ｐａｒｉｏｔ - dystopian lit. rp

[Welcome to Whysperia]

Alex is a pretty sweet eighteen year old woman, though she can be a bit hot-headed when she's pushed far enough. Then again, who doesn't get mad when they're being instigated or attacked? She's generally very kind and caring, especially to animals, children, or those who are obviously weaker. And, you know, Caspian, the guy she's secretly crushing on. While she can sometimes seem to be lacking in confidence, it's really not the case. She feels content with watching other people, studying the way they behave and speak, rather than jumping into conversations. I can honestly say that she has no problem stepping up into a place of authority when the time comes. She is one of those unique and hard to come by people that don't break under pressure, the kind that are always thinking a few steps ahead. The others in the group might think she's sort of pathetic for wanting to be normal, but.. She can't help it. With the power to control pain and healing, she finds herself in a difficult situation; it's kind of her job to heal people, but sometimes she causes pain instead. It's a difficult thing for her to deal with, as her powers aren't exactly under her control yet.

Alex Wayde is a good friend, and she's there when they need her most. She can be independent to a fault if she's not careful, but her loyalty cannot be matched. She has a good head on her shoulders and trustworthy instincts that rarely lead her astray. It's when she's not listening to her heart and head that she gets into trouble, and trust me, she's had her fair share of it. Alex has had her reckless moments where she'd do just about anything she wanted to, whether it's safe or not, but she's usually pretty lucky about not getting hurt. Alex is also pretty good at reading a situation and the people around her, thus is able to talk her way out of trouble when it actually catches up to her- at least most of the time. As I said, she can be rather hot-headed; that temper of hers knows how to boil over if she doesn't keep it in check, and the results can he hazardous to herself and those around her, whether she means for them to be or not. Even so, she knows how to tell a joke to cheer people up and is always there as a confidant when she's needed. She can be a bit of a nerd or goofball, but don't let that scare you off! She's a pretty good gal, you just have to get used to her quirks.

[coriander.]

[[ alright, everyone, please try to have your forms completed by tonight.
i'd like to either start this in a few hours or start it tomorrow after school.
i PASSIONATELY prefer starting it tonight haha.

secondly;;i have a fifth rule i didn't include.
please remove your siggies from all posts on this thread,
it'll drive me insane if you don't xD

also, here's a discussion thread c: x ]]

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{Finished my second form and added it to my original post. ^_^}

[coriander.]

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atlas sinclair

tagged: n/a
location: doctor's office
feeling: wary

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Amber eyes scoured the cobblestone streets and twenty-year-old Atlas Sinclair found himself hurriedly catching glances left and right. He wasn't sure what it was about Tombersen, but everything felt too good to be true. The pure normalcy was irking him halfway off the planet. He reminded himself that growing up in the forest made a person paranoid, but he couldn't ditch the sense in the back of his mind that these people were just animals, ready to drag him away and devour him. After all, he was a Pariah. Not that they knew that, of course. Their leader had insisted on one thing only;;don't get caught. They all were warned of the consequences... Nothing short of a torturous death for a traitorous monster like him. He cringed at the thought, veering off of the main street and heading into a large white-brick building.

The door opened with a creak and the woman at the desk immediately glanced up, a smile growing on her face when she recognized him. "Atlas," she crooned, getting up and hustling over to him. He chuckled quietly, perpetually guilty for tricking this large, gentle woman. She enveloped him in a hug and and he sighed comfortably before drawing back from her.

"Hello Holly. Is Doctor Mikaelson ready to see me?" he asked with an adoring smile.

The woman's face lit up as if she'd just remembered why he was here. She darted back to her computer, hurriedly clicking away at the keys. Part of keeping up the careful ruse the spy Pariahs had created was regularly attending doctor visits to get "medicine refills" to prevent the Pariahism that they were supposed to have been treated for since they were fourteen. Granted, none of the rebels ever took the medicine, but the doctor was easily tricked. The appointments made Atlas nervous beyond all belief, because he'd heard of the disaster stories where weaker Pariah had gotten scared and revealed themselves to the doctor in self-defense. Of course, the leader had his own theory about those occurrences;;he thought that the doctor had finally figured out a way to indiscreetly test a person for Pariahism. That was the exact reason that Atlas had been sent into Tombersen. He had to observe the government and the medical aspects of it, and try to worm his way into the trusted circle of the city to see if there was a new development. All of the spies had their own separate instructions, with different necessities attached. For example, many of them chose to only come into Tombersen during the day. They preferred the forest at night, because it was what they were used to. Atlas was a rare case, one of only three or four, that actually lived as a citizen inside of the walls. It was easier for the government to trust him;;at least that was what the leader had said.

