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Farah Djinn

"I am not going back in that lamp."

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a character in “Eroryus”, originally authored by Cloud, as played by RolePlayGateway

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“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
― Oscar Wilde





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Full name:
Farah Inara Djinn

Nickname(s)/Alias:
Nara, Genie, Slave
"I guess it depends on whether you consider me your friend, or your servant"

Age:
586
[Appears to be around 20]

Gender:
Female

Species:
Genie or Jinn
"The name may change, the general gist doesn't."

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Nationality:
Arabic
"I suppose, although my country of birth no longer exists"


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“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”
― George Eliot



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Height:
5'4"

Weight:
115 lbs

Body Build:
Petite and slim, Farah has never been considered a large person. Her curves aren't unnoticeable, but neither are they particularly astounding in size.

Complexion:
Immortality has blessed Farah with blemish free skin, pimples are a thing of the past. Her skin tone is a natural cinnamon brown, usually tanned a shade darker in the summer.

Hair:
Farah's hair is dark brown and usually lies midway down her back in messy curls. She likes wearing it up, in plaits and so fourth. She's had plenty of time to practise styling her hair. When she's in the mood she'll push it up into some elaborate hairdo.

Eyes:
Farah has warm brown eyes that sparkle every time something amuses her. They are very expressive, generally giving away her emotions even when her face is controlled.

Scars/Tattoos:
She has no tattoos or scars.

Piercings/Accessories:
Farah has several piercings including two on her left ear (currently holding a real ruby and a golden stud), three on her right ear (the matching pairs to the ruby and golden stud, plus a small silver flower). She has her nose pierced with a simple golden stud and her belly button pierced with ruby and sapphire jewels.

Her accessories include a pair of permanent golden cuffs around each wrist. They wrap completely around her wrist and are impossible to remove. When she has a new master her cuffs glow and a matching pair appears around her ankles.


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“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist,
but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline



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Likes:
Freedom \\ Chocolate \\ The Sun \\ Running \\ Flying \\ Stars \\ Bubbles
Kindness \\ Travel \\ Exploration \\ Cats \\ Beaches \\ Burgers \\ Jewels
Dancing \\ Laughing \\ Farm Animals \\ Most Music \\ Sewing \\ Jewellery

Dislikes:
Confinement \\ Being Bossed Around \\ Thunder Storms
Slavery \\ Greed \\ Rabbits \\ Scary Movies \\ Her Lamp
Mess \\ Camels \\ Weeds \\ Wine \\ Death Metal \\ Ants

Hobbies:
Sewing \\ Playing With Her Hair \\ Dancing \\ Magic \\ Gardening

Skills:
Housework \\ Farah has spent countless years living in a small lamp, if it wasn't tidy she couldn't cope, so she's become an expert at cleaning.
Martial Arts \\ After a particularly master some 300 years ago, Farah taught herself to fight.

Flaws:
Cooking \\ Since Farah has never had to make food, simply creating it instead, she has no idea where to even begin.
Alcohol \\ Very much a light weight, Farah does not fair too well when drinking. She usually ends up using her powers and thoroughly confusing any humans around.

Personality description:
[Curious, Naive, Excitable, Kind, Anxious, Stubborn]
Farah is both naive and knowledgeable. She still finds a childlike delight in many of the small things in life, this no doubt comes from being released from a century long snooze in your lamp. She gets excited by what many people take for granted and seems to relish being able to refuse people requests. She has lived for over 500 years, and in that time has either been trapped within her lamp, or at the beck and call of her current master. Freedom, to Farah, is the most valuable thing a person could have and she has promised herself she will make the most of it. For that reason she rarely holds back. If she sees something that catches her attention she will investigate. If a question pops into her mind she will ask the closest stranger for an answer.

She is kind and friendly, especially to children. She'd go out of her way to help a child in need, or a friend if she had any. Friends have always been rare for Farah. The only people she's really interacted with over the past few centuries have been her masters. She has befriended few and has yet to make a true friend on her own. Of course, that doesn't mean that she's not eager to expand her circle. She isn't particularly shy, but when she's decided to make friends with someone she can become rather self-doubting and slightly anxious. However, with enough practise she would hopefully be able to feel more at ease.

