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Terelle Fairchild

"You can't take me away.. if you do, you'll pay for it... with your life..."

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a character in “Detached Strings”, originally authored by xXxCryptic-AngelxXx, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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This is me
My name is
Terelle Fairchild
Call me
Tera
I am
17
My Role here is a
Tamer
My Partner
Alex D.
My Inhuman Abilities are
Telekinesis-
She has the ability to move objects with my mind. Distractions, weapons, whatever she needs, she can manipulate with her abilities. Everyone has their limit's though. Anything she moves can't go any farther than 40 feet and cannot be any heavier than 100 lbs.

fire manipulation-
Now it's not what you think. she doesn't create fireballs or move flames. She manipulates her body heat by raising it, lowering it, and focusing it to a certain area. It can be harmful or calming as well as flare up depending on her mood. The only person she actually uses it to help is her partner. She uses her ability to calm them.

My Weapons are a small switch-blade pocket knife that she keeps on her person at all times and a sword that she keeps hidden in places only she and her partner's know about.

My Personality is
[b] detached. From many things. The only person she feels any attachment to is her partner. They have their moments of hysteria, but they can come in handy at times. She doesn't push them too far though. She knows better. She feels a bit of a connection to her partner as well. Whenever something bothers them she can feel it whether it's emotionally or physical she can feel it though, unless it's intense pain or a deep emotion, it's only a fraction of what her partner feels. She's tactically minded and thinks ahead of her enemies with ease. She loves to annoy her partner by showing no fear or pain. She's gotten so used to how he is, she's not afraid of him anymore. She know he can't hurt her anyway due to their connection. He likes causing pain, not pain being done to himself. (from what I read anyway). He picks on her, she gives him the same, blank stare that she gives everyone else. She can be quite cold which is strange for her heated ability. It's just how she copes with human existence that she despises. She can be friendly when she wants to be which is actually pretty rare. Normally someone tries to talk to her and she just stares at them indifferently. She's waiting for that person who would actually try to reach her heart, instead of her mind.

My Theme Song is
Teenagers by My Chemical Romance
Anything Else?
None that I can think of.

So begins...

Terelle Fairchild's Story

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Alex


Where was Alex? Ah yes doing the only thing Alex could be doing. Was he home? Nope. He rose up to see some random looking blonde next to him. This definitely wasn't his room. No one was aloud to be in there except for Terelle and her access was limited. He sat up feeling a bit groggy. What the hell happened? Lifting up the shits seeing the lack of clothes he had on and adding the blonde next to him, it summed the whole night up. "Jeez what was I thinking? She doesn't even look that great." He commented not caring if she was awake or not. Alex strolled out of the bed and took a shower. Making sure his clothes looked okay he gave the blonde one last glance. The feeling hit him. It was the perfect opportunity to kill right now. If there was anyone there to watch him they would see a distant look in his eyes. His tongue slid out of his mouth to lick his lips as if he was about to eat the girl.

Glancing over to the shadow he stared at it for a moment before a scythe formed and landed in his hand. "I had fun last night...but not enough." Raising his weapon he swung his scythe down and slashed the girl across her throat. Once he was done the scythe returned to the shadows and he started laughing maniacally. Alex dropped to his knees from laughing so hard not being able to control it. "One second she is living in ecstasy and then the next she is ascending to hell!" He started banging on the floor still laughing. He rolled over on his back and started kicking his feet like a child. Slowly but surely his laughing turned into shrieking. Tears rolled down his face as he continued to scream. This was the stage he hated himself most in. That is saying a lot seeing Alex is very arrogant.

He turned back onto his stomach digging his nails into the floor causing some wood to accumulate under his nails. His breathing started picking up and he could tell if he stepped into broad daylight he would kill every single soul he crossed. Alex needed Terelle right now extremely bad. He feels himself slipping away into a dark abyss in which he himself wouldn't be able to bring himself back from it. His eyes widen and he stands up. He had tear marks streaming down his face and made his way out of the room. It was time to kill. Simple as that. Making his way out of the apartment he started to drift down to the stairs feeling absolutely nothing for anyone. "Kill kill kill all I ever do is kill." It was a common phrase he would say whenever he was about to kill a ton of people.