Holly looked up from her screen and waved at the door on the other side of the room. "The doctor will see you now." Atlas let out a breath and nodded politely, stepping forward with a lithe step and crossing to the door.

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caspian caverly

tagged: n/a
location: main street
feeling: frustrated

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Caspian's mind, body and soul were completely exhausted from the previous night he'd spent filing papers at the capitol office. He was a slave to the secretaries, or at least that was what he referred to himself as. His normally-flawless hair was styled without flair due to lack of care... due to lack of sleep. He'd slept in as late as possible, but his mind had somehow programmed itself to wake up at the same time no matter how late he'd gone to sleep;;7:30am. He'd groaned heavily when he'd seen the clock and had spent no more than ten minutes preparing himself for the new day. Alas, there he was on main street just after 11:00am... on his day off.

His mother was sending him out to get food and run errands, something he'd wrongly assumed would end once he turned eighteen. Of course she'd beaten that idea out of him with heavy sighs and pouty faces, and Caspian had taken pity on her. He loved his mother dearly and couldn't bear to make her sad, even over the most trivial of things. His blue eyes dashed from market stand to market stand, trying to spot the silly items his mother had listed on a shabby piece of coffee-stained paper. Kiwi. Cheddar cheese. Some strange sort of bread he'd never heard of before. He groaned for about the tenth time that morning and had to fight the urge to violently crumple the list and toss it aside. His mother was an odd one, indeed, and he really just wanted to tell her to find her own damn mystery bread.

It was moments like those that he always ended up relaying to his best friend, Key. She was the one he could count on, and also the one that he spent half of his life ranting to. Cass was not an angry guy at all, mostly because he got all of his anger out at one time and controlled himself everywhere else. He found himself wishing she was there right then, so she could help him find the odd items before him. It'd always confused him how women just seemed to understand food more than men--after all, men just liked to eat it, didn't they? He held back a laugh at the thought and approached a fruit stand. "Hello," he greeted the man working behind it in a soft voice, gesturing at the kiwi. "How much for four of those?"

[[ please remember to bookmark the discussion thread i made.
i do not want ooc to be here. plz. thankyu. c; ]]

[Phantom's Opera]

Key - Main street - with her own lonely self

As it happened nearly everyday, as long as the Tomberson government would allow it, Key was again in main street, searching for food to bring home to her parents, and help them with the cooking. She always dreamed of the day when her little brother and sister would come, and she would have a family member to accompany her on these ongoing outings, or maybe even take the whole job over for her. Alas, Key was never granted the luxury of a sibling. When she had chosen where she would work, and when she would work, she had carefully set her schedule so that she would be able to have the same days off as her best friend Cass. She knew that Cass would often come here, also at this time of day, to buy the groceries for hsi mother. Key laughed softly to herself, Cass's mother had always been like her own. She had nearly spent her whole childhood at his house. She was good friends with Cass for many reasons, for one, she could disclose her many secrets to him, the secrets that even her poor parents didn't now. And well, who didn't like a strapping guy like Cass to hang around with?

Key watched as someone entered the doctor's office, and she thought back to her last appointment. She actually enjoyed the small talk that the doctor made, as he was checking her and her family for signs of pariah. She knew that she would have none, and that the pills have taken all possibilities of her being a pariah away. Maybe one day she would venture up enough adventure in her heart to go searching after these pariah's, and she would bring Cass along with her, whether he wanted to go or not. She couldn't go on an adventure and not bring him along. What if there really were pariah's out there, watching the city? The pariah's never bothered key, they mostly just sparked and interest that was hard to fill.

Her mother had offered Key a basket on her way out the door, but Key had politely declined. She only needed a few things, and then she would be headed home. She walked down the busy main street, with people selling food on either side. She approached a man who had bags full of grain, and she pointed to a burlap sack hanging from the ceiling. "I'd like to buy half a pound of white rice, please." The man grunted in response, and turned to the burlap sack, filling a small cup with rice, proceeded to pour that cup into a brown sack, and handed that to Key, who nodded her thanks. She would rather not spend her company here at the main street. The people were often gruff and rude, always seemed to be in a hurry. But what were they hurrying for? There was nothing to wait for in this town, except for the pariah's. What was the point of all this wandering and- Oh dear, here we go, off on another daydreaming rant. Key laughed and shook her head. She turned, and saw Cass standing at a fruit vendor, and her face lit up. She approached behind Cass quietly, her steps quiet. Her mind was running, trying to think of a clever way to startle her friend. But, she seemed to just be standing there, right behind Cass. Anyone who didn't know her, would think that she was quite the... well... there really isn't an accurate word to describe what they would think.

