☪ Faith, Pain, and Rebellion ☪ (Accepting!)

[hdmwolf]

(Cherry! :D

ACCEPTED OF COURSE. Kayla's last name is brown (I added two new characters) But that doesn't matter. I can change it right now. :3
I guess we can start! Even though I'm lacking creativity, I'll get on the huge computer upstairs instead of this laptop and start my first post. :3 )

[Harpalyce]

((I'll have a go at this, if you don't mind.
I'm having him look a bit older, let me know if this is ok.

Watch this space for my character sheet. Just sticking my foot in the door right now.))

☭ Username: Harpalyce
☭ Character Name: Yvain - last name varies, though he typically uses a rotating set of last names. Right now he goes by the name Yvain Laudine.
☭ Gender: Male
☭ Age: He is rather coy about his own age, saying that he is quite simply 'old enough'. He seems to have taken this to heart, and typically appears in his mid to late 40's. However, from his history, he is at least more than two hundred years old, having been an adult in the early 1800s.
☭ Species: Terlamaine

☭ Appearance: Rather tall and broad-shouldered, with deep brown eyes, brown hair kept on the slightly longer side, and a beard that is varying degrees of neatly trimmed depending on whether or not he is expecting company. Although not musclebound, he does look quite formidable, though in a practical sort of way: it's obvious he doesn't go to the gym and lift weights, but instead keeps himself active in his daily life. Somewhat burly, his physique is often described as ursine, and his deep voice doesn't really help to dispel the parallels between him and a grizzly bear. He dresses quite simply and practically, even if sometimes he does come across as old-fashioned. Usually you'll find him in heavy work jeans, boots, and either a t-shirt or - depending on the weather - a button-down plaid flannel shirt. He looks incredibly uncomfortable whenever he stuffs himself into a dress shirt and tie. He speaks with something of a Quebecois accent, though it is light.

☭ Personality: Incredibly loyal, to the point where he seems most of the time to be living in the past. He tends to brood over past wrongs and be focused on the good times that have been instead of looking to the future. This is connected to his odd sense of loyalty, and his notion that he may betray the people he knew in the past by making new connections in the future. He is very much a person who goes through his life with his guard up. It is easy for him to make casual connections with people, but he very much prefers to be a confidant instead of confiding in other people. While he is happy to fill the role of an older father figure to others, he takes a long while to trust someone enough to tell them much about his past, or to let them see him as anything but the caring, stable father figure. He also takes the fact that he is "old" to heart, often eschewing more pleasant activities in order to be 'the responsible one' and take care of others.

☭ History:
Yvain was born in Quebec, though he is always quite coy about revealing exactly when. The first real historical mark he left on history was as Yvain Blanchard, selling several beaver pelts to traders in a fort in 1864. He continued, as Yvain Blanchard, to make his way across the Canadian and American wilderness, trapping animals and selling the pelts for money, using his powers to alternatively blend in seamlessly with groups or completely avoid them (in the case of Native American groups who would not take too kindly to a Quebecois trapper). He viewed interaction with wholly human societies as a sort of necessary evil, something he didn't enjoy but knew was needed.
In 1893, he came across a homestead connected to a farm when it was on fire; he managed to get inside the small home to rescue its inhabitants - a widow and her three year old daughter. The widow, Rose, a half-Shoshone woman, was largely shunned by the local community because of her fiery spirit and desire to continue running the farm her husband inherited largely by herself with little assistance. She was also, to Yvain, quite beautiful. He fell for her, and fell for her hard. As the wild west was increasingly tamed, Yvain also settled down. General consensus in the small Oregon town was that the Quebecoise trapper and half-Shoshone woman in some sense deserved one another, and although she was suspicious at first, Rose quickly returned Yvain's adoration. They were married in 1896. The next years were what Yvain would describe as the best of his life. He was able to be a member of human society without much, if any, suspicion. He took Rose's daughter Susanne and raised her as his own, and lived peacefully and happily, giving her away at her wedding in 1909 as if he were her own father.
Towards the end of her life, Rose expressed a desire to see the Pacific ocean. Knowing it would be their last great adventure together, Yvain headed off with her, giving the farm to Susanne and spending most of their savings in order to go trail-riding on horses instead of by train or automobile. Although his healing power helped sustain her, he couldn't keep her with him forever - but he did make sure that her last days were happy and relatively pain-free. She was the only one who Yvain has outright told that he is a Terlamaine, and they had known each other for so long that her reaction was to simply laugh and say with a smile that she always knew there was something a bit uncanny about him.

She died in 1953. Although her body was found in a well-constructed yet simple grave, Susanne didn't hear from Yvain again, save for one letter where he told her the location of her mother's grave, how much he loved her, and expressed his sadness at Rose's passing. General consensus was that, much like an old hound-dog, he had gone off to die alone.

