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Genevieve Linton

Surrounded bby weirdness and I'm sitting here sketching it...go me.

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a character in “The Ring Boys”, as played by allimagination

Description

Name~Genevieve Scarlet Linton

Age~18

Appearance~Image
Hardly ever found without her headphones Genevieve is a fairly casual dresser, though she has a fondness for jackets and boots. She's a slim girl, but not unnaturally so. Due to her careless appearance one might mistake her personality to be more outgoing than she truly is. She is lightly tanned as she often sit's outside, but she’s often found with a book as well. Her long blonde hair is straight, and fairly easy to manage. She usually leaves it down, framing her face and her bright blue eyes.

Personality~Genevieve is a fairly cheerful person, but rather withdrawn. Apart from her close friends she enjoys being on her own, listening to music or sketching, her two favourite things. She's very creative, but keeps mostly to drawing. She works best with her music, and is very intelligent thanks to all her spare time. She's not overly fond of her name, preferring Jen to Genevieve, but isn't venomously against it.
She doesn't really think about herself much, or how others view her. Probably her biggest flaw, her lack of caring about other people’s opinions. She can also be rather possessive though. Touching her sketch pad, headphones or iPod without permission is a big no-no for her and can cause her to lash out despite her withdrawn nature.

Bio~Genevieve grew up with loving parents, though she didn't have any siblings. She was a very cheerful child, though her curiosity often got her into tough situations. At the young age of eight, however, she witnessed a robbery turned murder and became much more withdrawn. She still smiled a lot, and laughed, but only with her parents and close friends. She honed her drawing abilities, listened to music and read any and all books she came across, while still maintaining a friendships with those she was already close to but not making any new ones.

She was overjoyed when she and her friends had gathered the money to buy their house together. When they'd found the box she'd been driven by curiosity and the thrill of a challenge. Upon finding the rings she'd thought each was impressive in it's own way, and loved the creativity of them. She was artsy after all, that view came naturally for her. She ended up with the bat, she liked how it was simple and elegant at the same time. She'd happily accepted her new piece, despite her usual lack of jewellery.

She's had no idea what a simple ring was going to bring her.

Posting Example~Casual afternoon
Genevieve sat, carefully balanced on the railing of the balcony at her house. It wouldn't be her house for much longer though. She continued her lazy yet detailed sketch of the view she got from here. She'd be moving in with her friends soon, now that they'd gotten enough together to pay for it. She was excited to say the least, but she'd never moved in her life. It felt good to be doing something familiar after all that packing.
"Gen? Genny?" That was her mum, calling to make sure she was ready. She looked over the scenery one more time, adding in the shadows to her drawing before flipping the sketch pad closed.
"I'm coming mum," she assured, easily slipping off the railing and letting herself into the house. She smiled at her mum, picking up an apple on her way passed, she smiled easily, "Dad still at work?"
"Yes, but he'll be home in time to see you off, do you have..."
"Yeah mum, no worries," Genevieve assured with a laugh, "You been asking me that every day for at least a week. I'm going to be fine!"
"I'm home!" called a distinct male voice, easily making its way into the kitchen. Genevieve smiled at him as he wrapped her into a tight hug. He'd always been a little over protective, "My baby girl, moving out on me."
"You've been complaining about how I don't pay rent for a while now," Genevieve couldn't help but point out with a laugh.
"Yeah, you remember the rules right? I hear wind of any wild parties and I'm coming down there with the glock," her dad informed her seriously, she just laughed.
"Dad, I'm moving in with the girls," she pointed out, "I highly doubt it's going to be an extremely eventful lifestyle."
"Yeah, I guess," her dad sighed, "Still, we got you something."
He handed her a parcel and she raised an eyebrow as she weighed it in her hands, "Is it a book?"
"Every single time," her dad grumbled, but it was followed by a chuckle, "Go finish getting ready, you have to head off soon."
"Good point," Genevieve nodded, she smiled as she headed towards her room for the last time, "Thanks for the book guys."

Other~Genevieve was very close with both her parent, lacking the usual confrontations in her teenage years. Following her father she's achieved a fondness for motorbikes, also rather likes stormed, finding the sound of the heavy rain comforting. Most of the time she can't cook to save her life, but she has an odd habit of becoming really domestic if she's left home alone for long periods of time with nothing else to do. With her ring boy she's mostly just confused and curious, but hey, who is she to pass up an opportunity like this?
As far as defence she had a few basic self-defence classes, and knows a few of the random tips her dad has thrown around. Other than that she's pretty much a scream in his ear and run like hell girl, or hit him over the head with something really heavy.

Theme Song~TBA

So begins...

Genevieve Linton's Story

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Saturday, May 12th, 00:23, 20XX

Arron had sat in a coma for eight hundred and twenty years. Time had passed by him as if he had blinked and it was over but to the rest of the world he had drifted in a rift sealed with the ring and as the ring was put on to Evangeline's finger he felt himself being pulled out of the ring, his mind now awake trying to get out. He wasn't able to think but he could feel his body being distorted out of the ring so that he came out.

The ring was glowing with a black aura as he was cast out from the girl's ring who was still on her finger. He fell on the floor instantly his legs still weak. He stood up slowly regaining his strength being regained as he opened his eyes and started breathing and felt slightly like a newborn colt trying to stand. The air was brisk and nipped at his fingers, not covered by cloth as he stood up and saw the bed and his new mistress.

