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Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley

"Forget what hurt you in the past.. but never dismiss what it taught you."

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a character in “Marked for Death | Remake.”, originally authored by Ever, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description



Dakota Shiloh Kingsley



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Personal information and appearance.



| Preferred nicknames |
Dakota, Kota, Shiloh, Lilo or Bambie

| Age |
16

| Gender |
Female

| Face claim |
Nina Nesbitt

| Role |
Child

| Sexual preference |
Heterosexual

| Nationality |
An odd mixture of predominately British and Russian with some Italian, French and Irish.

| Secondary occupation |
N/A

| Hair colour |
A lovely shade of snowy gold.

| Eye colour |
Normally, they shift from their liquid amber to a cat-eye green.. but when Dakota activates her powers, they turn a rich shade of crimson.

| Height |
A petite height of 5'2



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Abilities



| Ability |
This unique girl holds a rare, and rather terrifying, power of Blood Manipulation. When using this power, Dakota can..
  • Prick her own finger (or any other digit) to use her own blood as a weapon. During this time, this particular "mutant" can choose the form that she wishes for her crystallized blood to take, be it a whip or a some type of melee weapon. It's quite simple for banishing the ability when she is through with it.. the blood will automatically flow back into her body as well as seal the wound instantaneously.
  • Heal at an alarmingly exponential rate.
  • Dakota can extract her blood to use as purification for herself, or others, as well as consume it for increased energy (others can also have the same effects).
  • Reproduce the life-force at a rather inhuman speed.
  • Have her blood flow into an enemy's veins to possess them. Of course, this is a rather tricky business to pull off.. for Dakota to control a person, her blood MUST be flowing inside another person. She can not simply just glance at someone and take ahold of their body. For one, coming in close enough contact with another being she deems as an enemy is a risky endeavor..but thats not the only posing complication. The more blood Dakota puts inside someone, the more control she will have. So, a tiny prick on their fingers won't allow for much manipulation.. a prick would be more like a whisper in their thoughts. If she wants to gain more control, this manipulator has to put more blood into a person.

But she cannot..
  • Simply send a peek over at someone and take full control of their bodies.
  • Control blood that is not connect to her body in some form (example: Dakota can not create bullets from her crystallized blood.)
  • Constantly use her power (it's quite tiring).

| Strengths |
  • Her flexibility and agility.
  • The power she possesses.
  • The blunt and cheery trait she holds.
  • Her sharp mind.
  • A selective eidetic memory.
  • Knows how to fight in hand to hand combat rather well.

| Weaknesses |
  • The people near to her heart.
  • Anything involving the destruction of nature.
  • Her amnesia.



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Personality.



| Likes |
  • Flowers
  • Vibrant colors and people
  • Music (any type really)
  • Tea
  • Sweet foods
  • The idea of co-existing
  • The ability to express who she is
  • Climbing trees
  • Testing the limits of her powers and body
  • Taking care of others
  • Protecting those she loves
  • Making other's smile and laugh.

| Dislikes |
  • Her power
  • Dull colors and people
  • Being restrained by normalities
  • Large bodies of water
  • Not being able to protect those she holds dear
  • Depression or negative emotions
  • Cheap or flavoured tea

| Fears |
  • Losing who she is and what she stands for.
  • Large bodies of water, as well as swimming.
  • Never knowing peace from the Hunters.

| Hobbies |
  • Painting, be it oil or water.
  • Sketching in her notepad.
  • Climbing trees.
  • Singing.

| Flaws |
  • Doesn't know how to ask people for help.
  • Always pushes back her feelings and well-being for those around her.
  • Rather weak in terms of sheer strength and brute force.
  • Her power, when in use for an extended period of time, causes her to become weakened.
  • Sometimes her bluntness acts as a doubled-edged sword.

| Quirks |
  • Twirls her hair when she becomes nervous.
  • Bites her lower lip when confused or deep in thought.
  • Sings to herself when she feels lonely.
  • Talks with a British accent.
  • Sometimes will start speaking in Russian or Japanese when she gets angry.

| Overall personality |
Dakota is definitely the type of free-spirit who readily wears their heart on their sleeve. Typically described as a caring and selfless person, she willingly jumps to other's rescue and without hesitation, exerts herself to be of assistance. Of course, Kota does tend to go overboard and will, more often than not, put herself in danger's way to protect those she cares about.. she'll even go to the length of shielding someone from a bullet if it comes to it. This has caused Dakota to be a bit reckless on occasions and having others be worried out of their minds for her well being. However; she truly means everything she does. When doing something, this girl puts forth the greatest display of effort possible, always believing that hard work will pay off (and more often times than not it has for her) in the end. She takes everything as a challenge and, sometimes unfortunately, deals with it head on. Blunt to a fault, Dakota can also have a bit of a temper should someone ever get on her bad side...and isn't afraid to say so if this occurs. Despite this, if she is extremely close to the person who upset her, she will bite her tongue and let them get away with it. Especially with those younger than her. This has caused Dakota to be known as a bit of a pushover when it comes to those she holds near and dear.

