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Nathaniel

"Emotions are for the weak."

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a character in “Welcome to the Equilibrium”, as played by ThatStupidPunk

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{ N A M E }
Nathaniel

{ N I C K N A M E S }
Half-breed, Monk, Nat, Nathan, No Wings

{ A G E }
25

{ G E N D E R }
Male

{ S E X U A L I T Y }
Asexual|Aromantic

{ S P E C I E S }
Nephilim

{ R A N K }
Unthinkable



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{ E Y E S }
Blue

{ H A I R }
Brown

{ H E I G H T }
6'5

{ W E I G H T }
200lbs

{ A P P E A R A N C E }
Nathaniel hardly looks angelic. He's very tall and well toned from being trained as a foot soldier but he still has a generally messy look about him. His shaggy brown hair is typically unkempt and he rarely cuts his nails out of laziness along with his clothes being pretty dirty from being an Unthinkable. He has no wings like his angel counterparts but does have a tattoo of them.

{ B L O O D - S T O N E }
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{ P O W E R S }
Clear Mind
Accelerated Perception

{ S T R E N G S }
Defense|Nathaniel's powers make him perfect for defense and counter attacks because it allows him to react on pure instinct.
Hand to Hand|His training and lack of thoughts to hinder him have made him pick up on hand to hand quickly and become the perfect unemotional soldier.
Discipline|He's extremely discipline from training all his life and now that he has no thoughts... He's perfect for following orders without questions.
Psychic Shield|He has no thoughts to read.
Emotions|Nathaniel lacks any human emotions to hold him back.

{ W E A K N E S S E S }
Wings|Nathaniel was born without wings and can't fly.
Mortal|He is completely mortal and ages at a normal human rate.
Emotions|He can't feel anything.
Humanity|His powers have made him truly lose touch with humanity and morals.
Silver|Like all other races, Nathaniel is weak to silver.

{ F E A R S }
None|Nathaniel has no fears because he has no emotion thanks to his powers. He's lost any touch with humanity and is unable to 'feel' what fear is.



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{ P E R S O N A L I T Y }
Nathaniel's personality is very simple since he really doesn't have much of one except for being completely apathetic. Even before his blood stone Nathaniel really didn't feel much or express real emotions. He kept everything bottled up and simply followed orders since that was the only way for him to succeed. He forced himself not to feel the resentment of the other angels for not having wings. Forced away the remorse for those he had to kill. It seems only fitting that his blood stone would take away any emotions or humanity he had left.



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{ F A M I L I A L - T I E S }
Nathaniel has no idea who is mother or father are. He grew up an orphan just like the other Nephilim since angels refuse to claim which one is there's. There are rumors he may be a descendant of Michael but those are only rumors without proof.

{ H I S T O R Y }
Like every other Nephilim, Nathaniel was born orphaned in the Unthinkable class. Being a half breed made him an outsider but being one of the rare few born with out wings only isolated him even more. As a child, he'd get into many fights with the other Nephilim children that chose to antagonize him to the point where the Archangel, Gabriel, chose to get involved. Gabriel saw Nathaniel's potential and was the only one to treat him different from everyone else. He never saw Nathaniel's lack of wings as a draw back but as something unique that would give him an edge on the ground.

Nathaniel began his training and quickly progressed over the other soldiers. He spent day and night training while others chose to rest or have fun. Nathaniel lived and breathed the life of a soldier. His only form of sleep were his breaks spent meditating to prepare his mind for the next training exercise. Once the war broke out, Nathaniel was sent off on the front lines as a foot soldier where he truly shined and earned the respect he deserved. Rumors spread about how he fought just like Michael making claims that he may be his bastard son.

His blood stone chose him when he found a necklace hanging around a fallen demon. It had put it on to face Nathaniel only to crumble before he could make the first attack. Nathaniel touched it and immediately felt a surge of power run through him. He fought differently. He fought better than before. He told Gabriel and Gabriel had him sent to the old camp, Equilibrium.



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{ F A C E - C L A I M }
Landon Liboiron

{ H E X C O D E }
#69AD4C

{ U S E R }
ThatStupidPunk

So begins...

Nathaniel's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Varien Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Jezebel Dimitrov

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War raged on between two sides. Factions chose their allies while one refused. The faction has not seen a war this great or this deadly in over a thousand years. Blood laid spilled all over their streets of combat while the supernatural fought under the noses of the humans using glamours to keep their presence has well hidden as they always have. They fought with elegant to barbaric weapons all over crime they had no proof for. All over the sacred honor of a family that doesn't even exist anymore. They are all ignorant of the truth and have no idea what is coming...



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Sven kicked his feet up onto the steering wheel of the ugly yellow school bus parked next to an equally unattractive warehouse building. He kept a pencil in one hand and held a crossword puzzle on his lap as he waited for his darling little campers to finally arrive so he could take him to the precious little camp known as Equilibrium because those little bastards were the last chance at this world not being completely horrible. At least they weren't all a bunch of children. Sven hated children. Actually... He hated everyone. People are cunts...

Unfortunately soon people would be arriving and Sven would have to talk to them along with babysit many of them. Especially the nobles and royals. They needed a babysitter more than any other class nowadays with how self righteous, arrogant, and down right annoying they've become in Sven's eyes. Sven laughed when the thought f how those pretentious rich assholes would react to seeing the yellow school bus they were meant to arrive at the camp in. Sven was going to enjoy that greatly. Especially being able to put them in their place when they decide to whine at all. That is going to be too much fun for Sven.

He still couldn't believe that these people were the last hope for finding peace. The fate of every faction laid in the hands of idiots that most likely only cared about booze and sex. Sure some of them were warriors, scholars, and diplomats but they were still all idiots in Sven's mind. Idiots that were somehow capable enough of not dying while wearing a blood stone and gaining unique ability. Some of them were aware of their new gifts while others were not. Sven was tasked with training them so that they would be ready what has yet to come. If they will even be ready...

By now, each new camper was beginning to arrive meaning that Sven had to put down and great everyone of them "Why does it have to be me..." Sven mumbled as he waited for each of them to approach his yellow school bus and be taken off into a world of blood, adventure, and possibly some romance along the way.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Varien Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Jezebel Dimitrov

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Species
Nephilim
Rank
Unthinkable
Outfit
X X X
Song
X
Hexcode
#69ad4c



Nathaniel was one of the first few to arrive. He was one of the unfortunate ones that didn't have the pleasure of coming with anyone. No servants to drop him off and definitely no loved ones to say goodbye. This was the cost of being a bastard son and a member of the unthinkables. Everyone saw him as scum even if he slayed a thousand demons. He had no father and no title and most certainly no royal blood coursing through his wingless veins. But Nathaniel didn't care. Nathaniel never cared anymore. There no thoughts and emotions with him now. He was simply just a bastards son that happened to be a fantastic soldier that never cared about anything ever.

Nathaniel had brushed off the man that greeted him. He gave him a simple nod but stepped into the bus with no retaliation over it like the higher ups gave. He simply sat himself in the last seat while he watched more arrived. The bus had an awful odor to it and the seats had holes and a few seat belts ripped off. It was still better than having to travel by foot from his faction until he reached a human public transportation area and took a bus to only be dropped off several blocks from here. The set back of not having a pair of wings like the other angels.

Various vehicles were beginning to arrive at this neutral ground(one of the few left since the war started). Each one gave away their social class. Royals arrived in limos accompanied by cars with guards. Nobles arrived in the most expensive cars their house could afford siply for the sake of displaying their families wealth. Commoners arrived in all types of vehicles. Some were average cars, pick up trucks, motorcycles. The unthinkables were the ones to arrive the same way Nathaniel had: by foot or by bus. It was a bit odd seeing so many different classes and races all together at once. There was surely going to be a fight that would break out before they even left.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven

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S P E C I E S
Werewolf

R A N K
Noble & Co-Alpha

O U T F I T
Casual

H E X C O D E
#f5a60e


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Nero to a skidding halt on his red Triumph, spinning around on his front tire causing the back tire to shoot dirt and gravel at all the fancy cars. Finally after getting his fair share of entertainment out of pissing of the rich snobs, he shut off his bike. Nero then put down the kick stand as she rested on the seat of his bike. He reached up to pull off his helmet. His shoulder length hair coming out in a mess. He hooked his helmet on the arm rest as an identical motorcycle except in black pulled up beside him.