He looked at the girl asleep and sighed, then spoke softly as he brushed her hair with his fingers. "The old bastard put us back in and now we got a girl." he walked out of the room and made his way down the hall to the living room, the house dark and black as it still seemed to be midnight. He sat down in an armchair and looked himself over before sinking happily into the happy chair. He wore the same tight bodysuit he had always wore with a Bo staff strapped on his back. It was all covered by a large cloak dyed a silky black and with silver trimming from the rabbits he had hunted with his monster form.

He sighed and looked around waiting for his blood brothers to wake up or at least his new mistress. He saw many strange things around the room but torches. It was very strange, there were dull blades on the ceiling and a large black plate with glass on the front attached to the wall. There were so many strange things and he knew how to use none of them. This would possibly prove difficult if they attack him and his brothers. He pulled his staff out and held it incase he needed to fight his new mistress.

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Character Portrait: Arron Furo Character Portrait: Genevieve Linton Character Portrait: Quill Farris

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Genevieve slowly blinked open her eyes and stared confusedly at the roof. Why was she awake? Something didn't feel right. She'd just moved in with the girls, they'd finally bought their own place. She'd been overflowing with energy all day yesterday, but now she was tired as anything. Yet she was awake, and her hand felt funny. She lifted her hand before her, gazing blearily at her new ring. That explained the heaviness, she wasn't used to jewellery. She glanced over at her clock.
3:20
...Wait, three? In the morning? Genevieve groaned and rolled over, shoving her face into her pillow. It was too late though, she was too tired to think straight but too awake to go back to sleep. With another groan she pushed herself out of bed and stumbled in the direction of the kitchen. She'd get some food then try to go back to bed. Or draw. Or draw in bed. Either way.
Shuffling into the kitchen she opened the fridge door and stared blankly into it. Food, just a snack...screw it. She grabbed the milk and put it on the branch before fetching cereal and a bowl. She began pouring the cereal, only when she looked up did she notice two people standing in the middle of the other room. Very male people.
"Err..." she said intelligibly, honestly she was half asleep and there were unknown guys standing in her living room. What was she thinking? She was in the kitchen! Stand up for yourself! Grabbing the first decent object she spotted she pointed it at the strangers. It was a frying pan. Damn it.
"Stay back!" She commanded, backing up towards the phone, "Stay..."

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Character Portrait: Olivia Summers Character Portrait: Genevieve Linton Character Portrait: Quill Farris

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Olivia Summers


Body tensed and restless from a nightmarish dream, Olivia jolted upright in bed. Unruly strands of lavender hair stuck up in every direction and clung to her forehead with sweat. Sluggishly rubbing her eyes, she frowned at the darkness outside her window. The sky brightened with anticipation of dawn, yet it remained somewhat dark due to a thick overcast looming overhead. "Ugh...it's still so early..." Olivia groaned, her voice trailing off. She flopped back onto her bed, sinking into the soft sheets. Noticing a subtle weight on her left, ring finger, Olivia extended her hand out, examining it. A gentle shaft of moonlight cast a gleaming shine over a golden ring adorned with a small porcupine. She smiled at it, remembering the events of yesterday that led up to finding such a ring: Her and three close friends found a mysterious box in their attic and eventually solved a puzzle to open it.

For several minutes, Olivia laid in bed, unable to sleep. Frustrated, she hastily swung her legs off the bed and started for her door. She didn't make far however. Tripping over a pile of books and clothes strewn out haphazardly, Olivia tumbled head first onto the wooden-paneled floor. She winced in the darkness. Her hands burned and itched from bracing herself. Although she was a lazy klutz, Olivia didn't intend on backing down. Determined to quell her growing thirst, she quickly scrambled to her feet and opened her door.

Although the hallway was familiar to her, it appeared more ominious and eerie at night. The moonlight from her room poured into the hallway, bringing shadows to life on the walls. As she walked further down the hallway, Olivia noticed a subtle light from the living room. "Who else could be up this late," she muttered to herself. As she approached the end of the hallway, she immediately stopped. She hesitated. A frantic voice sounded through the house. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, but Olivia swore that the voice sounded unfamiliar---male in fact. At the sound of sudden commotion however, Olivia rushed into the room without hesitation.

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Arron sat in that chair for hours, which felt more like the ten centuries catching up to the boy. He pondered at what he was, was he a human or something worse. Could he be considered a demon now, maybe monster. No, he was a weapon him and all his brothers were. It was somewhat of a Hell but he had his brothers so that he could have someone to talk to about it if they needed to talk.

"Arron! Dear God! would you mind telling me what the bloody hell is going on?!" Arron smiled seeing his brother Quill was awake. "Brother I am not sure, I believe the old master sealed us away instead of letting us go, that asshole." he said in a half angry tone. He thought of his dear sister who he had promised he would be back in a few years. It broke his heart as he looked at the boy and he held back tears with excellence keeping a nice smile on his face.

He then stopped and turned hearing a girl, it was his mistress.

Stay back. Stay...

Arron nodded and bowed. "Yes mistress of course." he said returning to his previous position and sighing softly knowing he would have to explain this to his mistress on what he was and why he was here. "Quill I suggest you find a good seat we need to talk to our new masters."

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"Brother I am not sure, I believe the old master sealed us away instead of letting us go, that asshole."

