℉aḯґƴ taḯl (Excepting)

[exixst]

Username:
.BurntPickle
Name:
.Rival Ashton
Gender:
.Male
Age::
.Seventeen
Picture: (I don't like using pictures. Sorry!)
.Rival has filled out quite well over the past year or so. His chest has broadened, and his proportions have settled, making him look less like a funky teen, and more like a mature young man. He has a fairly attractive face, which is quite new from the dorky, baby-face that he had up until he was fifteen. His jaw bone has really become prominent, and his cheekbones have been given the same fate.
He has a pair of dark colored, deep set blue eyes that can challenge the color of an ocean nightfall, with his eyes being such an indigo color. He has long, dark lashes that frame these large eyes of his, but his natural hair color isn't black. In fact, his hair is a silver color, and falls in disheveled ways similar to the bed-head style that he just wakes up with. The only time his hair cooperates and lays flat is when its wet, honestly.
Rival is quite tall, and has just recently edges past the six-foot mark. Although he was a late-bloomer when it comes to growing, he's caught up almost completely. He's mostly stopped growing, and is started to like his appearance compared to what he had. He's fairly proud of his toned arms and abdominal, and isn't going to complain about his athletic body type. He has a fairly average frame, and may actually seem a little too tall for his size.
He normally wears a dark grey t-shirt that fits well around his shoulders and chest, and a pair of black colored jeans that are comfortably snug around the waist.
Personality:
.Rival is quite the typical guy. He's a lot like a normal teenager; he's lazy, sarcastic, and can be quite social. He sleeps a lot, eats a ton, and has an undeniable attachment to his music. Much of his time is spent with his headphones plugged in, drowning out the rest of the world's problems. He listens to screamo and rock music - like Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, and Papa Roach- and blasts it as loud as he can, which has resulted in the constant dull ringing in his ears, called Tinnitus, that can be incredibly annoying in quiet rooms. However, that hasn't stopped him from turning it up until the people next to him can hear every word.
Rival has quite a mouth. He says everything from playful little flirtatious comments to grouchy, annoyed remarks. His mood fluctuates, just like a normal guy, but for the most part, he's fairly kind, and doesn't mean much harm in the sarcastic words that he often says. For the most part, he doesn't mean much harm with his words, but when he gets into his dead-serious mode, then his words will be formed into cruel insults that slip off his tongue like a fluent second language.
He doesn't become serious all that often. Even in fights he'll be his sarcastic, confident self who thinks that nobody can touch him. It's only until the situation is dangerous enough that lives are in danger will be become serious. When he is, he becomes violent. Not evil, bloodthirsty violent, but he's cruel enough that he'll shed as much blood as necessary, and will sometimes overdo it just to make sure that his opponent won't try anything again. He doesn't care about injuries, even his own, unless they're life-threatening.
Likes/Friends:
.Rival doesn't have anyone who he'll consider his 'friend' yet, but he's able to get along with just about anyone.
.He likes lemonade (a lot, for whatever reason), and unhealthy foods - and its a miracle his metabolism can keep up with him. He likes to win at just about anything, and loves to eat just about anything edible, except for overly dry foods. He absolutely loves sour things, like Warheads, and spicy foods are up there with his favorites, too. The boy loves to run around and cause harmless mischief. And music, he loves his music. You take that away from him, and he'll try to take your life. Rival likes to sleep, too, and will take a nap just about anywhere. He'll even sleep on the ground if he wants to.
Dislikes/Enemies:
.Rival doesn't have many enemies, except for people who bother him too much, and then he'll have a distaste towards them. Though, Rival only holds strong grudges against those who have either betrayed him or have tried to kill him.
.He doesn't like to eat anything dry, as said above, and really hates being woken up in the middle of the night or during a nice nap. He doesn't like people with no sense of humor, and that goes the same for people who are too sensitive to his jokes. He hates people who mess with his music and people who criticize him. Being sleep deprived isn't his favorite thing to do, either. And being hungry really bothers him, too.
Magic type and how it works:
.Rival's magic type is an extremely powerful form of Telekinesis. His range is about fifty feet in diameter, and by motioning with his right hand, he can move just about anything that isn't alive or too heavy. He can lift large and cumbersome objects as long as they aren't super heavy, and can put a huge amount of pressure to his movements, able to basically 'throw' them. He can't move anything living, so plants, animals, and humans are off limits, and also has a lot of trouble moving liquids. Gasses are impossible for him. However, he can do a lot of everything else.
Fear/Physical weakness:
.Rival's biggest weakness is his fear of falling from great heights. He can't stand the idea of possibly slipping off a ledge and plummeting to his death. Of all ways to die, that's the one on the bottom of his list. He's also completely defenseless power-wise if he can't move his right hand.
Secrets:
.None, really. He hasn't told many people about the death of his brother, but it's not something that he won't admit if asked nicely.
Crush:
.Nope.
Past:
.Rival was born into a poor family who couldn't support a child. His parents tried their hardest, with his mother and father both working two jobs, but it really wasn't good for the young boy. Luckily he had an older brother who was too young to work, and he served as Rival's caretaker. His older brother, Lucas, was really the only person that Rival learned to trust. And so when Rival first discovered his power, which he hadn't known about, Lucas was the first the hear about it. Surprisingly, his brother could do the exact same thing, and had taught himself. It explained how the short boy was always able to somehow get things off of the top shelf. However, he was told that his parents weren't wizards, and so that left a lot of unanswered questions that Rival is still curious about.
Lucas was the one to teach him everything he knew. The brother wasn't much more experienced that Rival was, and so this ended up being a learning process for them both. But it had worked, and soon they'd learned to become extremely powerful in their Telekinesis.
At age fifteen, Lucas was killed. They'd been practicing, and the five-year-old Rival was there to witness Lucas getting himself smashed by a rock they had been practicing with by lifting it over their heads for the longest that they could go. It hadn't been much bigger than their skulls, but at the angle it was at, a sharp edge of the rock had made a deep blow into the boy's cranium, and it'd killed him within ten minutes. His parents hadn't even gotten home until seven hours afterwards, to find the little Rival cradling his brother.
Rival joined Fairy Tail after that, knowing that it was reputable for its strong magic users. He wanted to continue to grow stronger, and felt that Lucas would want the same, even if he couldn't be there beside him to do that. Rival was accepted and welcomed by all, and received the mark of Fairy Tail on his right shoulder blade in a the same indigo color that matched his hair. Ever since then, Rival has been there, growing up with the others.
Anything else?:
.Nope.