As a careless young woman, Dakota typically doesn't allow things to bother her much as they normally should and will, more likely than not, shrug whatever it is off. The idea or event would have to be really infuriating to her for her to snap and figuratively assault the person. Much to some people's confusion, the blood manipulator will be, at one moment, calm and composed then in another, fierce and without bounds. As such, this girl takes great care to work on lengthen her patience (which seems to be infinite unless under certain circumstances) to guard others against her biting words. The one thing she truly has trouble with is trusting others. There are only about four or five people she actually trusts, and will do anything to ensure their safety.

Generally, Dakota has a rather optimistic nature when she is feeling lively and often likes to tease people on occasion...namely her friends. Whether it's about their crush on someone or about a certain aspect of their appearance they like or dislike, Dakota loves to playfully take a jab at them. Of course she does it with care as to not upset them.. however; there are times where she can't help herself. Though that's not to say she is without grace. Dakota does retain some social etiquette when it comes to her elders or the persons she views as being "higher-up" and will often act more reserved when this occurs.

Though, one thing for sure is that Dakota isn't afraid to be herself or to make mistakes. She would rather be tied down to a rock at the bottom of the ocean than be restrained and restricted to certain things or to the idea of normality. If someone were to ask her to put up a façade or to adhere to be more normal, Dakota will immediately become defensive and rashly decline. She doesn't want to feel like a doll, being groomed and told what to do or say.. and she definitely does not want to be sheltered.

On a more light-hearted note, Dakota tends to call people by their given nicknames rather than their actual names simply because it is easier for her to remember.


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| Other |
  • Her brother is Jason Bloodstone
  • Other than her brother and her name, Dakota doesn't remember anything else from her past.

So begins...

Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley's Story

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton Character Portrait: Xiulan Qi
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Xiulan Qi "Stay close." Xiulan ordered as she lead a group of childern and like minded adults toward an old house. It was tucked away in the mountians, far from where any Hunters could find them.

She still couldn't believe what ths little girl said was true. "They are coming for us. They want to take us from our bedrooms and execute us in our sleep if we don't do what they say." Little Sydney Donovan had cried to her. Thankfully, Xiulan knew about the girl's ability, like everyone in the village did but unlike most, she listened very closely to what the girl said.

They all knew what the townsfolk had felt about the childern. It was a little unnerving, their abilites but they were just childern, with the proper training they could be taught how to use them, help protect the town but no. The townsfolk took the mindset of Salem and branded them all dangerous. It was sick. Xiulan wasn't about to let that happen.

Another child would not die, Not while she was alive.


So when Sydney warned her about the attack, Xiulan was prepared. Her and a few others, grabbed the childern and left the town of Morrin.

Xiulan took noticed of the house coming into view. "Just up ahead." She said and lead them up to house.

Once then she stepped inside and checked the house. It was relatively untouched and all clear.

"Alright, everyone inside. Quickly." She said, still unsure if any Hunter's were following.


Sydney Donovan Sydney clung to someone's hand as she and the other 'supernatural' childern were lead off by Ms. Xiulan. Sydney was a little intimidated by her but she knew she could trust her. That's why she knew to tell her about the vision. It wasn't a Destiny Vision. Those she couldn't change. It was a Choice vision. She saw them make the decision before they actually made it. They had a choice do or don't. Evidently, they decided on 'Do'.

Sydeny was so frightened at this point she could hardly move. If it wasn't for the hand she was holding. She wouldn't be going anyway. "Just up ahead." Xiulan said and Syndey saw the house coming up.

Pretty soon, Xiulan checked it out and rushed them all inside. Sydney rushed in quickly, never letting go of the hand she was holding, trembing a bit, still terrified.

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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Dylan Arniss.

Dylan looked up at Xiulan when she warned the group to stay close and said absolutely nothing in response. He was already trailing behind a little but he'd made it perfectly clear when the protectors found him that they had to keep their distance otherwise he'd be uncomfortable and would be more likely to lose his temper if they were approached by anyone else. They were just lucky he'd not threatened or attacked them at first; he might've done just that but he was so desperate for some positive attention that he jumped into their arms as soon as he was found. So here he was, moving into a house full of children like him and four adults that he wasn't familiar with.

