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Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall

"Dammit, why couldn't you have chosen Gale?"

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a character in “The Rend”, as played by ianna_334


Full Name:Vladimir Moonfall





Original Canon:Mirrored/Adherents

Description: Verge is the spitting image of his late father, except for his eyes, which are his dad’s striking gold. He has dark, loosely curled hair that brushes his neck and long bangs that get in his eyes. He is slender and toned from the work he does and the practise he does to prepare for his job. Verge doesn't smile often; his default expressions are boredom or a smirk. His true smile lights up his eyes in a way that his faked smiles do not. He is pale and burns easily in the sun, and takes care to make his appearance look handsomely dishevelled.

Personality: Verge was manipulative from the start, using his cuteness to its full potential to wrap his parents around his fingers. The habit only grew from there, as he watched how Tem charmed Blaze with no effort at all. But despite the manipulative tendency, he was still a sweet little boy, if a bit selfish.
Things changed with Tem’s death.
Verge didn't want to get over Tem’s death. He wanted to be left alone until the grief passed, but people with helpful intentions kept trying to get him to open up, to talk about his feelings… They were trying to make him forget, and forgetting was the last thing the child wanted. He started to say that he was fine, that it didn't hurt anymore, and repeated the lies until they were believed. He learned how to feel one thing but show another.
Currently, Verge has a good heart, but good luck getting to it. Observant and controlled, Verge pays attention to the people around him, and is well on his way to becoming a chessmaster. Still rather selfish, Verge looks out for the interests of himself and his dad, and insulting Blaze is more likely than not going to get you a punch to the face...which is preferable to the long drawn out revenge he is prone to otherwise. He can be malicious when someone irritates their way past his cold demeanor.
His soft side is very different from his usual behavior, and just about impossible to witness either

-In control of himself
-Well trained and dedicated
-Is able to summon a Mirrored, a physical manifestation of certain parts of his psyche, which have different powers depending on what they represent. Being a Deception Summoner, Verge’s summon can create illusions and twist perceptions. He can also send it into battle in his place, since it is much harder to injure, has wings and long talons, and can strike harder than Verge could on his best day.

-Never really got over Tem’s death
-Very protective of his remaining parent
-Harsh, distant, and cold at times
-Doesn’t like to show weakness
-Both his attitudes are dangerous in their own ways (the “you only live once” attitude has him taking stupid risks and the cautious attitude has him overthinking and second guessing himself, leading to delays)

Brief History: Verge remembers a loving childhood with his parents, a peaceful and loving atmosphere interspersed with action the few times he got taken to the Adherent base. He remembers an object tightly hidden where he couldn’t reach, that he was drawn to from the start. He was never afraid of the dark, for his father’s summon was the most terrifying, and yet the most gentle thing he’d ever known. He remembers the wonder of seeing his summon for the first time, so like his father’s and working to refine it.
He also remembers the day it all changed.
One day, his father didn’t come home. The same day, his dad changed. The same month, his dad wasn’t allowed out on the field anymore. He was still loved by his remaining parent, but the happiness of their familial life was shattered. Verge hasn't been the same since. Because he was introduced early on to the danger of their line of work, he fluctuates between trying to live life to the fullest before his inevitable death and being almost ridiculously cautious trying not to die. He’s grown up never really getting past losing his father, and if anything, he’s only gotten better at hiding it to get away from people who just don't understand