For all that, she does hold a quiet cynicism about the world. She has seen greed, lust and pride propel people to make extravagant wishes. Having no other option, she has granted them. Not everyone who gets hold of her lamp is a saint. She's all too aware that there are people in the world who would kill their grandmother for a chance at three almost limitless wishes. She is extremely anxious about not returning to answering to someone else and gets rather jumpy any time anyone asks about her lamp. Rather stubborn, she has been known to hang onto ideas for decades. She can hold grudges for just as long.


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“Everything you can imagine is real.”
― Pablo Picasso



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"When I have a master, my powers become insanely awesome, like omnipotent awesome. I can grant them three wishes, anything they want is basically theirs. The only wishes I can't grant are to bring back the dead, create love or to create more wishes. Without a master, I'm almost a normal human being... you know, just with the added bonus of magic and immortality."

Offensive:
Magic \\ This isn't the kind of magic from Harry Potter. Farah doesn't wave a wand, say an incantation and produce a spell. Her magic is simpler. All she has to do is will something to be and it is. Of course, without a master her powers are limited. She can summon weapons, clothes or other items from nothing (no bigger than herself), temporarily animate nearby inanimate objects, and and move small items with her mind. On her own she can't do anything too flashy, neither does her powers enable her to directly harm a human. Her magic is a golden colour. Her wrist cuffs (and ankle cuffs if she has them) will glow gold while she is using her magic. If her magic is aimed at an object, that object will usually be surrounded by the golden colour too.

Defensive:
Magic Shield \\ Her best defensive magic is in producing a magical shield that cannot be penetrated by magical, physical or mental means. As long as she's concious and has the energy to keep the shield up, no one can pass through. The shield is always the same colour as her magic, a glowing golden colour.

Extra:
Flight \\ Farah can fly at rapid speeds through the air. Be it simply hovering, or cruising through the clouds it is a handy trick to have, especially when you don't have a passport to travel on commercial flights. Again she will usually be surrounded by a golden glow when using her magic to fly, although this is much harder to see than when she uses her other magic.


Note: Her magic grows stronger when she has a master, but if completely freed from her lamp, her powers would increase to the same level.



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~ Extra ~
Role/description: When Farah became a genie she lost her family name, taking up the name of 'Djinn' instead. She has the vaguest memories of her life before becoming a genie, the impression of parents and siblings, but not a lot else. She has spent centuries granting other people's wishes or, when not a slave to a person's greed, growing bored within her lamp. Only a year has passed since her last master, a young man who wished for her to explore the world. With her lamp securely in tow Farah has done just that, amazed at all the wonders of the world. She does not want to return to service, so she guards her lamp dearly.

So begins...

Farah Djinn's Story

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Farah was over five hundred years old, and yet she was currently as excited as a teenage school girl. Throughout her long existence she had come across other supernatural beings, but this was the first time she would be meeting so many in such a small time period and all in one place. She wondered who they would be, what they would be and what they could do. She had heard of Glitch before, the fae-vampire who was even older than herself, but she had never met her. Her eyes focused on the forest beneath her, searching for a sign of the house that the invitation had spoken of. "I hope I like them." Farah thought to herself as she navigated around a troublesome area of turbulent wind, "I hope they like me." She added to herself, concern suddenly making her worry. She could count the number of true friends she had had in her life on two hands, a rather small number given that she had had almost six centuries of life. However, when you spend half that time locked away in a lamp and the other half at the beck and call of your most recent master... well, of course she didn't have all that much time to go out and socialise.

Down below a break in the trees caught Farah's eyes. She stopped her flight, hovering just below the clouds as she inspected the building below. It was a large house, complete with stunning gardens and a pool. The actual house itself was large and Farah hoped furnished comfortably. This had to be it, it was the only building in sight. Stifling a half excited, half nervous giggle, Farah began to descend. Rather than take a gentle spiral down to earth, Farah decided on a fast plummet. Within seconds she had reached the ground, only slowing up her descend at the last moment to touch down lightly on what she supposed was the front lawn.

Farah paused, not quite ready to enter yet. First she smoothed down her hair and clothes, since flying at high speeds has never been a good styling technique. Her hands gently touched the elegant, golden lamp tied to her waist, checking that it was still there. The lamp was her home and suitcase, it contained everything she had collected in her long life. Although she hated it and considered it as more of a prison, she had to admit that it was handy having something so small to carry so much stuff around in. Even so, she didn't want anyone to see it, so she pulled her jacket over top and then, taking a deep breath, she walked up to the front door.