"Oh, you've got to be SHITTING me..." he groaned.

One by one, the gears were beginning to turn in Quill's head. The strange house, his less-than-operational state of being...

They were in the future. The far future, by the looks of it. He immediatly begin thinking of the people he had left behind, that they'd all left behind. He thought of Arron's poor sister. He wondered if Arron realized that, but the boy always was good at hiding his emotions...

"Stay back! Stay..."

He immediately whipped around, pointing the long thin dagger at the figure. It was a girl. Not the lavender-haired one he had woken up to, but a different, blonde-haired one. In one hand, she wielded a pan, and the other seemed to be reaching for some sort of future-device. He noticed Arron obeying her command. Oh Christ, could it be? He studied the girl. Sure enough, there on her hand was Arron's ring. He lowered the dagger a bit.

"Quill I suggest you find a good seat we need to talk to our new masters."

He backed up a little, towards his brother.

"At least get her to put that thing away! You know I don't like being threatened, Arron." He said, directing the comment more towards her than his brother.

He then noticed another girl rush into the room, the girl from before. He instinctively pointed the dagger toward her, and then dropped it, almost automatically.

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Olivia Summers


Startled by the dagger shoved in her face, Olivia quickly inhaled a frantic gasp. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her face. "I-is that...real?!" Her tense expression lightened to one filled with innocent marvel. She studied the dagger intently, noting the elaborate engravings and detail. "European. Medieval, perhaps..." Olivia's excited thoughts trailed off, as she noticed Genevieve backed into a corner of their kitchen holding a frying pan in defense. Not grasping the critcal situation entirely, she failed to withhold a small laugh. "Out of all things, you grab a frying pan?" Wearing an expression of naiive content, Olivia strolled into the kitchen to pour herself a tall glass of water. After hastily chugging it down in a few gulps, she exhaled a satisfied sigh and flung herself onto a couch in the living room. She sprawled herself out lethargically, carelessly letting her head hang off one of its arm rest.

After allowing her mind to drift into a distant daydream, Olivia became somewhat attentive at the presence of another unfamiliar, young male sitting opposite her. She turned her head slightly in both males' direction. "Are you guys friends of Jen or shumthing," Olivia's words began to slur as she yawned groggily, blinking slowly a few times.

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Genevieve blinked at the man as he not only accepted her awkward command but called her 'mistress'. What the Hell? Then Olivia walked in and her hand fell away from reaching for the phone.
"I'm not supposed to be awake this early," she groaned, putting down the pan and rubbing her face, "You know I don't work properly on lack of sleep. Besides at least I reacted."
That said she finished pouring her ridiculously early breakfast, eyeing the two guys up. One of them, then who had called her mistress, was reasonably tall with dark hair. He also seemed the calmer of the two. The knife wielder was blond and, so far, seemed fairly jumpy. They were both odd characters, and she realized she was itching to draw both of them. Damn her and her need to draw things when she should be being more serious.
“What are you doing up anyway?” she asked Olivia thoughtfully.

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Olivia Summers


Olivia didn't bother lifting her head to politely make eye contact with Genevieve: It required an unnecessary extertion of energy, by Olivia's logic. The question reminded her of her reccent nightmare. Perhaps not wanting to worry Genevieve or simply avoiding further questions demanding energy to think, Olivia decided to omit details that might draw concern. "I was thirsty and wanted to get a drink." Hearing the first pieces of cereal softly clink into an empty bowl, Olivia's short attention span became evident. "You're eating this early? Jeez, someone has cravings," she teased. A growl of defiance from her stomach however quickly made her remark hypocritical. "I take back what I said. Can you hand me my pudding please?" Olivia pointed to the fridge where her chilled, gelantious pudding and various pastries were stashed. "Come on, Jen," she whined in a childish tone. She outstretched her palm upwards, anxiously waiting for her late snack.

Olivia's divided attention briefly returned to the unknown, young men in the room. "You never answered my question, Jen. Are you hiding something?" Her eyes narrowed, as she innocently peered over the couch into the kitchen. She cupped a hand to the side of her mouth, to shield her teasing words from prying eyes. Her voice came out louder though, contradicting the suspected intent. "What were you guys doing anyway? Are they your models?"

((OOC: "Draw me like one of your french girls~" XD Was so tempted to say that instead. ))

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Character Portrait: Arron Furo Character Portrait: Olivia Summers Character Portrait: Melia Clarissa Character Portrait: Genevieve Linton Character Portrait: Quill Farris Character Portrait: Demitri Jayden Triton

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Melia

To Melia's horror, the large black shadow grew taller and she realized it had stood up. 'What the hex is going on?!' Melia wanted to scream, but felt fear hold her in place and keep her silent. Stretching casually the intruder what-ever-it-was groaned softly, muttering about being stiff and Melia could tell by it's voice that the unknown subject invading her room was a male. This didn't make her feel any better of course. Trying to get her now wide-awake brain to function, Melia's pink eyes darted around the room, searching for anything she could threaten him with. Sure she couldn't hope to beat a full grown man in combat but at least she could try, right? Then the man's eyes turned and locked on her and Melia felt her panic rise a notch as they examined her, thoughts of self-defense being shoved to the back burner. Mildly embarrested under the gaze of his eyes, Melia fumbled to pull the blanket up and cover her body, as she was only wearing a thin nightgown which was slightly see through. A moment passed before his face contorted and he cracked his knuckles. Melia paled, her pink eyes growing wide as she thought that this was the end of the line; he was going to kill her. She could only watch as he stood straighter (holy crap he was tall...) and walked to her bedside. But instead of grabbing her throat to kll her, he leaned forward until his face was only a few inches from hers. "How interesting." was all he said.

