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Sagira Massari

"Hey, it's all cool. You're good as you are, so am I. Great, isn't it?"

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a character in “Requiem of Reality”, as played by Apocalyptic_Tea

Description

Sagira Massari

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”We've only got one shot. The last thing I want to do is screw that up, you know?”
The Technicolor Phase






Basics
”You want to talk? Awesome! Let’s just find a safe place first, and I’ll spill anything you wanna know, free of charge.”

Sagira Massari
Sagira’s family has roots in Egypt. Considering heritage was always something stressed as important to her growing up, it makes sense her parents would give her an Egyptian name.

Nickname(s)
No one has ever given her a nickname before. It’s always just been Sagira.

Role
The Grudgingly Experienced Warrior

Age
17

Gender
Female

Romantic Interest(s)
Sagira hasn’t met enough other people long enough to ever have developed a serious attachment to anyone. She just sees cute people passing in and out on their way to other places. Sometimes she’ll trail an especially cute one to make sure they don’t get swallowed by the shadows before they leave.

Sexuality
Sagira’s sexuality is “cute”. If you’re cute, she likes you, and will probably squeal over you frequently. If there was anyone for her to come out to, she’s sure she would have told them, but there isn’t really.

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Appearance
”I love the way I look. I don’t see a point in not loving it.”

Hair
Sagira’s hair is long, thick, and relatively straight, falling to about four inches below her shoulder blades. It’s about two shades darker than her skin tone, and she usually wears it up in a high ponytail if she’s doing anything outside. Her fringe is long, obviously in the early stages of being grown out, and choppy, as if they were cut with a razor as opposed to actual scissors.

Eyes
Admittedly a bit large for her face, Sagira’s eyes are a dark green, though not particularly bright. She has thick lashes, but as food is hard to come by, they lack luster and are a bit sunken in appearance. Still, overall she has a very pretty gaze, and damn good vision to boot.

Skin
Her skin is a dark brown with reddish undertones. As such, she doesn’t really tan, and it takes a hell of a lot to give her sunburn. Her lips are both slightly lighter and redder than the skin on her face, giving them a full effect but also making them look like she perpetually bites them or something.

Markings
She has plenty of smallish scars on her hands, one here or there on her knees, and a knick that just barely touches her upper lip on the left side, but nothing huge.

Build
Growing up on the terrain Sagira did builds muscle. Standing at 5’10”, she has the sculpted body of a runner or gymnast, muscles obviously there but nothing too bulky. She has wide shoulders for a woman, and a decently sized chest, which overall makes her a pretty imposing figure for those who don’t know her.

Clothes
Considering Sagira makes most of her own clothes, they’re certainly something. The stitches make it pretty clear they’re handmade, and often the fabric is a mesh of different materials, but she always leans for bright colors with minimal patterns. She also has no qualms about showing skin, and though she’d never sacrifice practicality for fashion, she’s often sporting shorts or a quarter-length shirt. Also hats, sometimes.
Her shoes are heavy work boots, obviously made for a male’s wideset feet, but they fit her well enough. They’re old and dirty, but she loves them all the same.

Accessories
Sagira makes her own jewelry, and she has a small pair of earrings that she particularly enjoys. She also has a red scarf tied around her right wrist, a bit ragged and obviously old, but the material is still gorgeous.

Weapons
Sagira carries a tube on her back, sort of like the ones you’d put maps in, and in it are sticks. She also carries a lighter, and when the shadows converge, nothing disorients them the way light does. A small knife is always tucked into one of her work boots. She also has a bow and several arrows, but she doesn’t carry those on her all the time and only uses them for hunting.

Skills
”You gotta learn how to take care of yourself out here. I’m not the brightest, but I know how to survive.”

Natural Skills
• Social – good with people
• Fast runner – physically capable
• Resourceful

Learned Skills
• Hunting/Tracking
• First Aid, particularly when options are limited
• Creativity
• Building
• Defensive Fighting – she wouldn’t know what to do with a sword, but she knows how to stay alive and keep herself from getting hurt

Weaknesses
• Not the sharpest tool in the shed
• Rash decision-maker
• Gets attached to people too easily
• Naïve
• Pushy at times

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Mentality
”I swear, I’m a cool person if you’d just… stick around and actually get to know me.”

Quirks
• Crooked smile when she’s particularly excited about something
• Has a sweet-tooth she’d never admit to
• Uses a lot of hand gestures when she’s talking – very animated in general

Likes
• Jewelry making
• People. Seriously, she likes just about everyone.
• Art – this can be any form of media, if it’s creative, she likes it.
• Gardening – she’s terrible at it, but damn does she try
• Music – she’s not a very good dancer, but she likes to sort of throw herself around and pretend it’s graceful
• Nature

Dislikes
• Waiting/being idle
• Being ignored
• Confrontation/Argument – seriously, can’t we all just get along?
• Swimming – she knows how, but she dislikes getting her hair wet and prefers to have her feet firmly on the ground
• Seriousness – Sagira would rather everyone just chill out and of pretend the bad stuff isn’t really that bad.

Fears
• Getting taken over by a shadow – she watched it happen to her mother. Never again.
• Dying – who wants to do that, right?
• Not being strong enough – she’s not afraid of failure, exactly. It’s a little different from that. She’s afraid of crying. She’s afraid of losing someone or something because she couldn’t get there in time, or couldn’t save them. In a way, she’s afraid of admitting she’s only human.

Personality
At first, Sagira might come off as a bit abrasive. She’s loud, easily excited, and all too willing to get into your personal space, both metaphorically and literally. She’s the type of person who assumes upon meeting you, you’re her friend. She loves people, loves to interact and ask questions, and she doesn’t always get right away that not everyone is so comfortable with that.

She’ll never purposefully make someone uncomfortable, though. She only has to be told once if she’s doing something that someone is bothered by, and she’ll go out of her way to accommodate them after that. Sometimes she’s a little forgetful, especially if she’s particularly excited about something, but when she gets that way it only takes a gentle reminder for her to go into full apology mode.

She tries her best to always be light-hearted and casual. Her emotions play over her expressions clear as day, so you’ll never have to guess what she’s thinking. She has a big, easy smile and it’s not hard to coax it out of her. She doesn’t like talking about negative things for too long though, so it’s hard to get her to talk about things that are bothering her, or bad past experiences. She also sometimes sounds like she’s trivializing people when they tell her their problems. In truth, she takes people putting trust in her very seriously. She just doesn’t always know what to say to make people feel better, so she’ll try to cheer them up with something less serious.

Not that she doesn’t know how to act when something important is happening. She’s quick to make decisions and she’s always consistent, and if she or someone she cares about is in danger, she knows to drop the jokes. She would make a great leader if she was a little more patient, but she’s usually the type to act – or speak- first, and think about it later.

Overall, she’s not very bright, and definitely not book-smart, but she’s resourceful and takes pride in that. Sagira can make just about anything out of, well, just about anything. She enjoys creating things, and values creativity and uniqueness in life. She’s very respectful of both reality and others fantasies, viewing them both as crafted works of art that deserve to be taken care of. Despite the hard life she’s led, she really does have a passion for life and sees the beauty in humanity.

Because of that, it’s pretty damn hard to get on her bad side. You’d have to do something really bad to make her not like you, though the best way would be to insult or roll your eyes at the things she cares about and finds important. She’s very confident in herself, but her passion makes it hard for her to disregard the opinions of others.