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Nick - walking home - with no one

With a book in hand, nick walked towards his house, with a new bottle of medicine in his hands. Sure, he went to the doctors' regularly and bought the medicine that was supposed to drown all pariahism out of him. But did he ever take the pills? no, he didn't. For a while, as he first received the pills. Nick would study them, trying to learn anything he could about these mysterious pariah's. But, they were as fleeting visually, as they were with any book, or any other information. They were seldom seen in the town, and Nick had only caught a few glimpses here and there. He approached a park, and walked straight through the grass, his vans clad feet leaving the blades of grass bent, but to soon be risen again, in footsteps in his wake. He knew exactly where he was going. He was approaching a group of trees. The trees were not old, nor were they young. The bottom most branches could reach Nick's elbow, if he stuck his arm straight into the air. He walked to the third tree closest to him, and turned, so that he was now facing the edges of the park, the tree in front of him. Running his hand gently down the bark, he found a small niche in the dark tree. Tugging a piece of bark loose, a small hollow in the tree was revealed. But it was not filled with... tree. No, in this niche, there were books notebooks, and other findings. All filled with nick's own handwriting. Everything that Nick learned about Pariah's he stored here in this tree. People might think that he was quite obsessed, and he was. But he did not want to destroy the pariah's not at all. He wanted to become part of them. He wanted to be one of the mysterious people that hide behind Temberlane's edges.

The book that Nick had been holding underneath his arm, he now removed, and set it carefully inside the tree. Replacing the bark with the utmost of carefuless, he again returned on his stroll. HE walked back past the doctor's office, and saw a boy, around his own age, with his arms around a woman of large stature. Nick wasn't quite sure where he was headed. As everyone seemed to hate the pariah's in this society, Nick was widely known as a freak, or a weirdo. He didn't mind though. He could care less about what other people thought about him. Approaching a bench on the side of the street, he sat, and ran a hand through his hair, and continued to watch the people, as they picked their way through the streets, continuing on with their day. He knew that he would need to return to his job later today. He helped sort papers at the police station, and he answered calls. (or whatever they call it in Tomberson) Nick watched as a few poeple entered the doctor's office.

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~Zora Deserae Jahdiel~
Eighteen - The Vengeful
"I came to drag you down : And break your soul apart."

Alone. On the streets. Fending for herself. That was were the dark girl had been living for four years. She had had no immediate family to take her in, and was going to be placed in a foster home or adoption center. She didn't want that. So she ran away, she escaped. She found a small house, foreclosed, near the outskirts of town, and had lived there until her eighteenth birthday. Not wanting to become like the pariah that killed her family, she had to steal medicine, although it wasn't specially made for her, and it worked well enough. Now legally old enough to be on her own, she had let her presence become known several months ago. Her parents wealth became hers. She sold their house, bought the place she'd been staying, and fixed it up. It had become her home. It would remain her home.

Back to the present, now of course. She was currently working on a new blade of hers. She had learned, along the way of living on the streets, how to make this and that, but nothing of real use weaponry wise. So when money finally returned to her favor, she learned. And now she was skilled. She made bows, and arrows. She made knives, daggers. She couldn't make any guns, but that didn't mean she didn't own any, for she did, and she was an excellent shot. She had multiple rooms in her house set aside for her weapons alone; one to store them, one to make them, one for extra things like bullets, a firearm room, and a practice room. Needless to say that the old house she had bought was quite large.

Sticking the small, durable knife into the side of her combat boot, she grabbed her leather jacket off of a hook nearby and shrugged it on. Heading out of the house, she locked the door behind her, slipping onto her motorcycle before revving the engine loudly and tearing off down the street. She was on the lookout for trouble, somewhere to jump in and cause a fight, anything violent. Something 'fun' to do. Sure, as she passed by the more rough parts of town and into the better side, people stopped and stared. They all knew who she was; she was one of the very few people who didn't drive an actual car. Too hard to get around in, was her perspective. Stopping in front of a local coffee shop, she headed inside, deciding to get something to boost her hype, to start her day.