ＥＫＮＯＳ ＡＮＧＥＬ || α ℓιтєяαтє яρ

[.chamomile.]

↶↶↶ ｔｙｌｅｒ ｂｉｓｃｕｓ ↷↷↷
☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩

αgє :: 21
gєη∂єя :: Male
мσσ∂ :: Fearless, energized
туρє :: Eknos; panther
ωιтн :: Charlie and Will

Tyler felt the surrounding close in on them, the trees becoming denser, but only slightly. Leaves and undergrowth swallowed up any view Tyler might have seen of the Whitecoats facility. He could no longer see the grey walls that had once contained him. His feet barely made a sound on the forest floor, and after a few moments, he remembered Charlie's beanie. "I grabbed this on the way out," Tyler said, taking it out of his pocket and holding it out, "didn't think you could live without it." He gave her a small smile, stopping when Will did. Animals made sounds around them; chipping, scurrying, scuttling, clicking; wonderful sounds of nature. Tyler took in Wills words, nodding his head in agreement. Just because they were free didn't mean that everything would be handed to them on a silver platter; they had to survive now. They had to avoid trouble, find supplies, try not to die. But it was worth it, anything was better than the Whitecoats. "Tyler Biscus. Panther." Shiny black claws slid out from between his knuckles, glistening slightly in the filtered sunlight.

[munchkin cat.]

{ Name: Charlie } { Age: 18 } { Gender: Female } { Mood: Scared, Excited} { Type: Ark Angel, black wings } { With: Tyler and Will}

Charlie followed after will soft leaves and fallen twigs crunching beneath her feet as she walked she took in the forest with growing curiosity. She felt slightly suffocated with the closing in trees but she as she looked up between the branches she could see the sky above and soon relaxed. She listened to the birds as they chattered above them and throughout the forest, "Odd how everything seems so cheery when hell is just over there" she thought looking over her shoulders. She could barely see it anymore, with each step it slowly disappeared until she could no longer see it, but just because she couldn't see it didn't mean the threat wasn't there. But without it in her sight she did feel better, as if she now truly had her freedom for the taking. and took it she did. She stopped as she saw the guy ever so casually leaning against the tree and slowly nodded agreeing with him. She knew he was right, they would need to share everything they got instead of being greedy if they planned on surviving. As he introduced himself she was glad to finally have a name for him as well as his species, the mystery had been bothering her. Before she could speak Tyler was there and handing her back her beanie, she smiled and wanted to hug him but instead she simply took it "Thank you, your right I would have died without this" she said quickly putting it back in it's rightful place upon her head. Waiting her turn just as Tyler had finished she spoke "Charlie and I'm part Raven" she said unfolding her wings just a bit until they showed, but not to complete length.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

WILLIAM
MANED WOLF EKNOS
MALE....20
tagged;; tyler, charlie

Will watched the reactions of the other two as they took in the outdoors. It was obvious that they had been cooped up far too long in that wretched place. He was happy to be out again, and he had only been in there for under an hour. He could hardly imagine what it would have been like for someone with wings. Will's eyes started to stray towards the girl and her beautiful wings, but he turned his attention back towards the boy. He introduced himself at Tyler, stating that he was a panther. Good. Another predator. His eyes caught a glimpse of his claws, nodding happily. He then turned to the girl. Her name was Charlie? Interesting, but her wings were more so. Her species didn't really matter to him as much as her ability. "Do either of you have anything? I have a small stash near here. It only has a knife, a bit of rope, and a canteen, but it's good. I snagged it off a mercenary once." He nodded behind him, indicating that the pack was somewhere in the woods. "Also, what skills do you have? I can hunt and build adequately, but hunting is more my strong suit. I know you can fight, Tyler. Charlie- are your wings actually capable of flight? If so, you would make a perfect scout and lookout."

[.chamomile.]