Since then, there have only been spotty records of Yvain. Susanne and her children found themselves showered with tiny gifts throughout the year of a practical nature - such as going to find all the firewood already chopped, or a chicken coop repaired during the middle of the night, or even many little repairs done on the house when they went on vacation. As long as Susanne and her children thought of him as a friendly spirit or simply good luck, he stayed. The first time Susanne's son conjectured that it was a Terlamaine doing these things, Yvain quickly left.

He has been drifting from job to job as best he can, going across America. Every time it's much the same pattern: go into a medium-sized town or city, act sheepish to get proper identification under the guise of a stolen wallet, then get a job at the local production plant or lumber mill. Work until someone gets suspicious. Rinse. Repeat. Because of this pattern most other Terlamaines consider him something of an outsider - one who 'fraternizes with the enemy' a bit too much. However, he has finally made his way to living in the same city as the main group of Terlamaines, though he does try to integrate himself into regular human society, working at a local lumber factory and renting a dismally small apartment.

☭ Special Power: Healing - though it is more like the power to either make or break flesh. Just as he can heal wounds, he can also cause them, although he is far more skilled at doing the former than the latter. When trying to injure others, he often gets exhausted easily.

☭ Family: See history. Although he does have some connection to Susanne's children, he knows they are too dangerous to be around.

☭ Crush: None as of yet. Occasionally he sees a girl who reminds him of Rose, but that tends to make him more nostalgic than smitten.

☭ Girlfriend/Boyfriend: He still wears his wedding band. That should tell you how available he considers himself.

[hdmwolf]

(Of course I don't mind. :D
New people are always accepted!
I shall start to work on my post right now)

[hdmwolf]

(Just to tell you guys, previously the whole group of Terlamaines that have grouped together live in an abandoned hotel. It looks very old on the outside, but it's really up to date looking on the inside. That's where they kind of live for now. :3 )

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| Skylor |

The wind whistled loudly from the altitude that I was on as I stared down, gazing at the bustling city. It was about mid day, but the sun was blocked with dark clouds. Everything was dark and cold. People with umbrellas ready in hand in case it rained were running to and fro. Everyone thinking that they were the most important out of all the people, each single person imagining that their destination was above all others. I often had trouble when I tried to find out why humans had been put on earth. To put it bluntly, I hated humans. No, it's not because they are blind to the world and trash it, but because they have tried to hurt us. My kind. They tried to kill us. It's only natural for me to hate them.

The gray day was affecting my mood I guess. It was these days that I liked to be up on the roof. I kind of felt better though when I was up here. I felt closer to the storm, and water was one of my powers. It always comforted me when it rained. As the wind blew harder I shivered and pulled my jacket up to my face. I didn't have any reason to hide though. No one down there would pay attention to the top of a building, and if they did see me, they would just think nothing of it. It was how their brains worked. They didn't have time to notice a teenage girl on the roof. They had to get in like to get lunch at some fast food place. Sorry if I speak so harshly, but it was just the way in the city.

I hoped that the others were doing well. They knew that it was normal for me to come up here, and they would probably come soon to fetch me. Sighing, I cupped my hand in the air and twirled it around, a glob of liquid slowly taking form in my hand. Blowing some of my hair out of my face, I started to twirl the water around in my palm and then extended my hand, the ball floating up in the air, floating, suspended. Then, moving the swirling water over the edge of the building, I let it drop. The water dropped directly next to a man in a business suit who jumped in surprise. Opening up his umbrella, he ran off. The truth was, I never really intended for our race to get stuck like this. To be stuck in a battle against police, no one else knowing about our species, until the war would break out. The war that hadn't happened yet, but would in the future.

The roiling clouds above churned angrily as the wind cut into my face, like it was telling me to get off the roof now, or else it would do it for me, the not-so-nice way. A few drops started to pat against the roof, and I sighed. I knew that I should probably get going. Sliding down the slanted roof, I made my way to the edge, then jumping down from the roof, swinging on the edge, and then catapulting into a dusty old room. What we had rounded up of our kind lived here in this old hotel. I regarded them as my family, which they were. Even if they were second brother twice removed stepfather's uncle's kid or something like that. We all looked out for each other. Walking down some stairs, I stared to walk along the hallway, the hotel room's doors passing me one at a time. This hotel was huge. Perfect for all of us.