Surprisingly it was already open, although Farah couldn't see anyone around. "Hello? Is anyone here?" She called through the door and into the entrance room. She slid the invitation out of her pocket and waved it into the empty space, "I got your invitation..." She continued as she stepped over the threshold. Her eyes scanned the room. No one was there and, apart from an odd shimmering in the corner, everything seemed normal. She frowned slightly and bit her lip, had this all been some sort of trick? Or was everyone hiding in another room waiting to pop out and surprise her? Perhaps she had got the wrong house, maybe there was another lonely mansion hidden in a a neighbouring woods?

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Adam looked down at the paper in his hand apprehensively. A mansion in the middle of a forest. What were the odds of that happening? And another thing, how in the world did this letter reach him? Adam was reasonably certain that at the last place he had been staying, no one had any idea he was a part Demon. He'd only lived there for a few months, for crying out loud! The only thing that brought Adam a small sense of comfort was the signature: Glitch. He'd heard of her, that was for sure. A fae-vampire mix who'd been around for probably forever, she was most likely trustworthy. But at the same time, it wouldn't be that hard to simply sign her name at the bottom of a letter.

But what if it was real? An actual home, a place where he didn't have to constantly worry about someone seeing his ears or making him angry or finding out his secret. And even if they did make him angry, at least they'd sort of know what to do. It would feel pretty good again to relax. He might even be able to make a friend or two. The letter hadn't exactly specified how many people had been invited, but it was more than him. Hopefully there would be at least one garden. Then again, all of this would only work if the invitation was genuine. For all he knew, an angry mob could be hiding in the forest waiting to stab him with pitchforks and burn him to death. That would be unpleasant.

And this was getting him nowhere. If he kept going back and forth like this, he'd still be on the edge of the road by the time night fell. Adam took a deep breath, stuffed the paper into his backpack, and walked past the first line of trees. So far, so good. He peered around carefully, trying to convince himself that everything was going to be fine. His heart was starting to beat faster and faster, an unpleasant feeling that he actively tried to avoid. Usually when his heart rate was up it was easier to provoke him into an attack. As Adam continued walking through the forest, his sense of uneasiness faded somewhat. If they'd been planning on killing him, they probably wouldn't have taken any chances and knocked him out right away. That was what he was telling himself, at least.

Adam could see the line of trees ending up ahead. He slowed down and looked out from behind one of the last ones. The sight of the mansion-it really was a mansion- took his breath away. This place was huge! And it looked like there were several gardens, which was a relief. Adam was about to step out when a girl suddenly descended from the sky and landed right in front of the house. He flinched and studied her closely for a few minutes. She didn't seem suspicious, far from it in fact. She could fly, so she must have also been invited to stay here. "Hello? Is anyone here? I got your invitation..." That settled it for Adam. He nervously smoothed his hair over his ears, an old habit, and began to walk towards the house. Before he got too close, however, he coughed to alert the girl of his presence. It wouldn't do any good to get himself killed or injured by startling a person with powers.

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Looking down at the letter once again as she walked, Raven had a few thoughts shrilling through her mind. It striked her as odd at first. It's not every day you get some invitation from someone you've never heard of asking you to come to a home where you can, quote-unquote, "be with others like you"; and that doesn't even mean other tesso's, but other people who just so happen to have supernatural powers.

Then it dawned, she's never gotten a real letter before from anyone, really. Always living in a cheap, dirty motel, the only spam mail she even got was via email. So, how could someone, even an other supernatural, find her yet alone multiple people? She, deciding it wouldn't be such a big deal, and if everything ends up going to hell, she packed a multiple pocket backpack and headed off from a dinky little motel off the side of a lonely, abandoned road, and headed off, paying her way we a few dollars.

Now being in the woods close that this place is suppose to be at, her keen sense of direction that she's pretty sure is from her "animal" side, she kept straight. Being in the forests once again, it was like coming home after a very long time. She had spent a few years living in the woods. Of course, around that time, she wasn't really a person, per say, but a rat. Either way, the forest was like a second home, though she doesn't really like the lack of comfort. And the weather is so sketchy.

