We Are The Dimoni

We Are The Dimoni

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The Dimoni are people born with supernatural abilities and those who posses the powers of the elements. After their kind was killed, only eight remain, and those special eight have all found each other again.

1,245 readers have visited We Are The Dimoni since Dumisa created it.

Copyright: The creator of this roleplay has attributed some or all of its content to the following sources:

amelia's first three installment of dancing with demons. :)

Introduction

Disclaimer: I thank Amelia for giving me the opportunity to reboot one of her roleplays. I've always enjoyed this roleplay and was sad every single time it ended so I hope to do Amelia's roleplay justice. I do not own any rights to the roleplay as Amelia has full creative credit. :)

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"Some people are born of this world, but not born among the same blood of it's inhabitants. There are vast amounts of different cultures and traditions upon this earth yet one unlike many of the others roams the land; We call ourselves the Dimoni people. Our people are divided by two separate beings, one being our Espirit, which are most like the regular human species that takes up the mass majority of the land, and the second being The Aerea, which can only be described as demons among other things. The Espirit are born from the pure blood of their mother and father and hold certain powers that control the elements of the world; earth, wind, water, and fire. The Espirit are those who keep the nature of the planet they call home in balance. The other half, The Aerea, are those born from two parents of Aerea blood, or an Espirit and an Aerea. The Aerea hold certain powers of their own and they vary from almost anything at all, but there is only so much in their limits they can do."

But that's not all that is different with the Dimoni. From birth, the soul of an Espirit connects with an Aerea, and they become two halves of a whole, one finding it impossible to live without the other. The Aerea are there to protect their Espirit above all else, and act as a guide along the path of there life. Some of them marry, some hold a professional account, but in every case a friendship bonds that can never be unbroken. One cannot live without the other, and their powers are only strong when together. These bonds can range from female and male bonds, male and male bonds, or female and female bonds.

It has been this way for centuries. Until the unwritten war of Mankind and Dimoni kind went up in flame.

Twelve years ago, the governments found out about our kind after an unfortunate incident with an Aerea that shall not be mentioned. They sent troops to dispose of each one of us in our towns we called home believing that we would over power and take over them, that we the people who take care of the earth the most would be it's destruction. In almost an instant many of our people have been eradicated from existence, and so there was only one thing that I could think of to do. I took four children, all under the age of ten, each possessing a power of a different element and scattered them across the globe so they could never be found, putting them in foster care as their parents all had died with the turmoil of the war. Unfortunately, it was impossible to be able to keep their Aerea with them, so each of them was scattered around to, hoping that one day they would find each other again. Today, twelve years later, is that day."

~ Dalia Morrison



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Our story starts in the city of New Orleans. Eight teenagers, ranging between sixteen and eighteen, have been gathered here by the last remaining adult Espirit, Dalia Morrison. She ended up tracking each of the children down, who's locations were all different, and started "fostering" each one. Gathering each up into the house, they kids soon realize what the true intentions of them being there was for. Everyone was a familiar face in some way shape or form, whether or not they ever conversed with one another was debatable. They were the same kids who got sent away so that the Dimoni would still be alive. Espirit reconnect with their fellow Espirit, Aerea do the same, but not before they each reconnect with their other halves to fill the void of what has been missing for twelve years.

But there is a reason in to which this happy gathering was called upon.

A new threat has risen, a group of certain radicals has found out about the existence of the Dimoni and those of the species in which are still alive, and they are after them. Dalia upon hearing this felt it safer to have them under her care than to keep them scattered. Here in this house, they will live their daily lives despite this threat hanging above their heads, history taunting them. They will go to school, in which "surprisingly" Dalia Morrison is the principal keeping a watchful eye on them.

Will they continue to live happily or will this group act upon their threats?

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Espirit Character Information
*Ages should be between 16-18
*Real face claims only! Once you know your FC, please send me a gif so I can add it to the front page.
*I may be willing to switch the elements around, just ask.
*Dalia Morrison will just be NPC.
*They look and act exactly like humans.


Aerea Espirit Character Information
*The age has to be the same or higher to your Espirit. Cannot be below their age.
*Real face claims wanted, once you find out your FC, please send me a gif so I can add it to the front page.
*For an ability, please pick one thing such as shapeshifting or mind reading. I need to approve this ability so inform me when you have chosen one.
*Each Aerea needs at least one distinct marking, something that shows they aren't necessarily human, whether that be different hair colour, eye color, weird birth mark, or just something. (This does not have to be depicted within your face claim.)
* Each character needs a defining character trait. Once you know it, please tell me in the OOC and I will add it to the front page.



