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Falcon

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a character in “Mutant Rivalry”, as played by yogitheambrangyl

Description

.:Name:. Falcon, he ran away when he was young and long since forgot his last name.

.:Age:. 17

.:Grade:. Junior

.:School:. Sun Shadow High

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.:Description:. His hair is not quite shoulder length but reaches a little down past his ears. He finds it pretty easy to manage; only having to sweep his fingers through it to comb it and get it to lie where he wants. The color isn’t black and isn’t grey. Certain strands of his hair are an ashy color, the rest black, giving his hair the illusion that smoke is crawling across his head. This is even more prominent when he is fighting; his quick movements making his whole body seem made of smoke, which it almost is.
His build is that of a regular teen boy, he has the lean muscle that makes him strong. But he is built thin and tall almost six feet, he has light bones and muscles stretched thin making him fast, and light on his feet. This helps him in fights, allowing him to use both brute force and quick movements to bring down enemies. His hands are large, able to grab onto something and hold tight until he decides to let go, or he is unconscious and someone pulls the item from his firm grasp.
His clothes are pretty normal, as he doesn’t care too much about his looks, more about what’s comfortable instead of something stylish. His attire consists of either plain muscles shirts or loose baggy T-shirts, these are easy to move in and allow him to move quickly. His pants generally have many pockets so he can carry random items, switchblades, pocket knives, and other small items he could use in a fight if he gets caught in a bad spot.

.:Personality:. This part of him is very confusing. His moods are easily swayed and he is very quick to react. Simple things will get him entertained, and keep him busy for hours, like finding a badly knotted length of string will keep him busy until he either gets frustrated or figures it out. He loves running fast, and flying fast, feeling the wind on his face and objects around him whooshing past. When he is in a good mood, he is quite calm and loves to joke around with people, although some of his jokes tend to cause someone to get hurt, or beaten down if only in a sparring match. He loves to show off what he can do and likes winning in whatever he does, but if he does lose...well it depends on his mood whether the victor will get a beat down later or a pat on the back.
When he is mad, he isn’t just mad; he gets into a rage and sometimes wrecks almost anything in his path. Light anger will get him beating on you until someone has to pull him off. His beatings aren’t just a few punches, usually his victim will end up in the nurses office and sent home for a week or two. You don’t ever want to get on his bad side, his enemies end up hurt if they are in his vicinity. If you do make him an enemy, make sure to give him space as he will go after you if you annoy him, and people he doesn’t like, annoy him more easily than others do.
People who stay on his good side, and those he sees as close friends, are those he would protect at the risk of his own life. He will do almost anything he can to make sure that they stay out of harm’s way, and if he can’t he makes sure that their abuser gets hurt worse than they did. He is extremely loyal to those he has known for a long time and will gladly fallow someone who has their intentions in the right place and aren’t in our face snotty. Stuck up kids he hates the most.
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.:Extracurricular Activity:. He wouldn’t normally want to be a part of a team or work with many people but he did get into wrestling and track.

.:Mutant:. He is a mutant. It is quite obvious because of the large wings he has firmly on his back. Each wing is about as tall as he is, making his wing span over twelve feet long. His longest feathers are the length of his forearm, the smallest feathers are close to his back and are almost pure fluff, and they are as soft as clouds. He would know since he has touched them before. His right wing is an off white color, more like white smoke from a fire. His left wing is dark, almost black; it has a shade more like the black ashes from a fire. He is most defiantly able to fly with them.
An ability that he doesn’t use that often but seems to fallow him is what most people would mistake for as shadows. He doesn’t mind too much that people think he is associated with shadows, but he feels better if people actually know that it is actually smoke. He is able to cover himself with smoke, fog, and almost make himself disappear in the stuff. He hasn’t been able to do much else, but he has been working on making himself into smoke, and so far all he is able to do is soften the blows his if gets in a fight.

.:Strengths:. Because of his wings, he is able to fly. This helps a lot with travel, and making sure you have a fast way of getting out of a bad situation. He is able to move fast, but also deliver strong blows to anyone he needs to. Because of the smoke, he is able to keep himself almost completely hidden when he wants to be.

.:Weaknesses:. Also because of his wings, he has a hard time blending in with people. The most effective way for him to do so is to wear large sweatshirts, but those don’t always work and not all normals know about mutants to be comfortable with him there. He has learned to live on his own away from people so they wouldn’t be too curious about his wings.
His bad temper gets the better of him sometimes; he will fall into a rage and not be able to be calmed down. When this happens his vision is pure red, and he fights on pure rage. He can easily be taken down if you are a smart fighter. Almost the only way to get him out of a rage is to knock him unconscious or wait until he has gotten tired and collapsed exhausted.
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.:Other:. From keeping the smoke close as a barrier he had a few rumours going around the town that there was a ghost, or an angel because of the wings, in the forest nearby.