[Novachure]

Username:
.BurntPickle
Name:
.Rival Ashton
Gender:
.Male
Age::
.Seventeen
Picture: (I don't like using pictures. Sorry!)
.Rival has filled out quite well over the past year or so. His chest has broadened, and his proportions have settled, making him look less like a funky teen, and more like a mature young man. He has a fairly attractive face, which is quite new from the dorky, baby-face that he had up until he was fifteen. His jaw bone has really become prominent, and his cheekbones have been given the same fate.
He has a pair of dark colored, deep set blue eyes that can challenge the color of an ocean nightfall, with his eyes being such an indigo color. He has long, dark lashes that frame these large eyes of his, but his natural hair color isn't black. In fact, his hair is a silver color, and falls in disheveled ways similar to the bed-head style that he just wakes up with. The only time his hair cooperates and lays flat is when its wet, honestly.
Rival is quite tall, and has just recently edges past the six-foot mark. Although he was a late-bloomer when it comes to growing, he's caught up almost completely. He's mostly stopped growing, and is started to like his appearance compared to what he had. He's fairly proud of his toned arms and abdominal, and isn't going to complain about his athletic body type. He has a fairly average frame, and may actually seem a little too tall for his size.
He normally wears a dark grey t-shirt that fits well around his shoulders and chest, and a pair of black colored jeans that are comfortably snug around the waist.
Personality:
.Rival is quite the typical guy. He's a lot like a normal teenager; he's lazy, sarcastic, and can be quite social. He sleeps a lot, eats a ton, and has an undeniable attachment to his music. Much of his time is spent with his headphones plugged in, drowning out the rest of the world's problems. He listens to screamo and rock music - like Metallica, Avenged Sevenfold, and Papa Roach- and blasts it as loud as he can, which has resulted in the constant dull ringing in his ears, called Tinnitus, that can be incredibly annoying in quiet rooms. However, that hasn't stopped him from turning it up until the people next to him can hear every word.
Rival has quite a mouth. He says everything from playful little flirtatious comments to grouchy, annoyed remarks. His mood fluctuates, just like a normal guy, but for the most part, he's fairly kind, and doesn't mean much harm in the sarcastic words that he often says. For the most part, he doesn't mean much harm with his words, but when he gets into his dead-serious mode, then his words will be formed into cruel insults that slip off his tongue like a fluent second language.
He doesn't become serious all that often. Even in fights he'll be his sarcastic, confident self who thinks that nobody can touch him. It's only until the situation is dangerous enough that lives are in danger will be become serious. When he is, he becomes violent. Not evil, bloodthirsty violent, but he's cruel enough that he'll shed as much blood as necessary, and will sometimes overdo it just to make sure that his opponent won't try anything again. He doesn't care about injuries, even his own, unless they're life-threatening.
Likes/Friends:
.Rival doesn't have anyone who he'll consider his 'friend' yet, but he's able to get along with just about anyone.
.He likes lemonade (a lot, for whatever reason), and unhealthy foods - and its a miracle his metabolism can keep up with him. He likes to win at just about anything, and loves to eat just about anything edible, except for overly dry foods. He absolutely loves sour things, like Warheads, and spicy foods are up there with his favorites, too. The boy loves to run around and cause harmless mischief. And music, he loves his music. You take that away from him, and he'll try to take your life. Rival likes to sleep, too, and will take a nap just about anywhere. He'll even sleep on the ground if he wants to.
Dislikes/Enemies:
.Rival doesn't have many enemies, except for people who bother him too much, and then he'll have a distaste towards them. Though, Rival only holds strong grudges against those who have either betrayed him or have tried to kill him.
.He doesn't like to eat anything dry, as said above, and really hates being woken up in the middle of the night or during a nice nap. He doesn't like people with no sense of humor, and that goes the same for people who are too sensitive to his jokes. He hates people who mess with his music and people who criticize him. Being sleep deprived isn't his favorite thing to do, either. And being hungry really bothers him, too.
Magic type and how it works:
.Rival's magic type is an extremely powerful form of Telekinesis. His range is about fifty feet in diameter, and by motioning with his right hand, he can move just about anything that isn't alive or too heavy. He can lift large and cumbersome objects as long as they aren't super heavy, and can put a huge amount of pressure to his movements, able to basically 'throw' them. He can't move anything living, so plants, animals, and humans are off limits, and also has a lot of trouble moving liquids. Gasses are impossible for him. However, he can do a lot of everything else.
Fear/Physical weakness:
.Rival's biggest weakness is his fear of falling from great heights. He can't stand the idea of possibly slipping off a ledge and plummeting to his death. Of all ways to die, that's the one on the bottom of his list. He's also completely defenseless power-wise if he can't move his right hand.
Secrets:
.None, really. He hasn't told many people about the death of his brother, but it's not something that he won't admit if asked nicely.
Crush:
.Nope.
Past:
.Rival was born into a poor family who couldn't support a child. His parents tried their hardest, with his mother and father both working two jobs, but it really wasn't good for the young boy. Luckily he had an older brother who was too young to work, and he served as Rival's caretaker. His older brother, Lucas, was really the only person that Rival learned to trust. And so when Rival first discovered his power, which he hadn't known about, Lucas was the first the hear about it. Surprisingly, his brother could do the exact same thing, and had taught himself. It explained how the short boy was always able to somehow get things off of the top shelf. However, he was told that his parents weren't wizards, and so that left a lot of unanswered questions that Rival is still curious about.
Lucas was the one to teach him everything he knew. The brother wasn't much more experienced that Rival was, and so this ended up being a learning process for them both. But it had worked, and soon they'd learned to become extremely powerful in their Telekinesis.
At age fifteen, Lucas was killed. They'd been practicing, and the five-year-old Rival was there to witness Lucas getting himself smashed by a rock they had been practicing with by lifting it over their heads for the longest that they could go. It hadn't been much bigger than their skulls, but at the angle it was at, a sharp edge of the rock had made a deep blow into the boy's cranium, and it'd killed him within ten minutes. His parents hadn't even gotten home until seven hours afterwards, to find the little Rival cradling his brother.
Rival joined Fairy Tail after that, knowing that it was reputable for its strong magic users. He wanted to continue to grow stronger, and felt that Lucas would want the same, even if he couldn't be there beside him to do that. Rival was accepted and welcomed by all, and received the mark of Fairy Tail on his right shoulder blade in a the same indigo color that matched his hair. Ever since then, Rival has been there, growing up with the others.
Anything else?:
.Nope.