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Name: Dalia Morrison | Age: 36 | No Element | FC: Ginnifer Goodwin | Other Half: Deceased | NPC

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Espirit 1 & Female | Name: Ashleigh McGowan | Age: 17 | Element: Water | FC: Holland Roden | Other Half: Kai | Taken

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Espirit 2 & Male | Name: Ollie Barrett | Age: 17 | Element: Fire | FC: Alexander Arnold | Other Half: Greyson | Taken

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Espirit 3 & Female | Name: Clover Blake | Age: 16 | Element: Earth | FC: Alexandria Daddario | Other Half: Joaquin | Taken

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Espirit 4 & Male | Name: Corbett Graves | Age: 17 | Element: Air | FC: Jake Abel | Other Half: Imogen | Taken

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Aerea 1 & Male | Name: Kai Pierce | Age: 21 | Ability: Extrasensory Perception | FC: Aaron Taylor Johnson | Other Half: Ashleigh | Taken

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Aerea 2 & Female | Name: Imogen Huxley | Age: 18 | Ability: Telekinesis | FC: Holliday Grainger | Other Half: Corbett | Taken

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Aerea 3 & Male | Name: Joaquin Leclaire | Age: 18 | Ability: Psionic Strength | FC: Aiden Turner | Other Half: Clover | Taken

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Aerea 4 & Female | Name: Greyson Wylde | Age: 18 | Ability: Erebokinesis | FC: Sofia Black D'Elia | Other Half: Ollie | Taken

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1. Please do not one of those people that GodMod, Autohit or Metagame. I will kick you from this roleplay, if you do so.

2. To reserve, please provide a 500x281 gif of your face claim along with their element or ability. By the way, reservations last for two days only. Please let me know if you need more time. You have two days to turn in a Work In Progress sheet and two more days to finish the character.

3. Swearing is allowed but please do not go overboard and do not cuss out the NPC. Romance is also allowed, in fact, it's encouraged but if the clothes start coming off please migrant things to the PMs or wherever. Also, just because you are bonded with someone doesn't mean there has to be romance.

4. Please try to make posts filled with 300 words, at least. If you are not active, we will carry on without. No exceptions!

5. Try to include everyone's character even if they do not have a certain relation, please try to have your character converse with them and get to know them or something.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan

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She was up rather early this morning, earlier than usual as she had showered and did everything else to make herself look presentable for today. Dalia hoped that everyone had received word about their coming here but she didn't exactly tell them all why they were there, yet. She'd rather wait until everyone got there then deliver the news. With a sigh, as she was making up a small breakfast for when her children, as she now thought of them, had arrived to the house. As everything was getting close to being finished and prepared, she wandered up the stairs and knocked upon Kai's door gently. "Kai. Time to get up and get ready. Our first arrival should be here any minute." Dalia said sweetly before turning heel and walking right back down the stairs and prepare the table with the breakfast, nine plates along with utensils and cups with orange juice. Dalia smiled at her display as her eyes looked out the front window from the dining room and she squealed a little. "Kai!" She rushed to the door, straightening out her outfit and making herself look presentable as she waited for a knock before opening the door.


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Ashleigh McGowan
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Her emerald green eyes narrowed out of the airplane as it had landed on the runway, slowing down and pulling up beside the terminal. With a sigh, she pulled down her carry on bag and stood up, walking through the aisle and eventually off of the plane. She had made her way into the building now and went straight to the luggage area and luckily, her luggage was just coming around. She grabbed her luggage then turned heel towards a male, that asked her was she Ashleigh McGowan. Her eyes widened as she nodded her head and the male told her to follow him but he was the driver that Dalia had sent for her and any others that may have needed one.

The male did what any other driver would do and placed her bags within the trunk of the car as she proceeded to get inside in the backseat and eyed the male when he entered. "Do you know where I am going?" She asked as the male nodded with the response that he was sent for her. She nodded her head as the driver made his way through various twists and turns through streets then pulled up at a nice house, which was in a very nice neighborhood. Her stomach was churning with nerves and worry as she exited the vehicle and the driver handed her the luggage. She thanked him with a smile then eyed the house while feeling a strange pull that made her want to be here.

As Ashleigh made her way up the few stairs in front of the home, she was at the door and knocked only once before Dalia opened the door with a bright smile and a greeting. "Hello there, you must be Ashleigh." Dalia brought Ashleigh in for a tight hug. "Uhm, yeah, I am and I can't breathe." Ashleigh responded with gasps of breath as Dalia released her and smiled towards her. "Sorry. Just happy to see you again." With a raised brow, Ashleigh waltzed inside after Dalia stepped aside and offered for her to come in. "Come, let me show you to your room." Dalia insisted as she walked up the stairs and Ashleigh followed. One of the doors she passed, she felt a strong connection and stopped a moment, looking at the door. "Oh? Feel something?" Dalia asked with a soft smile as Ashleigh nodded her head but Dalia didn't want to spoil anything. "Come, dear. This is your room. I have breakfast downstairs prepared so get settled then come on down. Okay?" Dalia said sweetly as Ashleigh nodded and sat down on her bed.