Personal Life
”It’s not always the easiest, I guess. Living. But this life, it’s mine, and you bet your ass I’m gonna cherish it. Yours too.”

Significant Relationships
None, really. She met some people here and there, but no one ever really stuck around long enough for her to get to know them.

Family
Nebbi Massari – deceased

Sagira’s mother was very much like her. She loved the Earth, and believed it deserved to be taken care of. She thought fantasies were well and good, but she taught Sagira to appreciate life, her life, just as it was. She was a kind and loving person, with a warm laugh and an infinitely interesting mind. She had an amazing green thumb, and feared fantasies would make humans out of touch with themselves. As such, she never built one, and was very careful to teach Sagira all about her family’s history, their heritage, as well as much of world history as she could. Sagira never found that quite as interesting, though.
That’s it. Sagira never knew her father, and had no siblings. Never really had any friends, either. It was always just her and her mother. Sagira had to kill her a few months back, though, when she got taken over by a shadow and driven insane. Not exactly fun stuff.

History
Sagira was born and raised on Earth. Needless to say, it wasn’t the easiest life. Her and her mother lived in a cottage just outside a long forgotten city, surrounded by trees. Though the outside was dark like the rest of the world, Sagira’s home was filled with color. Paintings adorned the walls, there was always fires lit to keep everything touched by plenty of light, and there were even flowers in boxes on the window sills. It was a happy home, though Sagira often felt confined by the walls. She wasn’t allowed to go out, though she learned very early on why.

Nebbi filled her daughter’s childhood with love. She told her stories, and taught her how to paint and take care of plants and sew. Though she wasn’t very good at any of that, she still had fun doing that. Sagira never had anything sugar-coated for her, though. Nebbi taught her how to make the world her own, while still facing the realities of it. When she was older, she learned how to hunt for food, how to patch herself up when she was hurt, and most importantly, how to keep the shadows away.

When Sagira was a teenager, she often did the hunting and gathering supplies for them to make clothes/paint/ect. As such, she often ran into dream-walkers, as her mother called them, hopping between their dream worlds. Craving social contact, she tried to engage with them, but they never stayed for very long out of fear for the shadows. Still, she learned from these wandering travelers, things her mother could never teach her. It would have been nice to have a friend, though. She always wondered what these dream worlds were like, but she never thought of entering them herself.

It was when her mother began to age that things got difficult. As her mind weakened, she became a target for the shadows. It was only so long before they managed to latch onto her. Sagira tried everything, but once a shadow has taken you, there’s nothing you can do. Her mother lasted three days before she lost herself completely, going crazy and switching between trying to harm Sagira and trying to harm herself. Sagira knew this was never the life her mother would have wanted, and so, she killed her. It was clean, and there was very little pain. Sagira doesn’t like to talk about it.

Ever since then, she’s been on her own. She thought about entering a dream world, but in the end, she decided her mother’s vision of taking care of Earth mattered more. So she stayed.

So begins...

Sagira Massari's Story

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It was a fun exercise, imagining what the city was like when people still lived there. Sagira would climb old fire escapes, when she had the time, to the highest points she could get to and check out the view. The shadows avoided the higher up places, mostly, preferring the ground for its cover and victims. The dream-walkers never thought to climb, never thought to look around when there was a different world waiting for them just beyond the trees. And the shadows didn’t go anywhere the humans didn’t. They didn’t care about anything like a view.

Supply trips had become less about goals and more about keeping her sanity, now that her mother was gone. What once took two days now took five, just because a person could only stay alone in a house for so long before even the bright colors of the walls became suffocating. She knew she couldn’t stay there forever, on her own like that. But the prospect of abandoning what her mother had so gingerly cared for was… not something she wanted to worry on just yet.

So when she found everything she was going to find, Sagira would stash it away in the secret places only she knew, and she would climb. She would feel the wind in her hair, listen to the tinkering of her jewelry as the only real sound around her, and imagine people on those empty streets. Talking to one another, getting dinner together, even ignoring each other, but no less present. No less a part of something greater. A humanity that existed together, for better or for worse. The girl craved to be part of something like that. At the very least, she wanted to know what the world had looked like when people actually cared about one another. She could hardly imagine it. She barely even knew what other people were like, barely having talked to any outside of her mom. An understanding of humanity eluded her, but oh if she didn’t want to learn.

It was during one of these trips to the various perches she had deemed as safe that she saw them. At first, Sagira had actually thought she’d lost it. Heart pounding in her chest, she hastened her climb to get to the top, using empty window frames for purchase to haul herself up when the fire escape became too rusted for safe travel. She practically threw herself over the edge of the wall on the roof, landing with a thud against the cement, and wasted no time in picking herself up and rushing to a better place to get a good look. And they were still there.

She nearly dropped her binoculars in her haste to pull them out of her backpack. People. Actual people, in living color. Sagira knew immediately they were dream-walkers, they all had a look about them that the people of Earth didn’t, but they didn’t appear as dazed, as apathetic as the usual. They looked like they were wandering, searching, even. And she’d never in her entire life seen so many of them at one time. She practically started bouncing in place she was so excited.

Then, faintly, she heard one of them shout to the other smaller group. ”Library! Books!” Sagira’s excitement faded a bit. The Library? That’s where they were headed? So, they were leaving after all, simply headed for another fantasy world. Still, this was the biggest group she’d ever seen, and they would be too good for the shadows to resist.

Getting to the library from the rooftops wasn’t hard, but you couldn’t get inside it that way, and anyway she could see even from far away that not all the people in the group would be strong enough to climb up the buildings without help. So that wasn’t an option for them. If ever there was a time to activate her “safety protocols”, it was now. With decisive nod to herself, Sagira snapped her binoculars together and put them away, securing her bag for another trip.

Making her way across the buildings, either via connected rooftops or rigs she’d built herself, she finally arrived at what she’d fondly dubbed her “Master Genius HQ”, the roof just behind the library. She had to pause for a moment and catch her breath when she got there after climbing so damn fast, then she rushed to check on her little party, as she already considered them to be. Still all alive, and still heading for the library. Awesome.

She rushed back over to check her crude-but-hopefully-effective-invention. They didn’t look like much to the casual outsider; a series of chords that stretched from various points on the roof, over to two worn looking stone pots next to the doors of the library. It had been a bitch setting it all up, and she’d nearly been swallowed by the shadows twice in the process. This was only going to work once, and after that it was doubtful she’d ever get a chance to set it up again without dying, let alone find all the supplies she’d need. She was sure she was crazy for doing this for strangers. But this was seven whole people, and even if they were dream-walkers, she couldn’t let the shadows take them. She wouldn’t.

She pulled her lighter out of her pocket and grinned at the thing. “Alright Kiara, it’s our time to shine,” she told it seriously, and with that she either did the dumbest or the coolest thing she’d ever done. Probably both. She liked to think it was both.
Running quickly to make sure they all lit up relatively close to one another, Sagira held the flame to the chords and watched them burn. The spread of the fire along the length of them was rapid, aided by accelerator, and reached the end before they burned through and snapped, one by one chords raining down onto the ground. One of them snapped prematurely and she had to grab it before it fell, burning her hand in the process, but it was a small price to pray.

