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Drake Coleman

"Are you kidding me? I have more important things to be doing right now... Like fighting a WAR."

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by Hyro

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Full Name: Drake Levi Coleman

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Gifted Human

Gifts: Energy Manipulation, Dragon-Themed Powers, Mystery Power(To be revealed).

Original Canon: Drake lives in a world where gifted humans are the norm. They aren't superheroes or mutants or anything of the like. There are normal humans, but most had been wiped out due to an early historical war in which the Gifted took over. A couple still exist, but to Drake, they have always seemed very foreign and primal. His story takes place during a second and much larger war between two rivaling factions, Liberty and Erubesco. Both are corrupt and neither ideal, so Drake has found shelter in the wastelands between the factions, rebelling against both in a resistance group he helped form called the Wanderers. It is a constant struggle in the wastelands, but Drake has come to find the Wanderer group as his family and home.

Description: Drake is a tall and lank figure, ranging around 6ft. Most of his muscle resides on his upper back, right around his wings, making him an avid flier. The rest of the boy's lack of strength he makes up in being quick and evasive.

Drake can regularly be seen wearing a white tank top and his signature sleeveless leather jacket. He never takes it off, as it has become a form of constant. Something that stays the same while everything around him is changing. Other parts of his apparel include black jeans, a pair of black and white sneaks, fingerless motor gloves, and a chain necklace. The necklace is adorned with a sentimental jewel at the bottom, shaped like a dragon tooth but made of some kind of crystal.

Personality: Though sometimes reclusive, Drake has definitely taken to the role of peacekeeper back in his home canon among the Wanderers. His younger brother Kyle left a big impression on him after his death; The boy is seen constantly breaking up fights and consoling those around him. Caring more about the well-being of others than himself, Drake has done his best to keep the Wanderers from falling apart. Every so often, however, his temper gets in the way. The boy has a number of anger management issues which are linked to his Dragonic powers, so his rage will occasionally show its face and mess things up. He does his best to stay calm, however, in whatever way he can.

With strangers, the boy is hesitant and distrusting. He often comes off cold at first, perhaps to show that he isn't a force to be reckoned with. He still struggles with social skills on occasion and typically stays quiet to avoid conflict.

Skills: Drake has a number of skill sets, though none of them are ideal around the kind of people he's up against. Street smart is the best way to describe Drake. Without any real intimate education, the boy lacks any advantage on the intellectual spectrum. However, his potential for schooling is likely far above average. He's a great strategist when given the chance, as well as an excellent stealth asset. He is also very intuitive.

His energy powers give him the ability to sense those around him. He will usually know if someone new is coming around the bend. It is very hard to sneak up on him.

Weaknesses: While the boy is immune to heat, he is extremely susceptible to water and cold. What would take an hour for one character to get frostbite may take the boy a mere five to ten minutes.
Loved ones are also an Achilles heel. He is very likely to sacrifice himself if it means saving someone he cares about. The same goes for children, especially those around the same age as Kyle. 5-9 year olds, typically.

Brief History: Drake's mother, Charity Coleman, and father, Sebastian Coleman, were both two of the original chairmen in Erubesco. Both were highly regarded while they were alive. Sebastian, however, had a heavy drinking problem which developed early on. With Sebastian being an abusive drunk, Drake often got the short end of the stick. He stayed strong through it all, even focusing on keeping Kyle, his little brother, safe.

Kyle, fed up with all the fighting between factions, had joined Liberty in an attempt to bring the two together. It didn't end well, and the younger brother was killed during a public speech by an explosion, which was blamed on each opposing faction. Charity committed suicide after discovering Kyle's death. Sebastian, however, decided to take it out on Drake first, before joining his wife in the afterlife.

After receiving this news in a less than pleasant demeanor, Drake set off on his own, making the decision to shy from both factions. Having discovered the corruption on both ends, he started the Wanderers with Dawn and Rick. As a tribute to his little brother, he vowed to end the war between the factions once and for all.

So begins...

Drake Coleman's Story

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Choosing to ignore the others, the winged boy focused on Dawn for the time being.

The boy’s eyes lit up at the girl’s recognition. Thank god, someone he could rely on around here. Of all the Wanderers who could have been pulled here, Drake was admittedly glad it was Dawn. She was like a sister to him. The two of them had started the resistance group, after all, and had known each other longer than most of the others.

