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Jonah Moretti

"Stars Can't Shine Without Darkness..."

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a character in “The Imaginary World”, as played by Rawr413

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"Sing me to sleep, sing me to sleep, I'm tired and dying..."

Name: Jonah Moretti

Age: He appears to be about 20, has been in this world and is as old as this world's been thought up.

Physical Description: Jonah is over 6' with a slender build. His face was all soft features and sharp edges, quite beautiful really. Then the evil came in, tainting him. A mix of colors flow from his eyes or come in as fresh, small cuts. His fingertips have become a permanent, unorganized rainbow.

Abilities: Feeling Others - He can feel other people's emotions, a generalization in the atmosphere. With a touch he can pinpoint who in the room is feeling a certain anger while others are going on with happy conversation. He's always been okay with his power, glad to know if a companion is feeling blue one day. Now the world is full of worry and pain. He'll wake up in a great mood, step outside, and get slammed with the world's emotions. He hates it now.

History: He's always lived happily, his days consisting of sitting in meadows or dancing in the rain. He loved his spontaneous life of spins, twirls, and magical star gazing. When the nightmares manifested, his philosophies wavered and his opinions darkened. Life didn't seem so precious, and he started to see people in a new light. He didn't understand why this was happening, wondering if it simply had to do with his power.

He's still the same happy person, but his thoughts suddenly shift around, or disturbing images come in suddenly. "People are disgusting" is the thought he hates the most. He disagrees with it, but it just pops up.

Equipment: He holds a flower most of the time, usually leaving it behind his ear or breast pocket. He tends not to fight, but does have a kunai-style dagger

Other: He is always wiping his face throughout the day, his fingers, hands, and forearms looking like he'd been painting at some point. His cheeks are always stained with colors, but they usually don't mix to brown.

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So begins...

Jonah Moretti's Story

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Rooftops were his favorite place in the city, especially one so tall and out of the way of people. Lately some had been so paranoid, so worried of the incoming future. Jonah had heard about this Darkness people were so worried about, the nightmares they mentioned and the evil it would bring. He saw no harm, knowing their culture brought all sorts of crazy ideas. Usually he didn't find them this outlandish! No one in Aster City was in danger.

If Jonah had just been on the second floor rather than the third, he would have noticed the nervous atmosphere below. He would have sensed the ill-intentions in the air before the bomb could go off.

He wasn't on the second floor, though, but on the rooftop, and could not predict the dust rush over his dangling legs and up his nose. He didn't notice the brick crumbling underneath him until it was actually happening. Luckily, Jonah's reflexes were quicker than gravity. Well, not really but he was fast enough to spin around and grasp the edge of the rooftop. In his panic of survival he managed to do the only pull-up he'd ever done in his life, crawling up back onto the rooftop, then shooting for the center, far away from the explosion. He moved where he was on the opposite side of the staircase entrance and put his head between his knees, positive he was dying despite having no injuries. The accumulative pain from the wounded was startling, a feeling he'd never experienced before. His eyes started to water rapidly, crying from shock and the fright of the others caught in the explosion.

'Who is doing this? Is anyone going to receive help? What should I do for them? Myself?' he thought before checking over his limbs, realizing he came out unscathed but a scrape on his arm. It bled a little, not even enough to drip. He could count the times he'd seen his own blood on one hand, but he was sure it had never been blue- or green? Both?

He stared, confused and bewildered at the sight. He used his other hand to wipe the tears from his eyes, pulling back only to see even more colors smeared into his knuckles. He stared at his arms, then up at the sky as if it had his answers.

Jonah stayed that way, sitting through the fear until everyone was pulled out of the wreckage and received help. He got to his feet and moved to the fire escape on the side of the building, scrambling down the ladders and tripping over the asphalt at the bottom as he ran around to the front of the building. The impact of emotion had remained in the air, keeping Jonah frightened as he walked past, staring at the debris in awe. Who could do this? He stumbled on, seeing the faces of the wounded, re-living their state of shock for those few moments.

The damaging images flashed in his mind involuntarily, his mind only settling at the sight of a girl running off in a rush.

He could see her pin-straight brown hair as if it was actually there, her green eyes wide as she turned tail and bolted. What for? He couldn't tell right away, but as he watched her image go the answers seemed to flood in.

She had to get somewhere and warn someone. He wasn't sure how he knew that, but he did. He followed the ghost of her path, knowing she was probably a mile ahead at this point.