Eventually in the midst of her thoughts, she came upon a large house, or mansion rather. Pausing mid-step, she couldn't help but marvel at the scene. Though she liked the sci-fi genre greater than fantasy, she couldn't help but compare the scene of the large building to the marvelous scene in a fantasy movie where something great could happen. Or, perhaps a horror movie like the cabin in the woods but with a large mansion full of people with extraordinary gifts. "Might as well start this before you change your mind." She told herself before she noticed some guy ahead of her. An eyebrow raised and a smirk appeared. It would be just her luck to meet some guy first. At least if it was a girl, she'd have some idea of how they might act. Guys were just...unpredictable and strong, where girls are just unpredictable and emotional.

Walking up behind him, she made a coughing sound to alert him. "Hey, you know how many more are in there?" She says loud enough to hear but not yelling. Then she thought she might as well show that she has the invitation, just in case it's going to be one of those types of things. "And what about these?" She held the letter up in the air slightly with a questionable look.

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Holding the cherry Popsicle to her lips, Vika glanced down at the letter in her hand. She stood at the edge of the forest with her katana case slung over her right shoulder along with her red canvas backpack slung over the left and another one, a purple one this time held in the same hand she held the letter in. The hound had one backpack filled with clothes and the other with her sketchbooks,comic's, and tech stuff. She was never the person go slug around with a whole lot of things but if she just couldn't part with her little nerdy things she loved oh so much. Vika bit a small chunk off her popsicle her feet starting to move as a few scents wafted past her nose but she never looked up from the letter as she read over it, only a mumble escaping her lips. " Welp, I'm not the first one here it seems."

When Vika got the letter she thought about the possibility of it being just a prank for a while but then she really started to think about it and maybe it wasn't? All in All Vika was curious and wanted to go check it out anyway not thinking of much beyond that but when she got to the forest that's when her mind pondered the question. Who sent the letter and why her? As the raven haired hound made her way over branches and leaves she stuffed the letter in her pocket continuing to suck on her popsicle that she seemed to enjoy a lot.

After a good long walk her icy orbs fell on a huge house that stood in a somewhat clearing of the forest with thick lush green all around it. " Whoa fancy huh?" She waved the popsicle lazily in her hand before pointing at the building with it. " Onward then!" she commanded as she came closer to the mansion. Once in the front she noticed two other people a dude and a chick. Vika walked up to them unable to hold back a small yawn before pressing what was left of the rapidly disappearing popsicle to her lips that were now tinted the same color as the popsicle. " You guys got the letter too?"

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The letter had arrived three nights ago, on the doorstep to the derelict warehouse Rain was currently staying in, and he ran his fingers over the shiny, gold lettering on the expensive paper. Michael Haart was blazoned across the top of the letter, and even just reading his real name made his lip curl with distaste. The contents of the letter hadn't interested him at first, hence why it had taken him three days to return to it. What did interest him though, and the reason he had returned to it at all, was that it was his real name scrawled across in the mocking gold writing, and as far as he was aware, no one knew that he was called anything other than Rain. The other question, of course, was how they'd found him. Rain could feel himself growing frustrated as he considered whether to go to this miracle holiday home. On the one hand, he knew it may well simply be some sort of trapped for people to catch him and test him - but then again, if they knew where he was living, he'd be with them already. On the other hand though...this invitation could be genuine, and Rain was never one to turn down anything if it was free.

Sighing, and growling, he crumpled the offending slip of paper and through it across the warehouse. It landed with barely a sound on the dusty ground. Frustrated and uncertain, Rain went to the corner where he had erected a sheet for him to live under. The space was tiny, but it had his blankets and his microwave (stolen, obviously) and it was almost always warm. He ate his last microwave meal, not bothering to cook it properly before he wolfed it down. Frustrated, he then curled up on his blankets and fell asleep.

Rain awoke several hours later, to a familiar, yet infuriating sound. He could hear the tapping of rain on the roof of the decaying warehouse, and he could feel the lower thud of rain striking his little shelter. "Fucks sake!" he cursed, reaching to grab the torch that he kept beside his makeshift bed. He shone it upwards, at the tarpaulin that was his only barrier between warmth and the rain, and a suspicious looking dark patch had gathered in the middle, which bowed dangerously low. Running a hand through his hair, Rain shrugged on a hoody and then a jacket, pulling the hoods of both up. He pushed his feet back into his worn boots, and took an old rucksack, which he then stuffed with clean clothes. There wasn't much to pack, really. He kept nothing personal. After packing enough clothing to last him a couple days, he rolled free of his little shelter and trudged grumpily over to the invitation. It was soaked with the rain, and he scowled as he scanned the fading letters one last time. He memorized the address printed on the bottom, and then dropped the paper again. He paused, shifting from foot to foot as he anxiously attempted to make a decision, and then exhaled slowly.