↶↶↶ ｔｙｌｅｒ ｂｉｓｃｕｓ ↷↷↷
☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩☪ ☩

αgє :: 21
gєη∂єя :: Male
мσσ∂ :: Fearless, energized
туρє :: Eknos; panther
ωιтн :: Charlie and Will

Tyler watched as Will's gaze traveled over Charlie, feeling a little jealous of him, and a tad bit of envy. He thought over Will's question for a moment. He scrounged his pockets for items, but only found a piece of folded up paper and half of a toothpick. He chuckled, holding out the items in his palms, "Well, I have nothing." Will seemed to be doing pretty good, a canteen would be useful, as would the knife. Tyler could do a bit of hunting, but only for small animals like rabbits. He could fish, and fight, and he could sew. Though a thread and needle would be useless out here. No fabric; hopefully they wouldn't rip up their clothed too terribly. "I can hunt, but usually I stick to small animals like rabbits." He informed Will. Tyler observed Charlie, wondering if her raven wings could indeed get her air born. It would help them out a lot, especially if they went on anymore rescue missions.

[munchkin cat.]

{ Name: Charlie } { Age: 18 } { Gender: Female } { Mood: Excited } { Type: Ark Angel, black wings } { With: Tyler and Will}

Charlie once again listened to Will as he asked if they had anything she patted her own pants pockets but could only feel small bits of lint inside. She had nothing of use unless her beanie could used for some lethal weapon but that was highly unlikely, so instead she turned to look at what Tyler had. She couldn't help but smirk a little as she saw the paper and part of once was a toothpick, at least she wasn't the only one. She knew a knife would be great in case they ran into trouble as well the rope and a canteen of course to hold water something they would need for basic survival. As Will motioned behind him she couldn't help but try and peek over behind him and search for it, but she knew it was useless as the pack would most likely be hidden. As he asked her if she had any abilities she nodded "I'm stealthy, able to get in and out of places and of course can fight when necessary" she said and then rolled her eyes when he asked if she could actually fly. "Well of course I can fly otherwise I'd just look weird with these things" she said gently tucking them back against her back.

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Her name is Alex Wayde, though she doesn't share information like that too often. Some of those around her know it, but that's only because she has slipped up once or twice. As it is though, they know only her name, that she's eighteen, and that she's a female. Well, they might know she's bisexual (though usually prefers girls) too, but that would just be because they guessed it. She isn't one to share, so you won't likely learn much more, at least not without getting in really close to her.

Alex is friends with virtually no one, as she can't bring herself to trust (though she does think of __{feel free to PM me}__ as a brother now). She may not be the most friendly person, but she finds herself around people a lot of the time, something that can become annoying quickly when she's in a bad mood. She's sarcastic, perhaps a little of a pessimist, but she's actually not too bad to be around once you get to know her. She has a macabre sense of humor and seems almost cold towards other people and their personal limits. She has difficulty expressing emotions, understanding why people feel the way they do, and has a lot of trouble with social situations. Actually, this is all because she has Asperger Syndrome, a mild form of autism. This isn't something most people know about, and it doesn't affect her too badly. You can't tell by looking at her, but if you know the symptoms of it or see her fade out, you might be able to point it out.

Before everything fell apart, Alex was living a relatively normal life. Alex never really fit in with 'the crowed', but she didn't really mind it either. Her parents died before she could even remember, so she was put into the system, only to be adopted at age eleven by a very nice, loving couple. I know, shocking that such an older child was chosen, but such was her luck. They had stopped by to see the art room where Alex had sat painting a picture of the forest, a scene which she had never witnessed herself but longed to. The couple had sat beside her and watched her work, complimenting her as she went and coaxing her into conversation, something not many could do in those days because of her undiagnosed Aspergers. By the end of their visit, the couple had decided, and it was only a few weeks of paperwork before she was moved out of the city and in with them, into a house right by, you guessed it, a very large forest. They had since moved, but her wish had been granted.