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| Kayla |

I watched as my mom carefully measured the salt out into the teaspoon and then poured it into the white bowl with the other ingredients. She had promised to make cookies earlier, and of course, she did. She was the best mom in the whole world. Of course, my dad was at work. He worked at a big company called "Skorsky" or something like that. It worked for helicopters. He always told me that when I turned eight, I would be able to ride in one of the helicopters for a birthday present. It was school vacation for me though so I didn't have to go anywhere today. I jumped eagerly as my mom gave me a spoon so that I could start to stir.
"These are going to be the best cookies ever!" I said happily, and my mom smiled and shook her head.
"There will never be a cookie as good as one kind I know." This kind of made me sad, but then right as my mom saw my sad face, she continued.
"And this cookie is right in front of me with a spoon in her hand." I smiled and hugged her. I know. Even though I'm seven, I still love my mom so much. Other girls at school were acting like they were all grown up, but I knew that I should cherish every moment that I had with my parents, because one day, they wouldn't be there for me. I loved my parents to death, and I knew that I was lucky that I had them. "Now let's let the cookie dough sit." mom said and I hopped off the stool and sat down on the floor.
"What'll we do while we wait?" I asked, and Mom seemed to think for a moment.
"We could go visit our neighbors if you want." but when she said that, I kind of frowned. Our next door neighbors were the Wilsons. They had two kids, a girl and a boy, but all they seemed to care about was the little girl. I would almost never see the son. I had asked my mom about it once, wondering if he had gone to college, but my mom said that he was too young. I never really knew his name either.

"How about not..." I started, looking uncomfortably at the ground. I liked creatures, but their little girl had something about her that made me nervous. It also made me sick to think that they didn't care about their son. At least, that was what I thought. And also, when I went over there, they would ruffle my hair or hug me to death and say "Oh Sarah, you have such a CUTE little girl!" and then I would want to run away. But since my mom told me that running away was impolite, I couldn't.
So we sat on the couch and flicked on the TV as my mom put a movie in. I tried to relax, but the outside noises seemed to linger in my mind for some reason. They seemed louder than normal. And just for a moment, I somehow felt unsure about things.

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| Sam |

It was a pretty normal day for me, despite the fact that there was a storm. My parents had gone out with Isabelle to some kind of swimming class, so the whole house was free for me to wander. I never had any restrictions. I could get stone drunk, or I could get killed and my parents wouldn't even blink an eye at my funeral. It just happened to be like that. Walking down the dark hallways of my house, I came into the living room. I was almost never allowed in here, since they were always in here. Well, scratch that. Not allowed, but I almost never came in here. I liked to avoid my family as much as possible, and if I confronted them, nothing would really happen. They'd just... Ignore me. It's like they were trying to shut me out of their lives, and they were hoping that sooner or later I would just get it and leave them, going out to live by myself. I went to school, but they didn't know that they were paying for it. They had stopped my education a long time ago, but I had somehow managed to start it up again by signing a contract that had come in the mail with my parent's forged signatures.

Besides, they wouldn't care. Then I moved to the door and out into the cold air. It was starting to rain, and the day was very dreary, but I felt good when it was windy. It was fun when the wind pushed around my hair and got it in my face. The wind was the only thing that would even push against my face. Believe it or not... But I haven't really had human contact (not seeing contact, but contact with the skin) in a year. The only time I had contact with other people I didn't even know was when they smashed their shoulders against mine when they were in a hurry to get down the street. It's kind of weird. I stared to get out onto the sidewalk, my yard a tiny strip of grass in the front since we lived in a city. I usually went to the park to run around and exercise. With that, I headed along the pavement, heading nowhere in particular.

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(Urgh. It was hard to write Kayla's post because I've never really played a sweet little girl before. All of my characters have been teenagers. I also got lazy because I'm just starting to get the creative flow. I feel like I'm breaking out of writers block since I haven't been in active RPs that much. I'm excited though! :D)

[SnowFlies]

(( Aww bum, I have to go now, but I'll post when I can which hopefully will be later today >.< Your intros are really good by the way ))

[Harpalyce]

((Let me know if Yvain is OK as far as characters go. I'll be writing my posts in third-person, if that's all right. I want to make sure he's acceptable before I get started typing up a post.))

[hdmwolf]

(Of course Yvain's accepted :3
I'll get updating the front page right now.

Thanks Time :D
At first I wondered who you were when you first changed your name.
Then I found out it was you. xD
Should I call you Time, or would it be okay if I called you Snow still?)

[Harpalyce]

((Just kind of a set-up post. Soon Yvain will show up at the abandoned hotel.))

"Yeah... animals, aren't they? Hope the police round 'em all up and shoot 'em soon. Whadd'ya think, Yvain?"

"Hmn?"

"Was talkin' to you, Frenchie," one of the other men teased, giving Yvain a light punch in the arm. It was the last break before the end of his shift - early, this time, since he was working swing shift, going where needed.