Lupa pulled her own helmet off after she put her bike in a parked position. Her golden hair falling out flawlessly. She laughed towards him, "Haven't mastered the art of long hair yet, brother?" Nero scoffed, tugging an elastic from around his wrist. "My hair still looks better than yours." He smirked while tying his hair back in a man bun. It was the truth. Women loved the hair. And sure, Lupa rocked the whole badass half shaved head situation. Suited her personality. But it takes a certain kind of guy to rock long hair. "Maybe not as good as your future husband's though." He said it with disdain as he nodded his head towards a limo at the back end of the lot.

Nero crossed his arms over his chest while propping himself against his motorcycle. He watched as Rhaac'var exited his overly glamorous car. Typical douche bag. The Elf exited the car like he was fucking Fabio. Bright ass blonde hair blowing in the wind, cold face that looked like it could have been carved by Michelangelo himself. Nero hated the guy. He knew that when Rhaac'var was alone with Lupa he was a dick to her. He didn't have proof yet but when he did, he was going to kick his ass and tear the pointy right off his ears. He never understood why Lupa kept the arrangement after they both became Alpha. She obviously didn't love him.


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Werewolf

R A N K
Noble & Co-Alpha

O U T F I T
Biker

H E X C O D E
#f26d7d



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Lupa's skin crawled as wind carried the scent of the stuck up elf in her direction. She ignored Nero's comment about him looking like Fabio. She honestly couldn't stomach the sight of him. Lupa rather forcefully slammed her helmet onto the handle bar. "Ouch Lupa." He walks over to her bike, rubbing it lovingly. "Don't take it out on her... She's innocent." He whispered. Lupa rolled her eyes. "Well say Good Bye to them... By the looks of it, we won't be seeing them for awhile."

Nero didn't like that. "If anything happens to them while we're gone... I'm cracking skulls." Lupa sighed, walking past him and towards the jank old school bus that waited to take them to hell. "Why does it matter? You could just make another one with your... ability." She wiggled her fingers towards him. Obviously talking about his metal manipulation. "Well yeah... But it's not the same."

Lupa walked up to the school bus, knocking on the collapsable doors. Nero on the other hand wasn't wanting to wait. He waved his hand at the doors causing them to open. "You have no patience." Lupa said back to him over her shoulder before heading up the steps. She looked down at Sven, running a hand along his shoulders. "Hello handsome." Lupa was trying to decide if she should sit up front by the attractive driver or in the back seat. Nero apparently didn't like her flirting and promptly shoved her towards the back of the bus. "Jesus Nero..." Lupa elbowed him in the chest before continuing to the back of the bus.

Once at the back row, Lupa noticed the male that sat in one of the back seats. She smirked slightly as she flopped down on the other one, crossing her legs over the unoccupied part of her seat. Lupa shrugged her shoulders innocently towards her brother who promptly took the seat in front of the mystery guy so that he could watch her from where he sat. "You're a creep you know." Lupa said towards Nero, before shifting her attention back towards the guy across from her. "Salve." She waved her hand towards him slightly as she said the Latin word for hello.



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S P E C I E S
Elf

R A N K
Prince

O U T F I T
Royal Robes

H E X C O D E
#999999



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Rhaac'var sat in his limo, gritting his teeth as Nero shot gravel and dirt at the car with the back tire of his motorcycle. "Mutt." He growled under his throat, clearly not amused. Once he saw Lupa pull up on her twin bike, he decided now was a better time than any to finally come out from hiding in the car and accept this bullshit idea to be taken away in some disease ridden school bus.

As Rhaac'var made his way to the bus' entrance, the accordion door snapped shut in his face. His eyes glazed the windows of the bus until he saw a chuckled Nero in the window. Obviously his doing. No doubt Rhaac'var would just take it out on his precious sister. After all she was his to do with whatever he wanted. Being impatient, he shoved the door open, nearly breaking from its hinges. He didn't waste a glance on the pathetic waste of space that was in the driver's seat.

Rhaac'var whipped around to the small aisle way of the bus, his robes nearly smacking the driver in the face. Again, he couldn't care less. He strutted his way down to where Lupa sat, slithering into the seat before hers. "You realize that mutt you call a brother thought it'd be funny to shut me out of this death trap?" Rhaac'var made sure to say it quiet enough so only she would hear it. And immediately her demeanor changed, causing her to sit up right and tense. "I'm sorry Rhaac-... I mean, my dear. I shall have a talk with him."

Lupa's gaze was fixated at point through the window behind the male that Rhaac'var hardly noticed was there. He reached his hand over the back of the seat, to brush a curl behind Lupa's ear. "Ah, but it is you that will pay the price... Maybe you should keep him on a shorter leash. For he doesn't realize the effects his actions have upon you." Rhaac'var's face was menacing and dark as he let himself sit back in his seat. He rather enjoyed using Lupa as his personal toy to use as he so desired. Generally that being more of a torturous nature.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven

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W E R E W O L F
The Omega

H E X C O D E
#13435C

O U T F I T
Business Casual

S O N G
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Dyson sat quietly in the limo as they drove to the location. He thought it was a bit much to arrive in a luxurious vehicle like this considering they probably wouldn't be taking it to the camp but their uncle insisted they did. He didn't want his precious alpha arriving in something low class. He would have had Dyson trail behind them in some beat up car if Scarlett hadn't been so fixated on traveling with her brother. Their uncle hated the way she protected him when Dyson was around. Dyson kept him from pulling the puppet strings on Scarlett.

Their uncle was going off complaining about where they were driving along with acting all upset that the 'scum' had to join such highly regarded families. One would assume he was taking about the classes but their uncle was more upset about the vampires than anything else which probably explained why most of the lovers Dyson helped Scarlett sneak off to were also vampire. Boy did she enjoy rubbing Peter Moon the wrong way and Dyson fully supported her for it. Scarlett and Peter a held a conversation that sounded more like an argument while Dyson tuned him out like he always did. He leaned up against the side door of the limo and looked out the window. He watched has each street changed from nice human streets you would find a noble in to broken down ones where unthinkables would be found.

Eventually they came to a halt next to a rather ugly looking building only to have dirt tossed at them by a guy on a motorcycle. Once his helmet was off, Dyson instantly recognized him as Nero Aurelius. The co alpha of his pack along with his sister, Lupa Aurelius. Scarlett recognized them just as fast considering she darted over to the window and basically crawled over Dyson to get a look. "Damn, they're both as hot as everyone says." Dyson laughed and rolled his eyes while their uncle looked rather annoyed and actually pulled Scarlett back knowing exactly what she had planned.

Peter was first to step out from the limo and took one look at the bus and began cursing and throwing a fit over how unsuitable it was for such a highly regarded family. He even marched straight towards the bus driver and began talking his ear off to which the man responded, "Sir, I don't give a flying fuck who or what you are." Dyson and Scarlett were behind their uncle and Dyson kept a calm composure hoping their uncle would just leave already while Scarlett snickered. Their uncle eventually left and Scarlett ran onto the bus first with Dyson following behind her. Scarlett dipped into the first seat behind the bus driver and immediately began flirting with him.

Dyson would have taken a seat in the front as well if he hadn't locked eyes with one particularly intriguing blonde and her elf. Only a blind fool would say they weren't attracted to Lupa Aurelius. Dyson obviously found her pleasing to the eye but he was also aware that she was engaged to the stuck up elf prince which hindered any interactions between the too since his uncle decided to try and marry him off to the werewolf princess while he set up Scarlett being engaged to the angel prince.

Dyson couldn't help when his werewolf instincts took over and forced him to walk to the back of the bus. He saw the way the elf was touching her and could see she didn't like it. He knew it wasn't his place to step in but Dyson did anyways thanks to his wolf growling inside him. He walked straight up to elf and stood tall over him since he was sitting down but Dyson was the obviously more physically built one though his omega status really didn't make him that much stronger than a human his size. His diplomatic nature got tossed out the window for a moment once he spoke, "I suggest you leave the lady alone and find a more suitable seat up front, your grace." He spoke formally to the prince but he also was slyly underminin him in his own way. "After all, the back is no place for a prince. Especially near such filth and scum like the unthinkable seat near you or even I."