However, despite his disliking for the other members of their so-called group, Sydney was the only one he could somewhat relate to in her fears and shyness. In fact, the poor kid was clung to him. Every now and then he would look down at her to make sure she was alright.

The woman spoke again but Dylan was too busy scanning their surroundings for any signs of the hunters, more specifically his older sister. He couldn't see her but he knew she was watching them from somewhere. 'I know you're there,' he mouthed in the direction of the forest. It seemed like the most obvious place she could hide at that time. Believe it or not, he knew his sister better than anyone, and knew exactly how her mind worked. Something like that would've pissed her right off.

They approached the building and naturally Dylan was one of the last to enter. The door was closed behind him and without so much as another word left to the rest of the group, he detached Sydney from his arm and attempted to smile at her, before leaving them all to it. He walked up the stairs and looked around curiously. Only one bathroom to be shared between all eight people in the house, and then four bedrooms. That should be fun. Although, if it was his choice, he'd choose to room with Sydney. She seemed like the type he could become friends with and hopefully learn from.

He picked out the bedroom he wanted and stepped inside. It was a plain room with two beds inside, both with grey and white covers. There were other pieces of brown furniture - basic ones - but that was pretty much it. The window was on the far side of the room, in between the two beds. He dibbed the one on the right side for himself, then leaned over and checked that the light switch was working; it was, but he turned it back off straight afterwards so he was sat in complete darkness with the curtains drawn. He closed the door before taking a seat on his bed.

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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Timothy Jones


Timothy was scared and he didn't know what was going on. He had been following a group of other kids for awhile now, and he was pretty sure they were in danger. Feeling he wanted to protect them, he grasped up at Dakota's open hand, knowing she was scared as well. If someone point out he was scared, he'd say he wanted to comfort Dakota. Though, he was terrified at this point and wanted to just go hide with a squirrel family or something.

Once they reached the house, Timothy released the hand he was holding and bolted inside. The first thing he saw was a table. So he bolted under that. He curled up in a ball and hid his face. Okay... So maybe it wasn't too bad showing your scared...

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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Kayleigh Arviss & Casper Morris.

As soon as Dylan started to look around she knew that he'd sussed out she was watching the group. He was just smart like that, which she had always hated about him. Not a whole lot could slip past him if he actually bothered to pay attention every once in a while. She managed to catch a glimpse of the words he was mouthing to her and a low growl erupted from her throat out of anger. She felt a hand on her shoulder but she knew who it was so she bothered not with Casper.

"When do we get to head in?" she asked, her voice still slightly hoarse from the growl. "As soon as they begin to trust me, Kay. Let's hope they drop their guard, 'cause it looks much more difficult than I might've thought." She nodded in response.

No sooner than that, he was gone. She turned around and allowed herself a small smirk. "Gets me every freaking time..." she muttered, before wafting the air where he was stood and deciding to just leave the 'Gifted Children' to it. He'd handle it from then on so there really was no point in her even being there.

Casper was stood inside the living room when a small boy darted inside and hid underneath a table. He left the kid to it and decided to just greet them as they all entered. "Welcome all!" he exclaimed, holding both arms up to emphasise his words. He lowered them slowly to his sides after a moment. "I see you all found the house alright? I hope it wasn't too difficult," he paused for a moment, "my name is Casper. I'm the owner of this here house."

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Character Portrait: Christine Gilbert Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Timothy Jones Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: James Whitton
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Xiulan Qi & Sydney DonovanXiulan heard a noise and as soon as she turned around, a young man stood in the living room. How was that even possible? The place was all clear. She checked it herself, there was no way he was hidden. Xiulan quickly dropped into her stance, Her arms raised, and her fists clenched. "Welcome all!" He said and she never once dropped her stance. "I see you all found the house alright? I hope it wasn't too difficult," He said and Xiulan narrowed her eyes. Who was this fool and where did he come from. This place was empty and had been for years. A Squatter maybe? No, She would have seen the place had been lived in. It wasn’t. It was than she felt arms going around her waist, she dropped her gaze for a moment to see a bushel of curly brown hair below her. Sydney. The girl scared easily, she knew that. ”I need you to step back, Sydney.” She told her and Sydney nodded, and did as she was told. She scanned the room for Dylan. She felt safe around him. This guy, she did not. She stepped back into James, she remembered him, the potter, she always wanted to see him make the vases and things. She clung to him until Dylan came back from wherever he was. ”Who are you?”Xiulan ordered. "my name is Casper. I'm the owner of this here house." He said Xiulan didn’t buy it for a moment. She didn’t trust him but she pretended to drop her guard by losing her stance. She still looked tense but she always did. β€œ How did you get in here than, There was no one here a moment ago, I checked myself.” she said and anyone that knew or knew of Xiulan, knew how meticulous she was. Nothing got past her...well except this man.