His eyes were still locked with hers and she could feel them searching through her soul. She wasn't sure how she felt about this but held her ground as any other action may anger him. That was probably the second to last thing she wanted to do. "Such an unusual color... he stated whisfully, not taking his eyes from hers, "I've never seen that before. You must be proud..." Melia was confused. Proud of her eyes? That was probably the last thing she was of them. But what he said next twisted a knot in her stomach. "Such sadness though... hmmm..." His eyes fell lower to her breasts which were nearly spilling from the small nightgown, announcing their feminine presence, before they darted back up the her face. Melia could feel heat radiating from his cheeks due to their close proximity and pulled the blanket up more to cover them, equally embarressed as he cleared his throat and awkwardly blurted, "Yes." as if reassuring himself of something. Then his eyes trailed down her long, pink tinted blonde hair which she had taken out of their usual braid bindings and let loose during the night. He picked up a lock of her long, silky hair and twirled it around his finger judgmentally before slowly letting it go, watching as it fell back to it's place by her hips and lay on the bed.

Absentmindedly, and perhapes in a meak effort to protect herself, Melia gathered her hair and put it behind her, using the hand with her newly aqquired fish ring on it to hole the covers over her body. She was uncomfortable with him examining her body, and though she loved it when people played with her hair, Melia didn't like this stranger who had invaded her bedroom to do so. Apperently done with his examination of her, the man- no, he didn't seem to be much older than her, leaned back, much to Melia's relief. "I suppose you'll have to do... not as if I have much choice, ain't that right master?"

Melia's mind jumped back to life. 'Ring Master?' Instantly her mind jumped to the box in the attic and the note that had been contained inside. 'Four spirits. No... that can't possibly...' "Well great... you don't exactly match up to me... but I should suppose I can make do with you for now," The boy continued, talking to her, but mostly talking to himself, "until we find someone more suitable that is to take the ring from you." Suddenly, in a very gentleman like manner, he took the hand on which Melia brandished the fish ring and raised it to his mouth, kissing the top of it gently. Melia wasn't sure now what he was; a gentleman from his behavoir, or a monster like the note had implied. For the moment though, Melia thought it would be safer to treat him as a gentleman and pray that he acted as so. "My name is Demitri Jayden Triton and I believe as long as you wear that ring I'm bound to you as a sort of servant, or whatever you would call it these days..." He didn't sound pleased and let her hand go as he spoke.

'Well, I suppose I'd better keep the ring on me then...' Melia thought, rather bitterly which was unlike her. 'No sense in getting rid of it. It might insult him and then I'd be in trouble. Besides, the note said I can't let it fall into the "wrong hands". So I guess I'll just... accept it.' Melia took her hand back slowly, almost as if she was afraid moving too quickly would somehow pev him off, which she didn't want. "Now then may I have your name?" Demitri asked, still sounding rather irritated, looking at her with a haughty demeanor. Melia returned with her own untrusting and suspicious gaze, but slowly took a few deep breaths and the coldness was gone. If this adventure was all her whimsical nature hoped it was going to be, then there was no point starting off so unhappily.

"My name is Melia Clarissa." Melia said, sounding much braver than she actually felt. But hearing her own voice made her feel a little better. "And let me he if I can get this straight." Melia touched her temple, closing her eyes briefly before looking up at him. "So you came out of this ring, because an alchemist from who-knows-how-long-ago sealed you inside. And this alchemist gave you some kind of powers which you use to protect whoever is wearing this ring." Melia held up the ring for emphasis. It almost seemed alive with energy and was warm on her finger. By his expression it seemed she had been right so far. Melia openned her mouth again to mention the whole "don't let it fall into the wrong hands" part but decided against it and closed her mouth again. A moment of silence was held before Melia signed. "Well, I guess it's nice you meet you Demitri. Please call me Melia, or Mel, but not Mistress if you can avoid it, because it sounds sort of strange." As if this whole thing wasn't strange.

Deciding that there was no sense in trying to go to sleep now, Melia got out of bed and searched for her glasses, putting them on and then tying her hair back into a loose ponytail. "Alright then, I guess you need something to eat. I could imagine you being hungry after who-knows-how-long being stuck in here," she said, pointing at her ring. "Follow me." Then she started walking down the hall towards the kitchen. Although her sight wasn't all that great, Melia's hearing was keen and she heard voices from the kitchen. Two of them belonged to Olivia and Jen, but the other two were male. Melia took another deep breath in and out. Melia had almost forgotten; they were wearing special rings too. "Let me guess; you're not the only one to pop out of these nifty little rings are you?" Melia adressed Demitri, and her question was answered when they turned the corner into the kitchen/livingroom, being greeted by the sight of her two friends calmly making breakfast and two other boys, one weilding a dagger and the other holding a staff.

At a loss for a moment, Melia regained her composure. "Well this is an unusual sight." she commented, announcing her presence in the room, still in her nightgown and Demitri close beside her. "Good morning Olivia. G'morning Jen. I guess you've both meet your ring boys then?"