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant

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LEONIE DURANT
attire; xXmood; aloofXhex; #6a4c4c

attire; xXmood; blitheXhex; #e9b769
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the weather was grim today; the sky like tepid dishwater, painting the world beneath it pallid and monotonous shades. It seemed befitting of the mood, which, since the war had begun to take its toll, had been pardonably bleak.
Leonie's forehead rested against the window of the car, her elbow bent against the arm rest, her palm tucked under her chin, and her fingers splayed across her cheek. The fingers of her other hand were on her lap, and had been drumming a tune that could have been a 'White Stripes' song ever since they'd first set off. For the seventy-sixth time -and she knew, for she'd counted- Leonie glanced around the monstrosity that was the vehicle. It was a Mercedes Benz; a beast of an automobile, all black paintjob and faux-leather seats. It reeked of testosterone, and when the chauffeur mentioned it being her father's favourite of the mortal inventions, Leonie had smirked, both unsurprised and amused.

She glanced to her brother. He'd been chewing the same piece of gum for an hour now, and it would most certainly have lost its flavor long ago. But still Mateo chewed. His jaw shuddered, moving up and down, the small action treating his impatience, and helping him quell his urge to fidget and stretch. Mateo was not one for car rides. At least, not these kind of cars. Mateo was one for open-topped convertibles, sunroofs, motorcycles. He liked the feeling of the wind on his face, biting at his skin and clawing at his hair. And Leonie was the same.

Suffice to say, their "father's favourite mortal invention" didn't make the cut.

The car eventually found its destination, and Leonie looked at the school bus with a raised brow. "I didn't realise they were taking the school concept quite so literally."
Mateo's head appeared beside her, as he followed her gaze, and his mouth curled into a wry grin. "Feeling nostalgic, Nonie?" Leonie glanced at him, "Nostalgic? Not particularly. But then again, we never took the bus. We only set fire to it." Mateo chuckled at the memory, before leaning over and whispering in her ear, "Perhaps a little deja vu is in order." "Sure. So long as you're prepared for punishment a tad more intense than scraping gum off the bottom of desks."

The pair walked side by side towards the bus, Teo pushing open the doors before allowing Leonie to ascend the stairs first. For a brief moment, Leonie grimaced, the emotions of the people on board fluttering about her find like pesky insects. In a second she had locked the doors to her psyche, the irritations vanished, and her expression turned austere once more. She looked back at Teo, shooting him a wink as to settle the briefly blossomed concern, before leading him to a free pair of seats.

"...Find a more suitable seat up front, your grace. After all, the back is no place for a prince. Especially near such filth and scum like the unthinkable seat near you or even I." Leonie glimpsed sideways at the conversation occurring next to her, expression betraying none of her curiosity. From her prior encounter with everyone's nasty old feelings, she was already aware of the younger boy's distaste for the handsome elf. She also noted the blond girl's discomfort, as well as her face, which undoubtedly caught her attention. "I have a feeling you're going to keep yourself quite occupied around here, Teo." She said to her brother in a quiet tone. She could sense her brother's smile, and could feel his eyes grazing over the numerous lovely faces. "I think you might be right."

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Jezebel Dimitrov

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Species
Vampire
Rank
Noble
Outfit
X
Song
X
Hexcode
#05360B



The road from the vampire kingdom to the mysterious neutral territory was long. Much longer than Niklas would have preferred but that was mostly his fault thanks to forcing his driver to make a stop so Niklas could 'settle business' with Jezebel in the back seat. She didn't really have a choice considering she was his blood slave and Niklas was able to do whatever he wanted with her thanks to his mother buying the girl for him. Of course Jezebel would fight his advances like she did most times but it never took long for Niklas to win and get what he wanted. Niklas always gets what he wants.

Once his 'business' was finished, Niklas grabbed a cigarette and lit it in the back seat as they began their journey once more. He took long drags and poured himself a scotch on the rocks before pouring one for Jezebel as well. He blew a few clouds of smoke in her face simply to annoy her with a vicious smirk on his face as if he weren't quite satisfied with her just yet. He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear, "You taste lovely today, Bell." There was a soft chuckle to follow before Niklas moved lower and bit into her neck until he felt full enough to let go. He sat back and pulled wiped the blood off his face with a near by napkin.

Their limo made a stop just after the mess was made by a hooligans motorcycle. The man on the bike was simply lucky that they arrived when they did and no dirt got on his precious Rolls Royce. Niklas was the first to step out before holding the door for Jezebel and then leaving it open so the driver would have to get out and close it. He walked ahead of Jezebel climbing into the bus to catch a werewolf flirting with the driver. He gave her a wink when two people Niklas didn't recognize followed in after him. He made a mental note to see which one he could bed faster. Niklas took a seat right in the middle of the bus to hear the end of another werewolf subtly threatening the elf prince for the sake of one very attractive blonde girl behind him. Niklas clapped his hands in approval and gave a comment to Jezebel once she sat down. Well this should be fun..." He leaned forward in order to get a better view in case a fight broke out.



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Species
Nephilim
Rank
Unthinkable
Outfit
X X X
Song
X
Hexcode
#69ad4c



Nathaniel took note of the first two guests to occupy the bus after he'd gotten on. One made a mess of some of the expensive cars and limos while the other hopped onto the bus to flirt with the bus driver only to be shoved back by the guy Nathaniel assumed was her brother. She swayed down the rows towards Nathaniel but his expression never changed for considering he just didn't care. She took a seat across from him and crossed her legs like it was supposed to do something to him but it didn't. Nathaniel's emotionless expression stayed the same even while her brother decided to sit in front of him as if it were supposed to intimidate him and it didn't. "Salve" Nathaniel nodded and responded to her in Latin, "Quid agis?"

The conversation of sorts was cut short when a pompous elf came onto the bus and sat in front of the girl and obviously made her uncomfortable. More flooded the bus during their exchange while two werewolves came on that Nathaniel recognized after seeing the girl. The infamous Scarlett Moon and her twin brother Dyson followed by another set of twins but these ones were just half demons. They were nothing special in their faction just like Nathaniel. Apparently Dyson wasn't much of a fan of the elf either considering he marched down here and rather respectfully told him to leave the blonde wolf alone. Nathaniel sat and watched during their 'standoff' with a completely unamused expression.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Jezebel Dimitrov

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Lupa would have replied to the simple conversation between herself and the man across from her but with Rhaac'var's entrance, she was quickly cut off. She hated him more than everyone else on this piece of shit bus combined. In his eyes she was his personal plaything to do with as he willed. Lupa saw the darkest sides of him that most rarely see. Not only does she hate him but she is terrified of him. She'd rather spend the rest of her life being in the company of only vampires or any other scum of the world if she could get away from him.

Lupa went through the motions of a obedient fiancé but only because she had to. No one understood why she stayed with him. Why she didn't end the arrangement the second she became an Alpha along side Nero. But when she went to end it... Rhaac'var blackmailed her into staying. He found information about Nero being a bastard son to their Mother, a product of adultery. If word of that got out, his place as an Alpha would be jeopardized along with his place in the pack and quite possibly his life. She did it all for Nero. But no matter how much Rhaac'var beat her, he would never break her spirit.

Honestly, Lupa never listened when Rhaac'var addressed her anymore. It was usually a threat sprinkled with insults, and he wasn't imaginative when it came to using new ways of degrading someone. Instead her gaze shifted to the entrance of the bus as scent of other wolves entering caught her attention. First a female entered, Scarlett Moon, if she was correct. And much like Lupa, her attention was immediately drawn towards the attractive driver.

But it wasn't Scarlett's scent that caught her attention, it was the one that followed. Lupa's eyes were intent on the entrance as a young wolf entered behind her. As the male's eyes met hers, she subconsciously let her powers slow time to a crawl... but just in her eyes. To everyone else nothing would be out of the ordinary. She took in every sight, from each strand of perfectly disheveled hair to his deep blue irises... That even from this distance she could make out every fleck of brown and green that was hidden amongst the pools of indigo. Exhaling, Lupa allowed herself to blink and time to pass at natural pacing just in time to see the wolf make his way to the back of the bus. But to her surprise, he turned to face Rhaac'var which caused her to shoot up onto her feet.

Rhaac'var barely got a chance to sit down before someone intervened. "I suggest you leave the lady alone and find a more suitable seat up front, your grace." At first he thought it may have been Nero. He did play the protective brother bit quite well. Funny to know he wasn't as much of her bother as he thought. But out of curiosity, Rhaac'var moved to his feet to address the foreign voice. "After all, the back is no place for a prince. Especially near such filth and scum like the unthinkable seat near you or even I." He snorted at the comment as his brows furrowed. "And what are you planning to do about it... Mutt?"