The moment the fire touched the stone pots, they erupted into bright flame. She’d filled them with tons of burn-y stuff, during one of the few days of the year when the sun was bright enough the shadows slunk back to the darker places. She’d had to wait for days, but she just knew something like that would come in handy someday, considering the library was their favorite hangout spot. She’d been right.

Nothing freaked shadows worse than fire. It was light, and warmth, and beauty, three things they hated. It wouldn’t kill them, anymore than anything else, but it did send them running for a small amount of time. And the moment those stone basins lit, emanating the most light the city had to offer all in one place at one moment, the little buggers fled like the ethereal scum-suckers they were. Better yet, she was sure her little party could see it even from their distance, considering how dark the city was. Even just flickers, but she had to believe they could see them and know that, even for a moment, they were safe. Maybe then they’d believe Earth wasn’t always so bad, and that would be a great bonus.

The group didn’t have a lot of time. It wasn’t a permanent fix, and Sagira knew a storm was coming. The moment the rain started, her little setup would wash away. Luckily the city was a quiet place, and her voice echoed. So, leaning against the wall of the roof, she cupped her hands to her mouth, took a breath and screamed in the loudest voice she could muster, “THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!”

She knew it was stupid, but if they all made it the library, she’d be so happy she wouldn’t know what to do with herself. She didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. She’d just drawn attention to herself. The shadows were brainless creatures, so they’d forget eventually, but for the moment her rooftops were no longer safe places. She turned away to make her descent and do some running herself, but she couldn’t stop the grin on her face that not only had her contraption work, it had been useful. It was the best she’d felt in months.

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Character Portrait: Lucien Damani Character Portrait: Raven Blanc Character Portrait: Nadezda Marinovic Character Portrait: Micah Volfkin Character Portrait: Elara Nirvana Character Portrait: Nayu Lati Character Portrait: Sagira Massari
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Lucien Damani

Reality...



It was freezing. Though Lucien had bundled up, as per his usual style, the cold managed to locate all of his apparel’s weak points. Icy fingers crept down his turtleneck, brushing against jaw and cheekbone. The few centimeters of space between leather glove and trenchcoat.

But Lucien didn’t particularly mind. Though the steadily increasing winds blew his bangs from his eyes and tugged at the belt of his coat, to Lucien it only served as a reminder that he wasn’t as alone as he’d like to think. Stepping silently as ever in rubber-soled jumper boots, the whooshing that filled his ears offered some distraction from the sheer emptiness that followed him whenever he traveled alone like this.

‘Manically depressed’. The term lingered in the back of the eighteen year old’s mind, but it didn’t have much of an impact on his dull, static-ridden thought processes. When the internal weight has hit him two weeks ago, Lucien had tried to remind himself that this mental state was simply a thing that had to happen, but with little success. It didn’t take very long before he quit fighting it and instead began to invest what little energy he had towards enduring.

He hadn’t slept last night. Or the night before. Blank, meaningless stretches of time spent staring at the ceiling of his surburban lair. It would probably be best if he tried again at Micah’s place. With a hurricane coming, it would probably be a smart idea to do so anyways. Though Lucien had been wondering if some group interaction might take his mind off things, everyone had separated to go gather supplies before the storm hit. Alone at home, alone in a group. Not much of a difference. Lucien was by himself either way.

Though Lucien kept habitual awareness of his surroundings, he wasn’t too worried about encountering Shadows. Whether it was because of his natural stealth or perhaps even his already damaged mind, they never seemed to be as attracted to Lucien as they were to the others. It wasn’t that big of a difference, not enough to make him safer, but just enough to be noticed. However, when he was depressed the Shadows rarely appeared before him. He was too lifeless, lacking the warmth and creativity that drew them to humans. Which was good, in a way, because Lucien might not be able to bring himself to run if such a situation were ever to occur. Though the thought may be strange to some, utter insanity was less of a motivator than death. Lucien didn’t care about living. As long as his heart was beating, even if he was frothing at the mouth and attacking people, as long as he was not dead, Lucien was fine.

Or, at least as fine as a manically depressed person can be.

Gloved fingers loosely hooked in the handle of his water jug (his offering to the anti-hurricane supplies), Lucien proceeded with his mission to find someone else in his group. He hadn’t been paying attention when they decided on a meeting place, or more likely he had but forgot. Failing memory was one of the many benefits of Lucien’s current mood frame. But in any case, if Lucien ever managed to locate another human being in this vast, desolate city, he would prefer the human to be Micah. The new one... Elara... though sweet, was likely to be as lost as he, and Nadezda seemed to be a magnet for trouble. Micah was not only the most reliable, but was also the only one who knew about the cyclothymia.

As Lucien turned a corner, his purple eyes were assaulted with bursts of color in the distance. Black, brown, and mint instantly marked out his companions, but who were those people beyond them? A pink haired human was shouting something about books, and a library.

Ah. The unfamiliar humans were seeking a fantasy world. It would be tough. The areas around places of creativity were always infested with Shadows. Though there was a library close by, a wiser choice would be to find a privately owned residence, and look through the books and paintings available there. Fewer options, but it would be preferable to insanity at any rate.

Being closer to the said library than he was to the group, Lucien automatically gave the building a look over and was surprised, to say the least, by the more color. A browned girl traveled from roof to roof with alarming speed, quickly landing atop of the library. If he had been in the mood, at this point Lucien’s eyebrows would be closer to his hairline. She appeared to be fiddling around with some unseen device, but to what end?

Then the top of the library caught on fire.

As soon as he saw the first Shadow flee, Lucien knew exactly what she was doing. The girl must have heard the pink-haired human as well, and known that a distraction would be needed for any safe entry to the building. Clever.

“THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!”

Lucien’s heart jumped, and survival instincts took over. If someone tells you to run, you sprint. The eighteen year old sprung forward, veins awash with adrenaline and rubber soled boots creating more than enough friction for needed speed. Though the area around the library would be cleared of Shadows, that meant that everywhere else would soon have the opposite happen. Therefore, the library was the safest place to be at the moment.

The girl finished her descent just as Lucien was racing by. Without pause or thought, his free arm flashed out, gloved hand latching onto her wrist. Pulling the unfamiliar human behind him, Lucien rounded the library’s corner, turned his head and shouted for the first time in a while. “Micah! Get the girls in here!”

Lucien bounded up the stone steps two at a time, yanking open the handle without any thought to whether it was locked or not. But luckily it wasn’t, and the two refugees sprinted inside without any major problems.

Though the ones that were farther away might have greater difficulty.

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Character Portrait: Raven Blanc Character Portrait: Nadezda Marinovic Character Portrait: Robin Locke Character Portrait: Micah Volfkin Character Portrait: Elara Nirvana Character Portrait: Nayu Lati Character Portrait: Sagira Massari
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Nayu Lati


They started walking. Well of course they did because he said they were going to get to that girl and they were going to, god fucking dammit. But before they could reach her there was someone else there and Nayu scowled. Great, now the other two asshats were going to bitch. About something, everything, he didn’t know. Hell, he was positive that Robin would bitch and moan about the air he was breathing if he wasn’t scared that Nayu wasn’t going to hit his face. With his fist. Many times. “Okay, well see—whatever. The situation resolved itself.” he heard the two birds sigh in unison and it made his blood boil and steam and he felt like a kettle on a stove just ready. To hit something. Preferably that something being the bubblegum head behind him. “I literally don’t care what happens from this point on.” He sneered and rolled his eyes while sneering because fuck you he wasn’t dumb. He could chew gum and walk at the same time. So he could totally sneer and roll his eyes and not hit anything. He did however miss the people doing this action called moving and he barely reined in jump that tensed his body when Robin yelled. “Library! Books!” he scowled and turned to glare at the other because he could. “I think that got the point across. We should be near it by now. I was thinking, maybe, a distraction, to get the Shadows away from the entrance.”