So begins...

Falcon's Story

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Kyren Alexander Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Falcon

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Falcon

The smoke spread along the ground like fingers reaching out slowly to grab something that was just within their grasp. The feather soft tendrils spreading along the roots of the trees and across the ground. His footsteps were silent like as if he were a ghost, which the smoke and fog made him appear to be. He glanced around at what he considered to be “his” trees, he never saw anyone come this far into the forest anyway, no one else was there to claim them. He didn’t really feel like leaving them, he like the isolation too much, the quiet, the dark, the forest itself. But he knew that that woman would be back later that day to make sure he went, he wasn’t too sure why she hadn’t been scared, or why she kept coming back though he continued to try and avoid her. She always found a way to find him, get him to say a few words at least, and in the end, tell him that she had called a place she had heard about and would come back to make sure that he went. He didn’t want to go this place, she had called it Sun Shadow High. To him, sun and shadow shouldn’t be in the same sentence let alone in basically the same word, and he had heard of high school but he didn’t want to go, there were too many people, crowded into the same room, plus even more all put in the same building, he didn’t know if he could take that many people squeezed into the same space.

He figured he had better go, he didn’t want to be late, which he most likely already was, but he didn’t know what it would be like, and he had to sometime before the woman came back. He looked up at the sky, the fog-like smoke curled around the top of the trees, making it look like there was a constant overcast, but he knew different, he rarely let himself out of it nice embrace, he had bad experiences when that happened. The sky was bright, meaning it was sometime in the morning still, he should have eaten something also, but he could wait, he would find something later if he had the time. He rolled his shoulders a little, relaxing them. From behind him he heard a soft swish, the brush of feathers and he glanced at the now spread wings, smokey white to his right, and charcoal black on his left. A small smile tugged at his lips and the wings pushed down in one swift stroke, sending him into the air.

He found the place easily enough, the woman’s directions were simple, and he could make it in a shorter time than most would, he stayed to the trees though, still not sure what to expect or how things would turn out. He let his feet touch down on the ground, not making a sound and letting his wings fold back against his back. He glanced around, he stopped when he heard voices, there was some type of commotion going on and he headed towards that, not that he was positive why, he didn’t really want to be near people anyway. He stopped within the tree line, close enough so he could see and hear what was going on, but not close enough so that people saw the smoke that came from him, giving him the appearance of a ghost. He watched the people going back and forth, a boy with dark hair and tail, a girl with redish hair and tail, and a woman, leading them both off to the side. He blinked, the tails caught him off guard, definitely not what he was expecting, his feathers ruffled in response.

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Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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The figure blinked, her ears twitching as they picked up a soft rustle of bird feathers. She would have just brushed it off as being a normal bird, but this sound was off, too many. She turned, the shadows slipping over her shoes and twisting along her legs up to her knees before dispersing into the air and reappearing on the branch she was crouched on. A wicked smirk played on her face. Even better. The fem thought silently to herself, raising up her bow, her arm muscles tensing as she pulled back the well-maintained sinew, notching an arrow.

The darkness at her feet jumped up almost enthusiastically, collecting onto the arrow and trying to change it into shadows itself. The girl frowned, her eyes piercing the darkness and it dripped away from it. I can't have my energy sapped so much like that. However.... A small fang protruded from her lip as that smirk reappeared. The seeping jet-black substance then reattached to the girls arrow, and she quickly re-positioned herself. He was even so close too.

The arrow slashed silently through the air, heading straight for its target: the boy with the wings. The shadows remained steadfastly to the weapon, and it notched straight into the tree bark centimeters from his ear. The femme merely tilted her head with glee, then quickly jumped to the next tree, the branches shifting. Meanwhile, the shadows on the arrow dripped down the rough texture of the tree, amassing at the boys feet while dissolving the arrow so no evidence would be found. It began to twist along his feet, attempting to pull him into cover. The girl waited patiently, hoping he wouldn't strain against them and break the bond she was so tediously nurturing.

