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Zane D.| Second in Command

There isn't a thing called 'dark and dangerous.' For me, it's 'dark, handsome, cool, witty, and dangerous'

The dark-haired avain boy looked up, hearing the call. He whistled back and began to inch up a large oak tree, shivering a little as a slight breeze murmured past. He cut his hand on the rough, warped bark of the broad leafed tree, and pulled it away sharply as the cut began to sting. He wiped the blood off on his jeans, and continued to scale the tree. He reached the top, or as high as he could climb, and ran off the end of the thicker limb. Zane spread his large wings as wide as he could in the confines of the woods, and began to gain altitude quickly.

Zane broke through the line of trees, shielding his face with his arms, which endured many scratches, as did his wings. He left a gaping hole in the forest line, and cringed at the size, and his cuts. A huge hole in the sea of green was pretty noticable, not to mention the few feathers scattered around the edges.

Averting his gaze up, he saw Char circling around in the powder-blue sky, off to his left. He turned and rose on a hot-air thermal, which let him relax while it pushed him skywards.

Mood: Urg...
Action: Being sick
Action to: No one

Thim M.| Head Fighter

If you believe you can fly, you can't, don't hurt yourself immitating us freaks.

Lany nodded to Char, and began to gather some sticks and such for a small fire. She crossed her fingers and took up her spark rocks, which she liked alot because they never wore out. She slapped them together with a sharp crack, and a spark fluttered to life on the pile of small branches. Lany grinned happily before pulling out some food that they had. Let's see, she thought cheerily, What has we gots now for fud? Hmmmmm.... She pulled out some packaged hotdogs. Not the most healty food on the planet, but if you made 'em Chicago style, it was a total heart attack. Of course, the flock was used to being attacked, but not with belly aches and heartburn. Besides, she didn't want anyone to get a craving for them, or go loopy from all the extra junk on the beef link.

Thim shrugged and skewered the sausages on sharp sticks and set them gingerly over the small blaze that warmed her front. Soon, the entire place smelled like roasting piggie, and Lanu began to pull them off onto a large paper plate. Paper plates, She thought ruefully, Will be the death of us all.



OOC: Chicago style hotdogs are way too much for me, but my dad likes them. I just like mustard and ketchup. Dad say's its against the law to put ketchup on your hotdog in Chicago. o.0 Pssh, don't see any police after me.

Really on topic: They're in Pheonix, right? In the ruralish area, and can they see the lights from houses? Also, where are the Erasers? Back where they started, or in Pheonix with the flock?

Mood: Mild
Action: Attempting to cook, WARNING: Stay back!
Action To: Hot dogs

Rocky| Fighter| Eraser

Go away

Rocky leaned back slowly, bored and tired. Those stupid birds, she thought scornfully. Why do the gosh darn things have to move so dang fast? Can't they take the bus? She growled softly. With her deep, gray eyes shut at the moment and her red hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head, she looked like any normal fourteen year old girl living in the area. Except for her company.

Erasers.

They didn't look nearly as innocent as her, and even she looked a little suspicious.

Mood: Agitated
Action: Sitting
Action To: No one

[gizmo,]

(( You got it whim ))

[Storms in Rome]

Leilani

I smiled ,and then busted out laughing. "wassup madi" I said, looking down at zach. "you alright down there?" I said, half teasing, half serious. I peered through the bangs that had just fallen into my face, and quickly blew them out of my eyes. Goodness, they were always so annoying.

(writers block °⌒°)

(I feel ya.)

Madisyn:
I looked up at Lei,and shrugged."Nothin much,just trying to avoid electric wired and telephone poles."I looked down at Zach."Sorry."I got off,and walked away,adding over my shoulder,"I'll leave you love-birds alone."

Zacherile:
I got up,cringing,and my neck cracked.I got up just in time to hear Madi go,"I'll leave you love-birds alone."I straightened up,found a rock,and threw it at her.She simply slid to the side,and the rock narrowly missed another person,hitting the tree.

[gizmo,]

(( So whim already accepted me. She said I can start RPing.... ))

t h e | f l o c k

n a m e: Ashlyna David (Duh-v-eee-d)
n i c k n a m e: "Everyone calls me Azrael, because of my charming personality."
Though Azrael is her nickname to many, few also call her Asha. She doesn’t allow many to, for it reminds her of her past. One does not have a death wish.
a g e: I am 17 years of age."
g e n d e r: "Girl...and no you cannot check."