Although she was very loved by her adoptive parents, they always knew she was different just like she did, and it seemed that others could sense it too. Ostracized at school, Alex took to herself and her only escape; reading, writing, and solitude. She had quickly shut herself off from the rest of the world, content with watching from afar rather than partaking in the act of actually living. She didn't want to be bothered by people, and deep down she knew they didn't want to be bothered by her. That's probably what pushed her to flee her home just before she turned fifteen, forcing her to live on the fringes of society. She was recently caught and experimented on, granting her the ears and tail (among other things) of a black jaguar.

As stated, Alex enjoys alone time, as she has periods where she needs to be alone to think things through. She enjoys learning new, interesting things, especially things that are odd or unique. She likes the smell of old leather, and thinks that nothing's better than being outside in nature, especially at night. She has a fondness of fire, something that gets her into a bit of trouble at times, but it's nothing too severe. While she doesn't like meeting new people, she does enjoy watching them. She finds people and their complexity to be very interesting and could easily spend hours watching them. She also happens to have a love of children, something she can't quite explain.
Loud noises and large crowds are two of Alex's worst enemies. When pushed too far in certain situations, she can become visibly afraid and distraught. She sometimes covers her ears and begins to shake, rocking back and forth slowly. Other times she goes into a sort of daze, one that it may take a minute to get her out of. She calls these episodes "fading out", and tries to hide them from others. These things don't happen often mind you, but they can happen if she's not careful. She also has a strong distaste for needles, always has.


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Jackson "Jace" Herondale is a dark nineteen year old boy, one whose temper can get the best of him, when his emotions are not strictly in check. He can also be very sarcastic if he wants to be, and he never forms emotional attachments for more than a brief amount of time, if at all, because "to love is to destroy,” and love, therefore, makes a person weak. Jace gives the impression of hating most people. He is extremely arrogant at times, which can get on people's nerves. Jace's outer personality hides a deep inner hatred of himself, he also shows some sadistic tendencies and at times can be extremely vindictive.
One little known fact about Jace is that he plays the guitar, and writes his own songs.

Jace looks like an avenging angel at times, with his dark hair that falls just into his charcoal eyes, which are framed in long, dark lashes. He is built quite nicely, sporting a solid, hard body conditioned from years of living on the run. He is of average height, and is somewhat slim- that is, he isn't visibly ripped. He tends to wear dark clothing, with dark jeans, black shirts, boots, and a leather jacket. He has a small scar running through his right eyebrow, and many other small ones that mar his hands, arms, and legs, but one large one running across his chest and abdomen. It starts on his left pectoral, running in a jagged line to the top of his right ribs. If you ask him, he may tell you some fantasitcal story about how he got it, one that changes each time he tells it. If you're really lucky (or unlucky), he may just tell you how he really got it.

A few things you should know about Jace: He smokes, sometimes drinks, and he is a mercenary. Actually, other mercenaries and BH's are looking for him at different times, but he's not too afraid. He's been there, done that, and thinks he can take them. Even if he can't, he figures they can put him out of his misery. At twenty-one years old, he should be out, enjoying life. Instead, he's stuck here, dealing with all these damned kids and scientists. You can tell just how much he enjoys that, based on how terrible he can be to everyone. Jace's job is to hurt people, mostly because he doesn't have feelings. You may think that's a little strange or a little fantastical, but it's the truth. He can't feel things. Because of this, he's become quite useful to the facility in which he works. He's very good at beating people into submission, because it doesn't bother him. Deep down though, if you really get to know him, he's got an inner part who's afraid, the part who's keeping him from feeling.

Growing up, Jace was a nice kid. He was very kind, loving, even a little bashful. After the wreck though, everything changed. He lost his mother, father, and little sister in one instant, leaving him alone in the world. He shut himself down, locked everything up, not willing to deal with knowing that he had killed his family. Had it not been for him yelling at his parents, his father wouldn't have turned around, they wouldn't have crashed, and no one would have died that night. But, they did. He felt so much guilt and so much pain, that something inside changed and he stopped allowing himself to feel. He lived with a large foster family, one full of older boys that enjoyed tormenting him and a foster father who didn't mind getting drunk and beating them. It must have stuck with him, because when he was sent here, he had no real problem with doing the same thing to the younger kids. Even so, deep inside he wants something different. He wants to change. He just needs help doing it.