Reverse psychology worked on the weaker mined, but not Rhaac'var. He saw right though the false sugar-coating at the end. Maybe it was because of the baby wolf's rather forthright dominance and growl. But he wasn't falling for it, even if he was right about the scum part. With a poised, yet swift movement, Rhaac'var moved out into the aisle way. The elf towered over him by nearly half a foot. His own stature making it difficult to stand up right in a child's school bus. "She's mine..." Rhaac'var's growl rivaled that of many wolves as his possessiveness slithered from his lips. He threw his index finger towards Lupa who was standing, trapped behind him. "Is this She-wolf cunt worth your life little boy?"

Nero hadn't taken his eyes off of the silver haired prick since he sat near Lupa. She made him promise not to intervene whenever the elf treated her like she wasn't worth shit. So it was safe to say he let out a sigh of slight relief when the Moon wolf stepped in. Lupa could marry him... Or a vampire for all he cared. It turned Nero's stomach to see the way Rhaac'var treated his sister. Unfortunately the wolf's words only seemed to ignite the self righteous ass.

As Rhaac'var moved to his feet so did Nero, who started to move up behind Dyson while his intent gaze silently threatened his grace. He would have just stood his ground, stoic and silent... That was until he called Lupa a cunt, and all promises went through the window. Nero shoved his way past Dyson, balling up his fist and throwing it full force into the elf's perfectly chiseled nose.

This time Lupa knowingly slowed time around her as she ducked under her brother's fist to move past him. She then reached out her hand to grab the wolf's that stood up to Rhaac'var for her, before he was sent to the ground from Nero's shove. The moment that her hand touched his it slowed him down in time with her as she brought him to his feet. She managed a slight smile, but it did not last long before it faded.

Rhaac'var wasted no time in siphoning away her power which brought her back to the present. She whipped her head back over her shoulder just in time to watch the Prince ball up his fist. Lupa wouldn't be able to move Nero, assuming the punch was intended for him. Her gaze drifted back over her shoulder to look upon her brother, hoping he was prepared to dodge a punch. But instead the fist slammed into her cheek and set her falling backwards into an empty seat.

Nero practically flew at Rhaac'var, slamming him into the side of the bus and gripping his throat tightly. But Rhaac'var simply laughed with his devilish grin. "Do it... And she'll be dead before my last breath." Unknowingly, he was also siphoning away Nero's powers, and with his metal manipulation coursing through his veins, Nero knew it wasn't a bluff. So he reluctantly slammed Rhaac'var back once more against the side of the bus while growling dominantly. He then released the bastard from his clutches.

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Of course the first thing Scarlett did once she got on the bus was immediately jump in the seat behind the driver when she realized how handsome he was. She unzipped her jacket a little lower and leaned over the seat as she talked to him using her best moves. No one could ever resist her best moves... Except for this guy. He seemed more focused on his crossword puzzle than the valuable prize that was the infamous Scarlett Moon. No one ever turned her away which only made Scarlett try harder as she took the crossword puzzle from his hand and sat on his lap. The man's response was to take it back and shove her off of him which succeeded in pissing her off if that's what he was going for.

"And what are you planning to do about it... Mutt?" Scarlett had been pulled away from her attempted flirtation with the handsome bus driver to let a very audible growl rumble through the bus at the sound of her precious brother being insulted. Her eyes immediately changed from there dark brown to a glowing red as she prepared herself to march over and beat an elf senseless only to have a surprisingly strong hand grab her arm and actually manage to hold her still. Scarlett turned back to see it was the bus driver. "Don't do anything stupid, las." He sounded like he was either Scottish or Irish to Scarlett with his accent but she was more concerned with the fact that he was strong enough to hold her back. What is he?

"Is this She-wolf cunt worth your life little boy?" There came another rumble through the bus from a growl but it wasn't just Scarlett this time considering how many werewolves were on this bus. The most prominent one came from Dyson. His hands bunched up into fists and he was ready to try and throw a punch if Lupa's giant brother Nero hadn't shoved him back to take his own swing at the pompous elf. Dyson was disappointed. Sure he wasn't very strong considering he was the lowest ranking member of his pack but this self centered prick had no right calling any woman a cunt. He had no right insulting such a beautiful woman and treating her like some pet. It infuriated him.

That was when everything slowed down and someone caught Dyson before his little tumble on the ground. He at first assumed it was Scarlett there to his rescue yet again. He'd heard her growl earlier and was surprised she didn't run a deck the elf square in the jaw right after. He was surprised again to realize his savior was Lupa instead of Scarlett. Things slowed down even more when grabbed hold of him and pulled him back to his feet. His gaze stayed locked onto her even when she wasn't paying attention. How is she doing that? He thought.

Once Dyson was on his feet, she gave him a slight smile that he returned. unfortunately it didn't last very long as the elf decided to intervene yet again by touching Lupa and returning them back to normal time. He then balled his fist up and punched Lupa right on the cheek. Dyson's appearance immediately changed as his eyes glowed blue, his features turned more wolf like, and a snarl escaped his throat. But another savior was there to stop him before Dyson had the chance to lose himself to his wolf as Scarlett suddenly appeared and spun Dyson around. She locked her hands around his head and held him there firmly as she just looked at him. Somehow that was enough to calm Dyson down.

Now it was Scarlett's turn to take a whack at the prince. She charged forward and hit him with an uppercut right in the gut after Nero stepped away from him and a second punch right at his nose putting enough strength behind it in hopes of making his head his the back of the bus again. Then in one sudden gust of wind, everyone involved in the little 'fight' was immediately knocked flat onto their butts with Sven standing in the middle. He glared at all of them as he ran a hand through his hair like what he just did took no effort at all. "One more fucking fight before we get to camp and I'll be sending pieces of you back to your families." He met eyes with each one of them. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" His voice boomed through out the bus and he didn't even wait for a response before going back to his driver's seat.

Dyson sat on the ground confused for a moment. What is he? He got back on his feet only to receive a royal slap on the back of the head. Dyson winced and grabbed the back of his head. "Ow! What was that for?" She pointed her index finger at him. "You know exactly what, dumbass." She hit him again before spinning on her heels and finding herself an empty seat in the front to sit alone in while Dyson walked over to Lupa and gave her a hand to help her up. "Are you okay?"

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Scarlett seemed to waste no time and trying to take her shot at Rhaac'var when Nero stepped back. She balled up her fist and prepared to swing. But he saw it coming. With the bit of Lupa's powers still absorbed in him from his siphoning he was able to slow time enough dodge the upper cut to his abdomen then shifted his head to the side so her fist flew past him. Rhaac'var merely smirked while stifling back a chuckle. "Stupid fucking animals."

Out of no where a sudden gust of wind swept through the bus, knocking nearly everyone to their feet. Nero reached his right hand out to grab the back of a near by seat, his left arm extending to wrap around Scarlett's waist keeping her from falling over. "One more fucking fight before we get to camp and I'll be sending pieces of you back to your families." Nero glanced up beneath the loose hairs that fell from his bun. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Rhaac'var let out a deep growl as he shoved past Scarlett and Nero, making his way to a seat a few rows back from the front. He had no desire to sit in the dog pound. With an agitated sigh, he sat upon the small bus bench, as he glared out the window and crossed his arms over his chest.

Nero's grip on Scarlett tightened slightly as Rhaac'var shoved past them. The woman no doubt seemed fiery, and after being treated like that he could only assume she'd try to storm after the silver hair twat. The elf wasn't worth the repercussions. So Nero brought Scarlett closer, one to keep her from chasing after him and starting another fight, but also so he could whisper down to her. "Don't let that self righteous bitch get under your skin." He slowly dropped his hand from her waist, smiling down at her. "Thanks though... I have to be careful what I do to his highness because it reflects upon her." He glanced over his shoulder towards his sister, about to check on her until he saw the young wolf that stood up for her check on Lupa first.

Lupa was dazed as she slowly pushed herself off the seat. She brought her right hand up to touch her cheek, wincing as she felt a tender cut just below her right eye. "Are you okay?" It took her a moment to register that he was speaking to her. She turned her head to look up at Dyson, smiling weakly. "I'll live..." She placed her hand that didn't cup her sore cheek in his hand before moving to her feet.