-Verge doesn't care if you’ve also had a family member die. Your pain is not his pain, and you will never understand
-Verge is actually the child of Blaze with Tem’s (estranged) twin sister, who handed the baby over to her much more maternal brother soon after he was born, having no interest in raising a child. Tem held no resentment for Verge’s parentage, and considered the boy his own in all ways from the start.
-The nickname "Verge" comes from Tem's disapproval of the name Vladimir, given to the child by his birth mother. Tem had no issue with repeating his past actions and simply assigning the child a new name, and Verge clings to it as part of his ongoing inability to get over Tem's death. That and he's been called "Verge" for so long that at this point everything else sounds strange.
-Though they are harder to see, Verge's Mirror has the same shattered lines all around it that Blake's does.
-Verge’s Mirrored is similar to his father’s in the way that Verge is similar to Tem. (Tem’s Mirrored can be best described as “unnatural” and “demonic”. A Mirror of Vengeance, it came to life as a Mirror of Spite and retains traits like the tendency to attack physically. Coupled with the Vengeance ability to inflict pain psychically, every blow from this Mirror was devastating in battle. The Mirror itself is made of matte black wisps of some kind of substance, that twine together to create the form. The Summon at full height stands a head taller than Tem, and has long arms that reach to its knees. From there, shiny black claws extend to the ground. It has four toes that leave “X” shaped footprints on the ground. The creature is fast and agile, able to dart in and cause damage in less than a minute.) It is made of what appear to be tendrils of a black substance that twine about themselves to create a lanky and long limbed form. Verge’s summon has proportions that are just off enough to make viewers uneasy and to make perfectionists twitch, and to top everything off it has long dagger like claws on the hands and feet. Of course, this isn't what is commonly seen. Due to the Mirrored’s ability, Verge’s summon looks and acts similar to the shadow from the Peter Pan animated movies. It runs and hides, acting playful and shy by turns. But if you can see the true form, its habit of standing behind Verge, hands on his shoulders and peering over his head is creepy instead of endearing. It also has wings.
-He carries a blue stone set in a silver ring attached to a keychain at all times. This is the “artifact” that lets him summon.
-Images are not my own

So begins...

Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall's Story


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/It appears we’re leaving. Time to get up, I suppose/

The young man stood carefully, lifted his sodden bag, and then nodded at his Mirror, which nodded back and vanished, revealing Verge to the sight of the arena. He hefted his sodden bag onto his shoulder, with all its remarkably ordinary supplies, yawned and walked closer to the main group, smirking just a bit at the sight of all the overconfident ones suffering the punishment set out by this Rend being, and trotted up beside the woman who had last spoken to the fairy who had drenched him, resulting on sopping wet locks that he constantly had to push out of his eyes, and in his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body with every turn.

“Excuse me, ma’am.” He bowed gently, then kept talking. “What did the fairy want? Any hints on how to get out, perhaps?” he winked and grinned, then looked around the arena, his eyes landing on an unclaimed bag not far from where he’d woken up. “Be right back, sorry.” He jogged over and checked for a label, finding nothing, so he shrugged and unzipped it, finding some clothes, a squeaky bone, a jar of peanut butter and multiple packets of dog treats.

Verge blinked, lifting out one of the foil packs. Maybe it was for the Adira girl and her dragon pet?


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Verge's discovery of one of the bags had not gone entirely unnoticed.

At least one of the assembled creatures was watching rather intently.

The skitter of blunt, canine claws on the wet rock sounded as a large, rather damp dog came bounding over, shook itself off extravagantly and dropped into a sitting position at the young man's feet. It long tail sweeping back and forth furiously across the ground as the animal's mismatched eyes flicked from hi, to the bag, then bag to him, with a look of great expectation.

Whilst Verge had been somewhat unsure of who exactly this bag was meant for, this dog appeared to know exactly where it belonged.


Of the folks that hand landed, for lack of a better word, there was still one who had yet to actually rise to their feet.

A figure was lying sprawled over by the side of the arena, by this point surrounded by a puddle of rain after their inert body had been pushed into a small dip in the irregular rock by the force of the storm. Some ceremonial headdress made from some fossilized bone hung askew from their head and the odd, slightly sinister assortment of ragged clothes and skins it wore were now soaked and sodden.

Tendrils of red hair spread across the rock like some kind of deep sea creature washed ashore.

Odd, crude talismans on flax and leather stings hung splayed out on the rocks, glinting with moisture.

Red and blue dyes has seeped into the still water in disparate webs of stringy colour.

Somewhere, a ritual had been interrupted.


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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Skip III
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Ma’am. While others might have chosen to correct what was, really, a completely honest mistake, Madison chose not to- at least, not for the moment. He hardly bothered these days until it was completely necessary for him to do so, and the young man had already flounced off before he could have the chance to do so. As such, the vampire merely blinked once, twice, thrice, then trailed after. It was rude not to answer a question, after all- especially when said question pertained to someone who had escaped captivity as easily as waving her wrist.

As soon as he was in proper earshot once again, Madison slowed to a stop, taking care not to plant himself in a puddle or anything of the sort (these heels had been expensive, after all!) before speaking. “I’m afraid that she didn’t tell me anything about getting out,” he admitted. “She was in a bit of a...rush to get out, you could say. All she gave me was a warning before- well, considering you saw her before she left, I’m sure you know what she did just now, too.”

