We Are Guardians[Semi Lit+ Roleplay] Full, sorry

[Gatanitazul]

Isabelle had heard something calling her guardian's name, and she rushed out of the cabin without a word. Angel padded quickly after her, thinking She's crazy, this one... Running off without her guardian.... Don't any humans know better?

Isabelle ran down the cruise ship's hall, noticing that it was slightly tipped, like it had crashed. Well, it has... In a way... She continued running in the direction that she had heard the voice from, and entered a more open area. This area had taken a lot of damage, and light was peering in from above. Isabelle didn't pay much attention to her surroundings, but she noticed some tables and chairs around. She was more concentrated on the other people in the room, with their guardians close to them. Isabelle took a wary step back, almost tripping over Angel.

Angel caught herself before she hissed with frustration and said "I see you've found the others..." Angel noticed Pepper nearby, with is male charge. She smiled and glanced at Isabelle, taking a step forward and greeting the Gecko "Pepper, I see you've gotten your-" she stopped herself short of saying 'charge' in front of all of these humans. She let out a sigh of relief as she caught herself and quickly said "What is his name."

Isabelle frowned at the sight of many people Just my luck.... I thought it would be good to be stranded in this place with animals.... But there are people too?! She rolled her eyes, taking a few more steps back so she could step into the few shadows that dotted the area.

[Nyhne]

((Haha, yes, let's put all the unsocial people together in one place. XDD))

[Metallic Dragon]

((I love how everyone is so unsocial except for like, two of them, lol. Oh, we'd better wait for some of the others to catch up before posting more. There are a few people that have not been on yet tonight, and we don't want them to fall too far behind))

[keydemon]

((Thanks, Haha, I like Pepper too. x3))

Damien stood, looking confusedly at the two guardians as the spoke. Leaning back against a tree, he looked off into the distance. Why did I agree to the cruise? Look what it's got me into... talking animals, dragons, another dimension... What a drag.
"Well if this silly human hadn't been thrown from the ship, I wouldn't have gotten lost!" Pepper declared, puffing his chest out. "This human is strange," Pepper lowered his voice, looking seriously at Felzir, "he is dark and gloomy. Plus I believe he is male, but he has the metal that girls wear in his ear." Pepper's eyes flicked from the earring Damien had, back to Felzir. "Your's at least seems to be kind." he huffed, "Where are the others? I'm hungry." Pepper whimpered. He then noticed Angel with her human. "Angel! You have found your's! This is... uh... Damien. He is male." the gecko smiled happily. Damien glanced at Isabelle, but quickly focused his eyes back to the trees. More people? How many are there? he thought gloomily.

[Đɛαŧħғαƀℓɛ]

{ Oh I forgot to ask: How many characters are we allowed to have? One? Two?

And I will post on my next log in }

[Nyhne]

((Lol, well I tend to take some traits from my view of my own personality into my characters. XD And alrighty~ ))

[Metallic Dragon]

((Probably two each. It just depends, as long as you can keep up with both(and stay semi-literate), you are welcome to have two.))

[Gatanitazul]

Isabelle noticed Damien's eyes flicker over to her, but she ignored it, leaning against a dirty and damaged wall. She brushed some dust off of her arm and took out her switchblade, tossing through the air above her and catching it in her right hand.

Angel's eyes widened as Isabelle did this "She is going to end up killing herself..." she muttered to Pepper, rolling her eyes. She grinned and said "She doesn't talk much, but that means she doesn't ask questions." She glanced back at Isabelle to check if she was okay, and sighed, wondering if she would be able to take anymore of this girl in a few days. She had never given up on a charge before, and she didn't know what would happen if she did. There is always a first for everything... she stopped herself from continuing that thought Don't think like that, Angel... she ordered herself, letting out the rare frown.

Isabelle tossed the switchblade into the air one last time, catching it again and slipping it into her pocket. She crossed her arms and gazed out into the forest that she could see through the many gaping holes in the damaged cruise ship. She wondered if they would take her out there. Was there some sort of settlement? Were there others? I'll just have to find out, won't I? She took a few steps forward, making sure that her guardian wasn't watching, and then she climbed out of one of the holes, jumping down into soft grass and walking into the forest.