Standing there, Lupa's hand lingered in Dyson's momentarily while her eyes took in everything about him. But as she stood there, she grew increasingly uncomfortable as she felt the eyes of over half the people on the bus on her. Lupa quickly withdrew her hand from his, her expression shifting as tears welled up in her eyes. She hadn't realized until that moment how weak she must have appeared. Lupa hated seeming weak because she knew she was far from it, and between the anger and frustration, she couldn't fight the onslaught of tears that threatened to run down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry..." Lupa said sheepishly as her gaze shifted between Nero and Dyson. "I need air." She slipped past Dyson and made her way down the aisle. She gently placed her hand on Scarlett's shoulder as she stepped past her, "Excuse me." Lupa was almost to the door when a leg shot out from a seat to stop her in her tracks. "And where do you think you're going?"

Lupa's patience was gone. Her eyes starting shifting from their normal ice blue to the rich gold of her wolf form. Her right hand swiftly moved behind her back to grab a dagger tucked in the back of her pants. Lupa held the blade to the elf's leg. "Move your fucking leg or loose it." Rhaac'var clenched his jaw as he moved his leg out of her way allowing her to pass. She let out a loud growl as she slammed the dagger into the back of Rhaac'var's seat before making her way to the front of the bus and out of the door.

Once she was outside of the bus Lupa inhaled deeply before letting the tears to silently cascade down her cheeks. She ran her hands back through her hair as she moved to crouch down and bury her face into her knees.

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Scarlett was sitting towards the front again but she was a few seats back this time for the sake of not having to sit near the elf and punching his lights out like she wanted. She made a few glances back behind her. Some were towards Dyson and Lupa as they briefly interacted while others were towards Nero and the boy sitting in the back that never moved or had any real reaction to anything that just happened. Though most of her glances were towards Nero. She found him as handsome as any other werewolf attracted to men did in the faction but she still found it a bit odd the way he held her back from the elf. Wouldn't he want Scarlett to take care of the snob that insulted his sister? The whole thing was just a bit odd to her. Then again, politics were better suited for Dyson. Speaking of... Scarlett glanced back at him again to make sure he was still in tact like that moment of looking away put him in some kind of harm.

"I'll live..." Dyson's heart leaped for a moment at the sound of her sweet voice and proceeding to accelerate when her hand locked with his and held there. His composure stayed calm and concerned even though he was feeling all sorts of emotions at the same time. Of course Dyson refused to let himself seem flustered. He had a reputation to uphold. Dyson studied ever feature on her face when he saw her expression quickly changed and tears just began to form. He'd stepped forward to push her into a seat so no one would have to see but she pushed past him instead. "I need air." Dyson went to go after her when an arm stretched out and blocked his way. "Don't do it." He looked down to see the disappointed stare of his sister and alpha. "Let me pass." Scarlett responded with a glare. "Sit." Dyson growled but he did take a seat in the seat behind her. Dyson knew better than to disobey his alpha. They may not be home but pack laws were still relevant out here. Dyson may have been upset not to play the knight in shinning armor any longer but it was for the best. She was engaged after all.

Surprisingly Sven was the one to step off the bus to comfort poor Lupa. He put a reassuring hand on her shoulder before speaking, "You sure know how to pick 'em. The prince is strong but a complete wanker. Your werewolf lover boy is sweet and easy on the eyes but the biggest weakling I've ever seen." He laughed a bit at his own joke before taking his hand off. "Your best option would be befriending the twins though. Lover boy will follow you blindly but the fiery one is a good ally to have when dealing with platinum wankers." He pointed at the bus. "Now get your ass onto the bus before I kick it onto there."

Sven waited for Lupa to step onto the bus before getting on next and getting into the drivers seat and closing the bus doors. He grabbed the mic by the steering wheel and spoke into it. "Alright you little shits, I want all of your asses in a seat so I can torture you for a whole summer since your factions stupid enough to think all of you tossers are something special." He smirked and looked into the mirror as he switched the bus into drive. "I'm here to prove that you're not." His foot slammed the gas pedal sending the bus flying forward down the street. Anyone stupid enough to not take a seat when Sven said so went flying back which only made him laugh.

The bus kept going faster and faster as the road was beginning to disappear and it look like they were going to hit a sign that said 'road ends here' but at the last second, the bus jerked up into the sky and towards a cloud. Sven grabbed the mic again and spoke into it, "Lesson One: Glamours." Dyson seemed to take that as an opportunity to showcase his vast knowledge on the supernatural world, "Glamours: Magical wards typically used as tattoos for demons and angels and pendants for the other races. Glamours are used to hide supernatural activity amongst the human world to keep them unaware of what goes on under their noses." "No one likes a smart ass, kid." Dyson grunted when Scarlett snorted a laugh in front of him at Sven's comment.

The bus soon passed through the cloud and when the emerged, the bus wasn't their anymore. In it's place were Pegasi varying in all sorts of color and as unique as the ones riding them. Sven's was pure white and seemed to sparkle as it lead everyone else. Dyson's was white with a black mane while Scarlett's was black with a white mane. Scarlett seemed to be the one having the most fun on hers while Dyson was struggling to stay on and nearly fell several times. Most of the time Scarlett had to be the one saving him until she flew up front and Dyson nearly fell off again...

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Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Jezebel Dimitrov

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the violence had come sudden and drastic, insults exchanged and fists thrown, all the whilst Mateo and his sister sat comfortably in their seat. The former had faced the urge to defend the victim of the elf's first punch, only to be beaten to the chase by a man considerably larger than Teo. Teo had been a tad put out, his heroic moment gone before it had come, but he was more relieved than anything else. For fighting was reserved for the aggressive, the tough and fierce. And Mateo was a man living in a near-constant insouciance.

Not to mention he was far to vain to risk scarring his lovely face.

And then there was his sister.

Leonie had sat in silence, her expression speaking a language that only Mateo could really understand. Whereas others would look into her eyes and see glacial indifference, Mateo could note the hidden curiosity, and the silent enjoyment. As he glanced at her, his eyebrows rose in slight bemusement.

"Are you... reading them?" Leonie didn't say anything, instead tilting her head in a slight not, a simple, "Mhmm," Sounding through her closed lips.

Ah, she hated it. She really did. The way the emotions tore into her mind the second she released her hold on her abilities. Her mind was like a floodgate, and the moment she opened it to the people around her, their feelings gushed into her psyche with little to no reticence.

But considering the circumstances, she'd reluctantly decided that she was probably better off knowing exactly what they could do.

Her eyes grazed the female werewolf's bruised cheek, and the woman's mood his Leonie like a freight train. Frustration, despair... and the ability to manipulate time on a small scale. The melancholic feeling the blonde radiated encouraged Leonie to quickly turn to the other passengers.

Amusement, lust... death sense, and empathetic masochism. Something told her that the powers were quite fitting of the possessor.

Rage, aggravation... metal manipulation.

Concern, annoyance... pyrokinesis.

Vexation, smugness... Leonie's serene expression flickered, revealing smatterings of reluctant curiosity and slight concern. He's... similar. She examined the elf from behind, recalling the events that occurred just moments before. His words rang in her mind, "Is this She-wolf cunt worth your life little boy?" Of all people... why that asshole?

She sighed to herself, Best to avoid him.

"Alright you little shits, I want all of your asses in a seat so I can torture you for a whole summer since your factions stupid enough to think all of you tossers are something special." Leonie's thoughts were shattered by the booming voice of their driver. "I'm here to prove that you're not. Lesson One: Glamours."

The little blonde boy replied with a matter-of-fact zest which prompted both Leonie and Mateo to scoff lightheartedly. "Glamours: Magical wards typically used as tattoos for demons and angels and pendants for the other races. Glamours are used to hide supernatural activity amongst the human world to keep them unaware of what goes on under their noses."

Leonie blinked, and when her eyes flickered back open, she was riding a pale grey creature with stormy hooves and wings of silver. It's mane flickered, clouds caught in a easterly wind. Leonie looked to Teo, he himself atop a palamino steed, its nose adorned by an ivory blaze. She met her brother's eyes, and he shrugged, an amused smile on his lips.

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Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Niklas Kron

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"Is this She-wolf cunt worth your life little boy?" Niklas snickered in his seat. Now there was a twisted little fuck he could get along with. Well possibly get along with considering that guy was too self entitled for his own good. He was a good ally to have since he was a prince to the elf kingdom but Niklas knew befriend that guy meant having to kiss up to him. Niklas would never kiss up to anyone. He was far too prideful for anything like that. Niklas did enjoy the fight that ensued much more than anyone else. He laughed, clapped his hands, and practically got off on the whole bloody thing. He even booed when the bus driver stepped in and broke it up. He was hoping their be more blood before it got stopped. Would've made it even better.

