So, I'm gonna leave some new characters here, and some old ones .w.;
NEW:
Name: Paris Reed
Type: ???
Age: 19
Gender: Unspecified, no one seems to know. Not even Glinn, usually called either gender, or Ze/Zim/Zir. Often just called he for simplicity.
Bio: Paris was originally supposed to be in the maternity ward with the other 17 babies, but instead, "he" was in with his mother. Glinn had barely affected Paris,though before she left, she felt the need for quick fun when he was brought in by a nurse. But due to time being an issue, it messed up, and Glinn left, not caring for the failure. At first it seemed as if nothing was wrong with him, until his skin turned a light blue, and the nurses thought he was dead, as his pulse was odd. Every heart beat caused a spasm, almost, and it was hard to tell if the baby was well. The nurses told the mother that the baby was suffering odd symptoms they never saw, and took him in to a higher hospital for testing. It was also odd to tell in appearance what gender he was, even with him naked. His genitals were not male,female, or even hermaphroditic. But he had them.
As he grew up, his "condition" got worse, and the hospital could not even point to what it was. He twitched, and spasmed constantly, code like "data" rubbing off in light blue auras everytime it happened. It was almost as if he was a glitch. Luckily, the hospital found that seizure medicine helped him, and after a few months of testing ,they sent him out to the real world at 19 with a wrist band so he could find the hospital again if he needed it. The first thing he wanted to do was see his parents, though the hospital warned that the weren't around anymore. while not growing aroun a lot of people, Paris was really intelligent, and knew death well. Disheartened, he stayed in a hospital funded appartment, often in the dark as he caused everything electiral to short out and break. He blocked all cell singals around him, caused telvisions to show only static, blocked radio signal, and caused cars and even planes to stop dead in their tracks. The only things he could be around electrical was the back up generators at the hospital. It was hard for him to be able to do anything in this moderen world, and he often liked to go outside on long walks to places not bothered by civilization. He was often called a nuisance, and a failure. The hospital was the only thing there for him. When Glinn kidnapped the rest of them, she forgot that Paris had been there, and while the others were taken, he was spared.
Personality: Paris is very mild, and uneducated when it comes to electronics, though very intelligent with everything else. He knows HOW electronics work, though he's never been able to use them. When he spasms, his personality jumbles for up to 30 seconds afterwards.
Name: Geold Swan, he believes sirnames are that of original species, and often gets appalled when no one’s last name is “human”
Age: Around 17
Bio: Geold used to feel empathy for every living thing, he was the one swan to avoid eating most creatures in the lake, as he felt he was harming them. And when he saw that the mated pair in the lake threw an egg out for showing bad signs, he took it unto himself to care for the egg, even if it may not hatch. However, to his surprise, it did, but the parents were right, in the eyes of the others, to throw it out. The gosling was born with no hip socket, therefor, no left leg. The others thought it was horrendous, but Geold didn’t care. He was a beautiful gosling in his eyes, and he named him Harvey. The two didn’t leave each other’s side, until the night Geold looks back on most. The catfish in the lake had grown huge, fat and spoiled from visitors throwing bait and bread to help fishing, and they found themselves hungry after the lake resort had closed. The injured gosling, now maybe a few months old, looked especially appetizing. Geold only remembered hearing Harvey’s squeaking, and feeling a pain in his wings as the obese fish slammed against him, causing him to lose his footing where he slept, and fall to the ground. A fall like that generally wouldn’t injure such a bird, though due to certain malnourishments, from lacking to eat meat, he wasn’t the strongest.
When Geold woke, he felt strange, and shocked to see a strange man standing over him with strange lights. He didn’t stay awake long enough to grasp what was happening, blacking out once more.
Waking for good, he realized something was wrong. He could understand the man talking to him, and looking at himself, he saw an almost shared image with him.