"Fuck it"

Turning on his heel at the behest of the familiar uncomfortable scratching of his back, Rain climbed the stairs that led up onto the roof of the wretched building he had just moments ago called home. Once he was outside properly, the cold struck him like a knife, and his namesake quickly began to soak him. Rain sighed, closing his eyes and forced himself to calm, even just a little. It took a moment, but soon he felt wings unfurling at his shoulders, and the welcome release that accompanied the sensation.He glanced back at them, and couldn't help but smile very slightly in anticipation of flight. The wings appeared solid, though were ethereal. The black glossy feathers seemed to resist the rain and shifted as though unaffected by the wind too. Of course, they didn't rip his clothes as they simply didn't attach directly to his back. Instead, they were simply bound to him, much like his shadow. He gave them an experimental flap, and then made his final decision. There was no turning back now. Rain raced towards the edge of the building, his feet hitting the puddled ground hard as he pushed himself forwards, and then dived off the roof of the warehouse.

Rain inhaled sharply as his wings opened, catching the air and bearing him into the sky as he rose from the dive. His blood pounded through his veins, adrenaline and exhilaration running through him like blood. He clutched his bag to his chest tightly as he altered his course, his wings dipping and shifting to accommodate the change of direction. Rain flew through the night, tiring slowly as he did, and then flew towards the rising sun for the beginning of the next morning. He began to wonder if this place really existed, and just as he was about to give up hope, a break in the blanket of green trees below him proved to be the building he was looking for.

The angel-like creature circled the area three times, searching for somewhere to land that wasn't too far from the building. He was tired, unused to flying such distances is such a short time, and his arms ached slightly from holding his bag so tightly, and catching it that one time he had dropped it. In short, Rain was feeling wet, cold, tired and sore, and certainly not in the mood to walk any distance to this so called haven. He'd seen the people below him, and couldn't recognize if they were 'like him' or simply humans, but right then, he didn't care. After circling the third time, Rain simply gave up. He alighted on the roof of the building itself, and walked down the stairs from there.

He found himself in a long hall, with doors every few feet or so. Moving to the first one, he listened, and hearing silence, eased it open. Inside was a bedroom, and Rain's relief was only second to his comic disbelief. A real bedroom. After spending six months in a dingy warehouse, a room with four distinct walls and windows and a solid roof was a luxury in itself. Rain stepped in slowly, looking around as his wings faded into his back once again. The bed (a real bed!) was made up, and the room itself seemed empty in it's neutrality, and he made the assumption that it wasn't occupied. There was another door set into one of the walls, which he opened, and his eyes opened in unbridled gratitude. A bathroom, with a bath and a shower and a toilet. Rain grinned and dropped his sopping bag next to his bed, and then pulled out his dryer clothes. He threw them onto the bed and then gleefully went into the bathroom, and indulged in a long, hot bath.

Rain was beginning to like it here. Warmed by the hot water, relaxed and at ease, he stepped out a half hour later, and put a towel around his waist before pulling on a pair of jeans. Walking bare foot and bare chested, Rain went back to the bed and began to sort through his clothes, his mind turning to who else might be here. He kept the door to his bedroom open, looking up at it often to look for other people.

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Cheyanne knew there were others in the house. Their voices echoed in the hall and she could hear some of the others. In fact one of them was in a room. A door was ajar and she wanted to go in to see who had joined her in this hallway. As she quietly made her way toward the room a voice called to her. “Excuse me!” Her feet stopped moving and she turned around. It was a woman who had called to her. She was quite pretty and around the same height as the phoenix. The firebird walked away from the room and toward the woman that had called out to her. “Are you Glitch?”. The blonde giggled a bit and then shook her head. A smile formed on her face. "Sadly no. But I would like to meet the host myself" she said. As Cheyanne was talking, she was examining the girl in front of her. Trying to figure out who she was, just by the way she stood. It failed, but it was worth a shot.