The little wolf boy attempted to make himself still seem like the hero for the hot blonde. Niklas didn't blame him. He probably would do the same thing over getting some action with her. "Alright you little shits, I want all of your asses in a seat so I can torture you for a whole summer since your factions stupid enough to think all of you tossers are something special." The bus driver's voice echoed throughout the bus bringing his attention to the front with just enough time to catch his smirk. "I'm here to prove that you're not." Niklas returned the smirk. I like this guy.

"Lesson One: Glamours." The bus was flying through the air and towards a cloud and the blond wolf was quick to give a smart ass response one glamours. "Glamours: Magical wards typically used as tattoos for demons and angels and pendants for the other races. Glamours are used to hide supernatural activity amongst the human world to keep them unaware of what goes on under their noses." Niklas rolled his eyes in annoyance. Niklas blinked once when they passed through the cloud and when he he looked down, he wasn't on a bus anymore. Instead he was sitting a black horse with traces of red throughout it like small flames and black wings. It was a Pegasus. A Pegasus fitted for the devil. Niklas was probably the one enjoying himself the most as he zipped through the air like some thrill seeking moron doing twists and turns. Going ahead of the group and then circling around it. It was all good and fun until the quickly faded with a presence of a vision...

The pupils and irises on his eyes soon faded away into a cloud near white color. Every sense brought him into a completely different world from what was around him. He heard a girl screaming a name he could barely make out. Blood and flames everywhere. A darkness engulfing everything... He saw death. So much death. So much destruction. Even Niklas was terrified of it. Niklas stayed trapped in his vision not even realizing that he had fallen off his steed and was plummeting to the ground...





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Nathaniel hadn't been paying much attention to the fight when it broke out. He just kind of stayed in his seat as it all broke out and never really moved a muscle. He just watched without a care in the world over what happened and cared less once it was broken up. He simply moved his body back into the position it was in before hand and stared out the window once more until the driver made an announcement that they were finally leaving. The bus took off quickly and they were soon off the ground. "Lesson One: Glamours." Nathaniel tuned out the noble boy once he started giving his matter-of-fact response over what a glamour was. He simply watched at the bus suddenly disappeared and Nathaniel was sitting on a Pegasus.

Nathaniel looked down at his rustic steed that was a beautiful mixture of reds and browns with a white snout and mane. He closed his eyes as it flew him through the air and he felt the breeze hit his cheeks. Nathaniel was finally experiencing what it felt like to fly. He finally didn't have to be the outcast with no wings. It was quite possibly that maybe Nathaniel felt something. That maybe he was happy for the first time in his life. Maybe he even broke out a smile for the first time ever. But these were only maybe's and none of that actually happened. Nathaniel didn't feel anything. He couldn't no matter how hard he tried.

His moment quickly faded when things seemed to slow down for him. He saw the wolf noble begin to fall and the vampire noble actually fall through the air. Nathaniel couldn't catch them both so he needed to pick one. Nathaniel dove down with his steed and grabbed the vampire noble just before he made a stain on the ground. He seemed to be in some sort of trance as his eyes looked difference and he didn't acknowledge anything that just happened. Nathaniel carried him on the steed and brought him back to the rest of the group but something caught his eye. He looked down and saw a girl clearly on the ground even form how high he was. She was traveling on what looked like a giant black dog with eyes that glowed like flames. She seemed to be heading in the same direction as them.

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Nero could tell just by the slight glance that Lupa gave him, that she was upset. When she said she needed air, he moved to his feet. He was halted temporarily by the young wolf who was in the aisle wanting to go after Lupa, but the boy's sister quickly put him in his place, making him sit. Nero walked past Dyson, giving him a slight pat on the shoulder, "It's alright man, I got it." He took a couple steps forward, only to stop when he saw the grumpy bus driver move to his feet and follow Lupa out. "Or not..." He said under his breath before climbing into the seat before Dyson, and scooting over to the window to watch his sister and the bus driver.

Lupa didn't have to glance back to see who it was to come after her out of the bus, she could tell by the scent. She expected her brother or maybe the young wolf that had tried to defend her. But instead it was the musky yet sweet scent of the driver. Lupa held up her hands as if she were surrendering. "Look... I'm sorry. I'll pay for your bus. I just-" She stopped mid sentence when she felt his hand upon her shoulder. "You sure know how to pick 'em. The prince is strong but a complete wanker. Your werewolf lover boy is sweet and easy on the eyes but the biggest weakling I've ever seen." He laughed while removing his hand. "Your best option would be befriending the twins though. Lover boy will follow you blindly but the fiery one is a good ally to have when dealing with platinum wankers." She sighed, "Yeah, well too bad I have to marry him... And I don't even know lover boy's name." At some point, Lupa would need to thank him though.

"Now get your ass onto the bus before I kick it onto there." Lupa rolled her eyes and scoffed. She turned towards the bus while wiping back her tears. She made her way up onto the bus, and slowly walked down the aisle as Sven spoke to the masses. "Alright you little shits, I want all of your asses in a seat so I can torture you for a whole summer since your factions stupid enough to think all of you tossers are something special... I'm here to prove that you're not." Lupa wasn't to her seat by the time he slammed down the gas pedal which sent the bus flying down the street and her toppling over into the nearest seat. She didn't realize until she landed that she wasn't in a seat at all, but in lover boy's lap.

As quickly as she could, Lupa tried to get to her feet, stumbling into his lap once more before she was standing. "I'm sorry." Then before she could embarrass herself further she slunk into the seat beside Nero. "Smooth." He said sarcastically, knowing better than to bring up what was bothering her earlier. Before Lupa could tell her brother to shut up, Sven boomed over the microphone. "Lesson One: Glamours." Then the wolf in the seat behind her piped up, "Glamours: Magical wards typically used as tattoos for demons and angels and pendants for the other races. Glamours are used to hide supernatural activity amongst the human world to keep them unaware of what goes on under their noses." "No one likes a smart ass, kid." Nero belted out a laugh while Lupa brought a hang up to cover her mouth as she chuckled.

The entire ride since Rhaac'var took a seat just glazed over in his mind. He hated being here with all this inferior assholes, and was dying to leave. But unfortunately like the lot of them, he had to be there. He paid no mind to the less than thrilling conversations and the crabby bus driver over the mic. That was until he was all of a sudden no longer in a bus. He managed a glance down to see a pegasus of a similar silver color as his own mane underneath him. Rhaac'var simply rolled his eyes as he reluctantly grasped the horse's mane. "Is this really necessary?"

One minute Nero was sitting there laughing with his sister and then the next moment he felt a breeze on his face. Furrowing his brows, her looked around quickly realizing that they were no longer in a bus but on flying horses. The pegasus he rode was much like him, simple. It was brown like many horses with a typical black mane. He couldn't help but snort at the irony that he would have the most simple and basic of the animals.

Lupa noticed her brother on a pegasus first before looking down to see her own. The pegasus beneath her was much like a painted horse. The body was mostly white covered with large brown blotches and a brown mane. Lupa immediately smiled at the sight of the animal, lowering her hand to gently pet its neck. She looked back over to her brother. "Look... Your's is boring like you." Lupa laughed and Nero wasted no time in steering his pegasus towards her, chasing her through the air. At one point he zoomed passed Rhaac'var, nearly knocking him off, but was too far away by the time the elf started yelling profanities towards him. Nero caught up to Lupa, a devious smirk on his lips. "If I knock him off his pegasus... Do you think you could control time enough to let him fall to his death?... I mean, I don't think anyone here has the ability to fly so it's not like he could syphon his way out of it."

Lupa laughed at Nero's comment. She definitely liked the idea, but her attention was quickly drawn to the young wolf who seemed to be having trouble staying on his pegasus. At first it seemed his sister was helping him, but when she moved ahead he started to slip again. Lupa had no idea if anyone else would do anything, so she quickly decided to take matters into her own hands. Slowing time as she darted towards him, Lupa was able to reach him swiftly. She reached out her hand, taking his and hoisting him up onto the back of her pegasus. Instead of releasing his hand, Lupa wrapped it around her waist so he could use her balance for support. She glanced over over her shoulder at him, "You have to hold on with your thighs." Her other hand reached back to pat his thigh. "You won't hurt her by gripping tightly with your legs."