[CreativityLives]

Right before Mortimer was about to respond to Cai, Cai ran off. Instead of being offended, Mortimer followed after him, calling out "Come on Aurora! There's no time to waste."
Aurora stumbled after him, tripping in her high heels. "Wait, Momo!" She called out.
Mortimer flew back, not wanting to leave his charge behind. He sighed. "Aurora," he said, "we'll never catch up to them now. Let's just go and get something to eat and we can talk."
"Okay, sounds good Momo." She replied brightly as they began to walk, Mortimer on her shoulder.
"I really do wish you would stop calling me that." Mortimer said coldly.
"But I really like it, it reminds me of home a bit. We had a cat named Elmo. I used to call him Momo sometimes. He was pretty much my best friend.
Mortimer rolled his eyes Ugh. Who would ever want to be friends with a cat? but out loud he said "A girl like you and your best friend was a cat? I can't believe that."
"Well yeah, I had friends, but I felt like Elmo was the only one who ever really listened to me." Suddenly feeling homesick and upset, Aurora began to cry. "I.. miss.. my home!" She sobbed.
"Well this is your home now. It's really a beautiful place, and not too terrible for a home. There, there, it's alright." Mortimer patter Aurora's shoulder with his wing awkwardly. "Look, I think we started off on the wrong foot. You're still adjusting to this place and I'm still adjusting to you. Can we start over?" He implored.
"Yes, I'd like that." Aurora said as she stopped crying.
"Well then. Hello, my name is Mortimer. Welcome to Nyseria, a land of wonder and secrets."
Aurora giggled a little "Hello Mortimer, I'm Rory, and I'm glad to be here." With that, the two walked off in search of food, and Mortimer hoped to come across another of his friends that they could meet. He really wanted Aurora to have friends, real friends, because really, she wasn't that bad when she wasn't calling him Momo.

[Đɛαŧħғαƀℓɛ]

{ Does this form look fine? Wanted to make another charrie for if my charrie is stuck or I'm waiting for a reply }

.: Form :.

Name:

Vladimir Smith

Age:

21

Gender:

Male

Looks:

Vladimir has a slim build, skinny but strong. His hair is shaved at the back and then cut to a way where his hair goes up slightly. He has black hair, hazel brown eyes and average sized ears. Vlad is 5’8” and can look tall than he really is because he is skinny than most his age. He is stubble and prefers it that way at the moment.
He isn’t extremely thin, but just a slight bit thinner than an average man his age.

Personality:

Vlad is usually serious around others when he first meets them but can’t help but joke around every once and a while. The better he knows a person, the more he’ll act himself around them, the easier it is. He isn’t afraid to tell someone straight on what he feels about them as a person or the way they act. He’s a usually mellow guy, trying to enjoy life as he lives it. He tries not to overreact when a moment comes but sometimes he cannot help himself. Vlad enjoys doing what he love, art. He is an expressionist artist most times but can find time to do abstract paintings and landscape when he feels like it. Even with all this free spirit, Vlad gets awfully upset and frustrated when he thinks about something to hard or too much, which is often.

History:

Vladimir grew up a happy child, trying to show everyone he was fine and dandy after his parents split. He never had to act like he was fine, he understood that his mother and father didn’t feel for one another and separated. He tried not to let give them any ideas that he was miserable, because he wasn’t. As Vlad grew up, going into his teens, he was always one to talk with his friends and jump in front of somehow just to say hi. He loved to see their expressions when he did things like this. People had always interested him. When he would have a down day, Vlad would sit in his room and think over all the bad things and the good things that’d happen. It usually frustrated him, doing this for some reason. By the time he was an adult, Vlad personality had changed after the death of his stepfather who he was very close to. He didn’t mind ever talk about him, felt that his memory lived on as we spoke about the things that he had done while he was alive. He was more carefree, indulged in his artwork.

Guardian:

A young serval cat named Silas

Other:

He will go by the nickname Vlad usually.

.: Silas :.

Gender:

Male

Species:

Serval

Looks:

Silas is small, about the size of a house cat, but ears that would take up half of his head. Three long black stripe patterns stretch down from his forehead all the way back to his shoulders, as for black ring markings around his front legs. Three black rings circle his long slim tail. The rest of his patterns are black spots from his body to his cheeks. His base coat his is a dry grass shade of beige, his underbelly and muzzle a softer, whiter monochromatic shade. The backs of his ears are black with a single white spot near the tip. His eyes are a deep coffee brown, a small white outline around his eyes. His nose is an extremely dark brown that it looks as if it is black.

Personality:

Silas is a young serval, full of youth and energy. He’s curious about most things and tries his best to make people like him. He enjoys pouncing around and absolutely hates to stay still unless he is tired or sleepy. Silas cannot stand awkward moments, always wanting to break any sudden silent moments. He manages to apply some of the few manners he knows when around new people. He may not be the best judge of character.

Other:

Silas is young because of Vlad’s ability to still be young at heart.

{ If there's something wrong I can edit }