r a n k: Fighter
p e r s o n a l i t y: Azrael is not someone you want to be around. She’s rude and sarcastic, and not in the nice way. She’s what you could say, feisty. Always having a comeback, something snarky no less, she is not one to be put down. She is very protective of those closest, and she isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty. Having a rough past has made her heart cold, and her eyes hard. She’s not quick to judge, but she is never slacking in observation. Quite the observer, she absorbs everything she sees. Not one to miss a clue or slight movement, she is quick to tell if someone is lying. She is always nice to have around, for many reasons.
h i s t o r y: Azrael has had a long, dreadful past, one that brings up horrid memories. No one has heard the tale, and if they ever do, take a picture because that is very rare. (WIP to be honest…xD)

h a i r | c o l o r: Brunette, with a little brownish-red streaked in it.
e y e | c o l o r: A chocolate brown
h e i g h t: 5'5
w e i g h t: 120 lbs.
d e s c r i p t i o n | i n | w o r d s: Azrael is a petite girl, with a natural tan. Her hair falls in curls, brunette, with a little light brown streaked in. Many have told her that she has the curves every girl could want, very symmetrical with almost a pristine physique.

w i n g | s p a n: 15 feet

l i k e s: Azrael does not like many things, but what she does enjoy, is very special to her. She loves to be around those closest, known as the flock. She enjoys flying by herself, high in the sky where she is just a speck in the afternoon light. Company annoys her, though she isn’t one to complain.
d i s l i k e s: The Erasers, and everybody else who wants her and her flock dead, obviously. The un-obvious, though, would be large crowds and people who complain.
h a t e s: Loud, rude, obnoxious people, and everyone who is after the flock

c r u s h: "a! You make me laugh."
b o y f r i e n d / g i r l f r i e n d: :Bah. You're joking, yes?"

r a n d o m | f a c t: Azrael is…you could say, the “model type”, though she couldn’t careless. She doesn’t care what others think, nor will she ever. She will never admit it, but honestly, Azrael has never felt love. She has no idea what it is, nor does she believe in it.

p o w e r: Azrael can control people's bodies. It is different then controlling their mind; when you control their mind, they are not aware of it usually. When you control their bodies, they usually are quite aware that their body is not their own, but their is nothing they can do about it.

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t h e | f l o c k

n a m e: Reiland Charles Johnson
n i c k n a m e: Ryder
a g e: 18
g e n d e r: Guy...

r a n k: Fighter
p e r s o n a l i t y: Ryder is the arrogant jerk everyone loves. He is always quick to flirt, no matter who you are, and he doesn’t care if he gets insulted. Though, underneath that hard exterior is a sweet boy who is quite the romantic. No one has seen this side, except his good friend Kezi. Growing up with the younger girl, they are just about best friends. Kezi knows him best.
Despite coming off as a jerk, he can be caring and sweet. He thinks about others, though he never shows that he’s thinking about others’ feelings besides his own. Deep down, underneath all the lies, is a boy who just wants to be loved. He’s tired of pretending; he just wants to have an adventure, and let go. See, that’s the person he is: adventurous, funny, sarcastic. You just have to get past the hard exterior.
h i s t o r y: WIP

h a i r | c o l o r: A dirty blonde color, slightly wavy but not too long.
e y e | c o l o r: Ryder has sea blue eyes, ones that are always on fire.
h e i g h t: 5’10
w e i g h t: 180 lbs.
d e s c r i p t i o n | i n | w o r d s: Ryder is very fit and, sculpted, you could say. As was mentioned, he can be quite arrogant, so he likes to stay in shape. He has dirty blonde hair, not too long and not too short, that matches his tan skin. He has sea blue eyes, a bright contrast to his tan skin.

w i n g | s p a n: 17 feet

l i k e s: Ryder likes, well, girls. He never goes too far, since he is a gentleman. He likes flying for long periods of times, at night of course. He loves being around people, for he is a people person, always pleasing.
d i s l i k e s: Ryder dislikes small enclosed spaces, such as cages. He hates Erasers, of course, and others who wish to cause the flock harm.
h a t e s: Others who wish to cause the flock harm, of course!

c r u s h: xXx
b o y f r i e n d / g i r l f r i e n d: xXx

r a n d o m | f a c t: Ryder has a lot of scars, though he doesn’t like to talk about them.
He is always cracking jokes, making others laugh, for that he is very dependable for.

p o w e r: Ryder can control fire. Just fire, nothing else.

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t h e | f l o c k

n a m e: Katarina Celeste Udinov
n i c k n a m e: Kezi
a g e: 17 years of age
g e n d e r: “I am a girl. Yes I am sure.”