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Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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Falcon

He was watching the people, feeling comfortable within the trees. Granted these ones weren’t his trees, they belonged to the school here; the others in the school had access to them, came and went as they pleased within the trees that circled the building. He wasn’t sure he liked the fact that others would be in the place that he felt the most comfortable. Apparently he was too comfortable in these trees as an arrow abruptly lodged itself in breaths length away from his ear. He jumped back from the tree as if it had bitten him, he took two steps back from it, keeping his eyes trained on the arrow long enough to see shadows dissolve it. He knew the difference between shadows and smoke that he let trail around at his feet. Shadows were much darker, sometimes stickier, and always more menacing. But he found comfort in them almost as much as smoke. Smoke was light, and soft, but also heavy and sometimes thick enough to choke you.

He felt a slight tug at his feet, something pulling him into the concealment of the trees. He looked down at his feet; shadows were crawling along his shoes. He complied, he didn’t mind going farther into the tree line, being in the confines of leaves and grass and plants, where things were quieter and less crowded. He brushed his hair to the side, the black strands almost immediately falling back into place, the grey strands strewn randomly making it look like smoke was crawling across his forehead. He let the scene of the people disappear from his view, just fallowing the slight tugging of shadows at his feet, leading him somewhere, but where that was, he did not know.

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Ariana Wells Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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A smirk pulled her lips up as she noted he was coming along willingly. The shadows obediently kept pulling him along until he was into a very small clearing of sorts. Then they suddenly disappeared, the weight being lifted from his feet for now. But before she showed herself, she turned back, eyeing that other girl who was with her two previous marks. Her eyes gleamed with utter mischief, hating to see such a show off. The shadows shot up her tree smoothly and up her leg, making their way to her hands and twirling around her fingers waiting for further commands. The girl tilted her head to the side, her eyes closed in a smile. However, that smile was cruel and vicious, but still had an eerie beauty to it. The shadows immediately formed into three arrows, taking a bit more of the figure's strength, and then they shot off towards the three other students.

Meanwhile, the other darkness pooled around the feet of the boy, her strength returning more or less because she was in shade, and they pulled him a bit more; The silhouette needed to move farther away from the crime scene. She herself swiftly jumped to the next tree, making her way along with him until she found a suitable place.

Back near the field, the arrows whizzed with silent menace towards them, disappearing whenever they hit the shade of a tree or wall until making their marks. The first one lodged itself into Myran's sleeve, tacking him to a nearby tree. The second shot right into Julye's chest, though before impact, it turned into a glob, sticking to her shirt and weaving through the fibers to her skin. It would burn more like tar, but only barely. By now, the girl's strength was depleting rapidly for her amusement, and the third arrow shot itself into the ground right in front of Ariana's paw, the darkness immediately melting and shooting up her arm like a thorny vine. All this happened simultaneously, but they didn't last all too long.

The fem paused, the shadows now disappearing for good, and she settled in a tree behind him before walking along a somewhat thin branch. This branch then bent downwards, and she slipped off of it. It thwacked back upwards into place, having shaken the leaves and some falling off. She merely stalked closer to him, shifting her position and then reaching her arms out towards his folded wings, an all-too-innocent smirk plastered onto her face.

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Kyren Alexander Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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Falcon

He let the shadows lead his feet; they seemed to be urging him to keep going somewhere. The slight tug he had at his feet continued until he came to a small clearing in through the trees. The shadows slid from his shoes, releasing its grasp and allowing him to freely move where he wanted. He took a quick glance around the area, noticing the area, the amount of trees, the grass beneath his feet, and the amount of clouds he could see through the smoke that fallowed above his head. He thought it was a good place to stay for awhile, it wasn’t too far from the school and he could find it easily enough later.

He was suddenly thrown from his thoughts as he heard leaves rustling and the snap of a branch swinging back into place. He tensed; not liking too much not knowing what was going on out of his line of sight. He spun around, and saw a girl, her ears were large, black tail swishing behind her. Her hand was outstretched, as if she were about to touch his wings. The feathers fluffed up to about twice their normal size, and instant reaction to being surprised. His wings themselves pulled tight against his back, he hadn’t had many people touch them before and wasn’t likely to start now.

He frowned at the girl’s expression, it was too innocent, like she had practiced it too many times, making sure there was no flaw. But that in itself made it suspicious, it was too perfect, there was always some kind tick or twitch or some type of flaw in the skin. A smile was never that perfectly innocent, unless it was on a child, which this person obviously was not. His own storm grey eyes narrowed slightly at her as he took a step back. ”Were you the one who brought me here? The shadows were yours?”