After a few minutes went by, she exited her room and went down the stairs, turning the corner and seeing the breakfast display. She sat down at the table and looked behind her as Dalia was standing at the door, waiting. "Expecting more people?" Ashleigh asked as Dalia turned to look at her with a soft head nod. "Yes, six more people." She smiled a little then turned her attention back towards the door but Ashleigh's mind was still on the strange but powerful connection feeling that was basking in the air around her right about now.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Imogen Huxley Character Portrait: Clover Blake

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IMOGEN HUXLEY


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Hexcode : #f70046 // Oufit : Vintage



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Hexcode: #E78E8E // Outfit: Hippie


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It's safe to say that Imogen spent more than what she considered enough time in airports. Between getting the Paris airport nearly 3 hours before her flight, for it only to be delayed once she was seated. She was definitely happy once it landed. She never really had a desire to go to America... Ever. But with the information from some Dalia had her curious, and she'd do anything at a chance to see Corbett again.

After gathering her bags from the baggage claim, Imogen rolled the suitcase behind her as she made her way outside. Reaching the curb, she barely had to whistle before a taxi pulled up in front of her. The gentleman was nice enough to help her with her bags, before holding the door for her. She spent a majority of the drive staring out the window. Imogen had never been to America, but New Orleans still had its French roots which made her smile.

Her attention was drawn to a quaint little house as the cab came to a stop. No doubt this is where she was supposed to be. At that moment she was having her doubts, half considering telling the man to drive her back to the airport. But before she could say anything he had her suitcase out of the trunk and the door open for her. Imogen cleared her throat before stepping out of the car. She tipped the driver handsomely, then took her suitcase and slowly headed towards the house.

Imogen stopped at the base of the porch's steps, staring up at the door. Her bottom lip tucked under her teeth as her right hand lifted her sunglasses to rest them on top of her head. "C'est รงa." With a sigh, she locked the handle down in her suitcase before lifting it and heading up the porch. Her heels seemed to loudly echo on the wooden porch with her mind absent of thought. Upon reaching the door, she raised the back of her hand to tap the knuckles of her middle and index finger upon its surface. Imogen then cupped her hands together before her as she waited patiently.
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Clover honestly had no idea if she'd reach New Orleans in time. She wasn't one for flying, or Grey Hounds, Amtraks or anything else. She was in Nashville when she was told about the whole ordeal. On a more positive side, the entirety of her belongings fit in her knapsack aside from her guitar and bicycle. She considered riding her bike the whole way there, but she knew better... Plus she would have been nearly a week late.

So instead of going through any of that trouble, she hitchhiked her way to Louisiana. If Joaquin was here he'd probably give her some stern lecture about getting in the car with strangers, but she was perfectly safe... For the most part. Clover got a ride as far as Baton Rouge and from there she decided to pedal her way there. The weather was too nice to pass up sometime in the sun and the wind in her hair.

Clover arrived just as a blonde that looked like a porcelain doll made her way up the porch. She slowed down her bike, turning it down the walkway that lead towards the house. She put down the kick stand before climbing off of it. Her braid was a disheveled mess, but Clover never seemed to care about her appearance like some girls. She simply brushed back the loose hairs before adjusting her knapsack upon her shoulder.

As she made her way towards the porch, Clover couldn't help but notice a little bunny hidden in the garden. She smiled to herself, glancing around to make sure no one was watching, then waved her fingers causing a carrot just its size to appear before it. Clover's smile grew slightly before she hopped up the steps to move beside the doll like blonde. "Hey there... Looks like we're both here for the same thing, huh?"

Imogen smiled as she looked over at the perky brunette. "Clover?... Mon dieu, you're all grown up." Clover laughed softly, she thought the lady looked familiar but couldn't remember her name. But she didn't want to be rude, so she simply nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders. "It kinda just happened over night... One day I was no more than 5 foot, then boom!" She giggled softly.

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Despite how many foster families he'd been in, this was the first time that Ollie had actually been in an airport. The plane itself had been much better than he'd expected- better than a car, at least. As he reached the baggage claim, his battered suitcase and even more battered duffel bag had just begun their journey around the carousel. He grabbed them and made his way out to the entrance hall. Despite the fact that his new foster mom had told him that a driver would be picking him up, he still found himself looking for her. But all he found was a driver with a sign that read his name.

