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[VoodooBastet]

Keep walking, don't you see it? Just beyond the trees? It grows closer, closer yet as you stumble through the dense undergrowth. Your feet are bleeding, each step feeling as though you are being pulled to the ground as you keep your eyes on your target. You're almost there. You can feel the vibrations in the ground now, moving past your pain-numbed limbs and traveling through your being, almost filling your soul with the dull hum of salvation. A smile cracks through your chapped lips and you lick at them in a vain attempt to alleviate the pain. Keep going. Keep going.
But you can't.
At first you cannot tell why you found yourself suddenly immobile, your body so fatigued that all sense of feeling had long since been seized by the weight of your existence, but as you looked down you could see it. You could see the arms wrapped around your chest, hauntingly clean and youthful in comparison to your blood-spattered, wounded form. You close your eyes as a small figure moves up, standing on tip-toes to reach your ear.
"Don't abandon me... Please... Don't leave me here alone..." Her wet sobs rang through the air and echoed like the chiming of a mourning bell, each hitch marking one second closer to losing yourself...
To losing salvation...

And then you awaken... Who are you?

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Information:
You have been having the same reoccurring dream for months now. You see yourself older, battle-hardened, wounded, and desperate to get to a haven that always eludes you and your memory. The same girl always appears, pleading for you to stay with her, her voice just as full of despair as you feel. Each time you feel as though you are losing a part of yourself, a memory and a knowledge that leaves you questioning the fabrics of reality as you slowly, piece by piece, slip through the rabbit hole into the unknown. Now you must find out why... Before it's too late and the girl consumes you.

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[b]History:[/b] (please give some information... Unless you talk to me personally about their memory loss)
[b]Personality:[/b]
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Characters

Gatekeeper ¦•¦ ??? ¦•¦ Mysterious ¦•¦ Opening the Gate
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Annika "Tar" Pastors ¦•¦ 18 ¦•¦ Temperamental ¦•¦ Fire/Strength/Finding
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Duraal ¦•¦ 24 ¦•¦ Cautious ¦•¦ Blood/Shadow/Flight
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Loki Aragaki ¦•¦ 17 ¦•¦ Mischievous ¦•¦ Wind/Lightning/Speed
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Terran Ortega ¦•¦ 27 ¦•¦ Intellectual ¦•¦ Hypercognition/Bones
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Malachi Akinn ¦•¦ 27 ¦•¦ Disconnected ¦•¦ Trans-Dimensional/Telepathy/Invisibility

[VoodooBastet]

¦¦•¦¦She's A Rebel¦¦•¦¦

Annika "Tar" Pastors
Female ¦¦•¦¦ 18 ¦¦•¦¦ Heterosexual ¦¦•¦¦ "She's a Rebel" Green Day

¦¦•¦¦She's A Saint¦¦•¦¦

Appearance

She stood in the doorway loosely, her hand gripping the side to keep herself still. Her lightly tanned skin dripped with sweat, her normally light lips pulled into a colorless, thin grimace as she gritted her teeth. The scar running down the left side of her lip almost disappeared within it. Her eyes were furious, the calculating ice blue replaced with a stormy ocean. Her short blond hair stuck to her forehead, drenched as she tugged hair out of her ear cuff.
She drew in a deep breath as she stood straight, the wrath leaking into the air from her lithe but obviously powerful form. Her average height gave her more advantage to her intimidation as she crossed the room in dignified strides. She vainly straightened her black tank-top and camouflage pants, trying to compose herself.

History

Coming home from the juvenile detention center was only one of several humiliating events in Tar's life, so she said nothing as he father drove on with that same tight-lipped grimace she had inherited. She remembered the way Todd had handed her the gun, smiling as he welcomed her to their little 'gang'. She had been scared to death, but didn't dare say a word about what she had been invited to do two nights later.
Someone must have spilled, but she was almost glad they had. With a temper like hers, Tar would have never been able to convince them of her innocent. Coming home like this was another chance, and her dreams didn't help. They only hardened her, making her want to continue on the path of wrath.
Over the next few months her aching for revenge became much stronger and she began to look for people to help her find Todd. In a way, late one night as she watched the monitor of her computer, she found better.
"Forget your hate, T. The dream will claim you."
The message was stark white on her dark screen. She had been watching a video when it had appeared, taking over her whole screen. Narrowing her eyes, she frowned.
"What the-?" she began, jumping a little and stopping when the words vanished, the screen still black. She stared a moment longer before another paragraph appeared.
"Forget Todd. We need you to find the others who share in your nightmare. Tar, I beg of you, find them before it's too late. I was one, my friend another. We cannot warn you about what is ahead, but it is important you find them and fight it. Goodbye."
With that the screen turned off, and several weeks later she met the first one at school...