Nayu shrugged at that idea, he didn’t care one way or the other. Run in screaming, or plan it out. If he died, well great. Kari would just be all pissy and pout and Nayu would feel like a jerk. So, dying. Off the list. Couldn’t do it, no way. He was a total badass, but his perfect little angel that was in no way an angel in shape or form or personality, was the single thing that could make him cower with a simple glare. Or a pout. Or an anything really. Nayu was Kari’s slave, till death fell upon both of them. Anyways. Nayu liked the idea of a distraction, they did shit like this all the time, but apparently the little bird with white hair didn’t like it. Dumbass Black Bird. Couldn’t he just keep his beak shut and roll with it? “Oh hell no. If you are thinking of using me as Shadow distraction bait, that’s never happening again. Never. Never in a million lightyears.” Okay. Okay that was one time and even though he was really close to being attacked and touched by those things, guess who saved him? Nayu. So he could keep his bird mouth shut because he didn’t want to hear it. Little inconsiderate prick. Only thought about himself. “No bait-type ideas, unless you wanna take the reigns.”

“I was fine with making some noise and you two darting in, but throwing you to the Shadows so you shut the fuck up,” Nayu glanced back at them and paused for a step so they weren’t so far behind, “because I don’t care what you don’t like. I don’t like you, and do I voice it? Yeah. How often do I say it? All the fucking time but is that the point? No. the point is for you to not talk about things you don’t like because it would make me feel better if I didn’t have to hear your voice.” He huffed and rolled his eyes, “Besides, look. Some idiot is on the roof. How great. This is great. I hope she fucking dies.” There was a sneer in his voice, but there was a note of worry in it too. He had never seen someone be attacked and touched by a Shadow, and he didn’t want to find out because of this girl. He hoped she would stay safe.

“THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!”

Well guess who needed to be told twice. Not him. But honestly, guess who did. The Birds. “Oh my fucking god I will leave you two standing there and gawking I swear it on my mother’s grave.” He growled and shouldered the two others. He didn’t need to see his family be separated, regardless of how much he bitched about it, “Fucking run you idiots!” He didn’t wait for them to reply, just took off sprinting to the library door. The other group of people were already in there as well as the girl. Thank fuck. It took a while but they managed to make it to the building, just as Shadows were beginning to creep back out. He burst through the door and stood staring at the other people in the room. Huh. People. Cool.

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Micah Volfkin


Blow me down, a blaze!



“There are Shadders… Micah, Nezzy and the sky… is angry…,” Ely said, approaching Micah and Nazzy. Although he felt a slight tension between Nazzy and Ely, he knew that both of them could appreciate each others’ value. Despite their individual uniqueness, both of the girls resembled each to some extent. "You saw them too?" Nazzy questioned, a frown dominating her face, now. "Are you okay then? Did they get to you at all?" She'd begun to grab for girls arms, at which point Micah opted to pop out of the situation to let the girls do girl things.

Micah’s disassociation was erupted with a loud "Library!" The damn strangers! "Books!" The sea-dog scratched his head in dissatisfaction, wishing to avoid the traffic-ridden library at all costs. And the strangers. And the shadders. And the impending storm – a Hurricane, if Micah’s nose was right. For a moment, Micah flipped his heel back to his intended path and began wal – only to be interrupted by the sweet, green-haired girl.

"Do we...want to follow them, perhaps?" Nazzy stumbled to ask. "I mean, maybe, it might be a good idea. Libraries tend to be old buildings--that is, um, they're often foundation pieces to a town and, well, they tend to be built with the intent of lasting through the ages. If anything in this town could hold up against a hurricane, I think that might be our best bet, if--if you all think so too, that is." She'd avoided eye contact the entire time she spoke, gaze downcast to rest squarely on their chins. Micah hated that. He HATED not keeping eye contact. Can’t trust no dog that can’t see ya’ eye to eye. Ain’t got nothing but a knife for your back! But Nazzy wasn’t a dog. She was a girl. A girl! Not just a female, but a young woman yet to reach adulthood. Still in her prime. Micah knew to trust her. Micah trusted her more than he trusted himself.

He hadn’t much time to register her request, however, when a bright flash atop the library took flame. “THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!” the group had heard from the roof of the library. He had less than a moment to react; shadders began swarming from all around the city, he felt it. Nazzy and Ely had seemed to run ahead of him when he heard Lucy’s voice shout “Micah! Get the girls in here!” Micah thought to himself, Dammit, that boy’s voice is gonna get me my guts cut someday.

Micah had blackened out, though he had only to assume that he ran ahead and lead the girls into the Library. As to why and how he now found his feet plainly planted in the middle of a library lobby, he wasn’t sure. The girls were there, including an unfamiliar yet friendly face, and of course Lucy. He offered Lucy a hug, opening his arms and staring at the other boy’s face with despair. Despair? Micah never felt despair. Indeed, sometimes he was the only one in the group that COULDN’T feel despair. Why on Earth had Lucy’s face forced an eruption of emotion and puppy-dog whimpering was beyond Micah.

”Alright, ladies, ‘seems we’re in here for the vespers. We might as well make the best of it. Introductions will have to be made when we have a more established nest, a’ight? Commands were Micah’s only way to cope in stressful situation. It was a characteristic he picked up in his fantasy, back when his crew and his ship were all he had and he had them well. His commands, however, were interrupted when the bright-colored strangers broke through the front door.

He took one look at them, and felt a new, resounding responsibility to an even larger group. A white-haired boy, an azure-haired boy and a pink-haired boy. Not that the hair bothered him at this point. Pink? He was already used to that with Lucy. Blue? Perfect! Reminded Micah of the endless seas. White? Means the boy wasn’t a shadder. All three looked unkempt, tense and not so friendly. At least they were all pretty cute looking. Damn my sea snake in the middle of a storm! Micah said to himself.

Taking a moment to breathe, he motioned for the three new boys to come closer to his growing group of pups. Without waiting for acknowledgement, he shouted loudly, ”We need to find ourselves a room that seems safe from shadders. This room is fine f’r now, but soon the outside will be crawlin’ with the creatures and they’ll see right through this glass. I ain’t lookin’ f’r heroes or martyrs, so we’re not splittin’ up. If you don’t want in, then stay here. But I’m gonna be lookin’ to make a fire, eat something, pass out and kiss somebody. Not exactly in that order. Come with me, we’ll cut through the belly of the beast. If not, have fun playing ‘buccaneer’s bet’ by yourself. Any questions?” With that he waited for questions and then motioned to whoever to follow him.

He went into the closest hallway and started down to find a set of double doors – they were oak, boring and exhausting. He tapped three times, out of habit, and broke them ajar. His knife drawn, Micah breached through the darkness of a large auditorium, possibly once a lecture hall. ”No shadders. Lucy, hand me that-” his words broke, finding himself falling on the floor and blacking out.