Well, except Allen, but honestly, who cared about that guy? He could never take anything seriously.

“Dawn, thank god. I was starting to think I was alone here, and with all the Erubescan troups over there-” he trailed off, noticing how distracted the girl seemed. And how… pale. Sickly. More-so, he couldn’t help but notice her aura. It, too, portrayed that she was, in fact, not handling things well.

“Hey… Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he commented. Drake had no idea the kind of irony that came with that statement. Clueless to the fact that he had been pulled from his timeline only a few days before his life would come to a final end. He had no idea he would be buried by the very family he had spent his life protecting.


The boy decided he should probably explain what he knew so far. “It seems we’ve been pulled from our world and thrown into some alternate dimension with a bunch of other… things. People. I haven’t really figured out what to call most of them yet. But uh, yeah. If it wasn’t for some of the things I’ve seen so far, I’d still be having a hard time believing it myself.”

He was rambling and opted to revert back to his previous topic. “Seriously though, what’s bothering you?” Sometimes he wished he could read minds, too.

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Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Helena
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He didn’t know.

Even without looking within his mind, his obliviousness towards...well, what had happened was obvious enough. Drake was just as animated as before, as alive as before, just as Dawn had remembered. He brought up the presence of the Erubesco troops, but it was the thing that he had added after that truly caught her attention- the idea of an alternate world. Of them having been taken as the voice had said, and thrown into a place where the beings they had seen were completely natural. It didn’t take long for the girl to put the pieces together, to work out the implications of what had been told to her, and what she had seen with her own eyes.

If they really were in an alternate world, then…

Dawn had already seen proof that others had come from her world already. The woman, Kora, and another from the attack, the radioactive man whose name had slipped her mind, and now Drake. Given the fact that they were currently surrounded by walking suits of armor and actual dragons, this...being having the ability to take some from alternate timelines- even alternate dimensions, perhaps- didn’t seem too far-fetched.

Or perhaps the fever dream theory was still plausible.

Either way, there would be no point in making any dry comments of actually seeing ghosts, or even bringing up the subject of what had happened in her own time. Dawn only turned to look at her company once more, put up a smile that was- hopefully- more genuine in appearance than the first, and did her best to steady her emotions for the time being. Brooding over all of...this would only bring more problems than they already had, after all.

“I’m fine,” she lied, a soft, breathy laugh escaping her. “I’m just...a bit surprised at all this, really. Nothing too bad, really- we just need to focus on what ‘Rend’ wants from us, right?” Before Drake had a chance to answer, however, Dawn’s attention was once again drawn away. Not by the brewing tensions, or even the fact that the person who had fallen was now eying a...dog? as if it were a piece of meat.

No; while the eerie nature of how the man was observing the canine was something to be concerned about, Dawn was more focused on the girl currently drowning in a puddle. Eyes widened, she quickly muttered a “hold on” before practically sprinting over to the person. With as much gentleness as she could muster for the situation, she dragged the girl out of the water and onto a relatively dry section of tile, and began to check to see if her airways were blocked. While Dawn didn’t have the same medical experience that others could boast, she at least knew well enough to perform the basics- namely, how to keep someone from choking to death if necessary.

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Drake watched as Dawn’s aura evened out for the most part. There were still subtle hints of whatever had been bothering her before, but it was nothing he felt was necessary to pry about.
Dawn had always been good about staying strong during bad times. The boy always found it admirable and respectable.

“If you say so.”

He then watched as she darted off to go help someone. Someone who appeared to be… drowning, from the looks of it. Eesh. He hoped the girl was alright. That had to be quite an awful way to awaken. He moved to join Dawn in checking up on the latter, keeping a few feet from the two so as not to get in the way. After all, he was still working on drying himself off. The boy was already plenty weakened from that. As he looked over the girl though, he couldn’t help but notice something familiar about her aura. Like he almost recognized it, though not fully.

Drake couldn’t quite place what was so familiar about it, so he tried not to think about the strange feeling for now. Instead, he focused on the girl’s well-being. “Is she breathing?”


The boy moved to rifle through his bag. Perhaps the all wonderful being of power had provided them all with towels.

That would sure be helpful, at the very least.