Powers

She closed her eyes as she felt that familiar tug in her mind. She tried not to look interested in the boy or make him feel like she was staring, but it was obvious by the way her whole spirit began to draw to him that he was another one of them. She had found someone just like her.

She was angry, and as she entered the decrepit building, sweat drenching her, she wanted blood. The creature in front of her weighed serpent-like on the ground before rearing up as though to strike her. She roared back at it, fire spewing from her mouth in a thin stream, like an oversized candle. As it stuck out at her she slid away and hit its head powerfully, sending it to the ground in a stunned heap as she flicked her switchblade from her pocket.

Weaknesses

She watched him silently, her face contorted into hatred as she stood. The blood poured freely from the wound in her upper arm and she pushed him back angrily. She wasn't about to rely on anyone, despite the fact that she could hardly see the snake anymore.
"Go away. This is my job. Now go, you worthless piece of crap. No one likes you," the words were venom to her and it churned up only more resentment for herself. She liked him, but there was no way she would let him know that.

¦¦•¦¦She's The Salt of the Earth¦¦•¦¦

Personality

"You know what's wrong with you, Annika? You're angry all the time. You can't be nice to save your life and it's hard to be around you. You can't show respect, but you demand it all the time. Can you even be decent, huh? Blunt, stubborn, strong-willed, mean, it really doesn't matter. No one dares get close to you if they want to keep their heads. I'm surprised you even let Todd tell you what to do in the first place," Her dad told her, sitting across from her on the couch. This had to be the fifth time this week he had gone on this rant, and Tar had resolved to sit with her back against the arm of the couch, arms folded across her chest as she scowled at the wall.
"Maybe it was because of him that I got this way. You don't know that, dad. You think I did what I did because I didn't care? I did it because I didn't have a choice," she replied, voice low but intense.
"Then why did you do it?"
"I was scared. Yes. Believe it or not I was scared to death of that kid, but not anymore. I won't let anyone close and I won't let anyone take control of me again," she stood, "You're little girl is gone dad, so stop beating yourself up over spilled milk. Don't worry, though. She will get her revenge," and like that she was gone.

Weapon of Choice

She was trapped, and the metal door wasn't exactly built to keep these mutant creatures out. They were here to keep people in, and she was in.
She turned to look around, finding a cabinet to pull open. This thing was too fast for her strength and immune to fire, so she had to find something that could get through its armor to the fleshy mess beneath. As she opened the cabinet, however, all she found were old photos and clothes. She sent it angrily to the ground, smoke billowing from her mouth before she turned to the drawers a little to the left. There she found what she was looking for: a switchblade.
"Perfect," she grinned just as the door burst open.

¦¦•¦¦And She's Dangerous¦¦•¦¦

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¦¦•¦¦I Asked Myself If It's the Truth¦¦•¦¦

Gatekeeper
Male ¦¦•¦¦ ??? ¦¦•¦¦ ??? ¦¦•¦¦ "Street Dreams" Hollywood Undead

¦¦•¦¦A Guilty Conscience Isn't Proof¦¦•¦¦

Appearance

He was leaning at the corner of the street that met the park. Under the small tree planted there, the street lamp never quite reached him. The light wouldn't have done any justice, though. Every surface of what could be called his body was covered. He wore black jeans, a thin metal chain coming from one belt loop to the one behind him. His jacket was thick black material with brass buttons ordaining it wherever it was done up just past his chin. About an inch to either side of the second button the hood branched out to veil his head, and the gas mask beneath it.
He lifted his hand up to push the mask up on his face, revealing that thick leather gloves, studded at the knuckles, went up past his wrists and never showed his skin. Beyond the glass over his eyes, nothing could be seen.

History

As the question was asked, he turned his head a fraction of an inch to the girl ordained to find the others. His voice came from the filters in his mask with a vibrating ring more suited to a horror story murderer than their ally.
"I would rather not talk about it just yet. Just know I was the one who spoke to you, and I am your Gatekeeper. Be patient until the time is right."

Powers

He lifted his gloved hand above the agents before him and focused his mind. As they were sitting around the tree, they slowly began to nod off. One by one, some tried to fight it, while others simply accepted it and drifted peacefully into the in between. They would awaken soon in the other world, ready to face the horrors that tried to take their souls and will from them.