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Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Niklas Kron

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Dyson began to slip off his Pegasus once Scarlett had gone ahead to enjoy herself for a bit. His arms flailed around like an idiot only making his balance worse as he fell even more. Then a hand manged to catch his. Dyson looked up expecting it to be his sister's but instead it was a sight of pure beauty, Lupa. She pulled him back up but instead of putting him back on his Pegasus like Scarlett would have, she put him on hers. His free hand traced a spot of brown on the beautiful steed before she took his hands and put them around her waist. Dyson caught his breathe for a moment by the gesture. Everything going on today had been so weird and it wasn't like him to act like this or feel like this.

"You have to hold on with your thighs." She looked back over her shoulder at him and he could feel just how close there faces were but Dyson never allowed himself to lean closer or act on his reputation. He was too smart for that. Instead, he stayed where he was and felt his leg get warmer as she placed her hand on it for demonstration on how he was supposed to ride a Pegasus. If only she knew that Dyson was a lost cause. "You won't hurt her by gripping tightly with your legs." Dyson brought his body closer to hers as he did what she instructed. He could feel every shape of her back against his chest. The curvature of her hips against the palm of his hands all the way to his fingertips.

Too bad that moment couldn't last longer...

Scarlett suddenly appeared up next to them startling Dyson a bit and causing him to loosen up and move back slightly out of embarrassment. Scarlett was too busy going full on Mama Wolf over Dyson to really notice anyways. "Are you hurt? Did you hit anything? Do you need to stop? Do you need anything? Are you okay?" Dyson could feel his cheeks burning as her questions dragged on. He knew she meant well by it but he preferred she didn't do it while he was sitting behind arguably the most attractive werewolf in the faction. It was already embarrassing enough that he fell.

Dyson finally answered her. "I'm fine. I swear." He responded lowly with his gaze pointed down like usual when he spoke to any member of his pack. It was how he was supposed to address them even if Scarlett hated it. She wanted to smack him on the back of the head but she couldn't reach from across both horses so instead she maneuvered her Pegasus and then managed to get it's wing to smack Dyson upside the head making far more comedic than if she were to slap him herself. Dyson's head went forward and he thankfully didn't hit the back of Lupa's head but his chin did manage to grace her shoulder hard enough to hurt him at least.

"Don't you fucking scare me like that again you idiot!" Scarlett looked like she was raging pissed at him but he knew his sister better than anyone else. He heard the soft crack in her voice and glaze over her eyes that hid the tears that wanted to form but wouldn't because she was too tough for that. Scarlett didn't cry anymore since the fight... The truth was, Scarlett was completely terrified over what could have happened if someone hadn't been there to catch him. She'd be in complete pieces without him. It absolutely terrified her any time she wasn't around to rescue him.

Scarlett regained her composure quickly and flew ahead again. She saw the quiet one from the back of the bus rejoined the group with the sadistic vampire. She scoffed at the state of him but didn't comment. She would have gone back to the front but she wanted to stay closer to Dyson this time in case anything were to happen again. Especially when that elf was around. Scarlett was ready to butcher the guy if he was stupid enough to knock a hair out of place on Dyson's perfect little head.

A familiar scent caught Scarlett's nose from all the way on the far ground. Scarlett knew that scent all too well from their various and steamy encounters. Even from up there, Scarlett could make out their brown hair and feminine curves. They were falling behind the group but there was no telling if they would show up at the same time. Scarlett hoped they'd arrive soon enough for the sake of catching up on old times.

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Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Rhaac'var Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Leah Navarro

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Leah couldn't arrive at the bus any later. She was sure she had missed it since her mother and Lucian had kept her a while longer as they broke the news to her. She was going to be a big sister and her first response was to stand there like an idiot with mouth agape and eyes widening as she processed what was just told to her. Her mouth then turned into a joyful smile as she felt the tears sting the corner of her eyes and she just hugged her mother for what seemed about a whole five minutes. By that time they were both sobbing happily with Lucian placing each of his huge wolf hands on their shoulders with a tender smile on his face. In all honesty this wasn't usual for Leah, to cry and lose her shit but this was her mother and her mother was having a baby! That alone was enough to make Leah melt into a pile of mush.

There little family moment was interrupted though when Lucian pointed out the time. With a sudden realization that she was going to be late the vampire gave both of her parents one last squeeze before wiping the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes and disappeared into the sleek black bmw. Now she was here, arriving at the bus right after she witnessed a blonde and older looking man having what seemed to be a conversation outside the school bus. Leah couldn't help but to smirk at the thought of being in a school bus before she quickly turned off the car's engine, got out and jogged up to the bus, slipping in just when the doors closed. She gave the driver a sheepish smile then made her way all the way to the back of the bus grabbing an empty seat towards her left. It took her a second to notice the lingering tension in the air that caused her to wonder if something happened before she got on the bus but considering that the bus was filled with the low and high class, of course something happened.

That's right, with the baby news sprung on her Leah forgot for a second that she was sharing a bus with a mixture of nobles and half bloods and she didn't really care. Not about the people but about their status. Curiosity took over her as she peeked around having full view from the back. Full view of the back of their heads that is but most turned their faces a couple of times for her to see most and recognize some. Of course all of them were pleasing to look at, that was just her luck right? With a small smirk she leaned up against the empty seat in front of her placing her arms flat across the top part of the seat before resting her chin on her arms. Her gaze first gaze landed upon Niklas, a noble vampire just like Leah but at the same time so not like her. She has seen him around a couple of times and if she can recall she and her mother has had dinner with his family maybe once or twice but she couldn't remember in this moment. Her eyes scanned for more vampires or other creatures but she was only met with more wolves than anything. This of course caused no problem for her, she didn't mind one bit and in fact kind of looked forward to it.

Leah's attention was snapped forward when the driver began to speak but only laughed silently to herself when the wolf a couple of seats in front of her answered the man, cutting him off. It was the last bit that made her laugh, the whole no one likes a smart ass part but her smile soon disappeared when the seat she was sitting on was no longer there and instead replaced by a horse? The animal strongly resembled an appaloosa with it's front half being a chestnut brown and the other half pure white with brown spots all over and honestly it's neck looked as if someone took white spray paint to it. It's mane was odd with the roots being a pure white but fading into brown. Leah's face seemed to be riddled with confusion for a second before she realized that she was in the air, high above the bloody ground and flying . . . on a Pegasus. Holy flipping shit. Leah's eyes went wide as soon as she realized she was no where near the ground and held onto the horse like a cat clinging to a tree for dear like. "By the elders, don't let me die, don't let me die." she repeated to herself with eyes squeezed tightly shut.

After a couple of minutes Leah opened her eyes to look around after her hands seemed to settle a bit from shaking. She opened them just in time to see a young wolf and the vampire noble fall then get rescued and scolded by what seemed to be his sister and in her current state she managed to crack a smirk. It was like the pegasus just wanted to mess with her because as fast as that smirk came it vanished when it nose dived down. She let out a terrified little scream before she shouted at the thing. "I'm sorry! It's wasn't funny! Pull up, pull up!!" her arms instantly wrapped around the creatures neck and her eyes closed shut tight once again in fear of seeing how fast she was headed towards the ground but in a blink of an eye the horse pulled up and flew back up towards the group where Leah sat with a pale face and looking as if she was about to puke. "I hate you." she managed to mutter out through clenched teeth. The horse gave a snort that caused her to jump slightly before giving it a kick ass smile. "Just kidding! You're just delightful." She just wanted to get off this thing already.

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Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Cassiel Michaels Character Portrait: Leah Navarro

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These idiots that Sven was stuck with sure enjoyed their dramatics. The blonde haired wimpy werewolf struggled on his Pegasus forcing his annoying overbearing sister to play hero until she even grew tired of his sheer idiocy only to have the possibly attractive blonde werewolf chick save him. That idiot got lucky considering he basically got to grope the girl all because he didn't know how to fly a Pegasus. He wasn't entirely stupid because of that. He may have slight respect from Sven. Slight.

Of course more of his unfortunate 'students' didn't seem to grasp the concept of don't fall since the pretentious vampire fell off his and the brooding mutt rescued him while the vampire that wished she was a werewolf nearly fell off hers. The only competent ones that Sven actually could stand were the twin cambions. At least they didn't present any problems or exuded egos the size of Mt Olympus. They also were quiet most of the time which instantly made Sven favor them over everyone else.