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Ring boy. That managed to pierce her sleep addled brain, which had been contemplating pointing out that she didn't usually wield frypans at her friends. Also she didn't use models, because people knowing she was drawing them made her self-conscious. It probably helped that she'd eaten now. Genevieve stared at Melia for a moment, then at her ring, then at the dark haired guy, and went between the last two a few times. The whole time her spoon was halfway to her mouth.
"Huh," she said intelligibly, she wasn't having much luck with the well thought out speech today. Still, if she was right, then Melia was saying that the note on that box was, in fact, real. Therefore these guys had been trapped inside the rings for a very long time.
"Does anyone else want food?" she offered, having decided that that was the most logical thing to ask in this scenario.

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Quill furrowed his brow. Models? He began to think arrogant thoughts, but pushed them out of his head. And my, how unladylike these two were, especially the girl with the violet hair. Slumped over the couch like that, she look peculiar, and very improper. "Jen" he assumed, was the other girl, and Arron's ring master. He felt relieved when he saw Jayden enter the room. He'd give these girls hell for sure. Or not, he thought, seeing that he was with a girl as well. He grabbed the cross from his bare chest and said a silent prayer.

"Good morning Olivia. G'morning Jen. I guess you've both meet your ring boys then?"

Olivia, that must have been the girl's name. A proper name, he concluded.

"I'm glad you're all having a right jolly time here, but I'm still quite confused." he said, pocketing the dagger.

"Does anyone else want food?"

His stomach churned at the thought.

"No, thank you."

((Sorry for the less than great post, but I'm half asleep xD))

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Jayden Demitri Triton

"Melia Clarissa?..." Demitri murmured. "...that sounds like some kind of disease..." Jayden murmured rudely, he wasn't sure if she had heard him, though he didn't really care. "And let me see if I've got this straight..." Demitri heard Melia say. "Wait you're saying you don't really know already? Oh great... *tch* go on then..." Demitri droned in a defeated manner. The situation really did feel hopeless. Thankfully however the girls description of the situation was actually pretty accurate. He then heard her state the nickname she possessed aswell as the fact that she did not wish to be called mistress. Demitri replied in a correcting tone, as if he was scolding a child. "No, I don't care for the name "Mel" I will call you Melia, as that is according to your own description, your name as for "Mel" and whatever other nicknames you may have I will not call you them, ever, just as such I would ask that you would call me Demitri and nothing else understood? Yes? Good." He answered his own question.

He had been closing his eyes during his speech about names, something he often did when he was frustrated. When he opened them he saw Melia was standing up. He almost died, he jumped back slightly as he saw what she was wearing, he hadn't really noticed before as she was under the covers. But the thin pink nightgown she wore was very... form fitting and near see-through. This wasn't helped by the fact that the only time he had ever seen a girl in such dress was when he was fifteen, he had had a female cousin named Aria and had accidentally walked in on her as she wore a very similar nightgown. She had hit him very very hard for that and he had turned a color redder than red. A similar shade as to what was on his face at that very moment. "It was dark so she wasn't sure if she could see his face now that he had stood back but it was true, he looked like a tomato. "You're.... you're ehm.... in your night wear... I mean of course you are it is night... but I ehm, I hadn't noticed and then I... I got so close and I... ehm... he was only making the situation worse on himself... much worse." He didn't know what to say anymore so he did what he had done moments ago. "*Ahem*... yes..." He stopped talking trying to regain himself, thankfully Melia did something next that snapped him out of his embarrassment.

He stared wide eyed at her she put on a pair of horrendous glasses and tied her nice hair into two dangly plaits. He just gave her a look. As if she was some sort of alien. "You're eyes are pretty and your hair looks nicer down, yet you cover the former and tie up the latter... why on Earth would you..." He heard her say something about food and then ask him to follow her. "What, don't you walk out on me! How dare you?! Wait a moment get back here, remove those horrible spectacles from your face and release those horrible knots in your hair!" In his court from his youth, women were considered more beautiful with a clear face and long hair, a custom that through personal preference alone, he stood by. However since nobody actually knew of his past as a prince of nobility, he just seemed strange.

He chased her into the kitchen. "Master or no, I do not appreciate being ignor....." He stopped as he heard a familiar voice complaining about food. "I'd know that whiny lower class tone anywhere... Quill!" He charged over and forcefully ruffled Quills hair. "You little whatever you are! I've never been so happy to see your inferior face! I could kiss you if I didn't think it would destroy any reputation and self-dignity I have left!" He looked across the room and saw another familiar face. "Arron!" He ran over and grabbed him by the shoulder. "You vampiric bat-boy you! It feels like its been a couple of centuries since I talked to you last! Well not really now that I think about it, though I suppose technically it has thanks to that crazy old man who shoved us in the rings..." He turned around again hoping to see Jian, but alas he was nowhere to be found. "Hey wheres Jian... don't tell me that guys still asleep?" He sighed. He looked at the two girls that Quill and Aaron had received as masters, then he looked at Melia, then the other masters then Melia. He sighed loudly.

"Now what was I doing... oh yes of course..." He approached Melia and removed the glasses from her face, holding them high above his head in case she had any silly ideas of taking them back. "Much better, now take those hideous ties out of your hair and you'll be worthy of me again!" Demitri said happily, as if what he was doing was common place.