It took a lot of explaining to calm him down. The man had seen him injured, and he couldn’t leave any animal like that, not to mention, this man had explained how dreadfully lonely he was. Geold didn’t really care, nor realize that the fact the man could change his species was not normal. He realized Harvey was dead with the events of that night, and slowly, he started to break. He blamed the other swans, not realizing who really did it, and started hating not only his species, but everything. The man who had saved him, and offered him a home at the abandoned resort in which his family had owned at one point, was nothing but a mere acquaintance to him. He started to separate himself from everything. He almost never left his house, except to maybe swim in moments of sheer boredom or depression. Not like he could leave, the man had warned him he couldn’t long ago, not until he perfected whatever he did to Geold. He didn’t really listen. It was nothing to him. He just wanted to be alone.
Personality: Geold is cold, and harsh to most outsiders, bitterly sarcastic and just plain snarky, however, if someone bothers him enough, he does eventually melt, so to say. His bitterness turns into awkwardness, and lack of knowledge of the world, as he had never left the lake. Derex, the man, only visits once a month anymore, and mainly; it’s just to give Geold fresh groceries.
Relationship status: Single, however, in the back of his mind, he’s still waiting for the “life time mate” all Swans find themselves needing. Gender is no issue to him, though he feels Female is more natural, while male is more appealing.
Extras: Harvey is actually still alive, though Geold has never really looked. He finds it too depressing to think of.
He also really wants a family, it being his biggest goal.
Geold eats more fish and seafood now than he did as a swan.
Name: Chivery Harris Smiley
Age: 22
Bio: He was born into the last batch of 7 babies, gifted with mixed abilities. However, he was born normal, all except for his legs not being formed in the womb, leaving him with stumps past his thighs up until he was 13, when his father had decided to teach him metalworking, as he was skilled in the trait he took up as a hobby. Chiverly was a natural; he took to the simple hobby as if it was his life. One day in the garage, he was alone, his father went to get supper, and Chiverly stayed behind because he felt something odd in the metal that day. He continues to meld the pieces, until curiosity took place, and he stopped, grabbing an untouched piece, and concentrating. He went to turn it over, but with his touch, the thick metal piece moved like nothing but a sheet of paper, like it does under the flame. Shocked, he explored on this ability, bending the metal to his will until he felt he was done. For that first experiment, he made the first idea to his self made mechanical legs. He worked for months in secret, improving the idea, and testing it, before making the change permanent, melding them to his flesh. It seemed painful, but it really only hurt as much as a few shots. He knew he was special, though he didn’t find his other ability until later. His parents were shocked when they saw him showing his new legs proudly, his father more proud than he had ever been. His own son did this! He was ecstatic.
The praise Chiverly got only lasted a few more weeks, and he felt a little disappointed, but not too worried, he could walk, and he loved it. But something felt missing. He could walk, but when he saw the birds flying past his window, he felt a pang of envy in his chest. Then his next invention came to mind.
He had moved into a small apartment while attending college for metal working after turning 18, and spent every free night making his cherished new idea. It took months, and many failed tried, but finally, he had made them, a pair of shiny, new steel wings. They wouldn’t seem to work for anyone but him, though that didn’t bother him. He knew how they worked. He figured how to move the joints with his abilities, and he flew as much as he could. He’d often sneak off to places that no one would see him, putting on his gear, and soaring freely until he snapped back into reality and had to go back to the city.
However, soon after his 19th birthday, he had woken up in a cell. The other six gifted babies were there as well, forced to fight eachother until they won their promised freedom. However, it never came. One died, and shortly after, the fights grew old, and the teenagers, including Chiverly were locked up in a secluded area of the ex-prison they woke to months back. They were hidden away, and very neglected, until they’d ever be needed again. Their keepers had an odd sense of humor, keeping the crowd favorites in rooms where their sanity would be challenged, sadly, Chiverly being one of them. He was kept in a dark, empty room, not windows, no lights, and nothing but an array of old, constantly ticking clocks. He was chained with tight leather straps. He had broken them many times while still sane, until he realized it’d never work and gave up. As the years went by, his sanity did to. The sweet, pridefiled whimsical boy he was nothing like what he was not. He had sloppily cut hair, from when his keepers had to cut it when it got too mangy to handle. His hair and eyes had been struck almost colorless from the lack of light he had gotten all those years, though he had been able to see, adapting to see clearly in the darkness of his cell. He had taken up Morse code in his second year of college as an interesting hobby, but now, he uses it as his only form of communication. His speech only consists of clicking, or ticking sounds, from the years of solitude with nothing but clocks. He also taps his wings, and fingers against the wall in the code to speak as well.