Another voice had made themselves known at this point, and Drake found himself looking up in surprise. “Cain?” It was the prophet. The boy hadn’t seen Cain since… Well, since one of the earlier assaults on the Wanderers. Since he’d been kidnapped by Erubesco. “But… I thought you were…” A pause as he tried to recall, but that day had been such a blur. The kidnap, the trauma, his return… He hadn’t been the same after that. “I thought you were dead,” the boy finished, looking at Cain now as if he were looking at a miracle.

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Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli
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Azai's narrowed eyes scanned the rather numerous members of this arena at a bit of a loss. Most had ignored his appearance which suited him just fine in this situation. At this point, being ignored or missed was a good thing. That meant he could find his way out of this situation as quickly as possible without being attacked or something. Then he could sit in a corner and watch what was happening and try and piece together the events. Right now, absolutely nothing was making sense. There was a tin can speaking about powers and talking in the third person maybe? She was odd. There were a wide range of humans and non-human looking things around and some had wings to. He couldn't tell who was friend and who was foe in this situation. He couldn't be back at the manor that was for sure. Kenner would not approve of this and though the man had threatened to put him in the arena if he didn't shape up, this wasn't the arena he spoke of.

The spider began to calm and shift out of his defensive position. Without everyone distracted he could slip away. Unfortunately a couple did spot him and spoke to him. The one he fell on even extended a hand towards him. He instantly crouched and hissed, baring his fangs again in panicked defense. He glanced to the side when he heard a commotion and saw a couple of people saving a stranger from drowning but quickly put that out of mind. That didn't concern him. He turned his gaze back to creature that extended a hand towards him and sniffed the air. Huh. Strange. He smelled male. Why did he wear female attire? It did look good on him but he was sure a male's outfit or perhaps something more revealing would suit him just as well. Azai's own clothing was airy and exposed to show off the elegant markings on his body. Kenner had refused to allow him the gems that normally adorned his body to accent them, but whatever.

He glanced at the two that had spoken to him. One had asked about his name and baggage? Was he talking about that thing that had fallen on him? Why did he want his baggage? He didn't know what was in it, but still. He said he didn't want to harm him but he did call up that... thing. Whatever it was. It was shadowed but it didn't look very friendly. Its motions confused the shit out of him though. What did he want? Verge... that was an interesting name to. He wasn't sure how he wanted to respond.

"Who are you people?" he asked the strangers then. "What is happening? Desert outside?" He glanced around at everyone again and backed away a bit to keep people in his line of sight. He didn't trust any of these people. That voice had said they were from different worlds. That meant he wouldn't know anything about these creatures. But if there was a desert outside, he preferred being in here. there were darker corners that he could tuck himself away in. It was safer than the open. He didn't care if these people died. If they died, more food for him. He didn't exactly want to go back to his world either. This place meant he was free from slavery. He glanced down at the black ribbon on his arm marking him as a black-tier slave. He grinned. He didn't need that anymore. He quickly ripped it off and let it fall to the floor.

Perhaps he wouldn't be attacked. No one here seemed to be attacking each other. He straightened himself slowly. He could easily spring and run away if he needed to. "Madison was it? Interesting...And Verge..." he mused. "You may call me Azai. Why are you wearing female clothing, Madison?" He glanced at Verge again. "And what is that shadow thing? Is that part of you?"

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Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Makorai Saika
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Skip III took Drake's failure to respond to his verbal jabs with pursed lips but unusual patience. There was so much going on to occupy his attention that he figured his unwilling foil could wait.

He listened to the exchanges, the tantrums, catching himself up on the situation, valiantly resisting the urge to run and pet Dog or Fell. Or Eze. Or anyone else with scales, feathers, fur, or tails. His patience held, for now.

Rasteva was saying something about showcasing skills.

First order of procedure when he was to be spending extended amounts of time with a new team... Skip checked his pocket. Still there. Probably not enough for everyone, but, he fished out the small plastic container and popped it open as he spoke.

"All right, I can spar," he volunteered, smiling at Stride broadly. He held up one of the small pills from the container and danced over to the masked woman to give her the gift. "I'll try not to produce any gamma rads, because ya know, nonlethal, but uh-- You should probably still have one of these. Actually--" He looked around, pouring the lot into his hand and beaming like nothing was at all alarming, "You should probably all have one." He passed one to Madison and the rest of the huddle by the puddle, smilingly giving Cain an extra for when their drowning victim recovered. To the man who had fallen from the sky, "Hi, I'm Skip the Third, you missed it. Welcome to not-the -afterlife. This'll keep you from getting thyroid cancer." One for Dawn. One for Amos. Not one for Drake. Drake came back to life. One for Makorai, with an apologetic edge to his smile because Skip knew Makorai was among the majority of Erubescans who avoided him like the apocalyptic plague he was. "Um no guarantees about other kinds of cancer. Except there's uh--not enough, but..." He counted the remaining iodide blockers. Three remaining. Everyone in the arena except Drake, Eze and Rasteva had now been handed a pill, and then there were the three scouts when they returned...