Myran

He was fallowing behind Kyren and Julye, making sure Julye calmed down enough so she wasn’t about to blow up in anyone’s face. He didn’t like too much when people were angry, it made the atmosphere itself tense and hard to breathe. He brushed his hair back out of his face when his ear twitched backwards, as the whoosh of an arrow whizzed past. The arrow neatly caught his sleeve, and flung him forward to the closest tree. The arrow hit with a thunk and stuck to the tree, making it hard for him to pull it out. He was tugging at the arrow when it started to...melt? He didn’t know what it was doing, but it stuck to him, and seeped through his clothes, to his arm, causing a white hot searing pain where it touched. He winced and gritted his teeth, it wasn’t the worst pain he had felt but it still hurt. He clutched his arm close, bending over, his head thudding against the tree.

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Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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The figure merely tilted her head, swerving around to get close to his wings once more. "Toru." She mumbled for him, saying part of her own name. Toruke chuckled, leaning in close to his face, the smoke making way for herself because the shadows pressed it down a bit. The girl nodded before reaching out again. "How come they're different colors?" The shadow-fiend gazed at them, taking in the feathers contently admiring their softness, still close to this boy's face. "The shadows have just always taken a liking to me. They're so willing...." Toruke muttered, keeping this not-so complete conversation going. "But they take up oh so much energy...."

"But what of your smoke?" She tilted her head to the side, continuing to advance towards his precious feathers, hoping to distract him a bit with conversing. She obviously wasn't going to give up. Her ears then twitched, and a smirk lit up her features. Looks like my arrows flew straight. Toru thought to herself, her eyes gleaming. "I hope you didn't mind that I dragged you over here. You just seem... so interesting."

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Falcon

He watched the little cat girl in front of him. She didn’t seem to be effected by his move away from her, keeping his wings pulled close to his back. She just moved closer to him, getting in his face, and looking at his feathers intently. Plus her sentences didn’t make too much sense; it was more like she was just rambling on. He didn’t know what he should answer to when she stopped talking, she asked a few questions, and seemed to want him to respond to a few of her statements.

He wasn’t sure whether to start with her first question, or her last statement. So he decided to start in the middle somewhere. ”Yes, the smoke takes energy…just when I ask it to do things.” The smoke just seemed to fallow him around; he didn’t really need to use too much energy to keep it around. He only got drained of energy when he asked the smoke to do things, to hide him, to cover the sky, otherwise it just stayed around him. ”No…I don’t mind you taking me here…I like the trees.”

He just watched the girl in front of him. He couldn’t figure out what she wanted, she seemed to be studying him, but what she was looking for he didn’t know. He kind of didn’t want to answer her question about his wings. He didn’t know the answer himself; he had always had them that way, one being white, while the other was black. He heard some of the myths going around about him from the city he was living next to, some said he was half demon, others thought he might be a fallen angel, but he knew he was neither.

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Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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Toru's ear flicked, and she tilted her head to the side before looking back towards where the school was. She smirked brightly, pleased with the initial reactions. Though her energy was getting drained fast. The fem sighed, raising her hand to her head and rubbing her temple. "Yeah, I like the trees too." She plopped down right in front of him, smiling up at him cheerfully. "Hey, do you play any sports at all?" The girl poked him in the side, her head tilting innocently to the side.

Meanwhile, over towards the others the shadows kept splitting and moving along just a bit farther. That is, until the teacher said for Toru to come out from hiding. Almost as if they could hear or understand, they left their targets to the woman. Toruke grumbled quietly, rubbing her temple once more. Urrghhh too much energy. She glanced through the trees, willing the shadows to leave, or at least come back to her. She couldn't reveal who she was to the others yet just by her amount of energy. The shadows suddenly disappeared, almost as fast as they had appeared.

She muttered something under her breath, leaning against the boy's leg. "Hope I'm not bothering you to much." Her lips turned up in another smirk and then she merely smiled at him. "Man, I think I might go exploring later." She stuck her tongue out a bit, a fang peeking out from her lips, that same mischievous glint in her eyes. "By the way, I told you my name. What's yours?"

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Kyren Alexander Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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Myran

He winced slightly as the shadows were crawling up around his arm, they hurt terribly and he wanted them off. He heard Kyren in the background telling someone to show themselves, and then he heard the rest of the elite get ready for some kind of attack. But almost as suddenly the shadows were there, they were gone, not a trace. He frowned slightly and headed back over to Julye to make sure was ok. He wanted to make sure that she wasn’t too badly hurt and to see if he could do anything to help. Kyren told him to leave, but he didn’t want to leave Julye alone, plus she slapped one hand around his wrist and refused to let go. He was willing enough to stay there with Julye, but Kyren slowly took hold of Julyes arm and pried his hand out of her grip. Then her unseeing stare went onto him and she angrily told him to go to class. He didn’t feel like disobeying the weapons master and reluctantly started trudging back to the building as Kyren lifted Julye and headed to the nurse’s office.