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A contented sigh escaped the snowy-haired teen as the undergrowth gave way beneath her booted feet, the soft rustle of the wind and chirp of the crickets causing her nervousness to melt away. The idea of being surrounded by the natural world had always done this to Dakota.. yet she never knew why. After all, how could one figure out what caused them happiness when all memories of the past have been eradicated? Flashing those amber-hued eyes around at the huddled group, Dakota gave a small sigh sensing their fear. It isn’t right.. for kids to feel this.. even the adults are filled with wariness. whispered her inner thoughts, the voice filled with a painstaking remorse. It was at this moment that a warm, and rather small, hand had slipped it’s way into her own, causing her to jump slightly. Sending a surprised glance downwards, it took the blood manipulator a few seconds to fully register the set face of little Timothy, a struggling facade of courage painted onto his features. Using the other, unoccupied hand, Kota lightly ruffled the child’s hair before continuing her walk. Every now and then, the teen would send a glance over at Jason, the one who was lagging in their group. It always happened in this manner; Kota would want to say something to the stranger.. but she could never bring herself to utter the words. With a resigned sigh, the teen turned her attention back to the path.


Following the older adults inside the parlor of the β€œabandoned” house, Shiloh sent a quick glance around. They, the protectors, seemed busy fussing over the other younger children.. perfect. Slipping into the outer circles of their huddle, the inhumanely-powered girl was making her way to the open door. Just a quick run. chastised her stern inner thoughts as her boots made contact with the porch. In a flash of an eye, Dakota was out and about, running like a wild child through the woods. A wide smile plastered itself onto her petal-pink lips as she weaved her way through the trees, adrenaline and freedom blossoming within her core. It was almost becoming a second talent to her.. slipping away unnoticed. And she sure as hell loved doing it. The chirps, the rustlings, the snappings.. every sound that came with being in the forest elated her mindset, made her heart soar, increased the feeling of being alive. Letting out a singsong laughter of happiness, Dakota finally slowed her pace to a slight canter as her breath now came in smaller pants, a slight rose coloring her cheeks. ”God… it’s been.. awhile.” came her soft, breathless muse as those tapered fingers snaked their way through the white-gold mane. She stood there for a few seconds in pause as the moonlight washed over her form, setting aglow each detail about her. To any observers, it would have looked like a painting, a photo of an ethereal being.. that was, until the specimen suddenly spun on her heels and abruptly bolted. Using her memory as a guide, Dakota made her way to their shelter, a sinking feeling filling her heart as the sight of a closed front door greeted her. Nervously biting her lower lip, plan after plan raced through her mind on how to get back in. I can’t very well waltz through the front door.. I would never hear the end of the safety talks Xiulan gives.. contemplated the resonating voice, nervousness quite evident. All seemed hopeless… that was until she spied an open window and a tree growing next to it.


With a feline grace, Dakota managed to nimbly leap through the open window and onto a countertop. Landing on crouched feet, her right fingers lightly supporting her squatting stance, teen let a small smirk grace her features. It took a few seconds for her to fully register where she was, a slight frown painting itself onto her lips. ”A.. kitchen? What the hel-” Abruptly, her words were cut off as her now cat-green gaze travelled upwards and landed on the figure of a young man.

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Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: Jennova Rachel Ernstine Character Portrait: Casper Luke Morris Character Portrait: Dylan James Arviss.
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Casper Morris.

Casper let out a soft sigh as he closed the cupboard door. It was then that he heard Xiulan's command to not let the children be alone around him. He rolled his eyes at that. Something told him that he'd have to watch out for that one; she seemed quite attached to the children. I should've figured I'd have some trouble here, he thought, before shaking his head disapprovingly and making his way towards the door. However, before he could reach it, he heard the soft thud of feet on the countertop and he frowned a little as he turned.