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild
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Terelle

The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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Sergio

When he left, it was still dark. Avantia was quiet, and the street lamps lit the streets in gold. The sky was now bluish-white where the sun was gradually creeping over the roofs of the skyscrapers. Cars began to populate the street and businesses began to open.

Sergio had taken his morning, 5-mile jog. Every morning he would jog down different streets to better acquaint himself with the roads, the stores, the apartments—everything in the city. The grocery store was where he decided to go after his run. A list was neatly folded in his pocket, and he had removed it as he walked the aisles picking up the odd products and foods requested by his…prison roommates.

Six, white plastic bags were on the floor between his feet, in his lap, and looped about his arms as he rode the bus back to his side of town. A black hood, belonging to a solid-black hoodie was drawn up over his head. His dark-brown hair was pulled back behind a pine-green bandana as he rested his head against the glass of the window. He watched as cars and people whisked by and felt the rocking of the bus.

The headphones of his mp3 were in his ears, blasting one of the various rock songs he had on his playlist. It took his mind off the length of the trip that was quickly travelled and shorter in duration than his jog. It wasn’t long before he gathered the bags and descended the steps into the slums. Not many dismounted on this side of town for no one dared to live in the neighborhood of thieves, drug dealers, and murderers. “Murderers” was at least accurate.

Sergio always detoured rather than walked straight to the warehouse. To anyone that could have been watching him, a person entering a supposedly abandoned warehouse was suspicious and could attract unwanted attention. Of course it was attention they easily could handle, but it was still unwanted. He cut down an alley and entered through a broken board in the fence that had a sign that read: PRIVATE PROPERTY NO TRESSPASSING. Turning sideways, he stepped through and shook the bags until they slipped through without tearing—thank goodness.

With three bags hanging from his forearms, Sergio crossed the lot to the front door where he noticed Sasha standing outside having a cigarette. He called her Sasha rather than Splinter, being partial to its Russian origin. His bronze eyes lingered on the fag between her lips, the gleaming cherry, and the soft drags she was taking from it. It made the Russian more hungry for a cigarette than for breakfast. The whispers of his headphones may have told her that he wouldn’t hear a greeting even if she offered one. He instead had greeted her with his eyes before they motioned to the door and how it seemed to open on its own to spew Goldilocks (Terelle).

Sergio pivoted out of her way, the bags hissing and swaying to his fluid movement before he stepped toward the door, catching it with his foot. Kicking it open, he entered the warehouse to find the starving mongrels already swarming the kill. Frowning softly, Sergio walked over to the makeshift dining room table. It had been a rickety thing he had managed to pull from a dumpster. It wobbled, but it would never collapse. The tabletop was also smooth. He set the bags that held the requested contents on the table, and took the bags he would be stocking the fridge with into the crowded kitchen.

His mp3 was still going as he set the bags on the counter and bent over to open a lower cabinet to remove a pan. Setting the pan on the stove, Sergio became still, his eyes not straying to anyone as they remained focus on the wall before him. He threatened on a low and mild-mannered voice, “Get out before I kill you all.”

There was sweat in his pits, on his face, and in other unmentionable places that had him in a foul mood. He normally would have preferred to shower before he started cooking for the beasts, but seeing how they wanted to devour what remained of the kitchen stock, he had to feed them quick.

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Alex felt his body start to quiver when he felt someone was behind him. He knew it was Terelle but truly didn't care. Feeling her hand touch the back of his neck he growled at the touch of heat. He stood up and knocked her hand away from him. Alex backed away from her until his back was against the wall. "Here to tame me huh? Want to soothe my pain? I don't want your help or for you to be here so leave!" He started to claw again at the wall behind him as if he was trying to make some great escape. "Just get out of here!" His eyes scanned the room looking for a way to get away from her. His eyes rolled over onto a window and he knew it was his shot. Not saying anything else he made a dash for the window and dove out. Good thing he was only on the second story otherwise it would have been disastrous. He landed on his knees once he hit the ground. He looked back up at the broken window and started to walk away. He didn't get too far before he started to feel himself calm down a bit. Whatever Terelle did it was working.