Brucie:
I lost her bio, but Brucie is a "dame" from the 40's, born in 1928, and went missing in 1948. She basically goes with Dannie's Timelord OC, but if need be, I will find a reason for why she is here in other rps. She talks with very old fashion lingo, and gets excited over little things she finds futuristic. She is also missing a leg, from when she served as a nurse during WWII. She's very proud of herself, and doesn't usually back down from things like the girly stereo type.
Melody:
I lost her bio too, but she's a massive dork. She lives with her two lesbian mothers, though it generally makes her feel looked down upon by society. She loves her mothers, and doesn't seem to mind that she's a "test tube baby", though she gets harassed a lot for it. She's generally not social, and really talks to her cat as a friend. In public, she hides in oversized sweaters to avoid human contact, and when she does talk, she is the epitome of social awkwardness.
Old:
So,you all pretty much know Daniel, formerly "Buddy". He hasn't really changed,except for that he is much calmer now,and a little bit of a dork. He usually doesn't interfere with much, but when he sees something wrong, he knows to stop it, and has the flaw of risking everything for total strangers.
Sam is the creepy, yet somehow lovable owner of the circus full of mutants. He keeps his eyes open, and welcomes those with social and physical.."Issues" with open arms. He has quite a few flaws, though his pride wont let him admit any of them. He's quick to love, and also, quick to anger, and doesn't let people in easily. His trust is an easy thing to break, and terrible to regain.
NEW:
Name: Paris Reed
Type: ???
Age: 19
Gender: Unspecified, no one seems to know. Not even Glinn, usually called either gender, or Ze/Zim/Zir. Often just called he for simplicity.
Bio: Paris was originally supposed to be in the maternity ward with the other 17 babies, but instead, "he" was in with his mother. Glinn had barely affected Paris,though before she left, she felt the need for quick fun when he was brought in by a nurse. But due to time being an issue, it messed up, and Glinn left, not caring for the failure. At first it seemed as if nothing was wrong with him, until his skin turned a light blue, and the nurses thought he was dead, as his pulse was odd. Every heart beat caused a spasm, almost, and it was hard to tell if the baby was well. The nurses told the mother that the baby was suffering odd symptoms they never saw, and took him in to a higher hospital for testing. It was also odd to tell in appearance what gender he was, even with him naked. His genitals were not male,female, or even hermaphroditic. But he had them.
As he grew up, his "condition" got worse, and the hospital could not even point to what it was. He twitched, and spasmed constantly, code like "data" rubbing off in light blue auras everytime it happened. It was almost as if he was a glitch. Luckily, the hospital found that seizure medicine helped him, and after a few months of testing ,they sent him out to the real world at 19 with a wrist band so he could find the hospital again if he needed it. The first thing he wanted to do was see his parents, though the hospital warned that the weren't around anymore. while not growing aroun a lot of people, Paris was really intelligent, and knew death well. Disheartened, he stayed in a hospital funded appartment, often in the dark as he caused everything electiral to short out and break. He blocked all cell singals around him, caused telvisions to show only static, blocked radio signal, and caused cars and even planes to stop dead in their tracks. The only things he could be around electrical was the back up generators at the hospital. It was hard for him to be able to do anything in this moderen world, and he often liked to go outside on long walks to places not bothered by civilization. He was often called a nuisance, and a failure. The hospital was the only thing there for him. When Glinn kidnapped the rest of them, she forgot that Paris had been there, and while the others were taken, he was spared.