Falcon

He watched the girl in front of him; she seemed focused on something else besides just him. Not that he minded that much, he would often go off on his own train of thought, looking like he is preoccupied with something, usually something he noticed and was thinking about intently. The girl rubbed her temple and sat down while saying that she also liked the trees. He wondered why she seemed tired, and like she had a headache. She had mentioned earlier about how the shadows took a lot of energy, she must be using them in some way for her to look so tired.

He felt a poke at his side and heard her asking him about sports. It was a strange little topic, he hadn’t really thought too much about them, but knew he would be good at a few of them if he actually joined. ”Track and Wrestling.” He knew he should be good that those two. Track was running, he could do that easily enough, and could continue running until he ran out of energy. Wrestling was fighting, without actual punching but the goal was to pin your opponent down to the mat, he was naturally stronger than most and knew he would be ok with that also.

Toru leaned against his leg and said she felt like exploring the forest latter. He nodded in agreement to her comment. ”I don’t know these woods, would be nice to check them out.” He glanced around them, looking at the trees, he knew the types, and could name them, but he didn’t know the formations, or the area. He would have to spend some more time here so he could learn the trees well.

He heard the mention of his name. He didn’t realize that he hadn’t told her, he didn’t talk much and didn’t really have to give out his name often. People who found him usually made something up, not bothering to ask what he called himself. ”Fal.” He didn’t think he had to give her the full falcon name, plus Fal alone sounded ok to him. ”What were you using your shadows for? You look awfully tired.”

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Character Portrait: Toruke Nightka Character Portrait: Falcon

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"Cool, I'm more into soccer. Easy way to kick people, plus it's energetic. But that's really the only sport I'm interested in. I'm pretty good at most though." The fem spoke thoughtfully, putting her index finger on her chin as she answered. Leave out archery though, it's not technically what one would think a sport like running and such. Besides, he doesn't need to know that. Internally, Toruke was smirking, but on the outside, her entire facial expression remained the same consistently.

Then the smirk broke out neutrally as she heard his remark on the woods. "One should always know their surroundings. Gives you an extra hand when fighting or trying to escape. I don't see why we can't just go now. Other than that lame, blind, and push-over teacher saying to get to class. But I so don't feel like doing it. It's all pointless anyway, I already know most of this stuff, besides, I'm anti-social. No, I'm anti-social. Technically I'm classified like that because I've almost killed two people, and injured a few more in all of my years. Their just so bloody annoying and so uptight and full of themselves. It's music to my ears to hear them panic." And their horrified shrieks and confusion from the shadows. She smiled cheerily.

"Hmph, nice to meet you, Fal." Toru rolled her shoulders, blinking a couple of times and yawning. She then allowed her body to fall back into the grass comfortably before glancing back up to him. "Over-all happy-go-lucky mischief. Didn't you hear the delightful yelps and groans of panic and pain?" Once more she smiled at him sedately, her tail flicking behind her in the grass.

"It's brilliant, really; the way one can turn the shadows into anything, concealing them in the most perfect places. Shadows are probably one of the best elements of any of them. Except for wind. Wind you can't really control period, and the only other element that might stand a chance against it is earth. But even then." She nodded quietly, glancing back up at his wings. She then sat back up, her hands on her thighs as she leaned forward, her ear twitching. "Why won't you let me touch your feathers, Fal?"

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Falcon

He glanced around them as she talked. ”Yes, I guess it would be a good idea to go check everything out. And if what you say is true about the teacher, we should just go now. Not much point going into that crowded building now is there.” He almost truly hated being in tight spaces, if made him feel like he was constantly being watched and studied. His gaze caught hers when she mentioned the cries and moans of pain. ”You caused that? Interesting….and you just do that for fun?” He hadn’t bothered with people too much, them always trying to find him, it was better to just avoid people all together sometimes.

He glanced back at his wings when she mentioned how he moved from her before. ”I’ve had some….unpleasant experiences with people touching them. Just a habit now, to keep them close.” A slight shiver ran up his spine, but he gave no outward sign that it happened. Though a memory almost came across his vision, he pushed it back, though it still played, reminding him of the last time people had gotten a hold of him.

(OOC Sorry for the late post, This one kind of skipped my mind though I had it almost ready to go. XD)

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Toruke flashed him the brightest of smiles. "But of course! I hate other people, they're such pains. They think so highly of themselves, it's a pain in the butt." The fem rolled her eyes, reaching up once more to his wings. "Pretty please let me touch them?" She flashed him an innocent smile, batting her eyelashes prettily. However, she really didn't wait for permission, and merely lazily let her hand approach the feathers. She then sat up, her head tilting to the side in fascination, her fingers nearing them closer and closer.