Jace likes music, though not usually in the way others like it. He has synesthesia, something with allows him to see music as colors and shapes. He usually likes it, until he sees some really ugly looking music, then it can get annoying. He likes to play his guitar when he's alone, and will often sing his own songs or covers of ones he really enjoys. He may be troubled, but that doesn't make him stupid. He was in the honors classes as a kid, and though he never did any of the classwork, he always made top scores on the tests to make up for the missing assignments. He actually did enjoy learning and school, if only because they keep him from being at his foster home or on the streets.

Yeah, that's right- Jace didn't like going home. I know, I know, it's rather clique, the BA guy in the dark leather jacket that has a rough home life, but it is what was. He doesn't talk about what he's running from, but if you know him, you know it has to be pretty bad for him to hide from it. He hates when people ask too many questions, and will often be downright rude with his sarcasm if only to get them off of his back. One other thing he hates? Heights.

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Whysperia is what this girl goes by, but you can call her Whysper or Whysp if you know her, or if you're at least kind. Though not much is really known about her, she's guessed that she's about eighteen.

Whysperia has beautiful red hair that cascades over her shoulders in natural curls, something that others are often jealous of. She is thin and lithe, small in every way. She is only 5'4" and weighs little. She is quite pale, no matter what she does about it or how long she stays out in the bright sun. Her eyes are a deep ivy green, framed in thick lashes that make them stand out. She has no freckles, something she is both happy and sad about. She has no scars or other blemishes save a birthmark on her right wrist and a scar through her right eyebrow. She often wears half-sleeve or long sleeved shirts, sometimes with a little jacket or vest over them. She wears jeans or black pants at times, with nice boots.

In her other form, though she can't transform into it, she is a little fawn. A baby white-tailed deer. She doesn't know why her form is that of a baby, but it is what it is. No matter how old she gets, her animal form will stay that of a baby animal. She knows this because her brown ears have small white spots on them, as does her small tail. She has no hooves or antlers, though she can't say she minds.

Whysperia is different, odd even. She is quite unique and enjoys going off to do her own thing, no matter how strange others think it is. She is the kind of girl to dance to music no one else hears, to paint the walls a new color every day. She loves going out for long walks in the woods, though she can't really do that here, she even has her own little space out there somewhere. She tends to love everyone and everything, though she knows how to take a stand for herself or others. She's an old and beautiful soul, one who shines brightly even though not many are looking.

Whysperia just showed up one day, not really remembering where she came from. She had awoken in a small hospital-like room, being told she had been in a car accident. It had cost her her memory, so she's still getting used to everything, especially the whole deer parts thing. She doesn't remember who she was, so she has set out to create something new, who she is.
Though she doesn't remember it, Whysperia had loving parents. The only downside to her life was that she was in an abusive relationship, something she couldn't escape from. Her boyfriend had made her come with him on a trip, one that took them out of their state and into another. He and herself had been in an accident, one that claimed his life and left her unconscious. She had been taken to the hospital, but with no identification, her parents could not be identified. The scientists, it seemed, had learned about this and had swooped in to get her. When she had woken up, she had animal parts, no memory, and was here.

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Skye Junior, known to most as SJ, is a guy in sex and in gender. His sexuality? Well.. He's gay, though he doesn't tell people. He looks like he could be seventeen to nineteen, though I would place him at eighteen. He just has one of those faces, you know? The kind that make it hard to know a 'for sure' answer about these kinds of things?

Skye Junior is a good kid, though he has had a rough go of it. Growing up homeless with his parents, he never really had a place to call his own. He's made due though, staying on the fringes of society where he doesn't have to deal with those around him. He has been on his own for long enough that he doesn't really care anymore. Still, he's a sweetheart if you'll come over to him to talk, but he won't normally make the move unless he's feeling particularly good. As it is, he doesn't have any friends. He doesn't even know anyone here. He just wants to go back to his parents, to find his way back to them after having been ripped away so long ago..