"Anybody here!?" The young woman turned her head toward the voice. More people. Her excitement level was high, you could see it in her eyes. She turned back to the red head. "I'm going to go see who else is here" she informed her. The firebird turned on her heels and started walking down the hall. She passed the room with the door that was slightly opened. Cheyanne would return to this room later. She didn't bother checking to see if the red head was following behind her, she just assumed she would. If not then it isn't her problem. Holding the railing, she made her way back down the steps toward the front door. So many people had arrived within moments of her own arrival. A flame burned in her eyes and a brighter smile formed on her face. She stood at the bottom step and looked at everyone. Although she wasn't Glitch, she was the first one here.

"Hi!" she said to everyone within ear shot. Quickly she decided to skip introducing herself to them. She didn't know them so her identity will remain a mystery. "I'm not Glitch, but as the first person here I thought I should let you know there are rooms up these steps." the fire bird said pointing up. "I just wanted to give a warm welcome. As a phoenix, I'm pretty skilled at that" she finished. The smile never dropped from her face and the flame still burned in her eyes. This new life she entered was going to be rather interesting.

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G L I T C H.

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Glitch knew, somewhere in her mind, that the majority of her invited guests would be arriving at her home at any moment, if they weren't already there when she finally reached the building. She appreciated punctuality above most else when it came to guests, and must've seemed a bit hypocritical at that point because she'd clearly stated that she wanted them at the house by 10am, and no later. She moved with an unspeakable swiftness, her feet light against the ground as she travelled through the forest, nimbly avoiding trees and streams on her way to the house. Behind her came the sound of paws thudding against the soft mud of the forest floor, a sound that she'd gotten used to over the passing months that Alexander had been in her care. He hadn't liked to be alone when Glitch went on one of her little scouting trips, so he'd often accompany her. Glitch had turned only her head, giving her a better view of the stunning black creature beside her. It was then that she realised how fast she was travelling, due to the fatigue in his eyes and the slight blur that his body carried as he went. A smile lined her lips.

Approaching the back entrance of the house, Glitch slowed herself to a halt and eyed the building, her head cocking to the side in an Avian-like manner. "I hear voices.. They must be here," she mumbled, her voice almost disappearing as she spoke. A pout had caused her bottom lip to push itself outwards until it was ahead of the other, and a frown lowered her eyebrows slowly. A sense of doubt filled Glitch's mind, causing her to think that they'd think less of her hosting abilities because she had arrived later than them; it wasn't entirely her fault though, she had gotten caught up in certain things. The feeling of a wet nose and masses of fur had brought her back to the present, and she found that Alex had nuzzled her arm lightly. Her expression changed almost instantly, from a sad frown to a smile as she let out a small giggle and shoved the male's head lightly. His eyes watched her for a moment, before she set off towards the door, opened it and stepped inside her home, carrying the lingering smile as she looked at each and every one of them.

In all honesty, there were less people inside than Glitch had thought there'd be, but she could sense others were around; outside or upstairs, but they were all there somewhere. "Apologies," she said as she walked further into the living room and across into the kitchen, which were joined as one, and set the plastic shopping bag on the counter beside the fridge, "somebody drank the last of the milk this morning, and forgot to tell me we needed more." To anyone that didn't know Glitch very well, it looked as if her mood had changed in a matter of seconds, her expression now a threatening glare as she turned to the brute sat on the far side of the room; he lowered his head with a whimper, but said nothing else. She chuckled as she finally let a smirk creep its way onto her lips once more, before she turned to the people in her house. "If you hadn't already guessed it, I'm Glitch. The Wolf, over there, is Alex. Welcome!" she exclaimed, somewhat enthusiastically. She placed both hands on the counter behind her, and jumped up to take a seat, her legs crossing. "Did you all find a room to stay in, or..?"



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Alexander sat away from the group that had gathered in Glitch's living room, his bright amber eyes watching their every movement. Due to his wariness and distrust of other people, he kept up his transformation (despite his fatigue) and would continue to do so until he trusted them enough. He always thought Glitch was tiny, but looking at the other people in the house - especially the men - had made him realise just how large he was. Even when sat down, he towered over all of them. Each of his paws were around the same size as an average human's head. If it weren't for the unusually high ceiling, he probably wouldn't be able to sit inside whilst in his wolf form, at least not without having to dip his head. And yet, regardless of his brutish capabilities and size, he would never imagine himself to be capable of going against Glitch. There was something about her that sent a shiver down his spine, but he loved her like a sister and wouldn't leave her side until one of them were dead.

