by Fallen on Wed Jan 27, 2010 10:11 pm
A motionless figure stood engulfed by shadows in the night. All that could be seen was the dress in which flowed freely with the slight breeze which accompanied the night, and the figure's hair which blew wildly in the wind. It was not strange for this person to be out right now, this person, who in fact stood at the top of the Titan's tower every night. There were several exceptions however, when this figure would sit at the edge of the tower, feet dangling. What was strange was from a distance one would think this person a statue. This person was Illia.
She wasn't out because she was enjoying the night, or even looking for some sort of danger, nor looking at the view. The rooftop was away from people, it was silent, and it was still. Often times the same things were on her mind, she would dwell on certain past experiences, ones that defined her till this day. It was a shame she would not be seen from the rooftops in the darkness, she was quite beautiful. She wore a white dress, which hugged her figure but was loosely fitted at the bottom. It was simple, with various ruffles here and there but no patterns or colors. She was barefoot, she always was, and on her hands and feet were broken shackles. Often times she tried to pass them off as bracelets. She was pale, not of poor health or lack of sun but just pale, which her dark brown eyes which had a tint of red and hair that mimicked that same tint seemed to stand out. Her eyes in general were beautiful, she had long eyelashes, longer than the average person, but she really didn't realize this herself. One thing about her was that she lacked the ability to connect emotions externally. She lacked any facial expressions, always appearing dazed, bored, or serious. People tended to make what they wanted of her one reoccuring expression. There was only one way to read her and people looked over this time and time again.
Illia didn't exactly feel at home here, with the Titans. They had let her stay when she was found wandering the streets and as her powers were discovered they thought maybe she would fit or be helpful here. The truth was she had nowhere to go and no people to rely on. She wasn't a self proclaimed hero, but she wasn't a villain and she assumed herself a good person so she accepted their offer. Still, sometimes she believed she didn't belong, but for sometime now since the incident, nothing felt right, she herself didn't even feel right. Everytime she thought about it she would just stress and confuse herself.
Finally, she stopped with her nostalgic thoughts and focused on the city beneath her, there were lights on, even at this time of night. People were always active at this time, but so were those who were a danger to them. Unlike many of the Titans she didn't actively look for danger, but that didn't mean she didn't act when something happened. Illia lifted her right hand as what looked like some sort of feather blew towards her, she caught it, and blew it gently back watching it slowly sway downwards. Having spent much time up here, she momentarily closed her eyes, and phased through the roof of the building, landing on the floor below.
Having been used to being barefoot, the landing didn't phase her. She had landed in the middle of the loundge, and as she looked around she saw he who went by the name of Soki. He was by the television, looking pleased about something. As she looked at him she saw his aura, nothing negative eminated from his aura which was good. She saw too many people with dark auras, it tended to make her nausious sometimes. Not really one for chit chat, Illia walked to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, basically the only thing she drank and proceeded to the middle of the room, somewhat behined Soki, in what would look like an observation position.