As he walked on, his curiosity faded with his fear. His eyes didn't look so watery and big, the drips of color beginning to stop. What was his concern with this girl that may or may not exist. 'That vision..., that vision was nothing. ' he whispered to himself, dark, blue eyes turning back to the building before searching for something else to do, something to focus on. He pulled the flower out from behind his ear and wandered down the middle of the road, most of the cars gone after the explosion. Without their humming engines the street was quieter than usual. If Jonah listened real closely, he could hear the people screaming from before.

He pulled his earbuds out of a tangle in his pocket and stuck them into his ear, shaky fingers finding his music player and hitting the play button, a love song from his favorite musical softly playing.

"I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind, I put down in words, 'How wonderful life is now you're in the world'..."

He really didn't think this was the appropriate time for sappy love songs, but it lifted his mood nonetheless. Despite his solid opinion the vision was nothing and his curiosity to do something else today, Jonah's feet followed the girl's imaginary pathway up the street. He could be wrong, but didn't think so.

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Jonah drained himself of the fear around him, told himself not to be so affected by it. He walked up the middle of the street, just a few more steps into the chaos, when a different feeling filled him with rage. It was bliss, pure confidence and certainty. Someone was glad that this had happened. He stopped in the middle of the commotion, looking around at the people surrounding him.

The blonde pushed through the crowd, darting to the left to look for this person. When the feeling dulled he felt frustrated, his teeth gritting together. He dove through the crowd and wound up on the other side, almost positive he could hear laughter. He came face to face with a beautiful girl that looked like she really could care less. His eyebrows scrunched together, a form of a glare developing. This wasn't the one though, the one that he guessed was either behind all this or had a big helping hand. The blonde looked over her shoulder, eyes beginning to drip again and stain his cheeks. His nose had been 'bleeding' fluently for the moment, and he could already taste a the chemicals of paint on his lips. "Is there anyone else here?"

The setting changes from Aster City to Imaginary and Beautiful World

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"Is there anyone else here?"

It sounded like a cry for help, at first, amid the screams and the chaos and the dust that clung to the back of her throat but not to her skin. Things had calmed down, some, since the collapse, with officials running amok and citizens unsure what to do. Li Mei hadn't twitched a muscle, but she stood a good hundred feet from where the girl now sat. She stared at her hands. What had just happened?

A man who looked as though the very colors of his body were staging a mutiny stood feet away, as did another figure, but they were nothing to the strange feeling that had nestled itself in the pit of her stomach. There was a certain breed of dread that had overtaken her, bitter and writhing like a snake's nest. She sighed, disappointed in her lack of self-control. It was her fault she wouldn't be able to remember this later. Now that she'd attached such primal things as feelings to her memory, the thoughts would wither away and die by tomorrow. She sighed to herself, then began to walk.

Then she stopped. There was an invisible body in her way. She cocked an eyebrow in perfect, practiced apathy, backed up, and waved, unsure whether she was waving to its front or to its back. Though she couldn't see the figure, it couldn't hurt to at least be polite. Years of servitude had at least taught her the value of subservience, if only that of the type that showed through on the surface. Her strange dress was mottled with soot again, but she could forget about that, for the moment.

[OOC: The Handmaiden bumped into Cara, in case that didn't make sense.]

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Vivienne smiled when the girl spoke. Her words sounded strange and hollow. Sound always did when she was separated from the world, especially when she's spent more than a day in the state she was in. The tinny voice spoke, asking her where River Town was, and she did her best to remember what River Town, exactly, was. Being as old as the world itself, she had seen so many things to the point that separating one thin from another was a challenge without her records. She rolled her eyes up, searching for the information.

There was nothing there.

"Sorry. I don't know." She spoke, her voice quiet and wistful this time. Not even being able to recall her own address led to a certain set of problems, most of which she couldn't even pull to the forefront of her mind to make use of them. "Though I'm looking for it, too. Why don't we go together?" Her eyes flicked to the smoke that hung heavy in the air. "It... might be safer that way, after all." She could remember the explosion. That was for sure.

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Emma smiled.
"Together would be great. And I agree... much safer."
Although Emma wasn't sure if safer was an option, she would prefer to not be alone when heading to River Town.
"I just have to run back to my apartment to get my stuff. Then we can head out."
Emma ran to her apartment to grab a few things that she would wish to take. She found her brown stuffed bear, which was in rough shape, lying on her bed. It had been created with her. She wondered what Maria had given it to her for.... Maybe she just needed a friend..... Cheesy....

Cara was freaking out. Had someone... waved at her? Plus it looked like that one boy heard her and was looking for her. How had they.... Cara's invisibility wavered as she grew nervous. For only a split second, she appeared, but manipulated her light again as quickly as she could. It wasn't her time to be seen yet. And if she got caught, she couldn't fathom what they would do to her if she would make it into their hands alive. They would prefer her to die a captive than reemerge a coward. She had no intent on dying either way.