"I think you mean Canuck, not Frenchie," Yvain said with a small smile, taking a sip of his coffee from its styrofoam cup. "Don't mind me. I'm just tired. Worked last night fixing a neighbor's water heater." The other man nodded and the conversation moved on. As he drained his cup and topped it up from the pot of coffee made sometime that morning, he let the conversation wash over him. It would be a relief to get home. Well, perhaps not 'home' - the store, then the old abandoned hotel. He had been leaving packages of supplies there for several weeks, slipping into the hotel lobby and then slipping back out. But three days from now, he would have to give notice to his landlord whether he was staying or going from his tiny, miserable apartment. It was admittedly quite appealing. Without the cost of rent, he could stop living off of tinned tuna and ramen noodles and still have enough to provide food for whoever else was at the abandoned hotel...

Another punch on the arm. "Hey, either drink that coffee or put it down," the foreman said gruffly. "Break's over."

"Of course, sir." He quickly drained the rest of the sludgy coffee, gave his boss a smile, and tossed the styrofoam cup into the trash on his way out. One more hour, and then he could be done...

[hdmwolf]

(I'll just do Skylor for now.)

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| Skylor |

The hotel had an elevator, that surprisingly still worked. It had been shut down after the hotel closed, but us, being Terlamaines who had a knack for picking locks, eventually got into the shaft system, and had been able to restart it again. Even though it's running, it's still as rickety as can be. I usually preferred the stairs. As I had explained once, I said "Elevators are for lazy people." My hotel room that I normally slept in was a large suit on the sixth floor (This hotel is huge as I said before. It used to be very popular but then when it closed down for no apparent reason, it was left open.) I love heights, which is another reason why I spend a lot of my thinking time on the roof. All of the new keys for each of the room had been left in a huge filing cabinet. We could have been able to break in if we wanted to, but we tried the most civilized way and used the cards instead. I stopped walking down the hall and stood in front of the room "647" and placed the key in the slot, then pulling it out. The light flashed green and I walked in.

We had managed to get everything up and running again. From the outside it looks like the inside would be falling apart. On the inside, it was beautiful like it was even better than before. The heaters were running for winter, the air conditions for summer. The water was still working too. I didn't really need the kitchen in the suit though as we had a huge kitchen downstairs. The suit had a kitchen right to your left when you walked in, if you walked in more, a small room with a few bunk beds, then a large area to rest with a couch and table. The kitchen was raised up and there was a counter top with tall chairs, and then past the kitchen was a master bedroom to the right, then a bathroom to the left, and a counter with a mirror in the middle.

Each of us had been able to pick our own rooms. I liked the space of the suit, so I had chosen it. I never really liked small, contained spaces. Breathing in deeply, I looked around. It was a quiet day since everyone had a few days off from training. It was these days that made me kind of bored, but especially when the others were quiet. It helped when I had some distraction to take my mind off of the police. Turning on the faucet for a moment, I drew water from it. I could just conjure up water out of thin air, but it sometimes took a bit of my energy away. I was already tired enough, so I used what I could. Playing with it, I sat there in the silence.

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(I wish some others were on. Then Skylor would have something to do xD )

[SnowFlies]

(( XD and there was me playing hide and seek >.<
I don't mind, time or snow , either would do me fine ^-^ ))

.:*Roxy*:.

I knew I was being paranoid, constantly looking around the lobby to see if anyone was coming around the corner. Well, it wasn't my fault that the light switch had came off the wall. Okay, maybe it was, but at least I was trying to screw it back on with my screwdriver. Taking things apart and putting it back together again was actually rather common for me, although usually the putting back together didn't always work. Partly why my screwdriver had always ended up being taken off me, luckily I had managed to find it. The only problem was that if one of the older ones saw me with it, I was probably going to be thrown into the deep end and have my tool taken off me, again. That too, was also common.

It wasn't long before the light switch looked at it did before, being attached to the wall in it's rightful place instead of hanging there by various wires. This time the reason I took the switch off the wall was because I was interested with the wiring, the last time I tried this I had shut off the power, which in my defence was an accident.

I began to walk out of the lobby, trying to figure out where I could hide my beloved tool that many didn't want me to have. My jeans pockets were a no, the screwdriver would dig into me one way or another and I would be walking awkwardly. Hiding it in my sneake were also a no, I would still be walking awkwardly. In the end I settled of hiding it up my jacket sleeve, I just had to make sure I didn't wave my arms around or hope no one would notice a "lump" in my sleeve.

Soon enough I found myself in a hall, one I usually walked down quite often because of the person who had their room on this floor. Reaching her door, I knocked hoping she was there "Hey Sky, it's me." I had always liked Skylor, I never really knew why. But what I did know was that she enjoyed training others, and because I was hopeless at any form of fighting and usually ended up on the floor one way or another, why not kick in another session?