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Robin Locke


Biting his tongue, Robin continued to look from Raven to Nayu, then to the group in the distance. Were they real? Or were they fictional characters stuck in some sort of plot going blindly along with him just for the sake of doing so? It was disturbing to think that they might be fake. "Oh hell no. If you are thinking of using me as Shadow distraction bait, that's never happening again. Never. Never in a million lightyears." He jumped subconsciously and cursed himself for doing so. Oh, idiot. He shot a glare at the shortest of the three of them as if it was his fault for surprising him with words and sound. For a moment, Robin almost didn't understand what'd been said to him until he remembered the initial situation. Right. Library. Right. If they got there and got inside, then he'd know whether or not this was the real world and whether or not these were real people. "No bait-type ideas, unless you wanna take the reigns."

Nayu walked on with long strides that lead him ahead of them, further than either Robin or Raven seemed to be able to keep up with. Robin never realized how competitional and inferior he could feel until he met this guy, and now all he wanted to do was show him up. He was sure if a Genie were to appear before him, he would wish for stalks for legs and rocks for muscles so he could laugh and stomp around and crush Nayu's idiotic self right into the ground. Maybe kick him across the city like a football. That'd show him. It might kill him too. But whatever murder is always legal in the confines of the mind.

“I was fine with making some noise and you two darting in, but throwing you to the Shadows so you shut the fuck up, because I don’t care what you don’t like. I don’t like you, and do I voice it? Yeah. How often do I say it? All the fucking time but is that the point? No. the point is for you to not talk about things you don’t like because it would make me feel better if I didn’t have to hear your voice.” At least there's no competition in intelligence, Robin thought egotistically. That was one thing he was absolutely sure of. There was no doubt that he was definitely smarter than Nayu could ever be. “Besides, look. Some idiot is on the roof. How great. This is great. I hope she fucking dies.”

What? Robin looked up, half-expecting to find nothing there at all, but his eyes widened when he did see a girl, just a blurry spec from the distance (maybe it wasn't really all that far away, but he really did need to consider getting glasses. As if that was ever going to happen. Nayu didn't need glasses, so why should he?). There were Shadows lingering around. Maybe that was her reason for being all the way up there in the first place? He squinted, trying to get a better view. Suddenly, a spark flew off and a bright, heated light consumed his area of vision. Fire?! “THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!”

RUN? Why would they RUN? Where were they running towards? Why should he trust this girl who just set fire to the area? Was it a controlled fire? Was the building on fire? Sure, the Shadows were gone, but-- “Oh my fucking god I will leave you two standing there and gawking I swear it on my mother’s grave.” Robin blinked. “Fucking run you idiots!” Nayu took off before he could even ask why and that was when he decided he couldn't stand there thinking about it because if Nayu thought it was a good idea to run off into the library, then so did he. Robin grabbed Raven by the hand and pulled him along with him, panting and wheezing when they finally did get to the library, which turned out to be much safer than he originally though.

"Oh dear god, I'm dying." Physical activities were not his thing. He almost missed being crammed up in that technological anomoly floating around the false-Earth his old, long-lost fantasy world. He never had to do much physical stuff there. He just had to think his way out of situation. Way easier.

”We need to find ourselves a room that seems safe from shadders. This room is fine f’r now, but soon the outside will be crawlin’ with the creatures and they’ll see right through this glass. I ain’t lookin’ f’r heroes or martyrs, so we’re not splittin’ up. If you don’t want in, then stay here. But I’m gonna be lookin’ to make a fire, eat something, pass out and kiss somebody. Not exactly in that order. Come with me, we’ll cut through the belly of the beast. If not, have fun playing ‘buccaneer’s bet’ by yourself. Any questions?” Robin pushed aside his half a heart attack to send the male a look of annoyance, although it only hit his back as he meandered down the hall. And who put Mr. Seasalt in charge? He followed, although he would rather say it was because it was the only way in. ”No shadders. Lucy, hand me that-”

Robin stopped and stared, blank in the face, at the man laying on the ground. He nudged him with his foot before sighing, as if this was all just one huge inconvenience for him. "Great." He looked at the other unfamiliar faces, those who weren't Nayu or Raven. "Was he really that important or is he an option we can leave behind?" His eyes scrolled over the others and stopped on the dark-skinned, bright-eyed female who most certainly stuck out the most from them all. Whatever rude comment he'd had coming next dried in his throat and he pushed his way forward, caring little about the man on the ground.

He wandered through the room, noting the large television that seemed to of been dragged forcibly off the wall at some point and pulled to the center of the room. The tables and chairs were pushed carelessly against the walls and the movies stacked around the television seemed to be the only tidy thing. He didn't care so much for movies, though, and television shows were no longer existent with nobody around to broadcast them. Any shows had to be in the form of movies. "Where are the books?" He almost pouted. Books were the only things that mattered. He needed to see if this world was the real one.

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Sagira Massari


Sagira barely made it out of the building before her wrist was snatched, nearly causing her to lose her footing from the force of the abrupt tug. It didn’t scare her or anything; shadows didn’t grab, they just invaded. But it was definitely a surprise, and the girl’s eyes widened even as she began sprinting behind her snatcher without really questioning it. She’d never seen dream-walkers act like that before, though. More importantly, it was literally the first human contact she’d ever had outside her mother. Despite the adrenaline pumping situation, she took the time to notice the warmth of the person’s hand around her wrist. To him it was probably instinct, but to her, it was a connection. Brief, but it was there and it was amazing.

"Hi!" she called to him with a grin, but it wasn't like they really had time for an actual conversation.

When they got inside the library, she was pleased to find the others weren’t far behind. She’d never been inside the building before, for various reasons, but it was clearly better maintained on the inside than the out. It kinda reminded her of herself, she felt. She counted heads even as people talked around her, letting out a sigh of relief when she finally reached seven. Seven whole people, standing around her all at once. Wow.

The person let go of her wrist once they were inside, but she was too busy drinking in the sight of all these humans to really mourn the loss. Some of them were even male, as far as she could tell. She’d spoken to a boy here and there during her life, but never for any great length of time and they were always a little zoned out. Or possessed, on occasion.

There were two other girls, but they were both small in comparison to her. Actually, almost all of them looked kinda small compared to her, either in height or muscle mass or both. She also noticed they were all light-skinned, which was something she wasn’t used to. The differences between her and them practically had her quivering with excitement. Real, honest people right in front of her! She couldn’t get over it. That was way more interesting than the giant screen she had never seen before or the tables and chairs littered around her. They all looked so serious and nervous, but to be truthful all Sagira wanted to do was break out into a big grin.

She nearly did, too, until the guy who’d been talking from earlier abruptly passed out on the floor. No time to ask the person who’d dragged her inside who he was, then (or possibly she, it was kind of hard for Sagira to tell). She quickly went over to the unconscious boy and dropped to her knees, her fingers expertly brushing over the pulse point on his neck and pressing down. She had obviously done this before. She let out another relieved sigh, then smiled up at the first person whose gaze she caught.

“He’s alright. Probably just a little dehydrated,” she assured them, though none of them looked particularly concerned. In fact, one of the boys had stepped right over him, content to leave him behind on a search for books. She stood up, figuring if she needed to lift him she could, but there was a chance he’d wake up quickly and they were relatively safe for the moment. The rain hadn’t started yet.