Alex stopped in his tracks and started laughing a normal person's laugh. "Wow was I about to kill some people!" He started chuckling not caring he already killed a girl. Who was she to him? Nobody that's who. "Hey Terelle let's go already." The thing about Alex was, whenever he flips out when he turns back to normal he acts like nothing ever happened to him in the first place. "Come on woman I'm ready to go home!" Alex started walking in the direction of the warehouse figuring she would be behind him anyways. He started whistling some random tune seeing as he wanted to keep himself entertained on the walk home. It hit him that most people in the warehouse either hated, thought he was childish, or stayed around to see what his next antic was. "I should tell the organization where we are. That will teach all them not to underestimate my intelligence." The thought of seeing everyone taken away by the organization was tantalizing to him.

He just wants to see them suffer by either his hands or someone else. "Oh well maybe another time." He started walking with his hands resting behind his head when he saw the warehouse. "Terelle if you're back there then I don't want you telling everyone I had a freak out. I don't feel like getting reprimanded today." Opening the door to the house, he tossed his arms up into the air seeing everyone was assembled in the kitchen. "What's up bitches? How is my favorite group of psycho killers?" He leaned against the kitchen wall staring at everyone with a confident smirk. "Terelle just had to come get me because she couldn't stand being away from her most favorite person in the world, which of course is me." His nose twitched a little at the smell of food in the room and he knew he was cooking without looking. "How is my favorite person today Sergio?" He leaned on his shoulder giving him a smile.

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Terelle Fairchild

Alex reacted in a way Terelle didn't exprect. He slappd her hand away and backed off. That was something he had never done before. He told her to go away. Go away! she thought, I'm trying to help you!" When he jumped out the window, she followed after him. "Alex!" She called after him, trying to catch up. She was disoriented from jumping out the window and greatly pissed off that he pushed her away. Her hands heated until they were scorching. "You're not escaping.." She raced off towards him but stopped short as they neared the warehouse. If any of the others found out what he had done.... well lets just say the ending will not be a very.... positive one.

She caught up to him just as he was talking about the organization and slapped him in the back of the head. "Don't you even think about it, Alex. You know that will be just as bad for you as it would be for them and there's no way you're going to be able to take on a large group of hunters by yourself." When they got inside, his cocky attitude was getting on her nerves. She through her arm around his neck, her hands still hot with rage. "Yes Alex. You are my favorite person. As such, you deserve this." She pressed her hand to his skin and quickly let go. She saw something hard and heavy out of the corner of her eye. A plan two in case he tried anything harmful. [color=orange]"By the way. Morning, guys."

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild
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Sergio had sprayed oil in the pan and was making an assortment of eggs. Most of the assassins and tamers had left the kitchen, but ones like Alex remained. He saw the boy without looking at him and felt him leaning against his shoulder. He hadn’t heard his greeting because the headphones were still in his ears, but he was certain that what he said hadn’t been important. He reached his hand up to grab his black hood and pulled it down. That same hand then slipped inside his pants pocket to grab out a pack of cigarettes. He popped open the box with his thumb and raised it to his lips as he bit down on a stick and drew it out. Closing the box, he returned it to his pocket and then removed the unlit cig from his lips. He pressed it to the hot burner until the tobacco glowed a bright orange and returned it to his lips as his third eye saw Sasha’s lips moving and then Emilia spoke in his direction after. Sergio simply answered, thinking it would sum up everything Emilia, Sasha, and Alex might have asked or said, “Do what you like.”

He dragged on the cigarette, exhaling the smoke on two gray streams from his nostrils. Normally, Sergio didn’t smoke in the warehouse, but he didn’t plan to waste anymore time after breakfast. He was going to shower and take a nap before work.

When Terelle entered the kitchen and brought banter and horseplay, it would have been all right if Alex hadn’t been leaning against his shoulder. When her jostling bumped his arm, his spatula sent a sunny-side up egg flying like a saucer across the stove to splat against the unsanitary counter. Sergio’s brows furrowed in irritation. Wasting food didn’t go down well with him, especially since he bought it. He regarded the displaced egg for a few seconds, before he reached the spatula over and scooped it up, dumping it onto a plate. Someone was going to have a bad egg, and it was a price paid for bothering him while he was at work in the kitchen.