The lie came naturally, the researcher not missing a beat throughout his words. While he was sure that this one wasn’t as...volatile as the others, he was still determined to keep the existence of the fairy’s presents hidden for the time being. With how the gathering had been acting, and how powerful the woman had shown herself to be, there was enough evidence to make Madison reasonably wary- or so he felt. Even if they decided to properly ally, there was still the chance they would attempt to use the capsules for more malicious purposes. So he simply decided to keep his lips sealed, absentmindedly adjusting his packs as he stood.

Soon enough, Madison seemed to realize something, and smiled brightly even if the other’s eyes were not on him. “I’m Madison, by the way; it’s nice to meet you.” Curious as to what had drawn the man’s attention, he peered over his shoulder, looking at the contents of the bag from where he was. A question had begun to form itself on his lips, although it was soon and suddenly replaced upon catching sight of a dog trotting up.

The question itself was delayed again as the vampire cooed at the canine, bending a little in order to pet its head.

Once he had remembered what he had been about to say, Madison raised his head, although he kept his eyes locked on the little beast for the time being. “Is she yours? She’s beautiful!” Although he typically disliked assumptions, the other had been rifling through a bag stuffed to the brim with dog treats and other miscellaneous objects, so there was at least some evidence to do so.

By the point that both Adira and Rasteva had spoken, he had lowered himself to the ground already, tucking his duffel bag beneath him so as to avoid getting himself wet. He appeared completely and utterly distracted by this point, so his sudden raising of voice seemed to only spring from nowhere at first.

“I have to agree with Kora on this, actually. After all, you two- such a cute little puppy- you two seem to be assuming that our host didn’t add in other challenges for us to deal with. This...being has been acting extremely erratically which leads me to believe that there may be some things that we can’t expect outside- I’m sure you all remember the sudden lava, after all. We have enough rations to feed all of us, I’m sure, and the gate can be barricaded…” He paused once again, moving to actually look back at the others.

“I would say that we should cast a vote. From what we’ve heard, we’re all a team, and if one of us ends up wounded, we’ll all end up punished one way or another. Shall we?”

After all, he was no leader. Calling a vote and conducting himself as if he was was only stir more tension, or so Madison believed.


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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Ezenvare Queem Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Xinder Ouquid Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Bella 'Bell' Rosea Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: John gray Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Helena Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Skip III Character Portrait: Magi Maigica Character Portrait: Ashial Grim Character Portrait: Ocean Stormgull Character Portrait: Anthony F. Character Portrait: Avarius Character Portrait: Azai
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Azai had been enjoying a night's rest in his web just moments before and now he was falling... and falling... and falling. He wasn't a fly! He didn't have wings! How the hell did that ominous voice think that it was a great idea to have him spiraling down in the darkness like this? He had tried to use his webs to cling to something but this inky blackness had no ledge, branch, or ceiling. It was just emptiness. He did have a strange bag that appeared beside him but that wasn't helping him right now. He almost wished he was back in the mansion he despised. At least things there made sense! Why was it that he was the one that always got snatched away from his home and brought somewhere else? This was the second time, damn it! And this time, he hadn't even done anything to warrant his capture!

Suddenly, the shadow seemed to break open and spit the spider out and he continued to drop. The ground and people were fast approaching. "Ah!" he cried out a bit undignified as he landed on one of the creatures below. Both he and the stranger hit the ground hard though Azai had to admit, he was lucky this guy cushioned his fall. He winced and started to try and get to his feet but the damn bag dropped on his back then and he winced as he hit the man beneath him again. He groaned and shook his head, his dark strands falling against his pale skin. He looked up, his deep amethyst gaze catching a glimpse of the dog in front of him. He had never seen a creature like him before. His eyes widened as he got on his hands and knees, careful to actually use the ground as leverage instead of the man. He pulled himself off the stranger and dusted himself off, his gaze never leaving the strange four-legged beasty. He wondered how the creature's innards tasted like.

The black widow then realized there were others in the strange place he found himself. He tensed and crouched low. He gave a hiss and bared his fangs. He really didn't like meeting strangers as of late. The voice said he was in a different world, but was it really a different world or was the master of the house toying with him? Punishing him for biting that patron? He wasn't supposed to bite or harm the others after all but it really wasn't his fault the man kept poking his face. The guy was asking to be bitten. He didn't recognize anyone or anything here. And being out in the open like this put him at a disadvantage. His only true weapons in this situation were his fangs and claws but he couldn't take on all of these strangers. Some of them looked like their skin wouldn't be easily penetrated.


