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[solitary cephalopod]

Name: Dominic Cervantes
Nickname: None
Gender: Male
Age: Seventeen
Bird: Golden eagle
Wingspan: Seventeen feet

Height: 5'11"
Skin Tone: Fair
Eyes: Marine blue and green
Hair: Dark charcoal black
Build: Thin but muscled

Daring
Nonconformity
No regrets
Wanderlust
Mutual dependence

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D o m i n i c C e r v a n t e s

The B a s i c s - - - ✖

Growing up in a small town in California,
Nic is used to creating his own
entertainment. From riding bicycle
motocross, free running, and other
dangerous sports, Nic gets into his
share of trouble.

The L o o k - - - ✖

The most prominent feature about Nic
is an angular face. Nic has high
cheekbones, with a slender face and
pointed chin. His thin nose is peppered
with a few small freckles, though hardly
noticeable. Otherwise, his skin fair toned.
Dominic’s eyes are large, with long black
lashes and vibrant blue green irises. Nic’s
hair is dark charcoal black styled upward
for a messy appearance, but with short
sides.
Though tall and thin, Dominic is well
muscled and stands at five foot
eleven inches. His broad shoulders
are marked with prominent collar
bones. As well, Nic has a Japanese
style golden owl tattoo on the front
of one shoulder.
Dominic wears dark colored straight
jeans. He favors plain shirts, and
loose tanks, and dark colored Vans.
As well, Nic rides a Reason model
We The People BMX bike. The
body of the bike is red and black,
with chrome steel pegs.

The A c t - - - ✖

Ultimately, Nic’s action boil down to his enjoyment of the thrill of risk. He has a very daring persona. He loves to keep moving, and is always looking for more experiences to have. He lives by his own internal code of values, and isn’t influenced by other’s opinions or the norms of society. Dominic never has regrets, and won’t feel guilty about the past or present. Being a persuasive person, he is gifted in influencing others. Courageous and physically athletic, he is willing to stand up to anyone.

The W i n g s - - - ✖

Since the day he was taken away from civilization, Dominic has had the wings of a golden eagle. With a wingspan of seventeen feet wingtip to wingtip, Nic has some of the largest wings in the group of abnormalities.

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[ Accepted! I'll just update the thread and then we can start ]

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{ I can't wait.

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Ｓａｍａｎｔｈａ Ｇｒｅｙ
seventeen
bisexual
the hobby

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She felt heavy and tired, Sam thought sleepily. Her mind worked slowly, but as she slowly became more awake she began to wonder. Whatever was underneath her wasn't her own bed, and she couldn't really remember how she had got where she was. And that where was a complete mystery. It was all rather... confusing? Strange?
Her grey eyes opened slowly, taking in a wooden ceiling and blinking a few times as her eyes focused. The brunette lifted one hand to push her fringe back out of her eyes and stretched, feeling something touch the floor... oh. They were still there. That morning she had woken up with wings and proceeded to almost demolish most of her belongings as she flapped in panic until some people had arrived. It was all coming back now. Sam had been taken away. Because of wings. Impossible wings that she had. If she remembered well, the wings, her wings, had been slate-grey. Slightly slanted like that of a falcon.
Closing her eyes once again, she decided she'd have to stand up eventually no matter how comfy it was lying down, she now knew it was a sofa. Her wings spread out as she stood up, knocking the edge of a table and a lamp. Sam turned quickly to stop the table. The wings added weight to her back, something she wasn't used to. She stood still for a few seconds before she braved to move a hand back, touching long feathers. They were real, they must be real. "Wings..." she breathed out quietly, shocked but amazed.

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ＣＯＲＮＩＸ
---looks like ☞ x
---role ☞ the crow
---age ☞ eighteen
---crush ☞ no one
---with ☞ no one

It’s getting late, and I
Cannot seem to find my way home tonight
Feels like I am falling down a rabbit hole
Falling for forever, wonderfully wandering alone
What would my head be like
If not for my shoulders
Or without your smile
May it follow you forever
May it never leave you
To sleep in the stone,
May we stay lost on our way home
If I should die tonight
May I first just say I’m sorry
For I, never felt like anybody
I am a man of many hats although I
Never mastered anything
When I am ten feet tall
I’ve never felt much smaller, since the fall
Nobody seems to know my name
So don’t leave me to sleep all alone
May we stay lost on our way home?