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Melia

So she would be called Melia. Whatever. She liked her name, more than Mel or *shutter* Mistress. Melia ignored his babbled excuses when he saw her nightgown and thought to herself, 'He's lucky I was actually wearing something tonight.', feeling a little smug having been able to send the arrogent fish boy into near hysterics. Although he seemed to recover fast enough as Melia braided her hair loosely and dawned her thick glasses. Glancing over, though she couldn't see the color of his face, it was obvious his distain for the monocles and how she had done her hair. "You're eyes are pretty and your hair looks nicer down, yet you cover the former and tie up the latter... why on Earth would you..." Melia aid him no mind, which he also protested as she walked towards the kitchen, "What, don't you walk out on me! How dare you?! Wait a moment get back here, remove those horrible spectacles from your face and release those horrible knots in your hair!" Of course, she didn't.

He followed, or more accurately, chased her into the kitchen, heatedly telling her that he refused to be ignored, which she still ignored, until they were in the room where Melia's friends stood with their own ring boys. The one who had been holding the dagger put it away and stated his confusion, though he didn't have to as it was evident on his face. Melia took pity on him and was about to explain with Demitri leaped towards the two boys. "I'd know that whiny lower class tone anywhere... Quill! You little whatever you are! I've never been so happy to see your inferior face! I could kiss you if I didn't think it would destroy any reputation and self-dignity I have left!" Demitri exclaimed, giving the boy, Quill, a hard noogie. Then he targeted the other. "Arron! You vampiric bat-boy you! It feels like its been a couple of centuries since I talked to you last! Well not really now that I think about it, though I suppose technically it has thanks to that crazy old man who shoved us in the rings..." He seemed to look for someone for a moment but was apperentally disappointed. "Hey wheres Jian... don't tell me that guys still asleep?"

Melia watched, rather amused. Well, it was good to know that they were all friends. She turned to her two friends and raised an eyebrow. "You guys know it's, like, four in the morning right?" She laughed, not waiting for an answer, and turned around to find Demitri standing before her, looking down on her. She was about to say something when suddenly she was blinded. Well, sort of. Everything became blurry to the point that the entire room was just a bunch of smeared colors and shapes. Melia rubbed her eyes harshly and found her glasses were gone. That son of a fish had taken them! "Hey! Dang it Demitri!" she cried, blinking rapidly in succession as her eyes adjusted, making everything ten times worse than before, "Give those back! I can't see without them!" She tried to grab her glasses again but with no luck as she was very short and he was very tall. And he seemed to have no intention of giving them back either. "Much better!" He exclaimed triumphently, "Now take those hideous ties out of your hair and you'll be worthy of me again!"

Melia growled softly as it irriated her when she couldn't see. Kids used to steal her glasses like this in elementry school and she had always hated it. So she did what she had been taught in a R.A.D class she'd taken. Squatting suddenly she swung her leg behind him, using the momentum and hit behind both his knees, forcing them to give out. Demitri fell foward, landing on his knees, his hand still raised in the air. Melia wasn't a very strong girl, but it didn't take a lot of muscule to do this. Besides, the attack didn't really hurt, though it had probably damaged the chilled boy's pride. 'Demitri must be a little out of practice, having spent all those years inside a ring.' Melia thought, seeing the surpirse in his rich blue eyes. "Thank you," she said as she plucked the glases from his hand and put them back on, blinking a few times as her eyes adjusted again. That was better. Glancing at the others her friends hadn't even flinched, having seen her do it many times before. The other ring boys, well, she couldn't see their expressions, but she wasn't sure if were impressed or horrified. Trying to shake it off, Melia turned away to get breakfast, her back to the fish spirit, the two braids bouncing as if mocking him from his knees.

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Olivia Summers


At the additional presence of yet another young male, Olivia sat upright...somewhat. "What's with all the handsome men in our house? They're practically sparkling," Olivia teased. Upon hearing a remark regarding "ring boys", the weight of the ring on her finger caught her attention. Though they didn't physically appear related, she concluded their shared bonds surpassed friendship. Perhaps they were figuratively brothers. Unfortunately, Olivia's attention span dwindled. "Hey! Where's my pudding? Can someone please hand me my pudding?!" She cast a frustrated glare in Genevieve's direction. "Thank you so much, Jen," she hissed sarcastically.

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"I thought I got it for you, relax," Genevieve sighed, pulling a pudding from the fridge and sliding it across the bench to her, "And yeah, Melia, we're aware of the time. On the other hand I think by this point our eating breakfast at four in the morning doesn't even register on the weirdness scale."
That said she placed her bowl in the sink and jumped up to sit on the bench, watching all the guys curiously. Well, this looked like it was going to be interesting. Melia's ring boy seemed very energetic, if a little pompous, and he'd provided her with names for the other two. Arron and Quill, cool names.
"Well then, still mildly confused, but I'm Genevieve," she announced, it was really hard to do anything without names, names were good, "You can call me Gen."

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Olivia Summers


Olivia began to pout at Genevieve's reluctant response, but she quickly did away with such behavior, the moment the promised pudding touched her eager hands. Oh how the glorious, creamy snack radiated! Quickly retracting her crass attitude, Olivia hastily expressed her grattitude. "You're the greatest. The greatest!" Her eyes gleamed with delight, as she gingerly peeled back its packaged cover. Gently bringing a spoonful to her lips, the portion of pudding quickly disappeared, in a flash. Olivia laid on her stomach, cheerily consuming the delectable treat and innocently kicking her bent legs behind her.