He hadn't really been paying much attention to the conversation before he noticed that Glitch had mentioned the milk issue, and he lowered his head as a harsh feeling of guilt washed over him. It was only milk, but Glitch had a way of making him feel like he'd just killed her entire family. God only knows how she did it. Perhaps it was just his canine instincts, to be loyal to a human; it made him feel like the smallest thing he'd do wrong would be the end of their friendship, and he was extremely loyal to Glitch - no matter what. Unknowingly, a whimper had escaped his throat, his ears now pinned backwards as his head hung low. He hadn't seen her change of expression, and so he simply stood himself up, shook his pelt free of dirt and pretty much covered the living area in small pebbles and piecing of soil, before making his way outside to one of the gardens. It looked more like a field than anything. Alex loved to run around in it.

Now that he was a reasonable distance from any sort of supernatural creature (and Glitch would probably warn them if they tried to approach him), he let his wolf form drop. The Wolf's pelt was clearing of all fur as its body started to shrink in size and shift its shape from that of a wolf to a human. Unlike the many myths and legends regarding Werewolves, Alexander would return to his human form fully-clothed, though those clothes would be tattered and worn-out. Now back to normal, he ran his hand through his scruffy hair, before taking a seat on the grass beneath him. He let a small sigh break through his lips, but made no sounds other than that.

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VOLT

The sound of tires racing on the asphalt sent chills down his spine. There was no turning back now. Eli turned his head to glance wistfully at the spot his boss's car had been just a seconds ago and frowned slightly. John was apparently eager to get rid of him and never asked any questions about the strange location, only just helped Elias removing his luggage from the trunk of the car and hit the road. Now, staring at the long patch he had already hiked into the woods, the young, tall man trembled slightly, his hair a terrible mess, his hands, sweaty and slippery. He had been walking for several minutes now, carrying two heavy bags, his feet sore inside the shoes that were most certainly not made for walking long distances, and, deep inside, he felt like he had made the wrong decision. As always.
Of course he would be safer from things like storms and lightning, and certainly any bed they could manage would be more comfortable than crashing on the old, dusty mattress behind the cafe, but was it really worth it? This place, this house... He felt ambushed. A strange location, in the middle of the woods, prowling with with powerful beings, people who could actually be dangerous and capable of hurting him. And then of course there was a more basic, human fear of him; even if they were all harmless, he knew no one. He didn't want to feel lonely again. Sitting down, Elias felt overwhelmed by all of this. It was frustrating for him not having any control of the events yet to come. And what if he was the one to harm someone? After all, hurting people was the only thing his abilities seemed to be good for.
He heard a voice not so far from his position and a soft breeze caressed his exposed neck. He couldn't really figure out what the voice said, but it meant he should be a lot closer to his destination, whatever that was. Forcing himself to stand up, Volt continued walking. Complaining would do him no good, he decided, his only option now was to move on and, if he was doing so, do it properly. Practicing a friendly smile, he emerged into a wider area.
There it was. This had to be it. Surrounded by trees and a few people, there was an enormous white cabin. The smile on his face became a little more natural once his light, weary eyes lingered over the pool and gardens. Nevertheless, it quickly faded when he spotted a large silhouette, a black giant creature walking out the front door. Is this what he would be facing? Is that what the invitation meant by "others like you"?
After a few moments, after Eli could finally wipe the expression of shock out of his face, he gulped and approached the house. Not knowing what to expect, he cracked the door slowly and peeked inside to find a small group of people standing in the room. They didn't seem dangerous, so he let himself in and placed his bags on the floor. Apparently he had interrupted something. Only then did he notice his clocked showed fifteen minutes after ten. He was late. "I'm really sorry. I received this..." he said lowly, his voice fading. He blushed severely while waving the letter in the air.