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Cornix woke up from a terrifying dream, he was covered in cold sweat, he shot upright with a gasp, and he rubbed his face. He buried his hands in his face and he shuddered in his bed, not wanting to move. After the shock had settled, he noticed that there was something tickling his back, and he reached behind him to grasp a handful of feathers, he tried to pull them off, but they seemed to be attached to him. Quickly Cornix jumped out of bed and ran to a mirror, his chest was bare, but he was wearing boxers, but beside from what was normally there, there was a large abnormality. Large black wings much like crow wings protruded from his back, and the boy stared in horror. He was just old enough to finally leave the orphanage, and when he was about to set out by himself, this had happened. Most importantly though - beside the wings - he had no clue where he was, and he quickly ran to a door and swung it open. Clothing lay inside.

He quickly pulled a shirt on that seemed specially fit so that his wings would be on the outside of his shirt, and silently he cursed the piece of fabric. Cornix did not want anyone to see his abnormality. He then pulled on jeans, just regular, plain, old blue jeans, and for that he was grateful. Cornix then ran to a door, stumbling as his wings threw him off balance. Finally the boy found a door, and tried to run through but his wings stopped him, as they were outstretched and the door frame was not wide enough to allow them passage. He felt like screaming, but instead managed to fold his wings up on his back carefully. This took a couple of minutes, getting used to new limbs, but aside from the feathers it was like working with two new arms. When the wings were on his back, he ran through the door and down a hallway barefoot.

Once he had tripped, and could not catch himself. Just in time though he managed to thrash his wings in a way sort of like flying, and although it may not have been the most graceful example he managed to hit the ground gently, avoiding any bruising. Wherever Cornix was, it was vast. Long hallways, and large rooms. He couldn't see windows from his perspective on the floor though, and he pushed himself up and continued to look for answers. "Hello? Hello! Anyone there?" Once again, his wings were unfolded and began to knock things over, the boy made no effort to stop this though.

[solitary cephalopod]

male.
17 years.
golden eagle.
crush; none
currently; with cornix

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D o m i n i c

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Dominic woke with a start, his back resting against the corner of blank white walls. He felt a pinching pain in his shoulder blades, and leaned forward to rub the sleep from his eyes. A groan rose from his throat, and his head was racked with a pounding ache. Dominic must have walked in his sleep. He had gotten home late from a party, and must have come to rest on the floor somewhere within his house. His neck craned forward and he closed his eyes, recovering from morning grogginess.
As he became more and more aware of himself, Dominic recalled a strange dream. He still had a dull ache in his shoulders that resembled the feeling he'd had during the dream. Dominic know knew that this wasn't a dream, but a confusing and recent memory. Wings that sprouted from his shoulders were extended against either wall uncomfortably. The feeling reminded him of sleeping in an awkward position, and waking with a knot of bunched muscles in the side of his neck. The wings were a very tangible part of him, and he stood to stretch. Golden light filtered through a window and struck the feathers, lighting the dark brown shade and reflecting a honey colored light. A layer of white peaked through the longer secondary and primary feathers.
Dominic realized that his shirt must have been torn and left behind when he had initially developed the wings. Beside him, he gratefully found a folded piece of material that proved to be a shirt with a space allowing for the wings to be unencumbered. After some fumbling with the new appendages, Dominic managed to fold the wings behind him and began to study his surroundings.
He was at the end of a long hallway, and Dominic lost his calm demeanor as he took off down the room. Unfamiliar with the limbs, they bashed against walls as he across the building. After taking a few turns, Nic skidded to a stop and caught himself with an arm extended to either side of the wall as a support.
An echo reached his ears. Someone else was here. Peeking around one more corner, Dominic saw the other. Dark black wings adorned the boy's back, and Dominic stepped closer. He said nothing, short of breath, his eyes wide.

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♒ ｌｅａｎｎｅ ｒｏｓｅ ｗｈｉｔｅ ♒
ｔｈｅ ｄｏｖｅ
mood : confused, terrified location :the mansion tagged : sam crush : none
ooc: sorry about the late reply, i went to see gravity. c:

