He's pretty laid back, style wise. He likes loose shirts with wide neck-lines and hats just like the one in the picture, to be completely frank. He usually has facial hair though on the rare occasion he'll actually shave. His eyes are an icy, crystal blue, so light that they almost appear to have no pigment at all. Cloudy, heavenless eyes.
Personality:
A flowing creature. His movements are graceful as his personality is open. The thing with Liam, though, is that he symbolizes turbulent waters. The kind of person that is constantly at war with himself and everyone else. He's quick to defend; quick to anger. Like water, he has very little control of what he smothers and what he suffocates. His personality is rather... suffocating to say the least as he goes from one extreme to the next without so much as a second thought.
Liam can overdue things. He may hurt people when he doesn't mean to or he may come across too strongly. He is generally an up and down sort of person, but he is rarely content with anything at all. The only time he is calm is when he is alone, and even then his inner struggles leave the waters unsteady. He is a drifter and does not settle or, quite frankly, does not know how to settle.
History:
Liam always loved water. The way it cooled everything down. The way it could change so quickly. The way it could bring life to all things. The giver. And Liam loved to give. The problem with his giving was that he gave too much. He gave pieces of himself away, expecting the same loyalty and want from the people around him. From his siblings. From his friends. When things didn't work out quite the way he wanted them to, he would fold in on himself and blame the things he could not change. In that, he was turbulent.
As he got older, the naivety of his childhood turned into the anger of his adulthood. This did not stop him from letting people in. He was always quick to give the benefit of the doubt, but when things went sour, his anger would be crushing. And things always went sour. His suffocating personality which drew people in became overbearing and ended up pushing them out just as quickly.
He had been twelve when he first discovered his abilities. He was alone after having had quite a bit of a fight with his younger sister, and ended up storming off to where things were quiet. The place being the family fish pond in the backyard. He sat, running his fingers in the water as he blubbered like a baby. While doing this, though, the water started swirling quite rapidly. Enough so that some of the larger goldfish were getting stuck in the little whirlpools of which he had caused. In this, he knew.
Other:
He's up for love but, like all of his previous relationships, he can be ridiculously suffocating. His need to be there, then to not be there at all. His overbearing personality then his complete disregard. All these things make his relationships rarely work out. That being said, the person he's with needs to be either extremely sturdy, or willing to move great lengths to keep up with this constant unsettling personality.
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
Appearance: He is tall (6ft '1), has long hair and usually wears black or green coloured clothes. He has lost the index finger of his right hand and always keeps a glove on that hand, that lost finger symbolizes weakness in his eyes and he wants no-one to see it.
Personality: He is brash, stubborn and comes across as harsh but fair. At the end of the day he has an aura about him which commands respect, people tend to look towards him as a leader. At times he feels other people just drag him down and this leads to him becoming a lone wolf many times. He has a habit of shutting people off before he can get too close to them.
History (How'd They Discover Their Gift): His father left him and his mother when he was just 11 years old. Since a young age his attitude towards studies and people in general was noticeably poor. He had trouble fitting into school, he had trouble studying as he never thought it was relevant. It was really easy to anger him and when he was 14 years old someone insulted his mother (a single mum joke) at school and his teachers didn't do anything to stop the teasing he got every day. This eventually led to him getting so angry one day that he willed an earthquake that had the school at its epicenter. Ever since then he knew of the power he had, ever since then he thought it was better for him to be a loner, for his sake and for others sake.
Other: He loves playing the flute, it is the one thing that can calm him down.
PrincessOfDarkness wrote:Could you change my character to a Fire please?
Who are you referring to?
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
ReisePiecey wrote:She means she wants Arwen as a Fire Fundamental.
Once all the profiles are posted we will start.
Alright, sounds good!
Suppose for a moment that the heart has two heads, that the heart has been chained and dunked in a glass booth filled with river water. The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. - R.S
The first post will go here in a few minutes, but before that, the rules.
Rules:
-Do not kill of another's character without their permission.
-If you would like to drop out PM me so I can find a way to kill you off. Characters will not just disappear. If you do not post for a while, sort of fade into the back and just stop, then you will be killed off too, but not before I PM you to ask if you have stopped.
-No God-Mode
-No overly profane language. No F-Bombs.