Sagira opened her mouth to speak again, and then abruptly shut it as she looked around her, bashfulness clear as day on her face. It was one thing to say a sentence or two, but she was about to have a real conversation with actual people and what if she screwed it up?! Who knew when she’d get this kinda opportunity again?! If they were looking for books, then that meant they didn’t have any intention of staying on Earth. She’d be back to being alone again soon, and the quicker she messed it all up, the quicker that would happen.

Taking a deep breath, Sagira started again. “I know this is probably not the best time because of the book search thing, but I’m glad you guys are all safe! And sorry if the fire startled you, shadows have a thing about fire and I built that rig forever ago so I figured, hey, these guys obviously have a plan and I can help, sooo why not?” Was she talking too much? Was that a dumb thing to say? Oh man, talking was nerve-wracking. Better stick to business.

“Um. Anyway. The lower floors should be safe for a while, while you look for your books. Shadows don’t have memories the way you and I do. They saw me on the roof, and when the fire goes out, the upper floors are where they’ll go, if they even get into the building at all, which almost never happens cuz honestly they’re pretty dumb. They won’t move back to the lower ones until they remember there’s more prey on the ground, but you all should be out of here by the time that happens so don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t go back outside again, though. ” In fact, she realized, she was even more stuck than they were. Oh well.

Rocking back onto her heels as a method of containing herself, she kept all the burning questions she had for them locked away in her chest, making it feel like it was about to burst. “Um… now that that guy isn’t awake, do we still have to wait for introductions or can I learn everyone’s name?” she asked finally, unable to stop it from slipping but, names! How could she wait for their names?!

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Character Portrait: Lucien Damani Character Portrait: Raven Blanc Character Portrait: Nadezda Marinovic Character Portrait: Robin Locke Character Portrait: Micah Volfkin Character Portrait: Elara Nirvana Character Portrait: Nayu Lati Character Portrait: Sagira Massari
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Raven Blanc


Nayu walked ahead and Raven sighed. It was tough work being part of a team which only formed because of their mutual dislike towards most things, including each other. “I was fine with making some noise and you two darting in, but throwing you to the Shadows so you shut the fuck up, because I don’t care what you don’t like. I don’t like you, and do I voice it? Yeah. How often do I say it? All the fucking time but is that the point? No. the point is for you to not talk about things you don’t like because it would make me feel better if I didn’t have to hear your voice.” Raven just rolled his eyes. Well, what did he have to say? Quite a lot, but it was all rather rude and included numbers. Something Nayu had told him at some point in the past not to ramble on about. “Besides, look. Some idiot is on the roof. How great. This is great. I hope she fucking dies.”

Wait, what? Raven glanced up and saw some chick standing on the roof. This literally made no sense whatsoever. “THAT’S YOUR CUE TO RUN!” Fire. Fire?! I did not expect this to happen at all. Not even 0.1%. Or 0.000001%, or 0.0000000000000000- Seriously, what? Raven just paused as he looked around, trying to see if anyone was even half as confused as he. Nayu seemed to have a quick grasp on the situation. How?! “Oh my fucking god I will leave you two standing there and gawking I swear it on my mother’s grave.” Raven sighed. If you're gonna leave us, why comment on it?Nayu “Fucking run you idiots!” Nayu ran and Robin ran and for some ridiculously stupid reason, he was running too. Raven looked down at his hand. Ah, that explains a lot. Would have been seriously weird if I'd just started running without even thinking about it first, as well as highly improbable.

"Oh dear god, I'm dying." Robin said, basically wheezing. Raven patted him on the shoulder, breathing heavily himself. Oh man, we need more exercise.

He turned at the sound of a voice. ”We need to find ourselves a room that seems safe from shadders. This room is fine f’r now, but soon the outside will be crawlin’ with the creatures and they’ll see right through this glass. I ain’t lookin’ f’r heroes or martyrs, so we’re not splittin’ up. If you don’t want in, then stay here. But I’m gonna be lookin’ to make a fire, eat something, pass out and kiss somebody. Not exactly in that order. Come with me, we’ll cut through the belly of the beast. If not, have fun playing ‘buccaneer’s bet’ by yourself. Any questions?” Shadders? The lack of proper grammar makes be feel slightly disturbed. ”No shadders. Lucy, hand me that-”

And there he goes. Raven didn't even so much as bat an eye. He just watched him, on the ground, just sort of lying there like a lemon. Now that he'd passed out, did that mean he was going to wake up and make his fire, eat and kiss someone? Is that how it works? "Great. Was he really that important or is he an option we can leave behind?" Raven groaned.

"Seriously? For these people, leaving this seabiscuit has about a 23.9118% chance of actually ending in success, which leaves them with a 76.0882% chance of failure, which is basically how it is for us but with the added factor of an extra person, and also there's the fact that-" Raven cut himself off for no reason, staring blankly at nothing in particular. He only fazed back into reality when the newest arrival began to speak.

“He’s alright. Probably just a little dehydrated,” Well, it still made no sense. Why would the seabiscuit be deprived of water? You'd think he basks in it. Raven didn't understand.

Robin began wandering and Raven turned to keep an eye on him. "Where are the books?" Well, 92.77 of the books in this library are gone. People burned them for warmth and to scare away Shadows. he thought, looking around stoically.

"Maybe we have to, you know, search for them. Like we do with everything."

The new girl was speaking again. “I know this is probably not the best time because of the book search thing, but I’m glad you guys are all safe! And sorry if the fire startled you, shadows have a thing about fire and I built that rig forever ago so I figured, hey, these guys obviously have a plan and I can help, sooo why not?” A plan? Well, that's a rather... wrong assumption. If anything, the man with the fire-eat-faint-kiss plan seemed to be the only one with an actual plan.

[i]“Um. Anyway. The lower floors should be safe for a while, while you look for your books. Shadows don’t have memories the way you and I do. They saw me on the roof, and when the fire goes out, the upper floors are where they’ll go, if they even get into the building at all, which almost never happens cuz honestly they’re pretty dumb. They won’t move back to the lower ones until they remember there’s more prey on the ground, but you all should be out of here by the time that happens so don’t worry about it. I wouldn’t go back outside again, though. ”
Oh hey, another person with a plan! Raven decided he didn't particularly dislike the new girl, since she had plans and he liked plans. Maybe he could make an attempt not to be a jerk to her. Maybe to the other people too.

Perhaps he could just be a jerk to Nayu and Robin. Not that he was too particularly involved in the two's arguments, considering he usually fights his part in his head.

“Um… now that that guy isn’t awake, do we still have to wait for introductions or can I learn everyone’s name?”

Raven audibly groaned. And now it was time to reveal his ironic, ridiculous name. Oh woe, why did it always come to this? The moment of truth is nigh. Hopefully, he wouldn't go into more detail than he should. "It's... Well, I'm Raven." he paused, before suddenly blurting things out. "And yes, it's a really stupid and ironic name and I wish my parents had called me something like Dove and not Raven Noir but I was born with black hair so it kind of makes sense! Just... Don't comment on it." Raven practically lost his uncaring look and got one that was a lot more flustered than usual, which was basically how he had introduced himself to Nayu and Robin. RobiNayu. Sounds like a robot version of Nayu.