The group was finally reaching their destination meaning all the little wimps wouldn't have to worry about falling off their steeds anymore. It looked like they were flying straight into a forest but once it seemed like they hit the trees... The camp revealed itself underneath it's glamour. The camp seemed like something straight out of a Percy Jackson book with it's decorated cabins according to faction, Colosseum like training arena, a forest for days, a giant mess hall, and even more buildings for various other activities they would partake in over the course of the summer. Poor Sven.

Sven was the first to land with a angelic looking man waiting to great him with his perfect clothes, hair, and smile. He went to greet Sven first but he scoffed him away as he got off his Pegasus and waited as each of the others landed. The young man greeted each of them as they landed but spent a little too much time greeting the saucy werewolf that just so happened to be his fiance. Their interaction was still brief though. He attempted to greet her kindly while she simply blew him off with a pat on the back and went to stand with the little group of werewolves. Pack animals... Sven thought which made him chuckle a bit as he cleared his throat to begin his speech:

"Welcome to hell, tossers." Sven began. "Each of you idiots posses some sort of special talent thanks to a dumb little stone your mommies bought you for being a good kid. For some reason they didn't kill you even though the world would probably be much better off with you dead anyways." He paused not really caring if he offended anyone. "Unfortunately there's a war going on and you lot of bloody fools are the only ones capable of stopping it by training here with me and proving that I really should be paid more." Sven was about to end it there and just be done with the day when the blonde angel prince, Cassiel, spoke up. "Uh, sir? You're forgetting the rules and the lesson for today."

Sven spun bakc around on his heels with a wicked grin on his face now. "Of course how could I forget? The rules here are simple: Don't piss me off if you value your life, don't get killed, and murdering each other is strongly frowned upon. I'd rather not have to got through the whole paperwork process if one of you die so just don't be an idiot and die before this is over, okay?" He waited to make sure they all got it while Cassiel ran off and came back with a clipboard.

Sven began looking over the clipboard once it once handed to him and spoke again. "Alright, each of you will be paired off with someone else to show case your special talents until one of you cna't fight or until I think you actually tried hard enough." He began reading off the pairings: "Niklas and Lupa, Dyson and Nero, Rhaac'var and Leonie, Mateo and Leah, Nathaniel and Scarlett." There was one name remaining on the list. A late arrival that Sven ignored as he addressed the group that was here. "Pair up and begin so I can get some food and a much needed drink."

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Character Portrait: Dyson Moon Character Portrait: Scarlett Moon Character Portrait: Nero Aurelius Character Portrait: Lupa Aurelius Character Portrait: Nathaniel Character Portrait: Sven Character Portrait: Leonie Durant Character Portrait: Matéo Durant Character Portrait: Belladonna Damian Character Portrait: Niklas Kron Character Portrait: Cassiel Michaels Character Portrait: Leah Navarro

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After Lupa brought Dyson onto her pegasus, and explained to him the best way to ride, he heeded her words and scooted closer to her while holding her waist for support. It wasn't long before, presumably, Dyson's sister appeared. "Are you hurt? Did you hit anything? Do you need to stop? Do you need anything? Are you okay?" Lupa tried her best to bite her tongue and just face forward. One moment this chick flew on forward knowing full well her brother wasn't good at riding, and now she was worried about his safety. Lupa glanced over her shoulder towards him, noticing his blush, she shot him a friendly smile. Nero would be the same way if she was in danger. But Aurelius' always knew how to ride a horse and a pegasus was no different.

The male wolf behind her replied to his sister, "I'm fine. I swear." Then in a quick flash of moments, the girl's pegasus bumped Dyson which sent his head forward, causing his chin to clock her shoulder. She glanced back at him, holding out her arm, preparing to help him stay upon the animal. "Don't you fucking scare me like that again you idiot!" Once she flew off, Lupa glanced back over her shoulder at Dyson. "I don't mean to come off rude... But if she was worried about your safety why didn't she put you on her pegasus? Or why in the hell would she make her pegasus hit you?! That could have sent you falling to your death..." Her eyes were wide and brows furrowed. Lupa didn't quite understand the exchange, but then again it wasn't her place. All she knew was her and Nero never acted like that.

Nero was minding his own business as he steadily flew a bit higher than everyone else, occasionally shifting his gaze back to his sister but he knew she'd be fine. Eventually his attention was drawn to a brunette who didn't seem to have clue what she was doing as her pegasus nose dived on her. "I'm sorry! It's wasn't funny! Pull up, pull up!!" He perched up slightly, preparing to dive after the girl if she needed help. But the animal seemed to be giving her a run for her money, and eventually brought her back up in line with the others. Nero flew down next to her, hearing her mutter some things to the pegasus. "He senses your fear." He reached out a hand to pet the pegasus. Nero then held out his hand towards the girl, "Are you ok? Or would you feel more comfortable riding with me?" He wasn't saying it to try and be flirty or anything like that. He just simply didn't want her getting hurt.

Rhaac'var rode his pegasus simply because he had too, not because had any desire to be mounting a beast. Thankfully, they seemed to break through some sort of glamour like they were going to fucking Hogwarts. He had no issue landing the pegasus, and quickly proceeded to hop off of it and fix his hair and robes. And once everyone was landed somewhat in all their bits and pieces Sven started his very long and stupid spiel. Rhaac'var zoned most of it out until it got to the later portion. "Alright, each of you will be paired off with someone else to show case your special talents until one of you cna't fight or until I think you actually tried hard enough. Niklas and Lupa, Dyson and Nero, Rhaac'var and Leonie, Mateo and Leah, Nathaniel and Scarlett. Pair up and begin so I can get some food and a much needed drink." Rhaac'var groaned, walking over to Leonie. "Let's get this fucking over..."

Nero was giddy at the sight of his favorite weapons already being their and ready for them at their disposal. "Hey Lupa!" He called his sister over, waving an arrow at her tauntingly. Lupa hurried over to him smiling, quickly taking up her bow, quiver and her favorite spear. It wasn't until after she had her things, and her brother had his that the pairs registered in her mind. Lupa grabbed Nero by the arm, tugging him closer. "Don't kill him... Ok?" She whispered under her breath. Lupa waved off any comments Nero was about to say, so instead he just nodded his head. "Don't worry, I won't kill your precious puppy." He commented as he slid his dual swords into their sheaths and headed over towards Dyson. "So brother, do you have everything you need?"

Once Lupa had her things in their proper place on her person, her eyes scanned the crowd. She wasn't 100% sure who Niklas was. But by the sound of the name, she figured it was the more ethnic looking vampire in the crowd. She walked up to him, flashing a friendly smile. "You're Niklas, right?"


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"He senses your fear." Said the man who just flew down next to Leah. The vampire could only watch as Nero petted the Pegasus then held his hand out towards her. He offered her a ride with him instead and Leah looked down at her horse hesitantly. She didn't want it doing anything funny as she tried to switch so she did it fast and wrapped her arms around the larger man's waist. She let out a sigh of relief for not falling off when they did the switch. "Sorry and, er, thank you." She said as the corners of her mouth formed a very faint smile though she wasn't sure if he saw or not. Right now Leah was just a bit relieved she had something sturdy to hold onto so she wouldn't fall. Come to think about it this guy was the first werewolf she talked to and so far she liked him. Maybe she could make friends with him, you know, later on when they aren't so high off the ground.

When they landed Leah thanked the werewolf again but caught herself bowing at him like she would do to her grandparents. When Nero walked away Leah rolled her eyes at herself and shook her head. "Did I really just do that?" She whispered to herself in disbelief. Leah's scolding of her little stupid moment was cut short when Sven spoke out to everyone. "Alright, each of you will be paired off with someone else to showcase your special talents until one of you can't fight or until I think you actually tried hard enough."

When Leah heard her name along with one she didn't quite recognize her eyes began scanning the small crowd. There was a slight relief in her stomach that she wasn't paired off with Niklas because he could sometimes unsettle her. She waited, took the leather canteen that was attached to her belt off and took a few gulps of the red liquid that was inside. Putting it back Leah watched as the pairs began to form. Soon she see who was left and when she saw the cambion she quickly made her way over to him. The first thing she noticed about him was his height and beautiful cheekbones. Putting on a smile Leah waved at him as she approached. "Mateo, right?"