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Character Portrait: Adira Hasidare Character Portrait: Sarah Ender Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Phoebe Stride Character Portrait: Khojin Malqir Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Oliver Valentine Character Portrait: Makorai Saika Character Portrait: Kichiro Ren Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Amos Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Skip III Character Portrait: Anthony F. Character Portrait: Azai
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Khojin gazed up at the sky for a moment, considering. If she were alone, then sure, she'd go out no problem, probably get 20 malms by the end of the night. But with a group of... how many people were there? Here, Adira, Rasteva, the four or five from the same world, Stride, Lightning Hei-Senn, armor dude 2, white hair boy, girl with worse black clothing than her, Shao in the dress, a dog, and the new guy who apparently fell on... Who was that? Regardless, their number was easily around a dozen, far more than she felt comfortable travelling with.

She clicked her tongue and dropped her arms, swinging them a bit at her sides. "Fine. But I still think we should split into smaller groups. If Rend has somethin' he wants us to do, I'm sure he can organize it in stages. Besides, three of the others already bolted, so..." She flicked her finger to Stride, Rasteva, and Adira. "I call these three. If we do go with that idea."

She picked her bag back up and slung it over her shoulder. No use leaving it in the dust. She lifted her leg to begin walking before another thought struck her.

"Hey," she began, resettling her foot. "If we are s'pose to work with each other, shouldn't we know what everyone brings to the team?"


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Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Azai
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“Oh, aren’t you gorgeous!” Verge held out a hand for the dog to sniff while the other fumbled out two of the treats, which he offered flat on his palm to the large canine. He was already soaked, so he didn’t mind the droplets thrown and he examined the animal, an unknown breed but seeming healthy enough, lots of fur, bright eyes, wet nose (he’d read somewhere that was a good sign) and a healthy appetite.

“Ah, too bad.” he muttered, turning to look at the lady as the dog bounded to her, “But I guess I wouldn’t be in too much of a hurry to explain. Think she knew this Rend being could take away powers? Name’s Verge, by the way.” he introduced, while looking into her eyes. The skills that gave him a Mirror of Deception gave him a feeling that she might be lying, but he didn;t push. He assumed the lady would be kind enough to share, if there truly was a solution in the box he’d seen passed over. “And ah, no, she’s not mine. The bag wasn't labelled, so I was curious, and I guess she smelled the treats?” he offered by way of explanation. And then, with a shout, he stumbled back as a man fell from the sky, right onto the lady he’d been speaking with.

Verge blinked golden eyes and stared at the black haired being now raising himself off the squashed lady (she appeared to be alright, if maybe a bit winded). Pretty purple eyes locked on the dog hungrily, and Verge took another step back. His summon, which had appeared in his panic, did the opposite and stepped forward. A friendly silhouette of a Peter pan style, it waved, gestured back at verge, and then spun a finger near its head in the gesture for “crazy”, before shaking it’s head as if with exasperation. Verge, standing behind it, rolled his own eyes as he glanced over the true form, a tall spindly demon with razor sharp claws. “Um, hello?” he greeted, already regaining composure. “I’m Verge, I’m not going to hurt you, what’s your name? We need to find your bag.”


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Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Cain Merrano Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Azai
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An argument- a polite one, as one would expect from the vampire, but an argument nonetheless- was on Madison’s lips in response to Rasteva’s. He had been ready to point out the position of the sun in the sky, note that he only thought that the arena would make a better camp for the night instead of the outside- after all, as he had mentioned earlier, there was far more defense in the construct than going out in the open. Someone, he would have said, could have stood watch, and awoken the others if necessary. It could serve as a base until they had come up with a proper course of action, instead of merely charging out into the wilds completely unprepared.

However, he had no chance to say any of this, for as soon as the first syllable had sounded into the air, Madison had found himself abruptly carrying the weight of another out of nowhere. He stumbled, hands moving to secure his hat to his head before he collided with the ground. Hopefully, he thought, the dog wouldn’t end up injured in his fall- she was quite the sweet thing, after all, and it would be a shame if she getting hurt.

Luckily, from what he could see, she had managed to get away before he had fully hit the tile- while she was obviously startled by the suddenness of what had happened. Smiling at the creature, Madison moved to lift himself from the ground, finding it a much easier task when the weight rolled from his back. Curious as to see what had fallen onto him, he rose, brushing himself off as he looked down at the being.