Childishly raising a hand into the air, Olivia agreed with Genevieve. "I concur with Jen. I'm equally perplexed. Oh, by the way, I'm Olivia, though you must already know."

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"I'd know that whiny lower class tone anywhere... Quill!"

Same old Jayden, Quill thought as the other boy ruffled his hair. Normally, he would tell him off, but he was just happy to see his brothers once again.

"You little whatever you are! I've never been so happy to see your inferior face! I could kiss you if I didn't think it would destroy any reputation and self-dignity I have left!"

Normally, this would be an insult, but coming from Jayden it was like being graced by the king. He smiled sheepishly at his brother.

"Nice to see you too, you royal piss head." He teased. 

 "Much better, now take those hideous ties out of your hair and you'll be worthy of me again!

He couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for the poor lass, but he was sure she would get used to Jay, like the rest of the boys had.

"What's with all the handsome men in our house? They're practically sparkling,"

Quill blushed slightly. He the narcissistically ran his hand through his blonde mane, fixing it from where his brother had ruffled it. 

"Hey! Where's my pudding? Can someone please hand me my pudding?!"

Quill had no clue what pudding was, but it sounded about as appetizing as mouse droppings, so he wasn't anxious to ask to try some. 

"I concur with Jen. I'm equally perplexed. Oh, by the way, I'm Olivia, though you must already know."

He watched the girl closely, kicking her feet, and greedily consuming the "pudding". It looked about as good as it sounded. He realized he was staring, and quickly turned away.

"Well, this is smashing and all, but are the only the three of you?" he asked Olivia, as Jay had reminded him about the fourth member of their brotherhood. Had Jian received a master too, or was he still stuck in one of those awful rings?

((Catch-up post :D sorry if I missed anything, don't be afraid to tell me if I ignored someone xD))
 

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Olivia Summers


Infatuated with sweets, Olivia spared a morsel of her attention towards the young man with sandy blonde hair. Perhaps it was something striking about him or just her imagination, but Olivia felt drawn to this mysterious stranger. His pointed dagger, now concealed, and hair tone reminded her of the porcupine on her ring. Wary of his brief gaze, Olivia glanced down at her pudding and back up at him. Does he want some? Olivia hesitated. Her heart sank at the thought of sharing even a crumb from her prized stash of pastries and sweets. She stared intently into his eyes, judging his significance and whether he should be gifted the honor of such a snack. I don't want him complaining...that'd waste more energy. I'll graciously present him one of my favorites, as a grand, first impression. Quite pleased with her "scheme", Olivia rolled off the couch and rummaged through the fridge. Upon finding one of her favorites, she victoriously held it up into the air. "Behold! Rich chocolate pudding topped with a light, dark chocolate mousse and drizzled with delicate strawberry compote and mint sprig. Wala~" She twirled towards the blonde male and cautiously handed it to him, as if it were a fragile newborn. "It's packaged pudding from the convenience store, so don't expect too much," Olivia grinned. She carelessly flopped back onto the couch, savoring the last few spoonfuls of pudding. "Ah, there's also Nadine, if that's what you mean," Olivia replied to the blonde's previous question. She must be a really heavy sleeper to be sleeping through all this ruckus though... "You're the strangers though, so we should be asking the questions here. Who are you?"

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Olivia nodded with each additional fact that shed some light upon the situation that was shadowed in mystery. His sudden pause, however, managed to tear Olivia's indulgent gaze from her snack. Her eyes gleamed with delight. Sabastien's initial, hesitant expression had softened into speechless awe. Everyone likes food to some extent. You just...love sweets...alot. Maybe this Sabastien guy shares your same infatuation! No, that's not natural. Don't get weird. Act cool. Be smooth~ "D-do you like it," Olivia stammered, failing to mask her excitement with a nonchalant tone. She mentally scolded herself for lack of composure. You call that smooth? You idiot. Attempting to regain control of her riled up state, Olivia focused on the matters at hand. "Brothers? You all don't look related. Anyway, that's not the main issue. Why have you all suddenly appeared?" Her eyes widened at the thought of a potential explaination she hadn't considered before. "Y-you're not robbers, are you?" Her body tensed and defensively shielded itself behind Genevieve who sat beside her.

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Bat, Genevieve's brain screamed at her as she watched Arron change. She'd been silently listening in to everything, trying to sort through the information as it arrived. It wasn't working very well, this all went against, well, normality but that was beside the point. Of course, this show was not helping her urge to run for her sketchpad.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's enough proof," she nodded and, though it was a little weird, she continued, "You can call me whatever you're more comfortable with. I don't want to be a pain."
It'd be weird being called mistress, but she could live with it. Her dad often came up with weird nicknames anyway, though he never used them regularly. That aside, if these guys were stay – and so far it seemed like they would be – she didn’t want to force Arron to do something he didn’t want to do, she wasn’t cruel. Magic or not they were still people as far as she could tell, and deserved to be treated as such.
She honestly didn’t know what to do with Olivia. Usually she just sat back and watched, it was very entertaining. Also vastly different from her usual lazy self.

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Arron nodded "Yes they are real." he said and smiled softly. He groaned and quickly started to change back, the holes from his jacket riping back. "I understand if you don't like seeing me like this, sorry I always forget about ladies whenever I do something rash." he said then thought about the location. "United States, so we live in the east then. Amazing, , do you visit China often or maybe Japan?" he asked like an eager child asking where his parents were taking him.