SJ had dark hair, hair that was styled in the same way it is now, and blue-green eyes. Now though, after his visit with the scientists, he has silver hair and eyes, and the wings of the fallen angel he was fused with. His wings aren't pure and white though; they're marbled and gray because of some kind of personal taint. He can be violent and doesn't really have control over himself, but it fades with a little time. One cool thing he can do? He has perfected what he calls "blinking". Basically he thinks of a place he wants to go, blinks, and he's there. He can only "blink" to places he's seen, and he has to be within a certain distance to the place he wants to go to though, so it's not like he can escape this hell he's in.

Growing up, Skye's parents lost everything they had in a particularly bad investment. His dad told them to pack everything up, and they escaped into the darkness of the night with their few belongings. At that time, they still had a little money and a car. His dad had gotten another job, but it seemed that every time they were about to be doing good again, someone would show up demanding payment and they would have to flee again. By the time SJ was eight years old, they were completely homeless. Sometimes they stayed in shelters, other times in alleys. At ten years old, SJ had went out to find some food, only to be found by men who ten took him here. To this day, SJ can't figure out what he did to deserve this, or what any of them did. He really just wants to escape this place and find his parents once again. He wants to tell them that he didn't mean to abandon them, and that he loves them.

SJ is relatively quiet, a boy who doesn't say much even when he wants to. He learned not to press his luck as a homeless kid, and as a meek child before then. He has always been the quiet type though, it's not really anything new. He's got a really kind soul to him, though not many know about it because he keeps himself segregated from the others. He's downright ashamed of himself for being attracted to other men, and thinks that it could be the reason he's been placed her. After all, he's been here since he was ten- no one ever told him it was okay to feel the way he does. As it is, he believes he deserves everything he's getting here. He doesn't think the same thing about everyone else though, and would gladly help them escape. He's just not sure he deserves the same freedom.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

WILLIAM
MANED WOLF EKNOS
MALE....20
tagged;; tyler, charlie

Will turned from Charlie, his gaze moving from Tyler's face to his hands. A chuckle escaped him at the meager contents of the other boy's pockets. A toothpick and some paper? To be honest, it was more than he had himself upon escaping. He only had the clothes on his back and the food in his belly. When he spoke of being able to hunt, however, Will nodded gladly. "Hunting is good. What is your method?" If he relied on metal traps, they were out of luck. Will then turned to Charlie. Her skills were basic to Will, but having another person that could do the same things would be rather helpful, especially if they ever broke in to rescue more. At her sarcasm, Will let out a deep chuckle. He held his hands up in mock defense. "Hey, relax there, tiger. I don't pretend to understand what the whitecoats do, and I really don't care much for physics."

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Alex Wayde - The Wanderer

«☼» Black Jaguar Eknos «☼»
Female - Eighteen - No Crush/Lover
Currently in the dining area.

Alex's head jerked up suddenly, her green eyes steely as they looked forward through the darkness of her room. What was that? she wondered to herself. Though her body hurt from the most recent round of testing, she shoved herself off of the bed she was currently in, forcing her legs to move. She had heard a crash, followed by the distant sounds of a scuffle. It hadn't lasted too terribly long, but it was interesting enough to get her up and going. Besides, she was afraid that if she didn't move around some, her body would freeze up from the terrible stiffness it was feeling. Sighing, she held her hand on the wall as she went, helping herself along until she was confident that she could stand without its support.

By this time, she had made it to the dining area, though there wasn't much of anything to see there. Sighing, she sat down at a vacant table, her eyes guarded as they took in a lone boy sitting at another one of them. She said nothing to him, only fiddled with the table before her. She could smell blood, and though it wasn't coming from around her, she could still feel the hair on her arms raise in response. Glancing up, Alex saw all of the food that was waiting, but she couldn't bring herself to eat any of it. She felt sick, undoubtedly the result of a damnable test. Sighing inwardly once more, her green eyes turned to the table, coming to rest on the large scratches there. She didn't think they had been there before today, though she didn't bother asking the silver-haired boy about it.