Weaknesses

"Are you human at all? I've never seen anyone stand in ninety degree weather in all black," Tar frowned at him. He stared at her through the tinted glass before glancing up towards the sky and shrugging.
"I don't notice it much anymore," he said nonchalantly. She raised her eyebrow and frowned in that way she did when she didn't trust something. She never did take anything for face-value.
"Do you have any weaknesses?" She demanded, and from the look on her face she wanted an answer.
"No, I don't," the peeved look turned into anger so he tried again, "I'm kidding. Calm down. I just don't want to talk about it."

¦¦•¦¦A Fingerprint, Well What's That Do?¦¦•¦¦

Personality

As they spoke, he wasn't listening. His mind was far away in a place where none could walk but himself now. He sighed inwardly, which may have come across as rude for how Tar was demanding answers. He blinked and looked askance at her before shrugging and walking to the place by the trees. He pointed, saying nothing as he beckoned them forward. He didn't need to speak for them to understand, right?

Weapon of Choice

"Wait, so if we have these weapons as ours, then what do you have?"
He stared for a moment before looking up at the sky. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and didn't speak before he said suddenly, "gasoline."

¦¦•¦¦'Cause Gasoline Can Burn That Too¦¦•¦¦

[Nightra]

~The Shadow~

.:The Basics:.
Name~> "I got many names, all different, but the one that I tend to be called by is Duraal. I have no last name for I do not actually exists on this world, well at least according to data bases and stuff like that."
Gender~> "If you can not tell I am a female."
Age~> "I am 21 years old."
Species~> "Human"
Powers~> "My first is Blood, Second Shadow, and Third is flight with wings."



.:What's On The Outside:.
Hair~> "Long black hair that is normally placed in a long braid."
Eyes~> "So light blue they look grey. They are very sensitive to light, making it so I have much better night vision."
Skin Tone~> "White"
Wings~> "Upon my back when I enter this dreaming wold I have two massive dragon looking wings. They are black as the night. The underneath is a leather like webbing while the entire back is solid black scales. They are each my body length."
Height~> "5ft 9in"
Weight~> "198 lbs"
Body Build~> "I am lean and tall. My body is made more for swift movements over heavy lifting. I am not there for strength but for grace. My legs are long, my arms are also long. My shoulder's are broad tho. My rib cage is wide showing that I have large lungs. I am covered in muscle, it is not seen perfectly but it is very toned"
Aura~> "I give of a feel that tells you to stay far away and leave me alone."
Clothing~> "I normally wear a black leather coat with a hood. The hood is deep so if I pull it up it will hide me entire face. I tend to wear a tight fitting black shirt with no sleeves, black cargo pants, and black combat boots. Also always have a pair of sunglasses on."
Weapons~> "In real life I could be found carrying all different type of weapons. I tend to have daggers, and twin pistols as a normal carry around. I also have multitude of different type of weapons."

.:What's On The Inside:.
Personality~> "Trust, that is probably the hardest thing for me to give. There has only ever been on person I have ever truly trusted in my life and well they are dead now. I am a very silent person that tends to sit in the back and watch. I am very mysterious and unknown. It is near to impossible to figure me out. I am sly and tricky, in other words I tend to calculate thing out before going through with it. It can only take seconds for me to calculate a plan or maybe a little longer, it depends on the plan. My mind works very differently from most people and this tends to make people be weary of me. If you do manage to become my friend I will do everything in my power to protect you. Loyalty means all to me, that and Respect. These are hard things to get, but it is possible. I am really a nice and caring person. I just seen very cold and unwelcoming to people. I am also a very stubborn person. It is hard to get my out of my ways but possible. In truth tho there is a very kind and caring person inside me some were, it will just take a little to get to. I am also very fond of being out side at the night time, I find comfort under the starry night."
History~> "So you want to know my past, well you see that is a problem right there. As my title states, I am a shadow, so I got no past. But I guess some of you are kinda demanding about it and so, I shall give ya a little info. I am a hired killer. I have been one for as long as I can remember and I have gone threw a lot to get to the were I am at and to get this talented. I have done many things that is best to leave in the dark, that even I myself do not want to remember. That is all you need to know about my way past, and trust me that is all you want to know. I know nothing of my family for I was abandoned by them at birth. And so not onto more recent past. At the moment I am going to school like any normal girl would, but why is for a different reason. This is my first time at school also. To you guys I am a new transfer student that is at the age of 18 with the name of Aerona Itzal. Reason I am here is not for you to know, just that this is my first time ever in a high school and lets just say it is not my forte."
Powers~> "So I got the powers of Blood, Shadow, and Flight with wings. The last two are pretty easy. I can control the shadows, make the come to be and become darker and so on. I can also do a Shadow Walk I call it. It is were I walk threw one shadow and appear off in the distance in another. It can only work with me being able to see where I am going and there being a shadow. Flight well that is easy, I got dragon wings. They hurt when you get hit by them and they are strong, like a shield, when attacked form the back. Now lastly is the one that scares people the most and that is blood. I mainly control my own blood, making it into weapons of all different kinds (kinda like the Anime Deadman Wonderland). Beside that I am able to use other people blood. Like if there was a pool of blood, as long as I am touching it, I can use it. That is really all for now at least."