r a n k: Second in Command?
p e r s o n a l i t y: Kezi is the one with the wise eye in any situation. She observes anything she sees, taking in her surroundings and absorbing them like a sponge. This commonly takes others off guard, for she will ramble off with something nobody noticed. But, there is a catch, Kezi doesn't talk. She hates attention, or anything that has to do with it. Yes, she is wise and helpful, though she sticks to herself, a little smart girl who doesn't like to trust. As said, Kezi doesn't trust other people with any of her - examples being as how she doesn't talk, how she keeps even the most important of things to herself - but if you manage to break into her heart, she is fun loving and wild. She will take risks and adventures, revealing an amazing friend - and a best one, at that. Now, don't underestimate Kezi. She may be the deep, dark, and silent type, but she knows how to make herself heard, and make herself heard she does.
h i s t o r y: WIP

h a i r | c o l o r: Kezi has dark hair, black almost, that falls in curls past her shoulders. It naturally curls on its own, already full of volume and length. Her hair is a girls’ dream.
e y e | c o l o r: Her eyes, a bright contrast to her black hair and tan skin, are a bright electric green.
h e i g h t: 5’5
w e i g h t: 115 lbs.
d e s c r i p t i o n | i n | w o r d s: Kezi, not exactly large, but not exactly scrawny either. She is a perfect mix, right between. Her skin is a bronze color, a dark contrast to her black hair and green eyes. Many have said she is quite curvy, though she is definitely not one to flaunt it. Not quite the flirt like her friend Azrael, she isn’t exactly ignorant either. Her electric eyes show nothing of what she feels, but rather, what she wants others to think she’s feeling. Quite the manipulator.

w i n g | s p a n: 14 feet

l i k e s: Kezi, a rather positive person, likes many things. If she had to be described in two words, it would fun-loving, yes that’s one word, and adventurous. It would take too long to sum up this enjoyable girl. She knows how to take charge when needed. She loves to fly, though who doesn’t, and loves to be sarcastic as well.
d i s l i k e s: Kezi does not dislike many things, though there are those few. She doesn’t like being underestimated or ignored; she doesn’t put up with disrespect either.
h a t e s: She hates what all others do: the Erasers and whoever else is after them.

c r u s h: xXx
b o y f r i e n d / g i r l f r i e n d: xXx

r a n d o m | f a c t: Kezi may look vulnerable and naïve, but don’t be fooled. When pushed too far, she can be feisty and cruel. Few have seen her bad side, and almost none have lived to tell the tale.

p o w e r: Though she hates to admit it, Kezi can see the future. The visions are not of big plots or ideas, but rather, of decisions made. She can search the fuure for a certain thing at her own will, but visions also come randomly. To remember these visions, she’ll usually draw what the vision looked like, or write, so she always has a sketchbook with her.

[D0ctor Ducky]

Leilani:
I giggled at the wires and telephone poles. Then I blushed, a little flustered. "uuhh...." I muttered dumbly, and then I quickly shut my mouth. "lovebirds....bah." I muttered. I ran a hand through my hair, "you alright?" I asked, my blue eyes round and full of sincerity. I raised an eyebrow when he threw the rock. At least he didn't hit anyone.

[Storms in Rome]

Zacherile:
I grumbled."Stupid senses....I wanted to hit her."I looked at Lei."Yea,I'm fine.Just feeling a bit furious,but that's normal when she's around."

[cloudling]

Charlotte Jamison || Leader || The Flock

Mood: Relieved
Talking To: Zane Devir
Action: Talking/Flying/Healing

Charlotte heard a reply call, and waited for Zane to arrive. She finally saw him flying up to her slowly, and she noticed that he wasn't making any eye contact with him. She had known Zane for so long, and had never appreciated it. He was helpful, though annoying too. But he was pretty cute. Smiling a bit, she dived down to meet him. But the smile quickly faded. "Where did you go? I was worried sick, you stupid bird!" she yelled at him, punching his gut in anger and frustration. Urg, then she noticed the deep gash on his hand. Great. He got himself a stupid little injury, the idiot. Resisting the urge to blow him up, she scooped him up and flew quickly back down into a clearing that was near the camp, but not it.

Setting him down on a patch of green grass, Charlotte took his hand and examined it. It was deep. And it would get infected if she didn't do something about it soon. Good thing the medical kit was still strapped around her waist. Charlotte opened it and dug threw it to find some liquid band-aid that she had stole from some pharmacy. "Okay, this is going to hurt." she said, before opening it and applying it to all his injuries (cuts, scrapes, small things), minus the hand cut. When she was done, she put it away carefully and found some gauze.

Pressing the gauze onto the wound did help stop the bleeding. After a while of letting it dry out in the fresh air, she put a coat of liquid band-aid on the cut and sighed, looking at the moon.

((@Marauder: You should make Zane be all: You were worried sick?! and then he should kiss her or something. I don't know...drama. 8D))

[D0ctor Ducky]

Leilani
i nodded, pretending to understand. When, really, i didnt. I pulled the braid out of my hair, making it fall in light waves. Much better, i was getting a headache. I slid to the ground, not feeling like standing. I looked up and patted the ground next to me, staying quiet the whole time. I didnt much feel like talking at that moment.

[Storms in Rome]

Zacherile:
I followed Lei's instructions,and sat on the ground next to her.I looked around the camp,and observed.Charlotte was patching Zane up,Thim was making food,and Madisyn.......was nowhere to be found.Crud.She's probably going to find a rabid bear to chase her,with out luck.