Out of nowhere a horrific sob rang out. Cara looked up and smiled at the darkness's good work. People were beginning to panic. Just according to plan.

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"Is there anyone else here?"

E.B heard a voice and lowered her looking glasses, she saw a man standing in front of her. “Possibly” she said in a small voice, and noticed her was bleeding. ((GWAD BIOSHOCK fans beware)) “You’re bleeding” she said and pulled out a handkerchief, handing it to him. “I heard a laugh earlier, but it could have just been the wind.” E.B started to say, just in case the laugh in question was one of her comrades. E.B was many things but a snitch wasn't one of them.

"She placed the glasses over her eyes once more, and looked at the smoke headed into the sky. "What a site." she remarked.

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Jonah tried to keep his stern voice, but with the calm atmosphere he was eased into a better mood. "Oh...thanks," he whispered, wiping at his nose and chin, then the corners of his eyes. The handkercheif looked like it had been dipped in pools of paint, and his skin was smeared with a variety of blues and greens.

"There's someone-," his breathe caught in his throat as a girl appeared nearby, only for a moment. The panic she radiated alarmed him. ",-over there" he mentioned, pointing towards Cara. He was a little off, but the direction was correct. "She, she uh,, was happy about all this. People got hurt!" he moved around E.B. to the spot he guessed the girl was. It was helping him that some, other little girl was waving at 'nothing'.

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Vivienne nodded and waited, letting her toes brush the ground below. She couldn't actually feel the pavement, but if she could, she was sure it wouldn't have felt pleasant. Unlike the sweater she wore, a dark olive green draping over her hands, and her leggings, black as night and translucent as her legs. She swept a few strands of hair from her face, letting them fall back, in time. Gravity didn't really apply, but, then, neither did the reality of her being non-real. Her hair fell toward her feet, as did the baggy sweater's too-lovable material. Just like that, she stood, silent and waiting, for Emma to return. She didn't mind traveling, even if it did get her into trouble. She wouldn't remember it.

Granted, she didn't want to lose it all. She didn't want to let the memories slip away. She needed a computer. She needed something with memory— her mind certainly didn't have any.

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The Handmaiden stood dead-still, as silent as she'd always been. She was curious, certainly, but never having had voice to give light to her own questions had constrained them to her mind, where they stayed locked away until she could answer them herself. It was for this that she, upon seeing the flash of a body next to her, instinctively reached out a hand to touch it. She's glimpsed a girl, and she was panicking. Was it because of the smoke? She stare at where the body had been, willing it to reappear. When it didn't, she glanced away. There were so many questions still left unanswered.

The girl in the technicolor dress as dark as the writhing shadows was still, now, her hand extended into what very well may have been thin air. She could see out of the corner of her eye a man pointing at her— or was it the girl why had just flashed to life a moment ago?— and her eyes fell to the ground. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. Whirling around and disappearing in a graceful flurry of shifting color, the Handmaiden let Master take her being wherever He pleased. She had no more business, there. She had questions, and for this she had touched a girl, but she still had more left unanswered than she had the means to understand.

Li Mei's feet touched down on dust. She was far away from the city, now, in the canyons. She liked it here, in the silence. She was a girl brought to life by the desert. Though her expressions were, as always, muted, she spared a smile and began to walk. Perhaps she would find something out there in the bright light and the harsh shadows cast by the rock.

After all, what better a place to find answers to questions of the arcane than a desert canyon where no one dared to wander? The Handmaiden's dainty form disappeared into the canyons, hair swaying gently with her dress as she walked— the sight of which, a girl in pretty dress, very much out of place against the sheer rock faces and the worn canyon-bottoms.

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E.B looked at him and sighed. "Whatever it is, they won't show themselves that easily." she said and looked back to the building waiting for the next cue. Somethings were best left unsaid.

"Who are you anyway?" she asked. "Too take such an interest in other's source of fun?"

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Nevi had found her aunt and uncle once more, and they resumed their walk.
"I tell you that cloud looks like Abe Lincoln"
"You are Mad brother, anyone can see it looks more like James Buchanan!"
"Buchanan!"
"Yes,"
"Who is truly mad now?"