{Excepted}

[exixst]

(Thanks!)

Rival

The boy was sprawled out underneath just a random oak tree, staring up blankly at the flickering leaves. Occasionally one would detach from a branch and flutter down to land beside him, but his indigo eyes wouldn't pay much attention to it. Instead they were unfocused, as his mind was focused on the music that played in his ears. One of his crossed ankles kicked subtly to the strong beat, and his breaths were in time with it, too. With his hands clasped underneath his head, he listened to the same song that he'd heard too many times. Rival needed to purchase himself some new music to listen to, but didn't have the time, nor did he have the money to spare. Between the payments that had to be made for the rent and the huge amount of food that he often bought to satisfy himself, he barely had much left in his pockets. And he was quite lazy, so didn't often take many jobs, and rarely did he take one that paid a lot, because those took a lot of work and energy. And the teen just wasn't too keen on the idea of working.

[seoulja__]

She looked at her nails for no reason and suddenly her hand was grabbed and noticed was half getting dragged by Natsu "GEEZ NO WARNING AT ALL? I COULD HAVE BROKEN A NAIL." she yelled at him

[seoulja__]

(( Bump? o3o ))

[Novachure]

Natsu: He stopped outside of a large, beet'en down, dreary building, sniffing the air once more. "Lucy, get your keys ready." He said seriously.

[seoulja__]

She nodded at Natsu, holding Aries key.

[Novachure]

Natsu: He kicked the door causing it to swing open. In side there were girls, all blonde and all tied up to poles scattered across the walls of the hall. Tables that seated men, every single one as horrifying if not more than Markus was.

[seoulja__]

Lucy stared at all the girls tied and up and slightly hid behind Natsu "Oh god... They look so scary.."

[Novachure]

Natsu: He made one hand into a fist and punched it against hit other hand. "Nothing I can't handle." He remarked boldly. Natsu's fists, now set aflame, formed into an attack. "Fire dragon wing attack!" He announced boldly as he slung his fire across the with of the entire room.