Whysperia - The Unknown

«☼» Fawn Eknos «☼»
Female - Eighteen - No Crush
Currently in her room.

Whysperia woke as someone walked by her open door, their hand trailing on the wall beside them. She crept forward, peering out into the hallway to watch that someone until she realized who it was- some cat-girl from down the hall. Satisfied with the answer, Whysperia returned to bed, sitting on it indian style as she looked at her wall. She was thinking, thinking really hard about something. What color would she paint this wall next, she wondered. Of course, she had no real paint. Even though that was true, she had begun entertaining herself with mental images of what she would do to this room if it was really hers, and if she wasn't really trapped here.

"You're not trapped here," she told herself aloud then, frowning a little. "They said so. You chose to come here yourself, and now here you are. Living here." She repeated what the Whitecoats had once told her, lies that she didn't see through. Having no memory made you easily confused about what was the truth and what wasn't. After all, what else could she believe? They had stolen her away and had done these things to her against her will? No, it was much more likely that she had been intrigued by their experiments and had wanted to become a part of them. At least, that's what the girl told herself. Really, she had no clue what the truth was. Having just awoken here the day before, Whysperia had not even met another experiment before, let alone heard their opinions on all of this. Sighing and shaking her head, she went back to thinking about what she wanted to do with her room. Perhaps someday, they would let her actually do it.

SJ - The Hidden

«☼» Fallen Angel «☼»
Male - Eighteen - No Crush/Lover
Currently in the dining room.

Earlier that morning, SJ had been plucked up from his bed and had been taken to the labs, where multiple tests had been conducted on him. First, they wanted to see how fit he was. That part had been easy- run on the treadmill, let us monitor your heart and blood pressure, the usual. Then, they wanted to see him "blink". He had done it for them, done it for different distances and through different objects until his nose had started to bleed. Then, once he was tired, they had sprung it on him. Some horrific new serum, something to do something new to him. When they had come near him with the needle full of the thick golden liquid, he had squirmed and fought back, well, for as long as he could. They had jumped on top of him, pinning him down so they could stick that nasty goo inside of him. While doing it, he had felt a terrible popping and ripping feeling, something that hurt him through his back, up his neck, and down his right arm. Gods, it had hurt. That, coupled with the burning of the shot they had given him, had caused screams to tear up from the depths of him. Tears had sprung to his eyes from the pain, and he had writhed until he could no longer move. Eventually, they had given him another shot to numb him a little, assuming it was just a bad reaction to whatever they had given him moments before. It was almost as if they hadn't even noticed his beautiful marbled right wing hanging the way it did now..

SJ sat heavily at an empty table, in the middle of an empty mess hall, with an empty mind and heart. He didn't want to think about what had just happened, didn't want to think about any of it. He didn't want to feel the pain inside of him, the terrible burning caused by the liquid they had shot into him or the tenderness of his arm where they had injected it. He certainly didn't want to feel the horrid feeling of a wing that had been twisted into an awkward position and popped out of place or torn. He couldn't stop it though, especially when he looked over to see it hanging limply at an unnatural angle. At least he wasn't screaming anymore, he thought tiredly. When a girl walked into the mess hall, he didn't even look at her. He stayed in his corner, his knees drawn up to his chest with his arms around them, resting his side and his head against the cold, unforgiving wall.

[.chamomile.]

The Holidays

Firstly, your form and characters are accepted Whysperia, I will be adding them to the front page when I can. I really am very sorry to you guys, Leo, Doe, Whysp; schoolwork and finals have kept me very busy, and away from this roleplay.
As it is the holidays, I would like to take a break from the RP. I want to keep going with it for sure, but Christmas is the time to be with family and friends. I have not and will not forget about Eknos Angel, I love it to death <3

Merry Christmas guys! Have a great break!

[Welcome to Whysperia]

{Bump. I really hope this hasn't died already; I was rather excited about the plot.