The car journey held the usual anxiety. He really, really wished there was some sort of alternative- but evidently there wasn't. He'd overheard the conversation between his care worker and Dalia, telling her about all of his... quirks. About his hatred for cars and water and his recurring nightmares. And about everything that had happened. Dalia had said she'd be able to handle it, but Ollie honestly doubted it. He was willing to bet that he'd be sent back at some point. But perhaps that wouldn't happen until he was eighteen, and he wouldn't have to actually go back. He'd finally be free.

The car journey was long enough to drive him almost insane, so when they pulled up outside the house, he was out of the car as soon as it had more or less stopped. He had his backpack on his back and his two other bags in his hands before he noticed the two other girls standing on the doorstep. One was blonde and incredibly well dressed- enough so to make him almost feel underdressed in his hoodie and jeans. The other was dark-haired, with her hair in a messy braid. Not even a stylishly messy braid like so many of the girls back in his last school used to wear- a genuinely disheveled braid. So he wasn't going to be an only child.

He headed up to the porch, forcing a bit of a smile onto his face. They were both somewhat familiar, but he couldn't put a name on either of them. "Hey," he simply said by way of greeting.

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Greyson hadnโ€™t experienced excitement before, so much so that she wasnโ€™t really able to recognize the feeling. She had to hitchhike her way from Santa Cruz, California with just her pack slung over her shoulder and a money belt wrapped around her waist under her clothes. She hadnโ€™t been able to shower in over two days outside of washing up in the sink of gas stations, fighting off the stink of body odor but hardly smelling like flowers. Although her hair was short and low maintenance, it was obvious it too had lacked care over the last few days. The pieces that usually fell in gentle waves to frame her soft, dark features had been pulled through her fingers time and time again until it fanned out in frizzy straight lines. Under her eyes were dark circles, but those were normal.

Her black vans shuffled across the road, the New Orleans humidity made her movement sluggish. One hand gripped a map where she had marked her route, the other held the strap of her back that was slung over her shoulder trying to relieve some of the pressure. At the end of the street she dropped the pack to her feet, hunching over as sweat dripped off her forehead to splash onto the road beside her foot. She couldnโ€™t help but to smile to herself, the trek seemed like it would never end and now that she was at the finishing line it felt like she was losing momentum. She reached into her pack to pull out her bottle of water, only a few swigs was left. Greyson took a large gulp then poured the rest over her head, the tepid water felt more refreshing than any sort of air conditioning or body of water could provide.

Her black t-shirt dress had been her only outfit during her journey, brushing past the tops of her thighs. Unfortunately most of her clothes were in fact black, which was unfavorable in the sun. She had the compulsion to find a bathroom to fix herself up, change her clothes, make a good impression. Greyson had never felt the compulsion to make a good impression before, but in this moment she inexplicably felt the need. Something in her gut was pushing a feeling she had never felt before, one she couldnโ€™t put into words.

But she was too eager to stop, Greyson hiked her pack back on and kept walking. It would only be twenty more minutes until she arrived.


As she walked, mosquitos bit her legs, causing her to twitch. Santa Cruz never had so many bugs, but the marshy terrain of New Orleans had flocks of mosquitos breeding in every puddle. Greyson was not meant to live in such humidity. Twenty minutes felt like eons, but when she turned up the path that led to the address she had been given - all the weight fell from her shoulders. There were three figures on the porch, two girls and a boy. From the moment she saw the boy, albeit the back of his head, her heart clenched.

Flooded with feelings, Greyson immediately dropped her bags and turned around, walking to the end of the path. She never had felt such a surge of emotions, the most she ever felt was the loss of her family after the war. This feeling wasnโ€™t loss, it was almost fulfillmentโ€ฆand while she had no way to prove it she had a sensation that this boy would complete a piece of her. She couldnโ€™t describe it.

Remaining at the end of the path next to the mail box, Greyson lit a cigarette. Her hands were shaking, and her mind was scattered - she wasnโ€™t sure if the others had noticed her or not but she abandoned her bags half way up the walkway. Until she had a better grasp on the situation she wouldnโ€™t be able to move from her spot.

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The journey from France to New Orleans was a long one but thankfully his foster parents made the trip slightly bearable by getting him first class seats on his plane here along with ordering a limo set to his standards to pick him up from the airport. It still took a couple hours of a drive thanks to the traffic from the airport so Joaquin ended up helping himself to a bottle wine. It wasn't great as the bottles he had back home but it would have to do. After all, his adoptive parents had given him enough money to buy more quality things once he got there. He could make do for now and deal with such 'common' drink upon his lips before being reunited with a girl he's always considered his sister. His real family.

The limo finally stopped making Joaquin the last to arrive. He fixed his suit making sure there were no imperfections before the driver opened the door and Joaquin stepped out. He walked with such poise hoping all eyes were on him as he walked towards the door. Jooaquin was always one to enjoy a grand entrance. He was soon stopped in his tracks when the sight of blonde hair was first to catch his attention and he made his way towards her in a suave manner as he looked her over. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." He gave a flirtatious smirk before taking Imogen's hand and kissing the back of it.