Oh, my back. It hurts so much.
Leanne's eyes flickered open sleepily, and a pale shaft of sunlight illuminated the floor directly in front of her face. A strand of her white-blonde hair fell in front of her eyes, heavily lined with dark mascara and eyeliner. Her fingernails, painted plain white, were outstretched in front of her, and her entire body hurt. Blinking, she tried to sit up, but another stab of pain shot up through her back. She gasped softly, her mouth opening and her light brown eyes focusing. Her hand went to her temple and attempted to rub away her headache. But then she saw silky white feathers out of the corner of her eye.
Her hands went to her back as white wings unfolded from her back like paper. She gasped again, disbelief and wonder filling her like a flood. A tentative finger brushed a feather, and it tickled her. The feathers poked through her shirt uncomfortably, and they struggled to unfold fully through the fabric. Cautiously, and making sure no one was watching, she slid off her grey top so that her black tank top was showing. She clutched her shirt in her hand, her breath catching in her throat, as her wings unfolded behind her. From her knowledge, they were that of a dove. She stood, letting her wings unfold. A tear streaked down her face, in disbelief that her dream had finally come true.
Leanne took a careful step forward, and then another, feeling her wings extend even more. She tried to move then, flexing some muscles in her shoulder blades, and they shot out, causing a wind to sweep through the room. She gasped again, feeling that her wings were real, as more tears started to fall. Her makeup started to run down her face in black streaks from her eyes. Another muscle and they were against her back again. She carefully, shaking like a leaf, slid her shirt back on and started to walk forward. She looked around and saw her quiver, arrows, and bow laying on the floor. Last she remembered, she was in the woods, practicing her archery. She grabbed them nervously, in case there were others. Others like her, possibly?
Leanne started to run, running through he halls of this strange mansion. Black tears fell on the wooden floor from her eyes as she ran, sobbing now. "Hello?" she called, her voice trembling with sobs. "Is anyone there? Help me! I don't know where I am! I don't--" Her voice broke as she ran into a tall girl with brown hair and...slate grey wings, like a bird of prey's. Like hers. She stumbled, crying softly, looking at the other girl in fear. She looked just as disoriented as she felt, to be honest, and all this was very overwhelming for poor Leanne. She collapsed on the floor, sobbing quietly. "I don't know where I am," she cried softly. "I don't know." She looked up at the other girl in fear and confusion. "D-do you know where I am?" she asked feebly, fully aware that she looked odd, with her black makeup running and her shirt torn in the back with wings poking out.

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---looks like ☞ x
---role ☞ the crow
---age ☞ eighteen
---crush ☞ no one
---with ☞ leanne

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The boy was not eager to get up from the cold, hardwood floor. Not until he heard another voice not far off calling. Cornix's looked in the general direction the voice had came from, and got up to check it out. He had not noticed the other boy watching him from around the corner. The blonde boy jogged down the hall, "Hello? Is everything okay?" It was a stupid question - of course everything was not okay, he could tell that from her tone of voice. Cornix's wings still bumped some knickknacks that were lined in the halls, threatening to fall to the ground. He tried to save them, but most just fell to the ground.

He then reached a large room with a girl sobbing, he stopped, unsure of what to do. His eyes went to her wings, they were white, that of a dove's. A faint smile formed on his lips at the sight of them, but he quickly extinguished it. "Do you have a name?" Cornix asked. He asked this, because up until recently he was unnamed - his paper work said 'John Doe', but no one ever called him that. They usually referred to him as 'boy', or 'sir'. When he first saw his wings, his mind went back to his Latin lessons, and unofficially named himself 'Cornix', or Cory to shorten it a bit. "I'm Cory."

[Lady Grifter]

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"Not now," Lila mumbled in her sleep as sunlight prodded at her through the flimsy curtains. She rolled over, a thin alabaster arm gracefully sprawled across her eyes as she snuggled under the feathery covers. Feathery. She sat up abruptly, realizing that she was no longer home in her Queen-sized bed and silk sheets. Lavender eyes opened wide as a chill shuddered down her spine like ice-water. Immediately, she moved backwards, frantically, pressing herself against the headboard of the bed in attempt to make herself shrink away. But instead of feeling the hard surface of cold wood against her back, she was greeted with something soft and feathery. Hugging her knees, she crept a glance behind her to find wings, swan's wings, protruding from her back through what was left of her Elli Tahari Blouse. A scream, loud and clear as crystal ripped from her throat as she stared at the wings in shock.
Last she remembered was the alley. Vivienne and her had gotten into a fairly bad fight after the banquet and she'd stormed out of the cab. Four men had pounced at once and grabbed her and then everything was out of her hands. They did this to me. Fury flared out through the fear that clutched her and she climbed off of the bed slamming open the thin pine door. Folding her arms across her chest, she squeezed, trying to calm herself. She was, as it seemed, a large house, a little bigger than her parents' penthouse on 59th. She managed a few steps down the hall before she heard voices and stiffened. Ducking around the corner, she crouched, watching the a boy and a girl, sporting wings similar to her own, speak about the incident in halting tones.
"Which one of you moronic psychopaths did this to me?" She accused, finally coming out from her hiding place when her anger had offered enough courage. She stormed across the hardwood floor, fixing them both with a poisonous glare.