Personality: Paris is very mild, and uneducated when it comes to electronics, though very intelligent with everything else. He knows HOW electronics work, though he's never been able to use them. When he spasms, his personality jumbles for up to 30 seconds afterwards.
Name: Geold Swan, he believes sirnames are that of original species, and often gets appalled when no one’s last name is “human”
Age: Around 17
Bio: Geold used to feel empathy for every living thing, he was the one swan to avoid eating most creatures in the lake, as he felt he was harming them. And when he saw that the mated pair in the lake threw an egg out for showing bad signs, he took it unto himself to care for the egg, even if it may not hatch. However, to his surprise, it did, but the parents were right, in the eyes of the others, to throw it out. The gosling was born with no hip socket, therefor, no left leg. The others thought it was horrendous, but Geold didn’t care. He was a beautiful gosling in his eyes, and he named him Harvey. The two didn’t leave each other’s side, until the night Geold looks back on most. The catfish in the lake had grown huge, fat and spoiled from visitors throwing bait and bread to help fishing, and they found themselves hungry after the lake resort had closed. The injured gosling, now maybe a few months old, looked especially appetizing. Geold only remembered hearing Harvey’s squeaking, and feeling a pain in his wings as the obese fish slammed against him, causing him to lose his footing where he slept, and fall to the ground. A fall like that generally wouldn’t injure such a bird, though due to certain malnourishments, from lacking to eat meat, he wasn’t the strongest.
When Geold woke, he felt strange, and shocked to see a strange man standing over him with strange lights. He didn’t stay awake long enough to grasp what was happening, blacking out once more.
Waking for good, he realized something was wrong. He could understand the man talking to him, and looking at himself, he saw an almost shared image with him.
It took a lot of explaining to calm him down. The man had seen him injured, and he couldn’t leave any animal like that, not to mention, this man had explained how dreadfully lonely he was. Geold didn’t really care, nor realize that the fact the man could change his species was not normal. He realized Harvey was dead with the events of that night, and slowly, he started to break. He blamed the other swans, not realizing who really did it, and started hating not only his species, but everything. The man who had saved him, and offered him a home at the abandoned resort in which his family had owned at one point, was nothing but a mere acquaintance to him. He started to separate himself from everything. He almost never left his house, except to maybe swim in moments of sheer boredom or depression. Not like he could leave, the man had warned him he couldn’t long ago, not until he perfected whatever he did to Geold. He didn’t really listen. It was nothing to him. He just wanted to be alone.
Personality: Geold is cold, and harsh to most outsiders, bitterly sarcastic and just plain snarky, however, if someone bothers him enough, he does eventually melt, so to say. His bitterness turns into awkwardness, and lack of knowledge of the world, as he had never left the lake. Derex, the man, only visits once a month anymore, and mainly; it’s just to give Geold fresh groceries.
Relationship status: Single, however, in the back of his mind, he’s still waiting for the “life time mate” all Swans find themselves needing. Gender is no issue to him, though he feels Female is more natural, while male is more appealing.
Extras: Harvey is actually still alive, though Geold has never really looked. He finds it too depressing to think of.
He also really wants a family, it being his biggest goal.
Geold eats more fish and seafood now than he did as a swan.
Name: Chivery Harris Smiley
Age: 22
Bio: He was born into the last batch of 7 babies, gifted with mixed abilities. However, he was born normal, all except for his legs not being formed in the womb, leaving him with stumps past his thighs up until he was 13, when his father had decided to teach him metalworking, as he was skilled in the trait he took up as a hobby. Chiverly was a natural; he took to the simple hobby as if it was his life. One day in the garage, he was alone, his father went to get supper, and Chiverly stayed behind because he felt something odd in the metal that day. He continues to meld the pieces, until curiosity took place, and he stopped, grabbing an untouched piece, and concentrating. He went to turn it over, but with his touch, the thick metal piece moved like nothing but a sheet of paper, like it does under the flame. Shocked, he explored on this ability, bending the metal to his will until he felt he was done. For that first experiment, he made the first idea to his self made mechanical legs. He worked for months in secret, improving the idea, and testing it, before making the change permanent, melding them to his flesh. It seemed painful, but it really only hurt as much as a few shots. He knew he was special, though he didn’t find his other ability until later. His parents were shocked when they saw him showing his new legs proudly, his father more proud than he had ever been. His own son did this! He was ecstatic.