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Adam was so focused on the girl in front of him that he didn't even realize someone was behind him until they coughed as well. He jumped slightly and turned around quickly. How could he have been so stupid? Anyone could have tricked him into coming here, snuck behind him, and knocked him out like that. He was going to have to be a lot more careful. But before Adam could jump to any conclusions about the person in front of him, who was also a girl, she spoke for herself. "Hey, you know how many more are in there? And what about these?" She held up an invitation, and Adam could tell it had most of the same writing on it as his had. He relaxed a little bit and shook his head. "Sorry, I have no idea."

When another girl stepped out of the forest from behind the newcomer, Adam was a little more prepared. But at the sight of three girls and no other guys, he began to worry inside. Had he gone to the wrong mansion? Was it like that one movie he watched with his mom one time where a boy was accidently sent to a girl's summer camp? That would suck big time. "You guys got the letter too?" Adam nodded and pulled his letter out of his backpack for proof. He scanned it quickly, but it made no mention of a girls-only or boys-only section. So maybe he was just the first guy to arrive or something? That idea gave Adam a small sense of comfort.

He studied the two girls in front of him, but nothing about them gave away what they were. Strangely enough, they actually looked slightly similar. But since they hadn't arrived together and didn't show any signs of recognition, it must just be a strange coincidence. Adam still wasn't completely comfortable being surrounded by three girls that he didn't know and was debating about taking off when he heard what was definitely a guy call out, "Anybody here!?" He gave a sigh of relief. Thank goodness. At least he wouldn't be completely alone in this. Adam looked at the three girls he was with, wracking his brain for something to say. Luckily, he was spared an awkward silence when yet another girl made an appearance. "I'm not Glitch, but as the first person here I thought I should let you know there are rooms up these steps." Actual bedrooms? This place was sounding better and better. His old place hadn't been a dump, but it was no mansion either.

Finally, Glitch appeared, along with a very large wolf. Adam could guess just by looking that it was probably a werewolf, and although Alex could be masculine or feminine, he was going to hope it was a male. Glitch welcomed everyone even while scolding the werewolf next to her. "Did you all find a room to stay in, or..?" Adam shook his head, but didn't say anything. Surely someone else would have the courage to speak up. It would probably be one of the two girls he just met. "I'm really sorry. I received this..." Adam looked towards the door and smiled inwardly. Another male. This didn't seem so bad now. Maybe most of the guys were just running late.

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SAMANTHA.
Once the blonde turned to walk down the hallway, Sam looked around searching for anyone else that may have arrived, but not spotting other people, she just rushed to follow the other girl. Is not exactly like she could go around asking people if they were Glitch. As they passed the room that had it's door half open, Sam peeked inside. Apparently, a lot of people had already arrived, which she did not expect. In her experience, people didn't often arrive at events at the time pointed in the invitation, but then again, this was not an everyday situation. That made her a little nervous; from the looks of that girl, and of the man that she had spotted inside the room, those people were confident and comfortable with this situation and had already made themselves comfortable, but she was just really a bit confused.

As they finally reached the front door, Sam stood a few steps before the phoenix as she introduced herself. Seeing all those people made her heart race and a broad smile wrinkled her nose. Maybe she was lost and confused but all those different faces gave her a reassuring certainty that, however this would work, it would be fun. Just as these thoughts entered her mind, someone else walked into the door and, after her, a enormous wolf. Sam's smile slowly faded from her mouth and turned into an expression of awe. Fascinating. They both were outstanding creatures. Although she should feel threatened by "Alex", as Glitch had introduced him, being a wolf and therefor a predator to her own original species, she actually felt rather compelled to him, but decided it wouldn't be a good idea to follow once he had left. Glitch, on the other hand, was glowing with confidence and power. She was just as charming and pretty as the phoenix, and her presence alone seemed to change the whole atmosphere.

As they all stood there, two more men arrived at the living room and everyone seemed to be waiting for someone to reply to Glitch's question, so Sam climbed down the last steps and approached her. "Hum, miss Glitch? Is there any room division we should know of?" she asked shyly. "I'm Samantha Porter, by the way, you can call me Sam. I received your invitation and, hum... Brought you something to thank you for it. Hope that's ok. I didn't know there would be a second host, if that's what Alex is, so I didn't get him anything. You don't have to wear it if you don't like it, I just thought..." she mentally shushed herself, deciding she had already said too much. It was common for her to ramble at times. Rapidly shoving her hand on the front pocket of her dark, loose jeans, she removed the necklace from it and offered it to Glitch, nervously observing her reaction.