However, she paused, glancing back up to him with a sweet smirk before running her finger slightly against one of the primary feathers, she then decided to poke her finger in between two of them a bit close to the actual wing base, slipping her thumb up into the downy fluff. Once again, she tilted her head. "Hm, well anyway, we can head out in a bit, I'm still tireddd...." She whined quietly.

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Falcon

He watched Toru, she seemed to feel the same way he did about people. So annoying they were sometimes, selfish and pompous and greedy. He hated that most of them saw him as a thing, something to look at and study and wonder. He was himself, had a mind, thoughts, feelings, yet they all thought he was something other than that.

He was going to tell Toru that she could touch a few of the feathers, but she already had her hand on them. Going between them almost to the skin underneath, he had done that himself before but it was always different to have someone else touch his feathers. They ruffled in response, lifting slightly, moving so her hand seemed to disappear in the fluff. As suddenly as she touched them she stopped and said she was tired so they would go exploring in awhile. He smiled slightly, and sat down, the bottom of his feathers brushing the ground. ”They should think of having some of those classes out here. Bet some of the people in there would be grateful, instead of being inside with that horrible stuffy air."

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Falcon

He had been going to the school for weeks now, and he still preferred being in the woods, the smoke around him looking more like fog in the dark than actual smoke. Most of the kids avoided him, and he wasn’t sure if he liked that as much as he told himself he did, it was nice to be left alone, were you didn’t get ridiculed, but without some sort of interaction, his mind wandered, a bit too far sometimes. He kept to the woods but followed where everyone was going, to the large stadium for the game. He debated going in, his wings shifting and the feathers ruffling in irritation as he stood there trying to make a decision. Finally he grumbled to himself and he stepped towards the stadium, determined to go in and at least watch with the others even if he didn’t talk. He kept his head down, wings pulled tight so they weren’t as noticeable.

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Falcon

He paused slightly when fire and ice shot up into the air from some students standing in front of the band. He stood there for a second just watching, then the ice that floated around seemed to glow before it drifted to the ground and disappeared. He tilted his head slightly as his feathers ruffled before settling against his back. It was quite beautiful actually, just watching the glowing bits of ice, with a quick glance around many others seemed to think it was nice also. Then he noticed the amount of people in the place, and it made him a little uncomfortable, almost making him want to go back to the trees, but he told himself he was going to try it, and see just one game at least. He took a few steps toward the bleachers and found a spot that didn’t have many people around, but he had to walk in front of many. He kept his head down, his hair in his face trying not to notice or feel all the eyes on his wings. Even for mutants, something like that was rare, so he heard, but he still didn’t like all the people watching, staring, and talking. He just walked, his feathers gradually lifting and puffing up slightly as he made his way to his spot away from the others.

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Mali

Mali became a tad bit nervous around the mutants as some stared at her trying to find what made her a mutant since most did have something distinct showing. The girl clenched her fists and suddenly began to pace herself away from the crowd avoiding the eyes of many. She could tell not many Normal's come here and if they did they were most likely around other normal's. Mali was now at the secluded part of the bleachers away from everyone else until she found someone walking towards her, or the spot, at a very staggered yet steady pace. Glimpsing upwards, the breath was immediately taken out of her in astonishment. She had never seen a mutant like him. Wings pulled against his body as the boy made his way over. He looked almost angelic but even Mali could see he didn't quite have such a graceful charm. He did however, look like he could be the decision maker in things. Tensing as he came a bit closer, Mali decided she should just ignore him, only when she thought of this she realized she was staring at his wings. Knowing this would make anyone a bit nervous, she immediately looked away hoping he didn't notice.

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Falcon Character Portrait: Cade Asher Character Portrait: Mali Addison

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Myran

He smiled a little at Cade’s comment and gently tugged on Julye’s ear. ”You really need to calm down. There’s nothing you can do about it right now so just let it be.” He glanced up at a serious burst of fire and ice shot over the band, telling them which song to play next while the football team took a time out. He went up a few steps back to his drum, spinning a mallet in his hand.