"A... kitchen? What the hel-" the young girl cut her sentence short, seemingly when she noticed him staring at her. He was fighting the urge to tell her that she looked much prettier up close, but decided against it for obvious reasons. There was a lingering silence between the two of them, before Casper clapped his hands together. "Well, allow me to introduce myself," he said with a charming grin, "my name is Casper Morris, owner of this here house, and a very popular street magician." He took a pause as he walked a little closer. He held his hand out to her. "And you are?"

Dylan Arviss.

Dylan had just about managed to reach the stairs when Sydney just stopped in her tracks. He felt her hand tighten around his and her irises started to shift from chocolate-brown to white. He didn't know her well enough to suss out what was happening so he just decided to sit back and watch. He only needed to call someone if he thought she was in danger, and so far she seemed fine. After a long moment, Sydney let out a gasp and her eyes returned to their usual colour. She stumbled over to him and he held his arms out to catch her properly.

”He’s nice. Xiulan is wrong about him," she said and he frowned slightly upon hearing it. Despite Sydney's obvious liking for this new magician guy, Dylan was still wary of him and was pretty sure he couldn't him. "I wouldn't tell Xiulan if I were you, she'd have a hissy fit," he said, his voice monotonous, before he looked over to the living area where everyone was stood. "I need to lay down," Sydney continued and he nodded. "Let's get you to bed then, kiddo."

He shifted her so that he had one arm wrapped around her whilst the other held a soft grip on her hand. He lead her up the stairs and into his bedroom, before directing her over to the bed on the left side. With any luck, she'd like staying in the same room as him. She was the only person in the entire group that he'd be able to feel somewhat comfortable sleeping in the same room as. Once she was in the bed, he pulled the blanket over her until it reached just above her chest. "Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

Kayleigh Arviss.

Kayleigh was casually walking through the near-empty streets of Morrin when she noticed a large sign that said 'Freeze Joint' and hung above the door to a bar. She knew exactly who owned this bar. Another Hunter, like her. A sly smirk darkened her expression, before she decided to enter the bar behind a large group of people. She went straight to the bar and took a seat on one of the stools, trying to ignore the stairs she was getting off of the guy beside her. Eventually, she turned her head and he flashed her a devilish grin, to which she replied with a smile.

"Hey," he said, almost with a flirtatious tone to his voice. "Not interested in what you've got, mate, but good try." Kayleigh had to fight off the urge to giggle at his expression of puzzlement. If there was one thing she loved about bars, it was drunk men. She had no sexual interest in them but it was funny to watch them make drunken attempts to flirt with her.

After a moment, she turned to Jennova with a genuine smile. "Hey, Jen, how's business?"

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Typically, the first thing most girls would have done was stare, was analyze and size up whatever guy they saw. However, this particular girl was different.. in fact, her attention seemed to be more preoccupied with something else. Sending a quick flick of those inhumanely green eyes around the figure of this young man and into the stretched hallway, Dakota finally let out a small sigh. Good.. no one seems to be down there.. that means they didn't see me. came her gleeful thoughts as her gaze flickered back to the new figure. Flashing him a surprisingly bright smile, a smile that any model would kill for, Dakota slightly nodded her head backwards as a piece of her bangs started to fall in front of her left eye. Intently, she watched as he lightly clapped his hands together and painted a rather charming, and slightly devilish, smile on his face. "Well, allow me to introduce myself, my name is Casper Morris, owner of this here house, and a very popular street magician."

Kota couldn't help but blink in mild surprise as he introduced himself. A magician..? Casper as in the ghost? Owner of this house? came her jumbled thoughts, humor lightly tinging the words. However, her train of thought was interrupted seeing him take a a few steps towards her. Normally, anyone else would have been cautious.. normally, anyone would have screamed seeing a stranger in a house that was suppose to be abandoned. However, Kota being who she is, thought little to nothing of his presence. After all, she was more than capable of fending off whoever she deemed a threat. Eyeing the hand that was being held out to her, the palm face up, Dakota lightly slipped her own tapered one onto it. The contrast between the sizes and skin tones was, not surprisingly, large. After all, Kota was quite doll-like to whomever she was compared to.. it was just her nature. "And you are?" came Casper's next words as the supernaturally powered girl lightly leapt from the counter, a feline-esque grace quite evident in her movements.