-Don't stray too far from the plot. I'm all for the romance, I think it complicates things in a way that can move the story onward, but don't let that become the main topic.
-If you're not posting as your character keep it in the Discussion Thread.
-Just Have Fun!
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Ever since my fake suicide I’ve been in a weird haze. I’ve only felt this way twice before, once when I found out my mother killed my father, and again when I realized that I killed my mother. The low buzzing in my ears, like static or bees, told me that I was in a daze. If someone was talking, I didn’t hear them. If someone was to touch me, I wouldn’t feel them. If someone was around, I didn’t see them.
The daze made me non-existent. And that was nice at times.
Memories flashed in my eyes of the last day. They came just as they said they would, right on time, and I knew I wasn’t ready but that was no longer my choice to make. They copied my face onto a clone that looked like a mannequin; the only difference was that this mannequin could walk. He was faceless until they let him borrow mine, bloodless until they made me donate. I was silently crying through the whole thing.
We left that same night, I snuck out of my window while my parents sobbed over a body that was not mine. The Service, as they insisted I refer to them as - rather than dirty bastards which I was previously using, a phrase I learned while watching TV one day and though I never used it before it seemed appropriate-, took me away in a strange black car. I was in that car for only a minute or two, or so it seemed, but when I got out again I was eight states away from home. Washington.
They led me away to a huge building which confused me. If they were The Service, and obviously meant to be a secret, why was the building so conspicuous? I walked down many halls and passageways before stopping in front of a conference room. I sat down in a chair and that’s when the buzzing started.
“Oh God…” The buzzing died away and I took a deep breath to stop the tears that were trying to form. Men didn’t cry, at least that’s what I heard. Men are tough.
“Not God, just The Service, but people often make that mistake.” I turned around frantically in my chair, nearly toppling over. Behind me was a woman with dead eyes and a thin mouth. He skin was wrinkled and spotted. She wore a tightly pressed suit and a cap that hid what hair she may or may not have. I looked down to the badge on her chest which simply read “The Informer”.
I’d a lot of questions so I started with the most important.
“Why am I here?” She walked around the long table and sat at the head of it. I stared at her in confusion. My anger at the situation burned away before it could even fully fester and left me with nothing but sadness and wonder.
“That will be explained once the others arrived.” Her voice was monotone and scratchy. The Informer was a scary type of serious.
“The others?”
“Yes,” she said. “The rest of the Fundamentals.”
(Okay, go crazy. Also I will be making another girl if no one takes the spots.)
Appearance:5'11 short brown hair. He is of average body build. His eyes are dark green like a christmas tree and feel warm when you look at them.
Personality: He is the ultimate Bullsh****. While he dose in fact have a silver tongue most of the time he'll just come up with some Bullsh**. Why get into trouble when he could avoid it simple he dose it for laughs. However recently he is finding that making people laugh at his own misfortune is not quite as fulfilling as it once was. Aside from his silver tongue he's a happy type of guy easily content with life an eternal optimist if he starts getting pessimistic you know he's broken. He's rarely angry but when he is, he is.
History: His mother was young, only 17, when she had David. She was top of class and got top marks at everything she did however her love of Davids father meant that she had the child any way. David was a quiet baby and well behaved the same however could not be said for his Brother Daniel. Daniel kept the young mother awake countless nights and her love for his father slowly turned to hate. She hated what she had given up and that hate turned towards the source, or at least what she saw as the source, Davids father. David Father tried to remain calm and collected understanding how she felt but her hate was determined to drive him away. Eventually he caved and left her when David and Daniel were five. Not able to keep up the rent by herself Mother move to her mothers house and stayed they're.
Two years later during one of Daniels many arguments something happened a fire sprung up and consumed the three of them. Daniel, his mother, and the disapproving grandma. David shocked and scared beat at the flames as they flew at him to his surprise they were deflected aside. David, though shocked, managed to will himself to run inside the fireball that had consumed the three family members the argument raged on the fire keeping its distance as well as its heat away from them. Daniel had showed David his control of fire before however after a while of perfect control he had always lost it and that time it was no different.As the argument peaked Daniel lost control and the fire consumed them and the house. Davids mother screamed and David standing out on the lawn realised what had happened. The house was completely ablaze in seconds. As David screamed though a vacuum formed around the house and the fire died away just as quickly as it had begun.