The white haired boy looked around, glancing at the other people. The other pink haired male, the short black haired female and Greenie over there. And then the guy on the floor and new girl, who hadn't introduced herself despite being the one asking for names.

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Elara Nirvana


Reality...

It was obvious that Elara didn’t really notice the small awkwardness between her and Nezzy. She always thought that she is nice – well, that counts for mostly everyone though – and honestly, she liked her laugh. She liked creepy things – craps, which aren’t normal – well, something like that. So she smiled. “I am very okay,” she said while volunteer showed her arms, but on that point, Nezzy already grabbed for it and took a very critical glance on her white skin. ‘Okay’ – another word that made her proud. She’d never heard about it until meeting other humans. Words like that was from the start something that her parents never taught her, they always used 'correct' words. However, she missed the point. She was not only ‘okay’, but she was overly happy. Though it was obvious seeing her never ending grin, just trying to verify things.

“See? I am okay, Nezzy. It was very entertaining, first time seeing Shadders! I don’t think they were scary though…,” she added while peaking to Micah, who didn’t say anything what made her wonder. Suddenly she heard unfamiliar voices from far away, what was also the time when she finally noticed the other group consist of those 3 male creatures with unusual hair colour. Pink and white – something that she didn’t found awkward though, having Nezzy and Lucy around.

‘Books’?

That word made her listen closely. Where? There is a library? Elara loved books; generally, she loved to read, finding out many different things, though that made her not able to difference reality and fantasy. Well, not like it’s something that one should be able to in this kind of world. It was only as Nezzy pointed it out, that it should be somekind of an invitation. Elara respected Nezzy for realising that. With only two words, she understood! Nezzy is really someone ‘sharp’. “Let’s go… Let’s go… !,” Her small voice was pumped up with determination. Not having any time to wonder about her averting her eyes, she went ahead her brain like always and wanted to just go ahead and follow those 3 ahead as she noticed the grab of Nezzy was so tight, that she had to drag Nezzy with her – something she isn’t able to, obviously, so she stopped.

That was the time when she heard the anonymous yell from high above – and then she saw it. A flickering red above the roof of a building which threatening aura already could be sensed from far away. “Fire? Flame? Dancing Red?,” She muttered simply staring above, forgetting the warning to run. You could say that she was overwhelmed by the beauty of the red danger, as if wanting to grab for her and just took her inside, burning her into ashes. Honestly, she was pleased with that imagination thinking of her curiosity and her lack of experience in the real world. She was indeed aware of the dangers and hell, it couldn’t be the first time she saw a flame, how could they survive out here without having made a fire?, however, a fire in that amount was new. And that made her pupils dance with the melody of the dancing flames.

A familiar yell from a pink haired boy ended her trance and made her eyes concentrated on him. He stood not far away from them, a place that should be safe from the fire. Something that Elara won’t like, although it was Lucien. However, seeing Micah leading the way, she followed obediently nonetheless. Not forgetting to steal one last glance to the beautiful ocean of fire up there.

“Lucy!,” Elara squeaked as she spent him a smile. Although her disappointment was indeed very big, she couldn’t help to be pleased seeing his appearance. Somehow, it made her secure. Not having a time to hug him because of Micah, she let her eyes wander around the room where she was in. So many people – she recognized those three boys again, only one girl was unfamiliar. Wasn’t she the girl. “Fire girl?,” she asked with her slow and small voice beside Nezzy, which was almost not heard. So it would be likely for her not to hear her small question, which wasn’t really a question. She knew it was her and she liked her on the spot, not only because of her sighting her near the fire, also because her skin colour was difference. And as always, Elara really appreciated differences.

Micah was an admirable person, that’s for sure. He always knew to handle a situation; although this time certain people in the room seem not to be as pleased as her hearing his somekind of orders. She followed him, obviously. “Lucy, is that your family?,” It was an obvious question that someone like Elara should come up with seeing their familiar hair. Pink and Pink. “You both look familiar,” she explained well, if she saw only the hair. To make it even more clear, she pointed at the other pink haired boy there, who doesn’t really seem very happy with the whole situation. Something that Elara questioned.

Little was Elara’s worry about the whole ‘situation’. Honestly, she didn’t really think that they were in trouble. In the contrary, she was very happy having seen shadders and fire in such an amount for the first time of her life. Two things which could take ones life – a fact that she didn’t really understand yet.

However, seeing Micah suddenly collapse, she actually felt a slight hear attack. “Nezzy…. Lucy… What is with Micah?,” she asked worried as she kneeled down as the other pink haired boy whose expression was pretty much annoyed. The words that he spoke was like a blade going through her small heart. “Someone like you… should be called ‘nuts’… and ‘irresponsible’. You’re… definitely nothing like Lucy,” She said slightly raising her usual small voice. It was like always spoken in a slow pace, however, clear enough to hear and understand even for an idiot. It was definitely not and option to leave this man – it was an event that is unlikely to happen, having Nezzy and Lucy in this room.

Her eyes averted to the girl who is checking up Micah. The smile came back on her face. “He needs water, right?,” she asked as she took her small bottle of water and carelessly poured all of it above Micah’s face in the naïve thought of waking him up. Well, from the start, she doesn’t really think much at what she is doing.

Being releaved having done anything she could and being verified that it was nothing to be worried about by the girl from before she introduced herself: “Elara… and you, Black Miss?,” It was something that didn’t meant to be an insult, Elara never had such black thoughts. She only say what she saw, and well, she saw her dark skin what was probably something the one notice the first seeing the female human in front of her.

“Micah,” She pointed to the brown haired guy in front as a sharp eye went into the direction of the boy who made felt dislike for the first time. “Someone who looks front and always ahead, having a flower grow out of his heart, with a black- blue touch and interesting words!,” It should be a praise and something like an introduction of his interesting traits and personality, though it is explained with her somehow artistic and unusual adjectives. ”Right, Right?,” To make her words give out even more impact to the people, she stared to the other two persons in the room who knew him. A stare that could only be satisfied with a strong and clear ‘you bet’ or something like that.

Then her attention went to the guy who just intoduced himself. Raven. Like the beautiful black bird. "I don't think that... it's a bad name. Black is.. a beautiful colour..., why did you change it... and how?," Her eyes grow bigger, showing her true wonder. Elara couldn't help to think that this boy is unusual -- and that made her somehow happy.

Basically, she didn't really hate the situation knowing that Micah isn't going to die or something.

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Nayu Lati


There was a thing. And it was called paying attention to people. And Nayu. Well he was good at not doing that. Or disregarding their entire existence. That was great to do when he didn’t feel like…well, listening. So when the weirdo with the accent passed out, he didn’t really notice. One would think that his focus was only on listening to Robin and Raven bitch about everything. Those people would be right. Because he hated the two of them, but hell. They were his…family, in a sense. A twisted sense. And he listened to them because what if something was wrong? He wasn’t a bad person, just rude and rash and pretended not to listen. And then gave really shitty advice so they would figure it out on their own. He was good with that. But only for those he knew. And these new people, he didn’t know them. Therefore he didn’t care if they all dropped dead. “Great. Was he really that important or is he an option we can leave behind?” Nayu snorted and rolled his eyes. Wow, insensitive much? Even he wouldn’t go that far. Okay yeah he would, but that wasn’t the point at all. God. “Seriously? For these people, leaving this seabiscuit,” the not-quite-white haired boy smirked. Raven was an idiot, in the sense of he had too much information that wasn’t relevant on Earth at the moment, when he wanted to be, the things he said were pretty entertaining. “has about a 23.9118% chance of actually ending in success, which leaves them with a 76.0882 chance of failure, which is basically how it is for us but with the added factor of an extra person, and also there’s the fact that—” Nay was so close to telling him to shut his fucking mouth, but Raven did it to himself.