Skip looked at Rasteva. "Do you need one, Legion?" he asked, unsure about the suit of armor's mortality status.

He handed one of the remaining three to Ezenvare.
...And now he was so close. Whether or not it was offensive did not even cross his mind. He couldn't resist giving the reptilian man's scaley neck a pet.

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Kora, assuming her help was not immediately required, watched the bossy girl and her dragon leave with the one with the face-gap. Ostensibly for scouting, but she did not entirely trust them to return.

There were other options, but that would involve having to negotiate with the filthy terrorist about flying up and getting an aerial view and she was not sure she was really a good person to do so... even if they could trust what he'd got to relay.

She idly listened in some capacity to what Rasteva had to say. She was not exactly feeling terribly amicable considering that thing had just tried to kill her not a few minutes previous, but its suggestion seemed solid enough. Better people knew how much they'd been nerfed now than end up getting screwed later on.

Though she didn't think she really wanted to try her own to their limits.
Kora didn't really feel dramatically different. Indeed on the yard stick of magic and immortality, her abilities were pretty much one trick ponies. But they were ponies that did the one trick pretty effectively, and it was a trick that once started, wasn't really something you could stop. Powering up berserkergang wasn't like a switch on and off. Once you invoked it things tended to get pretty intense.

Ripping an enemy combatant in half at the waist with your bare hands was very useful in a battle situation, but was frowned upon in a friendly scenario.
"I'd be happy to do it, y'know, assuming this homicidal tin man doesn't try and chop me in half again, but no powers here. Don't want things to go sour."


Just then, she received one of the iodide pills, and rested it in her palm for a moment, watching the young man rushing to hand them out..and he appeared to be coming up a bit short. Her expression grew a little more sober for a moment.

"Hey, uh, Skips, you might as well save mine for somebody else." she stated, rather awkwardly holding it back out to the radioactive gifted.
"Cuz uh....y'know..."

Mostly because thyroid cancer had a five year survival rate of about 90% and Kora had a five year survival rate of about 0%.


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The oddly dressed figure, now pulled out of the puddle, pushed herself onto her front, curling her knees underneath her and coughing up some water fro her lungs onto the stone floor.

From there, she went quiet for a moment, resting her forehead against the floor, eyes shut. Silent. Water seeping out of the ragged layers of clothing.

Then, the young woman spoke, quite clearly...if rather cryptically.

"There are wolves in the sand. Blood sinks and bones rise. A step you take can't be taken back. Even if you cover your tracks the sand will always know that you walked there."

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At first, Dawn didn’t seem to react to the sudden presence of someone who, not only was another member of her world, but a former member of her group- she merely frowned at first, brow furrowed in concentration as she continued to overlook the state of the woman drawn from the puddle, but as her appraisal apparently came to a close, she spoke.

“I think she might have some left in her...” Her voice was that of someone lost in thought, eyes still focused on the rise and fall of the stranger’s breathing for the time being, fingers pressed against her pulse. Her heartbeat was steady, at least, but there was a certain irregularity to her breathing that had caught Dawn’s attention. The mental manipulator had just reached out to begin an attempt at chest compressions when the woman had suddenly moved by her own strength, and began to cough up whatever fluid had been left in her lungs- a good sign, Dawn was sure. However, shortly after she had apparently recovered, the stranger began to speak what was, to the other, nonsense- something of wolves and steps and blood and bones. Perplexed, Dawn took a moment to puzzle out what the woman had said, before giving up and instead resuming attempts to assist her.

“Are you alright? You seemed like you were in there for a while.” She reached a hand once more, hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering above the woman, before placing a light touch onto her back. As she did so, Dawn became aware of two new presences nearby- two Erubescians- but reacted with little more than the same distracted attitude she had regarded Cain with. Her fingers wrapped about the pill given to her with a soft “thanks”, and tucked it away in her pocket for the time being- perhaps, later, she would put more thought into what had been handed to her and by who, but not now.