Falcon

He sat down, glancing around at the others around him, despite it being a secluded area there were still people. Like always, he felt eyes on him and usually he could ignore them, but every once in awhile he would have to look. Apparently this was one of those times as he turned his head around to see who was staring at him. A few were, those who saw him come over and had momentarily took their eyes off the game to watch him, but none looked away, still giving him stares, except for one. She looked away quickly from him like she didn’t want to be caught looking. He blinked; it was a bit strange considering most wanted him to know they were looking, wanting to know more about the wings. The feathers ruffled slightly with his confusion, a single feather falling from his black wing. He turned forward watching the kids run across the field, granted he didn’t know much of what was going on but he resigned himself to watch, a few tendrils of smoke around his feet.

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Character Portrait: Falcon Character Portrait: Mali Addison

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Mali

She could feel his eyes trail around towards the game away from her and some others that were still watching him. Turning her head around to meet these people, they didn't seem to flinch when he looked back and they still continued to stare. Furrowing her eyebrows at them didn't help at all either. 'Geez! and I thought people were being rude to me!' She thought. As much as these people seemed to be unnervingly staring at him, he didn't seem to mind almost as if he was used to their prying eyes. Well, Mali wasn't. She looked back around at them and to her pleasure, more ice crystals had shot out and were glistening vibrantly. Mali smirked and barely lifted her hand before these small glints of ice turned to white beams of light heading straight for their bleacher only. directing themselves at the eyes who were staring, the sudden rays of light caused the people to squint and become slightly irritated before they gave up staring at him. Thankfully, the rays of light weren't strong enough to arouse suspicion. She barely let out a chuckle as they watched the game instead. On the corner of her eye, she saw what seemed to be a black speck drifting from one of his black wings and landing near her foot. As the wind was about to carry it away, she brought her foot down on this object carefully anchoring it to it's spot. She pricked the small feather from the ground and twirled it between her fingers. She guessed it was one of his down feathers since this one was incredibly fluffy. Eyes peering back over to the readying band, she continued to play with the little feather.

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Falcon Character Portrait: Mali Addison

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Myran

He smiled, glad Julye finally decided to leave the situation alone and just watch the game, though he also wanted to know what they were planning, they wouldn’t be here otherwise. His ears twitched and swiveled, and he looked up right as a loud boom sounded form the other band’s percussion section. His tail swished, a challenge was called and it was the perfect thing to get his mind off of all of this. He went back up to his drums with the others, spinning a mallet in his hand as the drum captain told them which cadence they were going to be doing. His spirit was already lifting as they began, starting at a fast paced beat and even though they didn’t have different notes like the instruments, the different sized drums, all put together, was somewhat more stimulating that just a song. Out of the corner of his eye he could see people getting riled up with it, band members trying to dance along.

Falcon

He watched the people on the field when he noticed something…off. He couldn’t place what it was but he looked around him and something was different, then it hit him, no one was looking. Those stares he usually felt were gone. It was a new feeling for him and it made his feathers ruffle. He wondered briefly what had gotten them all to stop and focus on the events on the field. Then his eyes caught something black and he blinked. The girl from before that had looked away from him was twirling one of his black feathers in her hand. Did she make them all look away? A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and his muscles almost visibly relaxed a little more. He settled into his seat and ran a hand through his hair, turning back towards the game.

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Mali

Mali glance at the mutant for another second as he looked away. She could see him relax and fully focus on the game in front of him. She chuckled a bit to loudly but she didn't care. It was worth it. For some odd reason, she didn't like to use her powers for her own purpose or pleasure. It just didn't feel right. But using them on this guy right here was sorta what she needed to know that maybe her powers weren't a nuisance. Something she could use to help people, not like Superman or anything like that but just some little good things. Something that would brighten up her day. Another feeling though, intertwined with her usual calm demeanor. The need to talk to someone. She did want to talk to the boy with the wings but she didn't know what he would do or if he even liked to talk to anyone. She occasionally switched gazes from him to the game, trying to figure out which one she should do. Eventually, her brain came to the decision that she would have to talk to him at least to know what he would do. She carefully almost barely tapped on his shoulder. "Uh...So d-do you usually come to these games?" She asks in a shaky voice. He may not even hear her over the loud crowd. If not then she wouldn't be a bother anymore. Trying to keep her usual mellow attitude was hard enough when your talking to someone two times your size, with visible wings, and looked like he was almost surrounded in a smokey aura. Yeah, it was hard.