There was more talking, about the dude on the floor he really didn’t care about, and Nayu rocked on his heels in boredom. He wanted to move. He was good at work. Looking for a certain book, tearing down the shelves for wood for a fire, anything. Just. Not standing around. Because standing around was bullshit and he hated every second he wasn’t actually doing something. Damn Robin. “Where are the books?” See, damn Robin. What a fucking idiot. They were in a library. If they weren’t where they were currently standing, then the place had to have a second story. To which the books would be there. God, what a dumb hoe. There was more talking, and this time Nayu sort of listened. Something about a plan and scaring everyone because of the fire and oh. It was the girl who was on the roof. Thank god she was okay. There was more talking about fucking…something. And looking for books. And where the Shadows would go. Cool. He would listen when it was in the middle of getting away from them. One task mind. Not really, he was smart, but he wasn’t like. Smart. His world required little education and so he only knew what he retained from his family and whatever he needed to learn when he was with Kari. Bless his soul.

Introductions were next and Nayu listened in veiled amusement as Raven blurted out almost the same thing he had told him when they met. And Robin, but fuck Robin. Jesus Fuck. There was another run down of some of the others. Guy on the floor was something like Mica, and the roof girl was referred to as “Black Girl” which made him give a little scowl. But whatever. “Nayu.” He stated with a calm that Raven didn’t possess in any part of his body. “Not Raven, don’t get me mixed with him, I’ll fuck you up real good.” There was a scowl on his face and he was pretty sure that only Robin and maybe Raven saw that he really didn’t want to speak. At all. And that his was annoyed and ancy and he need to fucking move or somebody was going to get hurt. “The pink idiot is Robin, nice to meet you. Not really. We’re here for books. So fuck intros, let’s look for. Books.” He tossed a glance at Robin and he hoped the other saw the panic in his eyes because. Moving. It was something he needed to partake in. A task, or something, “Right, asshole?”

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Character Portrait: Lucien Damani Character Portrait: Raven Blanc Character Portrait: Nadezda Marinovic Character Portrait: Robin Locke Character Portrait: Micah Volfkin Character Portrait: Elara Nirvana Character Portrait: Nayu Lati Character Portrait: Sagira Massari
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Lucien Damani




Once inside, Lucien directed his paranoia towards the new environment. It seemed sound, but who knew how long that was going to last. He gave a mental shrug. Oh well. Though it was getting a little easier, at this point it was still hard to care about anything for extended periods of time.

And with that, the lavender-haired man turned his attention towards the person he’d abducted. Despite himself, the side of Lucien’s mouth twitched upward. Props to her for giving a proper greeting, considering the circumstances. It would be simply unforgivable for him to not return the gesture. He pulled his hand out from hers. "Oh, and hi... I guess."

But at that moment, Micah burst in, trailed by the girls. It was like a light had been switched on somewhere inside of Lucien. Maybe he’d become a little too dependant on their companionship? But whatever. How important could that be? It wasn’t like he was trying to be a loner. The exact opposite, actually. Wait. No, that couldn’t be right either...-

Micah took one look at Lucien and spread his arms wide open. Lucien blinked, his eyes watering. His brows creased together and lower lip began to tremble.

Lucien practically flung himself onto the open invitation, sobbing unabashedly. "M-Micaaaahhhhh....” He warbled, clutching the back of the sailor’s jacket. "You’re here! I-I’m so d-depressed... I don’t- I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore...." The two men were about of equal height, so Lucien had to make do with burying his tear-soaked face into Micah’s shoulder.

Eventually, however, Lucien pulled back, using his glove-covered hand to dab delicately at the underneath of his eyes. He took a deep breath. “I-I’m fine now.” He sniffed. In truth, he was feeling a little better, perhaps. Maybe.

As Micah, true to form, began dishing out commands, Lucien, true to form, wasn’t paying much attention. Still feeling a little shaky, Lucien inched behind a certain Victorian girl, fingers absentmindedly entangling themselves in her hair, still blinking tears out of his eyes. Man, he just lost it back there, didn’t he? Good thing Nadezda still had hair he could mess around with. No telling what would happen to him if it had all fallen out since the last time he saw her!

Lucien didn’t really pay attention to the new people, though of course he noticed them enter. So what? He was feeling a little better at this point, so the more the merrier. Nevertheless, Lucien watched them from the corner of his eye, keeping the majority of his attention directed towards combing out Nadezda’s hair with his fingers. How therapeutic! But then they needed to walk forward, and Lucien let out a little huff of irritation.

Though he freed his hands from her hair, Lucien wasn’t feeling particularly keen on giving her up entirely. Sociable? Why in the world should he be feeling sociable? He grumbled to himself, engulfing one of Nadezda’s hand with both of his, and toying with her fingers as they walked.

“Lucy, is that your family?” Elara. Lucien stiffened. Well... maybe he could be sociable for a little bit. Maybe.

Lucien looked up, regarding the pink haired fellow with quick eyes. Nope. Definitely not family. He resumed massaging the ensnared Nadezda’s pinkie. “No.” Lucien murmured. "Elly, my hair is lavender, not pink." He patiently corrected the small girl. All of that crying had calmed Lucien significantly, but left him with quite the dark mood, that while it was getting lighter, was still rather dark.

Thump. Lucien froze as Micah suddenly collapsed in front of him. Ouch. That had to hurt. But, luckily, the brightly-dressed girl began to look the sailor over before Lucien might be inclined to. Ironically, it seemed that all Micah needed was water. Lucien dimly remembered leaving his water jug in the lobby. But at least he wasn’t going to die. Good. That would be gross.

Lucien eyed Micah’s unconscious body for a bit before finally pulling away from Nadezda. He ignored the newcomers, hooking onto Micah’s jacket and slinging the larger man’s arm over his shoulder. Though Micah had him beat in terms of muscle, Lucien had enough inches of height on him to be able to drag the sailor into the lecture hall, or whatever the room used to be. But once he found a suitable patch of carpet, Lucien freed himself from the extra baggage as quickly as possible, meandering back to the group in time to witness little Elara chew out his “relative”.

Ah, how cute. And flattering. While Lucien didn’t particularly consider himself very responsible, he had just dragged Micah’s unconscious body to safety, so he supposed the praise wasn’t too off at that point of time.

Feeling a little better, Lucien turned to the brightly-dressed girl. “I’m Lucien. We met earlier.” And, as an afterthought, he gestured towards Nadezda. Poor girl, she was probably tripping over herself to come up with something to say. "This is Nadezda."

Lucien listened to the Nayu guy cuss a lot about books before deciding to reply, face blank even under his sunglasses. "There’s going to be a hurricane here pretty soon, so you guys should go down the hall and grab as many books as you can, then come back here to take your time picking one."

He didn’t really know why he was being nice to these people. But whatever.