Finally, the girl spoke, the smile never leaving her gardenia-hued lips. "I'm Dakota Kingsley.. apparently a squatter here and well..." floated out her words, a singsong quality to them. Letting out a soft chuckle, the girl retreated her hand from his before glancing up at him. Kota, always being quite short, was made even more so when compared to this man, the one named Casper. But other than that, she would be lying if she denied that he was rather attractive and charming. Not to mention the slight British accent that leaked into his voice, much like her own. It was then, as she was memorizing his features, that Kota realized there was a silence that had stretched between the two .. not necessarily a bad one but still a silence. Raising an eyebrow in amused curiosity, the blood manipulator finally teased lightly. "So... 'Casper the Ghost' has taken up magic, eh? Finally retiring from the television I see..Would you be willing to show me some, Mr. Ex-Beloved-Childhood-Character?"

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Character Portrait: Kayleigh Jamison Arviss. Character Portrait: Sydney Donovan Character Portrait: Dakota "Shiloh" Kingsley Character Portrait: Jennova Rachel Ernstine Character Portrait: Casper Luke Morris Character Portrait: Dylan James Arviss.
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Dylan.

Dylan was just about to leave Sydney to rest when he heard her speaking. "Dylan," she said and he turned to her, one brow arching slightly as she sat up. "Why do they hate us so much?" He could honestly say that the question had caught him slightly off guard and he didn't quite know how to answer it. He was considering going to tell Xiulan about this but decided against it. He couldn't rely on the Protectors to do everything for him. No, he wouldn't rely on them. "The townspeople, the Hunters... My parents..." she continued, "I don't understand." Just the sight of her crying was enough to soften Dylan's constant emotionless expression into a sad frown.

"Sydney," he said quietly as he walked over to the bed and slipped into it. He wrapped his arms around her and lay down, taking her with him. He stared up at the ceiling as he finally started to think about his answer to her questions. "People don't like things that they can't comprehend or control. They know that they can't order us around like they can with other people and it frightens them, so they hate us and do whatever they can to kill us." He let out a small sigh. "I don't understand why you're being brought into this... You do no harm to other people, whereas the rest of us can be seen as dangerous. You somehow got caught up in it, that's all."

He tightened his hold on her as he leaned down to nuzzle the top of her head. "We have only our own kind now, and there's not a whole lot we can do but survive," he took a pause, "hopefully the humans will see that you are no threat and accept you back as one of our own. I fear the rest of us will not get that chance."

Casper.

Casper held onto her hand and watched her with a smile as she dropped from the counter, very skilfully I might add. "I'm Dakota Kingsley.. apparently a squatter here and well..." her voice trailed and Casper cocked an eyebrow, although it lowered itself slowly when he felt her unusually small hand slip from his. "Ah, Dakota... Interesting name, I must say," he commented as he slowly lowered his arm to his side. After that there was a lingering silence between the two of them but Casper didn't feel uncomfortable in the slightest, in fact he had taken this moment to study the girl properly. She was fairly short compared to his unusual height of 6'10" but she was still quite attractive nonetheless.

"So... 'Casper the Ghost' has taken up magic, eh? Finally retiring from the television I see... Would you be willing to show me some, Mr. Ex-Beloved-Childhood-Character?" she joked. Casper had to fight the frown that was creeping onto his brows. You wouldn't believe how often he would have to deal with Casper the Friendly Ghost jokes throughout his childhood and even to this day apparently. He bit his tongue to stop himself from commenting on that, and decided just to focus on the girl's request.

"Tell another Casper joke and I show you nothing," he threatened playfully, before pulling a pack of cards from one of the inside pockets in his jacket. He pulled the deck from its packet and then pulled a black pen from his pocket. With the hand that held the cards, he spread them out and held them to her, as he did with the black pen. "Pick any card from this deck, write your name on it, fold it into four and place it between your lips."

Kayleigh.

"Well it's going..." Jennova took a small pause and Kayleigh frowned slightly as she tried to follow her gaze, "very boring. I think I have found a distaste towards all men now." She let out a chuckle in response, before she ran her hands through her hair and leaned on the counter, putting her weight all on her elbows. "Oh, c'mon, you don't mean that," she joked, "besides, even if you were to change your preference, you'd probably attract the same amount of attention. You'd be surprised how many women can be as pig-like as men when it comes to being attracted to someone like you."

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A slight smile appeared on Dakota's lips hearing him comment on the oddity of her name while an amused glint appeared within those now amber orbs. However, she said nothing in comment as the comfortable silence was shattered by his words."Tell another Casper joke and I show you nothing," came his threatening, yet playful, tone as one hand slipped inside his jacket. Cocking an eyebrow at him, Dakota response came with a teasing smile, "I thought you were suppose to be friendly.. But alright.. no jokes, I promise." Secretly the teenager had crossed two tapered fingers behind her back.. there was no way she was letting him off the hook that easily.

