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Martin Shepherd
A 'Changeling' from another Verse, Martin has had to flee his home to prevent the Unchanged finding and murdering him. His Change - large black wings - have a span of 13 feet.
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Terra
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Cloasse
Description
So begins...
Martin Shepherd's Story
Martin Shepherd shifted himself, leaning down against the bar on his forearms, large wings flitting behind him as he shifted them to get a little more comfortable. "Bloody wings..." was muttered beneath his breath, and a hand went behind him to automatically smooth at dark, glossy, and (annoyingly) ruffled feathers.
Martin Shepherd shook his head - threats aplenty today, he thought with a laugh to himself. He had had enough of the violence at 'home', where the Unchanged went around (literally) hunting the Changed. Most of them weren't even fully-changed yet, and had been dragged from their homes and hiding places half-formed and unable to run nor fight for themselves.
Martin Shepherd shifted away from the bar - obviously the man showing off whatever magical powers he appeared to have had no sense of subtlety. Martin would have killed (perhaps) if he could hide his wings that easily. He wandered aimlessly over to Tear's booth, an eyebrow raised when he noticed there was someone sitting at it. "Hi there..." he said quietly, as if not wishing to disturb her peace.
Martin Shepherd smiled and waved a hand, his wings automatically unfurling slightly to match the movement. "Hey there."
Martin Shepherd shook his head, a sheepish smile on his face. "I don't really... eh... know how to sit down - I mean, I can sit down, I just dunno how to do it with the wings - they're new..." he rattled off, evidently nervous about the new limbs.
Martin Shepherd 's shoulders - and, consequently, his wings - slumped. Why hadn't he thought of that? "I guess my house is gonna be full of backless chairs..." he muttered idly, lost in thought for a moment. "I mean - yeah, I guess I could. I'll just stand, for now. I'll figure it out eventually - like flying, right? That's gonna be a messy test-day..."
Martin Shepherd furled his wings closer to his back at that - "molting is gonna be a bitch!" he exclaimed, head full of thoughts of his apartment covered in his large black feathers. "Excuse my language," he added in thoughtful contemplation to Tear.
Martin Shepherd shrugged his shoulders. "It's just polite, is all. I am a - well. Used to be a lawyer. Although, I didn't even get to go to court, since these bloody things started growing in the day after my bar test - what?" His wings opened out slightly at the threat of things becoming 'messy' - like a startled animal, Martin felt that if he were going to be attacked, or someone nearby him, making himself look as big as possible was a good thing - and that was just instincts that had grown in with his wings.
Martin Shepherd "She'll never hit you?" he asked, voice heightening in pitch as his wings furled further around him, as if a protective shell of black feathers. "I... uh - well, I can't help it. They just... do that," he said lamely.
Martin Shepherd still looked uncertain - he was new in the area, and the most violence he had ever seen was the short clips of Changeling massacres on television, and that poor centauress being dragged from her house. "I'll stay standing..." he said slowly. Something in his mind had put out the thought that, if he were sitting, he wouldn't be able to move his wings: bad thing. "I like to be able to move," he added as an excuse. He unhappily curled his wings about himself, turning his head to see if he could figure out who it was that was threatening the woman. Maybe he could ask her to stop? Distract her with his wings?
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(( My soldieress character was a Primary is assassination - she still got caught and tortured, though. That's just realism. Having characters that are unable to be attacked are a bit too godmoddish for my liking. All of my characters can be killed. ))
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Martin Shepherd raised an eyebrow as he was addressed by Lorn, turning to look at her as he pulled his wings back tightly to his back. "Hello..." he said slowly. Did he know her? Or was she just randomly talking to him - he could work with that.
Martin Shepherd had that odd feeling - a tingling in the back of his neck - that he was being watched, and his wings shuddered involuntarily, shaking out their feathers and ruffling them before resting almost lazily upon his back, not as tightly furled as they had been before hand. "Yeah... Lots of violence - I don't really like it," he said, shaking his head.
Martin Shepherd gave a weak, albeit genuine, smile at the mention of his wings, and held his hand out to grasp Lorn's. "Martin Shepherd," he replied, giving his own name in turn. "Uh... Changeling, I suppose... would be the occupation - can't really call myself a lawyer anymore."
Martin Shepherd blinked at the voice in his head, glancing about him before looking back to Lorn with a shake of his head and wings. "I must be hearing things..." he muttered, before nodding, an eyebrow raised at the wink - he hadn't even noticed the chair. "Kinda?"
Martin Shepherd would have listened to Lorn if his wings hadn't suddenly snapped out and gave an overpowering beat, forcing Martin to shift in order to keep his balance. The sword, however, that Haley swung, did not miss him completely. His shoulder was torn open, as well as clipping a wing and causing a deep cut in the thick flesh of his right wing. "Holy mother of shit - that hurts," Martin gasped.
Martin Shepherd staggered back from the woman's seemingly insane throwing around of her sword - the man was near terrified by now. A his left hand had automatically come up to cover the wound on his shoulder, and the injured wing was furled tightly to his back. "I'm a fucking lawyer! Of course I don't!" His other wing, however, as at half it's span, a rather impressive three and a half feet, and he was attempting to look mildly intimidating, sub-consciously.
Martin Shepherd looked between the two as he watched them fight, a look of utter confusion mixed with pain. "I'm not really a lawyer, I just passed the bar! I haven't had a chance to be a lawyer yet," he called back, gritting his teeth against the pain in his arm. Blood was trickling through his fingers, and he was certain that black spots were encompassing his vision. Either that, or he was hallucinating, and both were bad. This time ready for Haley's attack, Martin's wings closed tightly against his back, and he ducked to the left of her swing, stumbling away from her. "Holy crap."
Martin Shepherd backed away from the obviously deranged woman. "If I wanted to die I - I would've stayed at home," he managed to stutter back at Haley. "I really don't want to die - I figure you should take that and go kill someone who does." His fingers were coated in his own blood, his t-shirt ruined, and he was leaving a trail of blood when he moved, blood having slicked down his arm and started to drip off of his fingertips. His injured wing was still furled tightly to his back, whereas the other was loosely hanging open - just in time to unbalance him forcefully with a powerful beat from the appendage and force Martin out of the way of Haley's next attack. "Shit, woman, stop it!"
Martin Shepherd looked around him in near desperation - fuck did he wish he had gone to med school when he had the chance. Now, however, the most he could do was protectively curl his uninjured wing around him and look for someone who wasn't trying to kill him. "Is someone a doctor... or Jesus - a miracle works fine too," he muttered, hoping someone would notice his predicament - even if he wanted to take his chances and attempt flying away, he wouldn't manage it with the injured wing currently held so tightly to his back it felt very much so uncomfortable.