The praise Chiverly got only lasted a few more weeks, and he felt a little disappointed, but not too worried, he could walk, and he loved it. But something felt missing. He could walk, but when he saw the birds flying past his window, he felt a pang of envy in his chest. Then his next invention came to mind.
He had moved into a small apartment while attending college for metal working after turning 18, and spent every free night making his cherished new idea. It took months, and many failed tried, but finally, he had made them, a pair of shiny, new steel wings. They wouldn’t seem to work for anyone but him, though that didn’t bother him. He knew how they worked. He figured how to move the joints with his abilities, and he flew as much as he could. He’d often sneak off to places that no one would see him, putting on his gear, and soaring freely until he snapped back into reality and had to go back to the city.
However, soon after his 19th birthday, he had woken up in a cell. The other six gifted babies were there as well, forced to fight eachother until they won their promised freedom. However, it never came. One died, and shortly after, the fights grew old, and the teenagers, including Chiverly were locked up in a secluded area of the ex-prison they woke to months back. They were hidden away, and very neglected, until they’d ever be needed again. Their keepers had an odd sense of humor, keeping the crowd favorites in rooms where their sanity would be challenged, sadly, Chiverly being one of them. He was kept in a dark, empty room, not windows, no lights, and nothing but an array of old, constantly ticking clocks. He was chained with tight leather straps. He had broken them many times while still sane, until he realized it’d never work and gave up. As the years went by, his sanity did to. The sweet, pridefiled whimsical boy he was nothing like what he was not. He had sloppily cut hair, from when his keepers had to cut it when it got too mangy to handle. His hair and eyes had been struck almost colorless from the lack of light he had gotten all those years, though he had been able to see, adapting to see clearly in the darkness of his cell. He had taken up Morse code in his second year of college as an interesting hobby, but now, he uses it as his only form of communication. His speech only consists of clicking, or ticking sounds, from the years of solitude with nothing but clocks. He also taps his wings, and fingers against the wall in the code to speak as well.
Brucie:
I lost her bio, but Brucie is a "dame" from the 40's, born in 1928, and went missing in 1948. She basically goes with Dannie's Timelord OC, but if need be, I will find a reason for why she is here in other rps. She talks with very old fashion lingo, and gets excited over little things she finds futuristic. She is also missing a leg, from when she served as a nurse during WWII. She's very proud of herself, and doesn't usually back down from things like the girly stereo type.
Melody:
I lost her bio too, but she's a massive dork. She lives with her two lesbian mothers, though it generally makes her feel looked down upon by society. She loves her mothers, and doesn't seem to mind that she's a "test tube baby", though she gets harassed a lot for it. She's generally not social, and really talks to her cat as a friend. In public, she hides in oversized sweaters to avoid human contact, and when she does talk, she is the epitome of social awkwardness.
Old:
So,you all pretty much know Daniel, formerly "Buddy". He hasn't really changed,except for that he is much calmer now,and a little bit of a dork. He usually doesn't interfere with much, but when he sees something wrong, he knows to stop it, and has the flaw of risking everything for total strangers.
Sam is the creepy, yet somehow lovable owner of the circus full of mutants. He keeps his eyes open, and welcomes those with social and physical.."Issues" with open arms. He has quite a few flaws, though his pride wont let him admit any of them. He's quick to love, and also, quick to anger, and doesn't let people in easily. His trust is an easy thing to break, and terrible to regain.