Joaquin would have continued with his advances if a certain feeling hadn't dragged his attention away from her. He looked past the small group of unimportant strangers before him until his eyes laid upon what he really came here for. There she was standing before him with her piercing blue eyes and messy braid that fit her so perfectly. "Il peut't รชtre" He practically stumbled as he stepped towards her and brought his hands up to hold her face just to make sure she was real. "My little Clover?" Tears began streaming from his eyes as he pulled her into a tight embrace and didn't want to let go. He didn't want to lose her again. "I thought I lost you forever." His voice practically cracked as more tears rolled down his cheeks and to the top if her head while he held her there.

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Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett Character Portrait: Imogen Huxley Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Corbett Graves Character Portrait: Clover Blake

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They told him nothing, save for that he would be leaving permanently and to pack his bags. A good ol' don't let the door hit you on the way out. Not like Corbett expected much from his oh so 'generous' caretakers. They had seen to it that the past few years of his life was a living hell - and he returned the favor tenfold. So it was with great pleasure that he packed his crap and hit the road. Taking his time in a fashion that reminded him of foggy childhood memories. Travel pack strapped tight and feet aching with regret the second he hits that second mile. He of course wasn't capable of going on foot the entire way, but saving up what little money he had was a must. Especially since he knew nothing about what awaited him in New Orleans.

He took a late flight, planning on getting there with enough time to see some sights and get a feel for his newest jail cell - at least until I'm eighteen. He thinks to himself. Withering suddenly at the thought of being so far away from the last known place that he saw Imogen. How would he find her now? How could he even begin to track her down. He had no chance. Not being so far from home....

"Ugh," He slumps against the window. Feeling sick from both the anxiety and the altitude. He's never been a fan of planes, even if this is his first time actually getting on one. Even seeing them in movies, or on TV he could tell they were nothing but bad news; metal death traps at best. He tries, and fails to shake the imagery of the plane going down in his head. In his mind there is the sound of grinding metal, screams all around him, and the pungent scent of smoke; he doesn't realize he's fallen asleep till he's shaking awake. Cold chills creeping up his spine from just the very thought.

He checks his watch, 11:23PM.

After what feels like hours the plane finally, and thankfully comes to a safe spot. Corbett steps out, nearly ready to kiss the ground in relief. He takes stock of his surroundings, going through the long process of retrieving his pack from baggage claims and then running through more scanners. By the time he leaves the airport in a rusted old cab he just wants to sleep for days. He had planned on doing some sightseeing before heading off the the address written on the back of his hand, but he knew that it would take too much out of him. He just wanted to sleep....




He knew at least on a basic level that this was more or less another home to him, one that was perhaps much less rough than his last one. He really wanted to believe that some good would come out of this but there was always that skepticism hiding just behind every single thought. He had only been able to speak briefly with Dalia, to touch base and they had not been given enough time for her to explain much to him besides a vague "you may be able to see Imogen again." Which for whatever reason didn't mean anything to Corbett - he couldn't trust a stranger, and he wouldn't until he saw Imogen again.

Whatever the case he didn't expect to step out of the dinky cab and into a world of confusion. His pack weighed heavy on him as he trudged to the front porch of the quaint house. His heart working over time as he caught sight of someone who he hadn't seen in a very long time. His heart felt as if it would explode, eyes burning with tears but he blinked and clenched his teeth to stop the fall. Excitement like he had not felt in such a long time coursed through him, the very sight of her brought him back to a childlike state of giddiness.

"Imogen!" He couldn't help himself, at her side in an instant with a grin stretched wide over his face. He never thought in a million years he would see her again. And yet here they stood, Espirit and Aerea reunited again.

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Dalia heard more and even more voices fill up outside the door as she opened it up and saw the darling faces of everyone. She gave a tight squeeze to Imogen first and smiled towards her. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." Her eyes then flashed towards Clover, whom she proceeded to squeeze tightly, as well. Her eyes looked past the two as she called out. "Greyson!" She'd never forget their names and how they looked. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling." Dalia smiled as three more people, guys even made their appearances known.

"Ollie." Dalia said with a squeal and hugged him then eyed him, too. "Haven't changed a bit, I see." She didn't the comment in a rude way, just in a way that he really hasn't changed. Her eyes fell upon Joaquin, who immediately spoke towards Clover as she held her hands over her mouth and let out a light laughter. Then she looked as Corbett noticed Imogen and her face was flushed. "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around." She waved for them all to come inside as she showed them to their rooms and somewhat around the house then brought them back downstairs into the dining area, where breakfast was still laid out.