It was another humanoid, by the looks of it. Not human, that was for sure- his scent gave him away as something...else, although Madison could not tell- but humanoid enough, especially when in comparison to some of their other company. The man had no wings, however, making it a bit of a puzzle as to how he had ended up so far in the air anyway. The researcher looked up, peering at the clouds above for a moment before lowering himself a little and extending a hand to help the fellow up.

“Well, that was quite the entrance you made!” He said chipperly, apparently not fazed at all by having someone fall onto him. “Are you alright, there? It seemed you landed a bit hard, there.” Seeing as he had not had the chance to answer his other companion before the little surprise, Madison briefly turned his head, flashing a smile at Verge yet again.

“At any rate, my name’s Madison. She may have known about what our host had intended, although she had left too soon for me to really tell-”

It was this moment that Madison had laid eyes upon the odd shadow that had begun to dance about Verge, causing another flare of goodnatured curiosity in his features. He didn’t get the chance to ask what it was (a shame this kept happening, really, he needed to sit some of these people down and properly interview them) before the sound of shouting rose into the air. Blinking, he looked over, took sight of the person- a human, most likely-, and regarded them for a few moments before turning back to the one on the ground. Didn’t want to leave him hanging, after all.

Nevertheless, it was still rude to ignore someone, so Madison once again raised his voice in order to properly reply. “Our company has a feeling that we’ll end up in more danger here than outside, because they believe that this world is made up of parts of ours.” An odd logic, really, given that there was no evidence of such an idea, but there was no point trying to figure out a puzzle that didn’t need to be solved so shortly. “They also think we should all split up for the time being- and, oh, I'm fine, Kora, thank you for asking."

A bit of a summary for both him, as well as any who had missed a majority of the argument. It wasn' t the most complete, really, but as long as they were there, they would have to learn how to work together on short notice.


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Character Portrait: Knight Kora Norrevinter Character Portrait: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Dawn Memoli Character Portrait: Drake Coleman Character Portrait: Helena Character Portrait: Cain Merrano Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Azai
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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: Rasteva Character Portrait: Madison Lovette Character Portrait: Dog Character Portrait: Vladimir "Verge" Moonfall Character Portrait: Azai
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The man seemed quite obviously wary of Madison, even with the gesture being made towards him in all good intentions. His behavior was reminiscent of a cornered animal, tensing and baring now-visible fangs as if he expected the other to try and strike. Blinking in surprise, Madison drew his hand back again, not wanting to startle the poor soul any further. He had had enough experience in his days to know better than cause more stress in such a situation, so it was with a open smile that he backed away a few steps, providing the stranger with enough room to breathe.

As a flow of questions broke loose from the man, Madison merely waited, patiently listening until there was a large enough lapse for him to answer. “Like Verge said, we’re not here to hurt you or anything of that sort,” he replied. “We’ve all been...taken, you could say, by Rend- the voice you probably heard before you fell. Like you. Apparently, everyone here has to work together to escape.” He paused, going over what questions had been asked within his head, before going on once again. “And, yes, there’s a desert outside- I don’t think we know for sure how far it goes, but some of us are planning to camp for a while here before taking everything on.”

Upon the other’s introduction and following inquiries, the researcher brightened, and moved to rise after his company did so- taking care not to move too fast in the process. “My name is Madison, yes,” he beamed, apparently delighted that his words had been taken into account. “It’s nice to meet you, too Azai- and as for why I’m wearing woman’s clothing…”

Taking a hold of his skirts with both hands, Madison gave a bit of a twirl, the fabrics moving cleanly along with his action. “They’re very comfortable,” he chirped, once he had fully completed his little show. “I’d be glad to let you try one of my outfits if you’re curious. Since I’m currently away from home, I can’t really get out some of my better ones, but I’m sure that they’ll be something that can fit you in there, somewhere.” Even when in the face of danger, and held under the thumb of some omnipotent being, Madison was still focused on wardrobe choice by the sound of it.

Rasteva’s suggestion caused him to turn once again, eyes bright. His second love, just behind fashion; the pursuit of knowledge. What gave meaning to his immortality, drove him to avoid stagnation instead of embracing it like others of his kind. “Personally, I would love to hear any reality theories, if it’s possible. I’ve come up with a few of my own, but I’m very curious as to any other opinions on the matter.” A part of Madison wondered if he should ask to participate in the little spar-session, as well; while he did not count himself among the fighters of SCION, he, admittedly, enjoyed a bit of attention once in awhile. However, the thought was quickly dismissed- after all, showing his hand now would only give away what surprises would liven up the experience later.