.:Relationship:.
Father~> "Unknown"
Mother~> "Unknown"
Siblings~> "Unknown"
Crush~> "None"
Boyfriend~> "None"

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[right][quote][center][color=#BF0000][b]N[/b]ame:[/color] Duraal
[color=#BF0000][b]G[/b]ender:[/color] Female
[color=#BF0000][b]A[/b]ge:[/color] 21
[color=#BF0000][b]P[/b]owers:[/color] Blood, Shadow, & Wings
[color=#BF0000][b]T[/b]agged:[/color] No One[/center][/quote][/right]
[left][color=#800000][size=125][i]"Not a Warning, Not a Question, a Bullet"[/i][/size]
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[center][color=#BF0000][b]~Duraal~[/b][/color]
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[Nightra]

~The Troublemaker~

.:The Basics:.
Name~> "Loki Aragaki"
Gender~> "Male."
Age~> "17 years old."
Powers~> "Wind, Lightning, and Superspeed"



.:What's On The Outside:.
Hair~> "Messy untamed lock of blonde hair. Little bit on the longer side for guys but hey it still works for him."
Eyes~> "Emerald Green."
Skin Tone~> "White"
Height~> "6ft 2in"
Weight~> "290 lbs"
Body Build~> "This guy is rather skinny for a guy, ok not that skinny. He is lean and muscular. He is a rough looking boy, one you do not want to get in a fight with. He can hold his own, just by looking at him. He has no fat on him at all."
Aura~> "Troublesome, fun, easy going type feel about him."

.:What's On The Inside:.
Personality~> "Troublemaker, Loyal, Free, and manipulative are the only four words you really need to know for this guy. He loves to have fun and do as he wants, loves to go off and cause a lot of chaos.To get into total and complete chaos tho, he tends to manipulate people to help him out. Sometimes, ok a lot of the times it does not work out the way he likes, but hey it always ends up interesting. He is always smiling and friendly to almost everyone. He does have a stubbornness that is rare to find in people. But there is one thing that no one can over look and that is his loyalty to his friend and teammates. He is always trying to lighten the mood and make people laugh but here are times when he does come down. He loves to play a little wooden flute and he is rather good at it. When he does finally get serious it means something big is going on and you better watch out. He is a force to reckoned with when not serous and when he is well you can put it together."
History~> "He had a loving happy family, they actually had a good amount of money and everything. But he was always over shadowed by his, yes younger, twin sister Neha. She had the looks, and the brains to match and their parents loved her. Loki on the other hand was well as his name says, a trouble maker. There was many times he would come home in handcuffs and so on. He was a Delinquent and so on, and well he family kinda just forgot about him. Nothing really fancy or anything."
Powers~> "He has the power over wind, lighting and superspeed. There is not much to explain about them. Wind is well wind, he can control it, same as lightning. And superspeed is well kinda like Flash."

.:Relationship:.
Father~> "Alive"
Mother~> "Alive"
Siblings~> "Twin Sister Neha"
Crush~> "None"
Girlfriend~> "None"

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[right][quote][center][color=#0000BF][b]N[/b]ame:[/color] Loki Aragaki
[color=#0000BF][b]G[/b]ender:[/color] Male
[color=#0000BF][b]A[/b]ge:[/color] 15
[color=#0000BF][b]P[/b]owers:[/color] Wind, Lighting, Superspeed
[color=#0000BF][b]T[/b]agged:[/color] No One[/center][/quote][/right]
[left][color=#000080][size=125][i]"I love those moments.
I like to wave at them as they pass by."[/i][/size]
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[center][size=150][color=#0000BF][b]~Loki~[/b][/color][/size]
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[InfectedHau]