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Falcon

He sat there, a little more content than he usually would be, the stares were gone, seeming to take pounds off his back that he didn’t have to carry. He was sitting there trying to figure out exactly what the kids on the field were doing when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He jumped a little, considering he wasn’t expecting the touch, and no one really bothered to get close enough to try. When he looked up he was surprised that there was the same girl from before. "Uh...So d-do you usually come to these games?"[/u] He tilted his head a little, it was a strange way to start a conversation, but then again it may not have been, considering they were both there. He shook his head, [b]”Sorry no, don’t usually like being around some many…people.” He smiled slightly, then scotched to the side to give her room. ”You can sit here…if you want. You don’t have to or anything…” He noticed he was rambling a bit, not something he usually would do, but when he gets comfortable he tends to talk a bit too much, about nothing most of the time. ”Thanks…for before, you got them to stop staring somehow didn’t you?” He glanced back at her, brushing his hair out from his eyes, feathers ruffling slightly.

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She hesitated. She didn't expect him to answer back, she remained calm as usual though. She watched and listened intently. Guess it did make since if he didn't like to be around people so much. He did have wings and guessing from everyone's stares, wings weren't the most common. She hesitantly sat beside him and just awkwardly sit there for a mOment or two, listening to him ramble until he said something that surprised her. A thank you for earlier. "Y-your welcome. Uh. It was nothing special...just a simple light trick." she smiles before scooting next to him to where their shoulders were pressing together so the other kids on the to of the bleachers couldn't see what she was going to do. Before he could say a word, Mali opened her hand revealing not only the small black feather, but a small speck of light that looked similar to the stars in the night sky. In a moments notice, the tiny star disappeared and she scooted back to her spot.

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Character Portrait: Julye Anne Parkes Character Portrait: Myran Elway Character Portrait: Falcon Character Portrait: Cade Asher Character Portrait: Mali Addison

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Myran

He was feeling good, the percussion battle getting his spirits up, allowing him to forget his brothers were there. Then there was something in the way, like bad emotions were being projected from someone. Then he felt Cade tugging at his sleeve and pulled him towards the exit. He set his mallets down and followed. ”That was Julye wasn’t it? Those emotions were bad.” He went down quickly and rushed to find Julye, who was now curled up by herself and trying to hold back tears. He went over and sat down next to her, his tail bumping and curling around hers. ”It’s ok….ssshhhh….it’s alright Julye…” He put his arms around her, rubbing one of her ears gently.

Falcon

He blinked when the girl scooted closer, he wasn’t sure what she was going to do and the smoke around their feet got slightly thicker. She opened her hand, which had one of his black feathers in it, that wasn’t what he was expecting at all, but was more intriguing was the small light that was right in the middle of it, almost like the stars he watched at night. Too soon it was gone and she scooted back to her spot. ”That’s a cool ability. Controlling light yes?” He glanced at her, the nervousness that made the smoke thicker almost gone, making it almost unnoticeable.

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Myran

He continued rubbing Julye’s ear softly as she started kneading his shirt, curling up there against his chest. ”Don’t worry….don’t try to speak so much okay…?” He pet her gently as he spoke softly to her then looked up at Cade. ”A few years ago at her old school…There was a group of bullies that found out about a few of the mutants that happened to be at the school. They threatened a small, mind-controller and got the kid to make her do things…She almost got her to hang herself…She can sometimes still feel the rope, and it is still a challenge for her to speak correctly sometimes…” He glanced down at Julye, still petting her softly.

Falcon

He paused slightly when she started running her fingers through his feathers. It wasn’t something he was expecting, considering he didn’t come into physical contact with many people. His feathers almost instantly fluffed, probably engulfing her hand, while at the same time they turned half smoke-like, her hand almost floating through the feathers, visible underneath what should have been solid but soft down.

He took a breath to compose himself, hopefully she didn’t freak out that he had basically started to turn into smoke. Which unfortunately had started a rumor in the last place he stayed in, that he was a ghost, he didn’t like the way the normals kept making up stories just to have an explanation for something they didn’t know, they should find out, instead of making things up. ”No, not an angel…Just another mutant…”

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Myran

Myran nodded a little, agreeing with Cades comment. ”It’s all right now okay? You never have to go through that again. We won’t allow it.” He continued to pet her, hoping she would calm down soon so no one came looking for them, and they couldn’t just leave, the director and drum majors would not be happy and would personally go looking for them. Then they would have some type of punishment, and he didn’t feel like polishing the snare drums…again…

Falcon

He blinked when she went to punch his arm, not that it was a hard punch, there was no strength behind it to be something meant to hurt him. Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel weird, things tended to…shift when he was hit, most of him turning to smoke and shifting to accommodate for the attack. It always felt weird to him, but it was great for when he lost his train of thought and occasionally ran into a tree or two. When she asked if he knew any of the teachers that could help her he nodded. ”I hear that Kyren, I think that’s her name, is good for teaching control. I haven’t actually gone to see her but I’ve heard she can help.”