"We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." She muttered then went and stood at the edge of the stairs. "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there." She said then chuckled while making her way back into the dining with everyone else, sitting at the head of the table, smiling at every single one of them.

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At one point, the back of Ollie's neck started tingling, and he had the sudden urge to turn around. But that was also accompanied by a strange feeling of... He didn't know how to describe it, but he knew that the only time he'd ever felt anything close was when he'd been at his happiest in his last foster home. And he didn't want to dwell on that.

And besides, more and more people started arriving at that point. At first, what appeared to be a stereotypical French person, who addressed the girl with the messy braid as "Clover." When he wasn't addressed, he simply stood out of the way, pointedly staring at the ground and shoving his hands in his pockets. So far, everyone else seemed to know everyone else, and that just made him feel so much worse.

And then yet another person showed up, hugging the blonde. He was in the process of getting out of the way when the door opened and his foster mother appeared- overly friendly as always. But her enthusiasm wasn't diminished in the slightest as she wrapped him in a hug, gushing about how he hadn't changed. Physically, at least. Long and lanky as ever It was only then that it finally clicked where he knew her from- the friendly woman who sang along to that silly song in the car, and who had explained to him what had been happening.

Before he could say anything else though, she was greeting the others, and then propelled all of them into the hall and up to their rooms. Even as the strange feeling strengthened, he didn't have time to dwell on it, overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

Ollie just dumped his bags inside his bedroom door and followed her back down to the dining room. It was only when he saw an all too familiar redhead that his bad mood suddenly disappeared. "Ashleigh?" he said, not quite allowing himself to believe it. What were the chances?

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A knock gently hit Kai's door but it was the voice that stirred him in his sleep. "Kai. Time to get up and get ready. Our first arrival should be here any minute." He rolled over in his bed and muttered something that sounded like gibberish as his voice cracked from a dry throat. His hand reached over for the partially filled water bottle on his night stand and he chugged it's remaining contents of metallic water before checking the time on his phone and forcing himself out of bed. He walked rather slowly with his eyes only half open as he threw his clothes on for the day and checked to see how many smokes he had left. There were three.

"Kai!" He heard Dalia yell as she hustled to the door for the first guests to arrive and something odd began tugging at him. Kai simply brushed it off for the time being and he pushed the doors open of his room out onto the balcony to overlook the backyard. Kai was the first to get contacted and the first to arrive a couple weeks ago when Dalia set up his new job at the near by high school along with helping her get the house ready for all the new arrivals of freaks and geeks.

Kai using one hand to open up his pack and his lips pulled out one of his cigarettes while his free hand lit the lighter and the end up his cigarette letting the sensation of burning tobacco and menthol rush into mouth and lungs instantly making Kai feel amazing and relaxed. He stood out there enjoying his freshly lit cigarette until it just barely reach the start of the filter while he ignored the feeling that kept pulling at him.

The butt of the cigarette got tossed into the ashtray and Kai escaped back into his room and out to the hallway and into the bathroom to relieve himself like any normal human being, brush his teeth, run a comb through his hair and put it in a bun, wash his face, and spray some cologne when he heard voices get ushered into the house and Dalia screamed for him yet again, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Kai laughed and rolled his eyes as he descended the stairs and called back to his new den mother, "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" He came into the dinning room and the sight of hair that burned red light beautiful perfect flames caused him to stop instantly in his tracks as that feeling he'd been ignoring grew even more and suppressed memories clawed their way trying to make him remember one of the worst days of his life. The life he swore to protect. The life that had been ripped away from him. They were right there standing before him and he couldn't even remember their name.

He tried to step forward but his legs grew weak and his eyes changed as his powers forced him to remember the girl. Forced him to remember everything he wanted to forget. Everything that made him cry as a small boy at night because he failed. He failed her and here she was perfectly fine. Kai fell to his knees as his eyes returned to normal and the memories faded away and all he could manage to say was one word. One name. "Ashleigh..."

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Character Portrait: Kai Pierce Character Portrait: Ollie Barrett Character Portrait: Imogen Huxley Character Portrait: Ashleigh McGowan Character Portrait: Joaquรญn Leclaire Character Portrait: Greyson Sage Wylde Character Portrait: Corbett Graves Character Portrait: Clover Blake

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As the girls patiently waited on the porch, a male came into their presence with a simple "Hey." Clover dawned a cheery smile, brushing loose hairs from her face. "Hi. I'm Clover." The male didn't seem too much like the talking type, so instead of trying to coax anything from him she simply waited patiently to enter the home.