Name: Terran Ortega
Gender: Female
Age: 27
Sexuality: Bisexual
Theme Song: Hans Zimmer- "Raider's March"
Appearance: She looked like someone straight off the cover of a pulp adventure novel. Brown aviator jacket over a beige v-neck accented with a short red scarf, khaki pants, a leather satchel slung over one shoulder, high-heeled boots, and the whole ensemble rounded off with a wide-brimmed fedora. Her long, slightly curly black hair was tied up in a ponytail, chocolate brown eyes sparkled mischievously in a thin, elfin face, and her dark Hispanic skin was adorned with the least amount of makeup possible. Her only concession to jewelry was a plaster cast of a velociraptor claw that hung on a leather cord around her neck. She was fully aware that she looked like a knockoff Indiana Jones, in fact she chose her outfit deliberately because of it. She could feel the eyes of the room upon her as she walked to the front of the class and slung her jacket and satchel onto her desk. She could also feel the grins appearing on her student's faces, as they realize that this strangely dressed woman was their history teacher.
History:Terran has harbored a deep affection for history and archaeology ever since she saw her first Indiana Jones movie. Being the daughter of one of the world's premier archaeologists, she was in a prime position to explore her interest, tagging along to digs all around the world. After graduating high school, she got her PhD in archaeology, and was almost immediately headhunted by the very high school that she'd attended, going to work as a world history teacher.

Terran's had the nightmares for some time now, ever since an Amazonian expedition she went on with her father, but she never thought much about them. Lately though, they've been getting worse, and she's started to get worried. Still, she figures its just the stress of dealing with the two problem children in her first period history class.
Personality: Terran is happy, upbeat, and deeply passionate about her craft, and she tries to put that energy into her lessons as much as possible. When she's not dressing like Indiana Jones, she'll often come to school dressed in clothes accurate to whatever time period is being discussed that day, whether it be a Greek chiton, Roman legionaire's armor, a medieval dress, or world war two combat fatigues. She tries as hard as she can to get her students interested in history, and takes it perhaps a little too personally when she's blown off (She's already had three warnings about threatening kids with swords, even dulled ones).
Abilities: Hypercognition, the ability to process information faster than the normal human brain is capable of.
Osteokinesis, the ability to manipulate bones. Usually translates into the reanimation of various warriors and creatures from various historical periods.
Other: Super happy this is reopening.

[VoodooBastet]

Thank you all for rejoining. I'm hoping this one won't die. :}
It's been a real pleasure working with you two in the past. I do think I only want one more person, preferably male, though.

[Nightra]

((The shadow is Updated, Changed her a bit so I can actually rp her more then last time.))

[VoodooBastet]

Updated, dove. Thank you for letting me know. Hopefully we'll get a guy soon so we can begin.

Edit:: We now have a Discussion

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○ name:: malachi akinn
○ gender:: male
○ sexuality:: asexual
○ age:: twenty-seven
○ theme:: bad_news by bastille
○ abilities:: he's an extra-dimen-
○ sional, so he's able to phase in
○ and out of alternate states of
○ existence. he's mastered tele-
○ portation, invisibility,
○ and telepathy

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appearance: he's a well-groomed and well-dressed five
-foot-ten guy who's nearly always clean-shaven. his hair
is as dark as his eyes and is styled in an undercut/pomp-
adour hairstyle that varies slightly, but never changes
much. it's rare to see him in completely casual clothes.
he's thin, but certainly not bony and his legs have an un-
mistakable bow to them.
history: he was born in vegas, but before he was old
enough for school, his family moved to new orleans. he
had a normal childhood as an average student with av-
erage grades and - once in high school - the long string
of typical, dull, shallow romances that maybe lasted
a week. after school, he moved to reno, where he got
caught up in the distribution of stuff that isn't quite legal.
he tried to leave it behind when he moved to vegas, but
the business followed him nonetheless. he kept going at
it, and was one of the most successful smaller dealers
until about a year ago, when a particularly traumatizing
mistake caused him to suddenly drop out of it completely.
personality: he always loved trying new things, which,
ultimately, is why his life now is a wreck. the loss of his
closest friend a year ago left him essentially friendless
and more self-destructive than usual. at this point, his
social life consists of wild parties and meaningless contact
with strangers and coworkers. he's still an extrovert at heart,
but though the charming aura about him comes naturally,
it's been reduced to an act. with that, his patience for
people has run thin and he's very picky about who he talks
to, and is easily put off by any venomous speech.
tl;dr : a lonely, extroverted daredevil who
doesn't have nearly as much of a spark as he used to.

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[VoodooBastet]

1. Panic! at the Disco is great. 2. Nice demon terminology used for a name: it was genius. 3. You are accepted. Welcome to your nightmares.

For everyone else, we will begin tomorrow. I do have some finals for a few medical classes coming up so I might not be extremely active for a bit, but I will always return.