It didn’t take much logic to predict that Dawn’s response towards Kora would continue to follow the vein, and, indeed, her attention seemed to be too wrapped up at the moment to notice just who, exactly, was offering them help. She merely nodded gratefully, taking into account the state of the stranger’s clothes- completely sopping wet. While it was a bit presumptuous to assume that such a figure would be uncomfortable in such an outfit, it was still worth at least seeing whether she would need the warmth- or so Dawn thought.

It was obvious enough that once she wasn’t preoccupied with making sure that nobody was at risk of getting hypothermia or the like, the girl would be in for quite the surprise.

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Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Helena Character Portrait: Cain Merrano
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Cain, seeing that the girl was fine enough for now, called back instead to Madison. "Does anyone recognize this landscape, then? Because it looks sorted like the ashland, but less ash and destroyed buildings!" He was then addressed by Drake, and he looked evenly at the younger boy. "Yeah, so did she." he said, indicating Dawn, making it sound like he was speaking of the mind manipulator's belief that he himself had died, instead of the fact that he had long ago predicted Drake's fall in battle but had been gone from the group before he could do anything to change that future. "I wonder why, it's not like you left me alone in unknown condition in an irradiated mansion with not even a note to say "We're heading south west to Helton" or a pack of supplies to get me through the separation." there was no bitterness in his voice, though, only an odd pensive quality. "Say, can you still do your revival thingy? Coming back form the dead and all? Or did you already lose that?" rather blunt, but honestly, the boy would learn soon enough that his immortality was temporary.
In the meantime, the suit of armour declared a tournament, and Cain stood up. "My abilities are stabbing people, luring people into dark alleys to stab, seducing women into dark alleys to stab, haven't used that one in a good many years, interpreting prophecies, indestructible shields, seeing the future and no promises on those last two, because Rend decided that it's no fun if I can predict the plot. I won't be participating, thanks." he then settled back down as Hel began to speak, and nodded along, understanding perfectly. "But it is a rare thief that shares jam made of stolen fruit, much rather would he hoard it all for himself." he replied. "Wolves hate fruit anyway, and sand might remember, but if drowned it can't speak." he patted her on the back. "My name is Cain, miss. What's yours? One of you get her bag." he then instructed the two gifted he had travelled with once upon a time.

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As Skip trotted around, giving out pills, Drake half expected him to stop and give him one as well. Perhaps he felt Skip had some moral sense. Then again, perhaps he was wrong. Skip had gone right over him, causing the boy’s eyes to narrow in irritation. Mild irritation, anyway. He didn’t exactly trust the pills, and would have declined regardless, but it was the lack of consideration behind it that peeved the boy. Skip had only passed him over because Drake could come back if he died - he knew.

Well, whatever. The pills were Erubesco science, most likely, and certainly not something he wanted tampering with his immune system anyway.

Though he still wanted to punch Skip again.

Drake glanced at Dawn out of the side of his eye, noting her lack of response to Cain. She seemed really focused on the task at hand, almost as if she were in a trance. It was certainly unusual for her. His attention moved back to Cain as he spoke, eyes softening a bit with slight guilt. “They left you there?” He couldn’t believe this even as he heard it. They never left anyone behind.

The Wanderers were a mess, that much was clear. This was why he needed to get back home, to try and fix things. He felt somewhat responsible, considering the choices that were made occurred when he was not around. If he could just get back and be a good influence on the group, maybe they would revert back to how things were supposed to be. They could go get Cain, bring him back home. That was assuming the winged boy would remember anything that happened in the Rend upon return.

“Lose my revival power? What are you talking about?” He asked, now looking a little troubled, “That can’t happen. It’s linked to my little brother’s spirit, isn’t it?” But even as he said this, it was clear in his expression that he didn’t fully believe his own words. Cain’s prophecies were always right.

Feeling some obligation to the prophet, the boy followed his request and looked around for the girl’s bag. It lay by itself a couple feet away, the only bag untouched thus far. Drake went to retrieve it, looking at the name with some curiosity. Helena… Strange. He didn’t put much thought into it though. Carrying it back over by it’s strap, he set it on the ground by her, opting not to rifle through it.

He had no need to mess around with someone’s personal stuff, after all.

“I believe this is yours.”