Interested, the blood manipulator observed as Casper slid the deck from it's packaging before retrieving a black pen. "What on Earth..." came the British teen's soft muse as he spread the cards in a fan-esque motion. "Pick any card from this deck, write your name on it, fold it into four and place it between your lips." rang out the magician's confident words, the tone almost nudging her to do so. Looking at him in bewilderment, Kota had randomly chosen a card from the deck, the Queen of Spades, before scrawling her name in cursive. Sending a peek up at him through a sideways glance, Dakota folded the card into fours before placing it securely between her lips. Looking at him, an eyebrow raised, her expression said it all; Now what?

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Casper Morris.

Casper waited for a moment while she did as he had told her to and once the card was folded and placed within her lips, he too picked a card at random. He took the pen from her and wrote his name down on it, his handwriting surprisingly neat for a guy. After placing the cards and the pen down on the kitchen counter, he folded the card - eight of spades - he'd written his name on into four and did the exact same thing by placing it between his lips. Slowly and a little warily - because he still had no idea who this girl was, what she was capable of or how she would react to this - he stepped forward and his hands moved to meet hers.

Once he had gotten a firm but gentle grip on her hands, he lifted them so that they were held out in front of her at around chest-level. "Close your eyes," he ordered as he did so. There was silence then, but it only lasted for a moment or so, before he opened his eyes and let her hands fall to her sides once more. He plucked the card from his mouth and unfolded it to reveal a Queen of Spades card which 'Dakota' written in italics across it, the exact same card she'd placed between her lips. If she were to do the same, she'd find the card that he had first placed in his lips.

Sure, it wasn't the most dazzling of tricks and it really didn't take a lot for him to master. In fact, that was one of the first tricks he had learnt as a budding magician, but it did well to confuse most humans and leave them sort of awestricken. "Cool, right?"

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Dakota had crept up onto her tiptoes, curiosity shining brightly in her peering gaze as she struggled to see what card he had picked. Of course, it was expertly hidden from her view..much to her annoyance. Giving a small huff of slight agitation, the petite girl shifted her position until she was, once more, flat on the ground. It was then, as her mind was racing to figure out what this magician had just done, that his sudden movement caught her eye. Casper was moving at a rather slow pace, wariness and caution displayed rather clearly in his movements. So he is uncomfortable around me. echoed her disappointed, and just slightly bitter, thoughts as he suddenly stepped forward.

A small jolt rattled Kota's small frame at his sudden contact, quickly jerking herself from her wallowing thoughts. "Sorry.." came her embarrassed murmur as he positioned their hands to hover around her chest-area. "Close your eyes." came his demand, silence stretching between them. Raising an eyebrow, once more, in question, the teenager reluctantly lowered her eyelids. Abruptly, their contact was broken as her hands fell, almost dejectedly, back to her sides.

"Cool,right?" rang out his voice, queuing her to open her eyes. Instantly, those impossibly green orbs flew open with confusion, flickering around the kitchen. "I didn't see any-" her disappointed explanation was cut off seeing a card held between his fingers, the Queen of Spades.. with her name delicately scrawled across the front. Giving a blink of shock, the teenager quickly snatched the folded up card from between her lips before slowly unfolding it. Sure enough, there was a card with Casper written, rather neatly she admitted, on the back. Glancing up at the magician then back at the card before returning her quizzical expression on him, Dakota could help but fall speechless.

After a few moments of pause, the blood manipulator finally spoke with an incredulous tone. "So.. are you going to tell me how you bloody did that? Or am I going to have to guess because "a magician never reveals his secret"?". That amused smile painted it's way back onto her gardenia-colored mouth as she glanced back down at the defaced card. "I can see why you're popular.. want to see a magic trick I can do?"" came her devious words, a light-hearted seriousness now in her voice.

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Dylan glanced quickly across to look at Sydney when she positioned herself to look down at him but he quickly averted his gaze back up to the ceiling. He could quite openly admit that Sydney knew more about his past than anyone, especially in so much detail, except for Xiulan who just so happened to be the one who found him first and was pretty much the only one out of the police that were sent to his house that actually pitied him, even though his parents lay mangled on the floor and he was sat there covered in blood.

She saw something within him at first glance than anyone had ever seen in him. Not even his sister - who had been evacuated from the building before him - saw in his eyes what Xiulan did. It was then that he felt oddly grateful to have someone like her around for him, to care for him and attempt to keep him in line. He figured that if he should ever be assigned a protector, she would be the one who he would feel most comfortable around. Plus, she seemed fairly quiet and he just knew that she wouldn't pester him for conversation like the others might. He could finally enjoy some peace and quiet with her around.