He lived with his father after that he knew he was different he just never knew why.
Other: He quite likes the ladies (obviously, he's a man in his prime after all)
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I walked down the hallways angrily, my fist clenched by my sides. It felt as if my whole body was on fire and I was actually hoping for an "incident" to happen like the norm when I ge this angry. First they tear me away from my family, send me to Washington, and now they send me on this wild expedition through the never ending hallways. There were so many doors, but none of them were labeled Conference Room. Someone was going to pay for this.
I threw my head back and screamed, the sound started as a low growl before transforming into a high pitched sound of rage. I turned and punched the wall closet to me, my hand already white hot. My fist passed into the wall slightly, up to my wrist, and I pulled it back.
I didn't know how or why stuff like that happened to me, but that didn't stop me from wondering. So far the fire, as I like to call it, only comes out when I'm angry or concentrating very hard. I've learned to control it now, at least a little bit at least.
I stormed down the hall angrily for another minute before I found my room. I wasted no time in throwing open the door, nearly pulling it off its hinges.
"What the hell is going on," I shouted. My chest heaved from anger and I was literally seeing everything in tints of red. A lady stood smoothly at my outburst and she had a look that made me want to hit her but I didn't.
"You must be the female Fire Fundamental we're expecting. Take a seat next, Elijah, the conference will begin once everyone has arrived."
I took a few angry steps forward and slammed my hands down on the end of the huge table.
"How do you know my name? Never mind, where the hell am I?"
"That will be explained once everyone has gathered."
Something inside of me snapped and I charged towards the old lady with my fist raised and an agonized scream tearing through my throat. So what if she'd probably break a bone from tripping on her shoestrings, that didn't matter to me. All my brain could process was my anger. She didn't move as I charged forward and that made me angrier somehow, her expression didn't change. Once I was close enough I went to punch her, the flames around my fist that I didn't notice before reaching out towards her wrinkled face.
I was inches away from instant anger release when she caught my fist in her hand, the flames died out instantly, leaving me cold and uncomfortable.
"Please have a seat, Miss Elijah," she droned blandly. I jerked my hand away from her and was greeted with the return of my warmth, not fire. I turned away from her after a few well placed swears and sat down in the seat furthest away from the wrinkled woman.
There was a boy there that I didn't notice before. He had his eyes downcast at the table in a way I knew that he knew I was watching him. I glared at him for ignoring me until he looked up with polite eyes and a small frown.
"You tried to hit that old lady," he said. I knew it wasn't a questioned but I huffed and answered anyway.
"Yeah."
"Let's try not to do that anymore." I glared harder and he smiled softly. "I'm Antony."
"If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed, then we should feed our jewelry to the sea. For diamonds do appear to be just like broken glass to me." Northern Downpour
Walking down the halls, I glanced lazily at the number on the doors. After waking up in my guest room after The Service took me from my home and knocked me out, I took a shower and explored the room. I placed the photograph of my family on my dresser. The Service didn't know it, but I had smuggled another precious thing with me: the wedding rings of my grandparents. They were given to me after my grandparents died.
After sitting up my room, I found a letter on my dresser telling me to go to thd Conference room. Now, I was wandering the hallways, looking for the room.
A scream had me turning right and heading towards the sound. I had a feeling that was the way of the Conference room, seeing as I'd be screaming too.
Walking in the room, I saw a creepy-looking woman, a boy, and a.. girl. A stunning girl. She looked up and met my eyes.
"Hi." I said, sitting beside her.
“I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then." - Lewis Carroll
As I walked down the halls of some place I don't know, images of what happened before popped into my head. Me crying, as I watched them conduct my fake suicide. I start thinking that no one wouldn't really care. My parents are probably having their own lives, since I'm always left alone, and my ex probably will be cheering in joy.
I carefully touch my cheek and examine my fingers to find black stains. Great. Now I'm going to enter a room full of people I don't know and look this presentable. I try to stop crying as they lead me to the Conference Hall. A woman looked up with a serious face.
"Hm. You might be the Air Fundamental. We've been expecting you," she said. I couldn't say anything so I just nodded and took a seat beside another boy.
I was still crying my eyes out, so I buried my face in my hands. Not only was I crying about that suicide, but I was crying about how I won't be able to see them anymore.