He then realized what he was doing and stood up straight after taking a few breaths. "Ahem, yes sorry we serve you because you control the object connecting us with this world, if the ring is destroyed we die but, if you keep it on we serve you as thanks for keeping it safe and sound. " he said with elegance and a soft smile. "Is there anything else you need to know?"

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Melia

Demitri blinked, then collapsed on the floor, pounding his fist agains tthe tile in a childish fit. "My honor! Damn you Melia! You destroyed it!" In fetal position he continued to scream his curses, acting like an over grown toddler throwing a tantrum because he didn't get his own way. "Damn you! Damn you all!" Melia watched with mild interest, and distain for that matter, as he stood up and pointed an accusing finger at her. "I'm just rusty is all you... you... meek girl you!" He held that position for a few moments, he's face colored red with fury. Melia meet his eyes, issueing a challange, them silently saying 'And just what are you going to do about it?' though no true words were exchanged.

A moment passed and Demitri seemed to gain control of himself again, clearing his throat and covering, "Yes..." which Melia had now come to realize that this was what he said when at a loss for further words. Something to cover the silence. Then suddenly, he did something Melia hadn't expected. He began to laugh! First a little chuckle, then a small laugh, then a full out gahaw! "Heh.... heh heh... HAHAHAHA!" He laughed loudly for a short time, walking forwards and putting a firm hand on her shoulder. Melia's eyes were wide behind her glasses as she was unsure what to think, or whether she ought to be scared for her life.

"It would seem your not as weak as I first thought eh? In fact considering you look... decent without the glasses and hair ties," when Demitri smiled down at her, a true smile, Melia could feel her heart rate quicken. Why? She didn't want to pin it on a sudden attraction to her arrogant guardian, so she reasoned that it was more frightening than his usual smirk. "AND considering the fact that you won't just lay down and take things," he continued, "I think that you might, MIGHT just be close to being just below the rank of being almost worthy of my amazing and overall incredible nature!" Melia bit back a sigh of exasperation. 'Well, it's a step in the right direction.' Melia thought, 'And it's better than nothing.'

Gently he reatched up with his other hand and removed the glasses from her face. Melia held still, but rolled her eyes as the kitchen and living room became blurry colored shapes again. Though she couldn't see clearly, Melia could tell that Demitri's smirk had returned. This was a small relief. "But that was a cheap shot..." he said as if he had brushed the whole event aside, then turned his voice more sarcastic and cutting. "Trust me if you try that again mistress it won't go so well for you... in fact I might just turn into a giant fish and eat you. At this, Melia DID roll her eyes. As long as the ring rested upon her finger, she doubted that he would do any serious harm to her. But then again, perhaps she was being over confident...

Pulling herself from those dark thoughts, Melia saw Demitri's arm that held her glasses make a throwing motion. "Hey Quill, do me a favor; catch." Melia jolted forward as he tossed them, but found Demitri's arm still on her shoulder. In a sudden burst of frustration she knocked his hand off of her and grabbed his wrist, turning in a way that twisted his arm behind his back rather painfully. She heard him gasp in surprise and mild pain. Had she brought down her own elbow onto his while she arm was being held like this, it could have easily broken the bones. But this was not Melia's intention, only to prove a point and quickly get past him.

"My name is Melia. Not Mistress." she said seriously, giving the boy a small push, brushing past him as she walked towards the one she assumed he had thrown her glasses at. In her near-blindness she managed to only stumble over the coffee table; a small error from which she recovered quickly. Offering a rather sheepish smile she looked in the general area his eyes would be located. "May I have those back please?" she asked kindly, hoping that this brother wasn't nearly as troublesome as the one she'd gotten stuck with. Oliva had gone to bed, so she had no back up plan in case this one though it'd be funny to tease her. "I sort of need them to see." she added with a small, only half forced laugh.

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Hearing the loud laughter Genevieve remembered that Melia was trying to manage with her glasses and an apparently very overzealous ring boy. Wow, that was a weird thing to think. Stopping by her friend’s room she quickly found the contact case, not stopping to look at anything else before she continued.
She stepped into the room and was slightly confused by the site in front of her. Still, things were going to be weird now, she’d just have to live with it. She moved towards Melia, offering the case despite her friend’s clear plan to get her glassed
“Melia,” she offered, displaying the case, “I know it’s uncomfortable but he can’t steal them like you’re glasses right?”
Genevieve, personally, thought her eyes were pretty cool, but she didn’t have any plain contacts and if her friend preferred it she wasn’t going to argue. Also part of her was worried that she’d hurt herself if she continued to argue with her ring boy while she couldn’t see properly.

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Arron watched what was happening and growled as Demetri kept teasing his mistress. He stood up, the pulled his staff out and gave him a hard knock to the back of the head. "Jayden Demetri Triton she is your mistress, you should treat her with dignity and respect you aren't the strongest out of us so get over it. " he said rather fiercely.

He hated Demetri's ego and was always looking to tone it down a notch but it was hard ti di being on the same side and all. Since heating the living whit out of him never seemed ti work embarrassment seemed to be the only thing. "Oh I get it, Demetri has a crush for his mistress and he's using the juvenile approach. Hitting and teasing her aw the weakling likes her. " he said then winked showing he did it all on purpose.