Dylan listened intently to Sydney's words and he nodded his head along. He knew full-well that his powers were autonomous and wanted to protect him, that the killing of his parents was never truly his fault and that they practically deserved what happened to them, but just the idea that the death of his parents was done by him - or his powers - was an extremely scary thought, and he couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for it.

"Sydney," he said softly, just after she made a comment about not being able to protect herself properly with the abilities that she held within her. He knew as well as she did that she couldn't keep herself safe from hard merely with psychic visions alone. "I will keep you safe," he said, his hand taking hers and holding a soft grip on it. "I'd sooner throw myself off of a bridge than have to live knowing that I couldn't do a thing to protect you, so I will train myself to recognise you not as an enemy but as someone that my abilities must also protect." He sat up some and pressed his forehead gently against hers, his eyelids slowly lowered to cover his eyes fully.

"...I promise."




Casper watched Dakota with a small smirk on his lips as she quickly tugged the card from her lips, presumably to check if her name was written on it or his, and the smile broadened on one side into a smirk when her expression changed from one of slight confusion to another of utter disbelief. It was exactly that reaction that he loved to see from those who took an interest in his illusions, and it gave him such pleasure to know that he was the one who had caused it. Words could not describe the feelings he felt when he saw the stunned but slightly quizzical expressions of other people, especially those who claim to be 'non-believers'.

"So.. are you going to tell me how you bloody did that? Or am I going to have to guess because 'a magician never reveals his secret'?" she asked but he needn't bother to reply to that because she'd basically just answered her own question, in a sense. As a magician who made his money off of puzzling others, it would be a bit stupid for him to explain how each trick was done, because then the illusion wouldn't be as... magical, for lack of a better word. People mainly went to see a magician to be tricked and left awestruck, wondering how on earth what they'd just witnessed could have possibly happened; telling people the secret behind the tricks would remove surprise, hence lessening their interest in magic as a whole.

If people lost interest, he lost money.

It was then that Dakota spoke up again, her puzzlement having shifted towards an almost mischievous smile. He raised a lone brow. "I can see why you're popular.. want to see a magic trick I can do?" she asked and his smirk returned some as he set the unfolded card back down on the kitchen counter. "You've peaked my curiosity now," he said, his voice dripping with a certain playful quality that most did get to hear, "so yes, I would love to see if you can leave me as puzzled as you were merely moments ago."




Kayleigh couldn't help but chuckle light-heartedly when Jennova made a comment about women being worth it due to their attractiveness. They certainly are, she thought, a warm smile creeping onto her lips without her even realising it. She was snapped from her thoughts when she heard the sound of wood tapping against wood and her eyes settled curiously on a box that had been placed in front of her, before glancing back up at Jennova for a moment. "On a new subject, you know that friend I have that works on bullets? Well, he's come up with a strange new type of bullet," she said and Kayleigh raised a lone brow, slightly confused. She'd heard about this 'friend' several times before but the guy still remained a mystery to her. "...Okay?" she mumbled.

The bullet that had been presented to Kayleigh looked like no other bullet she'd seen before. This one was transparent, holding a strangely-bright blue liquid inside of it. It truly was a sight to behold, but the question was what did it do exactly? Jennova spoke again and this time she had Kay's full attention. "I suppose you could say he likes movies too much and decided to get a fellow scientist to give him some kind of new formula," she said with a shrug. "He also wants me to try it out. I figured you'd want to see what it does." Kayleigh nodded her head. "You were right about that, Jen," she said in agreement but didn't press the issue any further. "Also, I never really paid attention on if you like guns, personally I think this Governnment Rebel should put this liquid on a blade."

With a smirk, Kayleigh moved her hand to Jeni's and warily took the bullet, actively ignoring the stares she was receiving from the guy sat a seat or two away from her. "Well, it's not that I don't like guns 'cause they're quite useful at times, but I just never got the chance to use one for real," she mumbled as she turned the bullet around to inspect it from all angles. She figured it must've contained something that weakened the so-called Gifted Children, and she hoped to God she'd get the chance to use it one day, especially on the little bugger she called a brother, the boy who had single-handedly killed both of their parents and had almost allowed his 'abilities' to do the same to her. All trust she bestowed in her brother was gone as soon as the police arrived and took her away from the bloody scene.

"Have you showed these to Eli, Casper or any of the others yet?" she asked after a moment of silence. "I'm sure they'd love them."