So, he chose to abstain. He divided his focus between both current company and Rasteva, eager to gain information from both- because, really, it would be a shame to miss any opportunity to learn in a situation of this sort.


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Verge resolved to speak to Madison in private and ask again, maybe the other didn't want to share the fairy's secrets in such a public place.

However, at the moment, he was preoccupied with being told that Madison, the lovely woman he was chatting up, was in fact, a man. He looked at "her" again, blushing just a bit, then decided to stall, speaking to the newcomer that had fallen upon Madison.

"I'm an ordinary human." he said, calmly so that he wound't agitate the scared being. "The only thing not ordinary is that I can summon that shadow thing over there. It's part of me, in a way. I've been told it represents my mind" he shrugged.

Hopefully, that would lead the others to underestimate him. The shadow they saw, now dancing and playing around, gave off a much different impression than the twisted true form hidden under all the illusions. "That guy over there," he waved towards the group by the puddle, "the one without wings, he came in yelling that it was a desert. If he's telling the truth, then yeah. It's a desert. I haven't left yet myself. And yeah, we don't really know what happened, but there is a powerful being keeping us here until we complete some kind of tasks it's set. Are those tattoos?" he then asked curiously, referring to the webs on the black haired boy's pale skin.

And then, having exhausted his list of things to answer, Verge had to face Madison.

"I'm not going to apologize." he said slowly, "because I don't think you're insulted, or else you'd have corrected me when I first called you ma'am. You do look very good though, and clearly." he laughed with just a touch of awkward, "you had me fooled. Nice to meet you, sir." he greeted, and the moment of not knowing what to say next was broken by a glowing man offering him a pill to prevent radiation poisoning. "Um, thanks?" he said, then looked around at his two human companions as if asking what they made of this.


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My, there was so much happening. All around people were talking about battling each other and testing their abilities. He did not find any appeal in that. He had just marginally missed being thrown into the arena in his own world. There was no way he was willingly going to participate in this fiasco. He didn't have much physical ability and he wanted to keep what talents he did have secret from these people. Though he did come to realize that no on here was indeed going to hurt him, he didn't trust them. He straightened himself completely and made a show of dusting himself off, loosing interest in most of the others around him. They were all strange to him but he only took real interest if they themselves came over to him.

He looked between the cross dresser and the human with the shadow creature. Thus far they were the only two that took an interest in him so they would have to be watched. Why were they interested in him? There were other manner of creature here that were far more interesting than him. He crossed his arms and gave them both a fanged smile. He was momentarily distracted when one of the others came to him and offered him a pill. He accepted it and rolled it between his fingers. He didn't want to just swallow something. The man said something about being radioactive but he didn't really know what that meant. What if this pill was the real threat? He did note that others had swallowed the medication but just as many didn't. "Thanks," he offered before pocketing the pill for now. He'd decide if it was worth it later.

"I won't participate in this battle royale thing you are doing. I find it quite the bore. And that lecture sounds even more so. I'll pass thanks." Hell, maybe he'd be lucky and they'd all kill themselves. Fights like this never went well in the end. He would leave, but if there was a desert outside, staying in the arena sounded more appealing. There were walls all around and could choose a better vantage point. The desert sounded hot and annoying.

The spider turned his attention back to Madison and Verge then.

"I'll leave the dresses to you. You do look ravishing in it," he grinned. "And these aren't tattoos. They are natural markings," he explained to Verge. "Did you want to touch them?" he asked suggestively and let one of his fingers trace one of the lines on his exposed abdomen. He couldn't help it. He loved flirting with others and see how far he could get them into his tangled web before they realized their mistake or good fortune, depending on whether he was actually hungry or had a deeper desire.

Azai walked over to one of the bags on the ground and picked up the one that had fallen on him earlier. He didn't know what was in it but if it was something useful, he wanted to keep it. "I'll go to the benches," he said then to the two interacting with him and walked over to the wall. One his way, he made sure to reach a hand out to caress them both. He tossed his bag over the tall wall and easily climbed over it thanks to his sticky hairs and dropped down on a seat. He rested his feet on the row of seats in front of him and pillowed his head with his hands, effectively stretching himself out a bit.