The setting changes from Imaginary and Beautiful World to Aster City

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Emma Brooke, with her small bag of things, took off running down the street, pushing past the panicked people who's eyes were wide with horror. Emma felt sorry, but she had to get to River Town ASAP. She almost forgot about Vivienne! Emma looked around, but couldn't see her friend anywhere.
"Vivienne?" Emma asked, her green eyes scanning the area. Emma stuck her thumb into her mouth and began softly gnawing on it. It was a bad habit she got when she was nervous. Emma took in a deep breath.
If I can just get out of the crowd, maybe she'll find me or I'll spot her.
Emma hurried through the busy streets, only reaching an open area when she saw the sign.
"Thanks for visiting Aster City! Come again!"
Emma stared at the sign. She had never saw that side of the welcome and goodbye sign. Emma had never even thought about leaving Aster City. And here she was, on a race to River Town, the place she swore never to return to. Emma turned to look back for Vivienne, but to her horror, a hiss came from behind her. She turned only to let out one word.
"CRAP!"

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The Snow Beast had just finished a good meal. The child was.... eight maybe? It was stupid for wandering into this part of the woods. Sean had secluded him as deep into the middle of nowhere as he could, but people were still curious. The Beast smiled sickly at his strange popularity. He was some sort of tourist attraction... but any brave enough to find the main event became the main course.
Just as the Beast prepared to take a nap on his full stomach, a small yet angry cry arose from a nearby spot in the forest. The Beast couldn't comprehend what the voice was saying, only that it seemed like less and less people valued their lives anymore... more and more wanted to visit him. The Beast looked around, but couldn't see where the owner of the voice was. As he shook off the blood of his last meal, he charged at where the last noise had came from, only being stopped by the chain around his leg. He growled and yanked with all his might, but couldn't break the chains. He let out a horrid cry as he lay down in the snow, defeated by the brains of his human form. As he drifted off, he slowly began to change to a scrawny boy with black hair and pale skin. The boy laid in the snow, surrounded in the blood of the child he hadn't meant to kill. He did not stir in his deep sleep.

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Cara James strolled along the city. She was unnoticed by many and those who saw her were too busy worrying about the explosions and earthquakes than to think of what an innocent looking girl may be plotting. Cara tried not to smile at how stupid these people were. They were too daft in their end to think of the girl that walked and talked like them. They were too selfish to point a finger at the girl who they had taken everything away from. Suddenly, a pain shot through Cara's body. It wasn't the pain of some kind of wound, but the pain of remembering her parents. Remembering what had been done to them. Remembering how cruel the people who murdered them were. Hate ran through her body like blood pumping through her veins.
They deserve to die! Cara thought in anger. She huffed and marched along the sidewalk, not noticing the very few people who wondered if she was here... who had noticed her.... She thought she was safe. She was as far from safe as she could get.

The setting changes from Aster City to Imaginary and Beautiful World

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Character Portrait: The Handmaiden Character Portrait: Sean West Character Portrait: Michelle Reed Character Portrait: Cara James Character Portrait: Dower Prose Character Portrait: Eran Quoan O. Character Portrait: Jonah Moretti Character Portrait: Nevicata Kokoro Character Portrait: Emma Brooke Character Portrait: Emilia Booker Character Portrait: Vivienne Loçiure Character Portrait: Sarz Therimine the Third
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(OOC: I doubt anyone is even still checking this, but I thought I'd make one last post at least, if not somehow give the roleplay CPR and somehow restart it's heart. Although it's probably dead, I just want to say it was fun while it lasted and I had a fun time roleplaying with you guys.)

The boy had a lot of questions, most of these Sean didn't even know how to begin answering. How he had came to be the legendary Snow Beast was a thing of mystery to even him. But, he decided it would be good to start with a name.

"My name is Sean," he said in a hoarse and quiet voice. His throat was scratchy and he felt sick at the smell of death all around him. "I was a shape-shifter with full control over my power. I never hurt anyone and I had never transformed into a beast like the one I do now. One day, I just lost it. Now whenever my adrenaline is peaked or I'm hungry, it happens. So, I locked myself away for good measure. But every now and then a curious person strolls along, thinking I'm just a stupid myth. And I can't stop myself."

He tried to pull his hand free, but the boy seemed to have an iron grip. Normally, Sean would have been strong enough to release himself, but he was tired and miserable, so he didn't prevail. He looked at the boy and gave him a serious look. "Just, whatever you do, don't take me back to town."

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Emma stared at Dower, completely surprised. He, of all people, wanted to help her get to River Town. Emma figured he would try to sabotage her trip or kill them both in the process. But Emma's power sensed that he was right. It would be faster if their were three of them to fight off whatever crap was in store for them on the way there.

Although her gut screamed at her not to, she nodded. "Alright," she said. "I guess we could use some more company." Her voice still seemed a bit cold and stern. "But if you try anything, anything in the slightest, you will regret it. So, let's go get Vivienne."
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Cara couldn't help but smile. She had played her part in striking fear into the city. And now the others who were with the Darkness were going to play their hand. Now Cara just had to stay out of sight at watch the world fall apart.