Imogen really didn't say anything, but she wouldn't of had much of a chance to either way when a darker figure caught her attention. She pivoted slightly to take in the full view of the male as he made his way up to the porch and directly towards her. "Mon dieu, you've certainly grown well mon amour." Imogen couldn't believe her eyes. She hadn't seen Joaquin in the better part of a decade but there he was. His flirtatious smirk caused a grin to grace her lips as he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss upon it. "And you are no longer un petit garรงon."

Clover stood in a sort of daze the second the dark haired man joined the group upon the porch. "...Jack?" She didn't have to look upon his face to know it was him. Between the tug in her gut and the raven locks, she knew instantly. She had no words and could barely move. Her hand's grip upon her knapsack slipped and her bag fell to the floor when he turned to look upon her. "Il peut't รชtre" Joaquin took a step towards her, bringing his hands to cup her face. Once he touched her, and she knew it wasn't a dream or some figment of her imagination, the tears flooded her eyes. "My little Clover?"

Joaquin began to cry as she did, before pulling Clover into a tight embrace. She wrapped her arms around his torso, her hands grasping at the fabric of his blazer. "I thought I lost you forever." When he said that a shaky laugh slipped from her lips to be slightly muffled by his chest. It wasn't a funny or teasing laugh, but one of happiness. She had thought the same thing, that she lost her 'brother' forever. But here he was. Clover looks up at him smiling happily. "You got tall."

Imogen watched the happy exchange between Joaquin and Clover. A sadness began to tug at her. She was happy for them, but it only reminded her of whom she had lost so long ago. At least until she heard, "Imogen!" There he was. "Oh la vache!! Corbett!!" She grabbed him and pulled him close, embracing him tightly. Imogen then pulled away slightly to look upon him, cupping his face in her hands. "It is you." After a moment, her smile faded and her right hand slapped him across the face. "Where in the hell did you go!? I went back to St. Augustine's 2 years ago and you weren't there!!... What did you do?!"

Before Imogen could get an answer, the door opened to reveal a cute little brunette woman who wasted no time in pulling her into a hug. "Oh, look at you. Gorgeous as ever." The woman said smiling towards Imogen. "Merci." When Dalia moved towards Clover, she let go of Joaquin to hug the woman happily. But once the embrace was over, she moved back over to him, hooking her arm in his. She wouldn't say it but she felt like if she didn't hold onto him, she'd lose him again. After Dalia talked towards some of the others, she then addressed them all, "Alright, kiddos, come on in here and I'll show you guys around."

Clover and Imogen grabbed their bags and proceeded to follow Dalia inside. Clover stuck to Joaquin like glue, too happy to speak but didn't want to release his hand. Where as Imogen gave speculative glares towards Corbett. No doubt he got himself into trouble after she left, but he couldn't even stay in the same place so she could find him? Typical. The girls dropped their bags in their rooms, before heading back downstairs and taking a seat around the dinning table. "We're still waiting on one more person to make an appearance but I don't know what he is doing." Dalia then went over to the stairs to shout up, "Kai! If you're not down here in the next five minutes, I'm coming up there."

Imogen's gaze tended to shift over to Joaquin probably more than it should as she sat at the table. But eventually it was drawn towards a voice shouting at the top of the stairs. "Bloody hell, Dalia! You can't rush perfection!" She chuckled a more cold laugh. Imogen didn't know who was speaking but perfection has some big shoes to fill. When the male came into view, his gaze set upon the red head at the table. The sight caused him to crumble and say the girl's name. No doubt, this was going to be an emotional day.


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The constant stream of people was overwhelming, Greyson could feel her stomach twisting. They all walked past her like a weed in the grass, not that she expected any different. Everyone else seemed to have groomed themselves immaculately, prepared to make a positive first impressions, she seemed like a vagabond in comparison. Heavy air filled her lungs, smoke twisting in the air above her. Gently french words floated from the porch ahead, catching her ear. The dark tall man had a heavy French accent, as well did the blonde he embraced. Had these people been in Europe all this time while she was forced to live in the land of Prep?

Her confusing feelings of happiness were subdued by frustration. How did all these people have connections and she did not? She could blame her dysfunctional parents, who dragged her away from Dimoni community before she even had a chance to find her other half, and when the Dimoni most needed to be united. Greyson reached for another cigarette when she heard her name called out. "Come on over here, it's alright, darling.โ€ Dalia called from the door.

Her movement was jilted, but she carefully put her cigarette back into the pack. While everyone else followed suit, Greysonโ€™s eyes were glued to the back of the brown haired boys head, whoโ€™s name she had no idea but she knew he was going to be everything to her. She picked up her bags on her way into the house, lagging behind everyone else. It seemed like most attention was on the two other girls, it wasnโ€™t like Greyson to be jealous but she couldnโ€™t comprehend what was happening. Was this house just another world where she didnโ€™t belong?

