling from this morning as Brandon stood with the others facing an empty patch of grass where the tent had been the other day. He was still quite puzzled from this morning when he woke up and discovered his doona to be covered in a thin sheet of ice. The ice had disappeared as quickly as Brandon saw it when he grabbed his doona in a hurry to see if it was real. The next moment when he was sitting down with a mug of hot chocolate, he had found it too be cold, even though the water had been boiling when he stirred the chocolate powder in a few seconds ago. Brandon discovered the bottom of the mug to be covered in ice. The events of the morning had just been completely strange and... mindblowing. The other five had similar strange experiences, Lazarus had started to make metal objects float around, and Mikayla had been unwittingly messing around with plants. Similar strange situations had happened with the other three.

Brandon looked down at the slightly browned grass where the tent had once lay. He knew that the others were all thinking how the tent had just suddenly disappeared, and why the carnival seemed so deserted. Last night had just been plain weird. "Hey, look over there," Brandon glanced at where Lazarus was pointing. Quite a magnificent looking cabin stood a few metres away. Now that had definitely not been there last night. Brandon followed as Lazarus suggested that they go check the place out. Personally, Brandon was feeling a bit wary of the place, but he trusted Lazarus and was quite curious about the place. "Let's just keep calm. If this all really is a part of joke then they'd love to see us scared and confused." Brandon rolled his eyes at Allison's statement. "Well it sure doesn't look like a joke," he murmured. Allison sometimes got onto Brandon's nerves. Her outgoing and energetic personality did not necessarily mix well with Brandon's preference for quiet.

Brandon trudged towards Lazarus' side and continued looking at the two storey cabin. It looked to be in great condition and relatively new. The windows on the second storey wide and tinted, so outsiders could not peer in. However, it was quite unusual for a cabin to be found in the middle of a well known carnival ground. Brandon wondered if the cabin was inhabited. It would be rather rude of them if they just barged in, but who wouldn't be curious is a cabin just randomly showed up in one day? Plus, someone might be able to provide some explanations about why they had all suddenly developed special powers.

[Elvish]

daphne mills
wind elemental - female - 19 - insecure - at the cabin - tagged: everyone

it was true that daphne was a bit of a believer in the odd and extraordinary, but this was pushing it. first, the weird experience in the tent the night before, then her sudden ability to work and shape the winds to her pleasure and desire. besides, now her five friends had weird powers as well. a light breeze was pulsing and flowing through the fairgrounds, causing the tips of tents to flap up, and the girl's unbound hair to whirl up around her face. she shook it out of her eyes, and with a flick of her fingers, the wind switched direction, blowing instead around her and her group. daphne had found already that it was easier to divert winds than to still them. stilling them was kind of like trying to hold in a waterfall with her hands. not easy, or fun.

she stepped forward, a small smile beginning to show itself. whatever this turned out to be, it was sure interesting thus far. right now, however, all the young woman wanted was answers. she had read online about freak incidents with powers such as this (suddenly gaining elemental powers warranted research), but most cases went away after a few hours, or were drug-induced hallucinations. she knew for a fact that she hadn't taken any drugs, and alcohol was out of the question. then, by order of logic and reasoning, it had to be something supernatural or paranormal.

she listened to her companion's words, nodding at allison's suggestion, lips pursed at brandon's moody retort. she knew that brandon had some dislike for allison, but she didn't know how deep it ran. the voice in her head, most likely common reason, had told her not to ask or bother. it was good enough to leave people to sort out their own problems with one another. licking her lips nervously, daphne asked the group, "Well, should we go in? I mean, it's kinda rude just to barge in, but..." she shrugged, mind already made, and took a few steps more towards the cabin. "Well, you guys coming?" she asked over her shoulder with a smile.

[blackbird.]

L A Z A R U S . R O G E R S
age - nineteen | element - metal | friends - brandon, mikayla | enemies - jefferson | crush - mikayla | with - the five
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Lazarus nodded at his companions. He supposed it was settled then, they were going in. "It definitely isn't a joke," he said as an afterthought, adding to Brandon's point. Brandon was his friend, his brother, and it was him by his side. That, and he disliked Jefferson, who was too bold for his liking. This was a perfect example, jumping to conclusions without any concrete evidence. He was so clearly wrong. "Practical jokes don't involve people getting strange powers. This isn't normal." His voice was cool and rational, but it held a little hostility. He glanced at Allison, hoping she didn't feel it was directed at her. Still, it was her fault for choosing Jefferson's side. It was really too rash and unthinking for her to do that. He knew Jefferson was one of her closer friends, but that didn't mean she had to back him up.

For Allisom's sake, he let the issue go. He was about to go on and prove Jefferson wrong some more, but he stopped himself. "Come on, let's get going. We'll just go in and knock on the door, maybe ask some questions. It doesn't look empty, and if someone made the trouble to get a house here overnight, then I say they're quite significant." He looked at the other five and spotted powers just like his. Wind was changing directions at Daphne's command, Jefferson had a fire ball in his hand, the list goes on. He glanced at each of their troubled expressions. His eyes landed on Mikayla, who he knew was easily scared. It wasn't that she was timid, but he knew her gentle and caring spirit made her more fearful than others at times. For some strange reason, he had the urge to comfort her. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of." He said this to the whole group of them, but directed it at Mikayla, hoping it would give some comfort.

Lazarus made his way to the cabin and stopped at the front door. There was a strange presence here, just like the one in the tent they were in when the power went out. He looked to his friends for a moment. Perhaps he was looking for some reassurance? He faced the door once again. If someone was in, he'd just say hi and ask about the carnival the previous night. If no one was in, he'd just enter. That was the plan, and it sounded reasonable in his head. After taking a deep breath, he balled his fists and knocked firmly.