Description
Name: Zackery Firstington-(his fake last name)
Location: A small dark apartment in England. An undiscl
Species: Demi-Human Damphyr
At a height larger than the average human, Zackery had black, scruffy hair, dark shadows under his eyes, and a disregard for any kind of fashion (Apparent by the fact that he wore the same hoodie and jeans day-in and day-out). To most, he would appear as common as a blue sky during Summer, merely another basement dweller. That's what he would like to kid himself, anyway.
There would be signs that would reveal otherwise however. Restlessness throughout the night, fatigue during the day, abnormal flexibility, an intolerance for anything that had garlic, and he had a strange desire to see blood (He had an even greater desire to drink that crimson Elixir of Life).
As a child, Zackery never really had a circle of friends` in fact, you could say he was shunned by society. As the years passed, through childhood to puberty, Zackery could never truely understand why people hated being around him, why even his family, those who raised him, refused to help him or even care for his wellbeing. (Little does Zackery know that they are, in fact, not his true parents.)
Unbeknownst to Zackery, he is a Damphyr, half vampire, half human. Those around him do not want to be near him because they simply dislike him, they stay away because they are afraid of him. Damphyrs are a very rare sight, and instill fear into those around them whether they want to or not.
*"Damphyr"-half vampire, half human (His human side is dominant).*
So, with the truth of his heritage locked away from him, and with a society that fears his very existence, Zackery became a lonely, self-concious soul. However, those who would be willing to befriend him would discovery him to be quite kind, a friend for life. Just make sure to keep an eye on your neck if he gets hungry!
Personality
Shy- generaly does not like large social enviroments, likes to skulk around unnoticed, stalker like almost
Equipment
Unknown to him, he has a high healing factor, very high pain threshold and a very high agility
History
Much like the character, his past is shrouded in black
His real parents are unknown, but due to him being a dhampyr One can only assume one of his parents is a vampire.
He has cut off all contact with his foster family
So begins...
Peter continues on his journey, cutting through the grain, stopping to check his compass if he's going the right direction every once in a while.
"Great! I'll be right back then!"
Mitch decided he was done with feeling guilty, especially since the atmosphere of the whole place changed with the arrival of the new pups. It was time to greet at least one of them. Mitch didnt want to jump again, so he decided he would use the earth this time instead.
Mitch concentrated for a little bit, and the aura of sandy brown nature returned. It could be seen by even Haz. The aura suddenly collapsed in onto Mitch, and when it did, Mitch turned into sand that seemingly instantly dispersed in the wind.
The sand movement was a technique used for long distance travel. It was certainly something that Mitch needed alot of time to master as well. But once he did, he practically never used it. He just loved jumping around too much, or surprising people with a burial travelling technique.
Mitch would feel out the exact area of which Peter was cutting through the grass. He would appear directly behind him, silently materializing and pulling together the sand molecules to form his small stature of a boy once more. Mitch was prepared for a surprise attack from the fellow. But surely this little pup whom was lost, could join the merry group!
"Hello! I'm Mitch, and you are?"
Peter R. Sheffield turns around, sorta startled, and sheathes his machete, but flips open the strap on his holster. "I'm L-1707, or Peter." He says.
Mitch was amused at the calm reaction of the new pup. He decides to try and play it straight forward for a little. He put his hands behind his head, and began to sway side to side playfully. You could see the blue eyes of his glow a little as he become excited and intrigued. The skull helmet on his head would look like it's supposed to fall, but it wont. Even after all of the precarious swaying.
"You are lost correct? Would you like to join me and the other two nearby? We are soon heading somewhere that allows for a little more understanding of where you are." Mitch said.
The Butcher of Wing City emerges from the tall grass, groaning and moaning in hectic confusion as he lumbers forward menacingly.
Mitch finished his sentence and felt another presence stirring around. This one was the darkest of all the ones whom arrived recently. Certainly someone that would end up being...problematic. Unless they are the type to overwrite their own nature for something less expected, and more interesting. But Mitch was usually not wrong about people's intent. Their aura always spoke loudest. This person was dangerous and Mitch could sense it from a distance.
He looked over in the direction of that presence, he couldn't see over the grass, but it was like he could see through it. Given that Mitch's sight is that of upper beings, this wasn't difficult to believe. Especially after the display from earlier.
Mitch decided to contact Ondona. He locked onto her aura and sent a mental message.
"There is a chance that we might run into trouble with that new arrival. Keep a...metaphorical eye out." he telepathically relayed to Ondona.
In the meanwhile, he turned his attention back to the pup he was standing in front of. It was weird that he had his holster open, but I suppose in a situation like this one...well, Its more than expected.
This whole place seemed to be more livley than usual...From simply two people more and more people seemed to be coming to Genisis. The goddess gave a small smile, well they seemed to not be harming anyone...That was until she caught a n all too familiar smell. The smell of blood along with the presence of someone akin to a hunter...But one who hunted humans...How a being like that came here she would not know but as quickly as the presence arrived it vanished...At least from this area...
She simply nodded in response, no words was needed to be relayed after all.
The soldier stares at the one who calls himself "Mitch," and begins to feel suspicious about this whole situation. How had the being come up behind him? He was the only one travelling this path. And while "Mitch" may seem nonthreatening, there was always a chance he was more dangerous than he seems. So L-1707 asks, not impolitely, "Who are you, where did you come from, and what do you need?"
Charles Lorian clambers up the side of the ship, and looks around, searching for the people he's sure are here. "Hey! Anyone need a ride?" He shouts.
Mitch looked at the person asking about him. He smiled.
"I'm not important. At least...WHAT I am is not important. However, you escaping this place is. Would you like to go about doing that? Would you like to have some fun? There is money to be made for you, and adventure for me."
Mitch looked over in the direction of a ship, that really shouldnt be where it is. But he has seen far weirder things. So a ship showing up into the land of the spirits? Not weird enough to make him flinch. But it is enough to get him amused. Mitch sent out his senses into the direction of the first friend he met. He felt him moving away from Ondona. He was curious as to where the guy was going. He certainly was on an agenda to get somewhere...no wonder really. After Mitch's little display.
"You tryna catch a ride or explore this land? Your choice. Make it fast, I'm leaving right after your answer."
Peter R. Sheffield says in a serious manner, "I'll go with you, and explore. Sounds more fun."
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Mein gott, where I am now??? I thought I was in my house, honestly.... But my mom told me when I'm all alone, I could use my powers to the test if I'm not mistaken. But, oh my head.. It is really hurt, I mean really verletzt.
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In front of Claire, a sphere of indescribably bright light shimmered into view. The sphere of light began to morph, and change into a strange figure shrouded in curtains of light, two silver eyes peering out from behind the luminal shroud.
"Welcome, my child." The figure said, a deep male voice reverberating through the golden fields of Genesis.
Who are you, herr??? And where I am now?? Is it you, you sent me here?!!
The shimmering figure paused for a moment, and then replied.
"You are, as I once was, and I am what you may yet become." The figure said cryptically.
"This place is called Genesis."
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Well, tell me. Why did I get here in the first place, herr??
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That I cannot tell you, my child. I can only guide you deeper into the realms of the Multiverse. Those who arrive here, come from places whence they cannot return.
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So, it means that I could not see my vater & mutter?? Schiesse...
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