She left her bags and herself at the fringe of the group, she thought the room was spinning - but really she was the one rotating the room. Her steps kept her gingerly on the outside of the group, until she found herself beside the brown haired boy. Her body was moving without her own knowledge, a delicate hand reached out. She thought she was only going to tap his shoulder, but instead her hand just rested there. There was an immediate electricity that ran up the length of her arm. There was a surge of power from within her, the twisting feeling in her gut made the darkness within her grow. Naturally she felt the compulsion to panic, but she felt oddly calm when she looked up at the boy.

โ€Hey,โ€ She said, unable to to articulate herself further.

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After hearing Dalia squeal again, she turned her head towards a group of teenagers, just like her, entering the house now and being given somewhat of a grand tour by the lady that said her name was Dalia. She turned her head back and stared down at the plate before her as she grabbed her fork and took small bites from her breakfast. Ashleigh's ears twitched when she heard a male say her name. She turned slightly in her seat and smiled as she recognized him a little. His name tugged at the corner of her lips as she got up and walked towards him, giving him a small hug.

"Ollie." She released him and reviewed her eyes over him while patting his shoulder. "Uhm, you look the same, honestly." She remarked as others started to fill in the dining hall and she felt somewhat connected to all of them in one small way or another. Her eyes looked at all of them as she smiled and nodded her head in a greeting manner before looking past Ollie and seeing him. The him that had saved her life some years ago. The him that she had been sketching for quite some time now. The him that she felt closer to more than anyone.

When Kai spoke her name, she looked at him and rushed over towards him, kneeling down beside him, cuffing his face within her hands and locking her gaze with his. "Kai..." She spoke softly while examining over him. "Is it really you?" The energy in the room grew intensively it had seemed like as Dalia was sitting at the table, looking at the duo with a soft smile and tear filled eyes. Ashleigh stood up, sobbing softly as she even helped Kai up to his feet. Ashleigh reached her hand into his and felt a slight shock and knew that it really was Kai and that she wasn't dreaming. Maybe that was even the big pull she felt earlier.

"You know, puberty really did you well." She snickered a little with a wink while releasing his hand and waltzing over to the kitchen table, where everyone else was sitting even Dalia, looking at every single one of them. "Look at all of you, darlings. So great to see you all together again." Dalia remarked just as Ashleigh sat down and patted the spot next to her, with a soft smile, for Kai to sit. The aura in the room grew more and more intense as they all sat around the table now.

Ashleigh wondered why they were all gathered there but she didn't want to be the one to ask and seem rude - Especially with Kai there. She just picked up a piece of bacon took a small bite out of it then looked at everyone else. "I say, we introduce each other, yeah?" Ashleigh finally spoke up as she reached her hand towards the adult in the room. "You should go first." She said as Dalia chuckled nervously and nodded. "Okay. Uhm, I'm Dalia Morrison and I am your foster parent. Well, new foster parent. I am widowed, too. If that matters. And yourself, sweetheart?" Dalia responded back to Ashleigh as she introduced herself. "I'm Ashleigh McGowan and this is my fifth or sixth foster home." Dalia nodded her head while looking at Ashleigh then looked at Kai. "Well, I am happy to have you. Next." Dalia softly said while waiting for everyone to introduce themselves.

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He found himself grinning as she hugged him and remarked about how he'd hardly changed. "Yeah, I've heard that," he replied, still grinning. But then she was letting go of him and moving to someone else. Everybody else seemed to have somebody they had some strong linkage to- everyone but him, that was. So maybe that was just another nail in his coffin. He'd be back before he'd even introduced himself to everyone.

But then somebody's hand landed on his shoulder, and it was like an electric shock going through his body- but not in a bad way. There was a strange sense of completeness to that shock, as though something had just finished and something else had just begun. He turned around to the person who stood behind him. Even though he could swear he'd never seen her before, he also vaguely recognised her.

[color=#8A0000]"Hey,"[/colour] was all he managed to get out before realising that everyone else was sitting. He smiled awkwardly at the girl standing across from him as he sat down, nodding at the empty seat besides him.

Dalia introduced herself, and Ollie looked at her as she spoke. But the temptation to look at the girl sitting beside him was almost overwhelming, and as Ashleigh started introducing herself, Ollie found himself sneaking peeks at her. He honestly had no idea how he knew her, but he couldn't shake the overwhelming feeling that they did, somehow, know each other.

There was a bit of a silence once Ashleigh finished talking, and Ollie found himself needing to fill the silence.

"I'm Ollie, and this is my... fifth foster home. Assuming we're only counting the ones where I actually got to the house," he said jokingly. It didn't feel like a joke, though. All that time spent getting his hopes up, only to have it all ripped away, had taken its toll on him. But none as much as the last.

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