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 Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 3:17 pm
Owls of a Feather ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 3:39 pm
Che and Paine Gaia Name: Mahareshi Rorsch
Name: Che Presidiomini
What was your O.W.L designation?: The Stationary Owl
Gender: Male
Age: 19, 219, 419, 619 and 719.
Appearance: 
Personality: Most of the times, very calm about things. Possibly too many things. Generally nice, but I have a very, very cynical and sarcastic side. That's the side that has gotten me into many, many fights. Eh...not a mean person, but I will fight if I have to. Typical run of the mill italian kid.
Weakness: Water. I can't really get a grip on soggy paper. If I'm wet, then I can still attack with paper.
Biography: I haven't been on American soil for long, but I can tell you it isn't what I thought it would be. I was expecting to be welcomed because I could bring something else to the table, but nope. Instead, it's pretty much the other way around. My race and my abnormality has gotten in the way of it all. I've been living lavishly for the past 19 through trickery, deception and for the most part stealing. This is America right? Someone here has to be exploited for profit. I'm not about to let myself fall prey to exploitation.
As of recently, though, I haven't been able to continue my progress...or at least as efficiently as I want to. Some other person has been taking from others as well. Of course, this is good because now, eyes are no long on me. It also allows me to investigate and steal at the same time. Still though, this person whome I can't seem to catch is wonder. I'll just have to confront them and show him or her who the better thief is. Superpowers or not.
Gaia Name: Solaris Beauty
Name: Felcia Averain
What was your O.W.L designation?: The Shifting OWL
Gender: Female
Age: 19, 219, 419, 619 and 719.
Appearance:
Personality: Most times I sit silent and observe. Like my primary ability, my personality can shift, depending on the place and what is called for at the time. I've learned so far that nobody should ever be able to "read" your emotions...they'll have the upperhand on you all the time. I have a more "intimate" side but few people have ever witnessed that.
Weakness: I have trust issues, but physically I'm severely claustrophobic and my secondary mutation is unstable at this point.
Biography: Well if you want to know. I was born in a small village somewhere in Europe to a single mother. My mother was already criticized because she was born differently. She was able to take abilities, memories and personality just by touching someone physically. Lucky for her she was able to control this and for the most part her being "different" wasn't a problem for her because she could pass as "normal" or whatever the hell that is. Then she met a traveling man, my father who so happened to be different as well. He was a con man plain and simple. He was a teleporter but also had a secondary mutation as well...I forgot what it was but that could probably explain why I have two mutations as well.
My mother fell for him eventually and they conceived me. She thought they would have a life together, a normal life but one day she awoke and he wasn't home...and never returned. The townspeople began to hate my mother because my father had coned everyone out of their hardwork money and once they found out that she had "married" him and was having his child they were enraged. Rumors flew about my mother and her unborn child. Nine months later I was born, and what came from my mother left the midwives speechless. I wasn't born looking human. I had black eyes and teal skin, and had a reptilian appearance.
Growing up you can see how this was a problem. The people talked about me and my mother like we didn't have feelings. Many times I was beat up by the village kids, tormented by adults and had to suffer through a living hell. When I was about 12, I was sexually assaulted by a drunk, there my powers became active but you have to keep in mind shapeshifting didn't neccessarily help me out in that situation. I soon went home bleeding and scarred, I made a vow to never be weak again. I trained hard, learning different fighting styles, pressure points and even learning about poisons. Soon I was not only lethal mentally but physically as well, combined with my abilites, I was able to gain money for me and my mother to have a comfortable life.
I got a little older and America was said to be a place of great opportunity....let's hope so.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:01 pm
Chapter 1: The 1300's
The ground was slippery...the roads slick with rain water from the gutters and the runouts. New York was dark today. No one as far as the eye could see wore a smile. Not even the children who laced the streets with the tapping of their feet. Not even the adults who looked down from building windows wondering when a change would come. There was something strange about this part of New York. It was rarely sunny anymore. Nights echoed with the lamentations of wives being ravaged by their drunken husbands and the cries of hungry children. There wasn't hope for this part of town. Never was and never will be.
A lone teenager strolled along the dingy sidewalks with his head held low. His pale face was covered by moth eaten apple jack hat. His hair also contributed to hiding his visage. Only when people got too close to him did he bother to look up. His light violet eyes met with the soulless stares of others. He looked away instantly. About two blocks away was a building he had investigated about a week ago. The thief that was taking away his night job had struck again. Theives don't need competition. Not now anyway. Before he could continue, he needed coffee. Strong coffee. He tapped his right pocket and it jingled a metallic dissonant jingle. He hadn't been pickpocketed yet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:21 pm
A young woman with short black hair could be seen on the dark streets of New York. It had a faint glow on the street due to the candlelit street lights but it was enough to see. She soon took out a diamond encrusted item out. She had just stolen it and this week was great week. She had to maintain the lifestyle she provided for her mother and herself. She then put the item away as she continued to walk the faintly lit streets of New York City.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:40 pm
Finally stopping in front of a restaurant, the boy looked at the menu and inspected it carefully. In his pocket was a little less than two dollars. Only three things on the menu was within his range. To his left was a man and woman walking towards him. Strangely, although he couldn't see any money on them, he knew they had it. Not that the fur coats, watches or shoes gave it away. As the walked past him, the teen slipped his hand into the thick pocket of the gentlemen's fur coat with withdrew enough to afford anything on the menu. The cashier hadn't noticed a thing. He was too busy cleaning cups.
"Excuse me sir." The boy spoke lowly. The cashier looked at the street urchin and stared him up and down. His level of poverty didn't matter when the boy showed him the money he had just taken. "I'd like a tall cup of your strongest coffee please. Quickly. I have a job to get back to."
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:44 pm
The rain began to pick up as the young girl saw a restaurant come into view. She began to pick up her pace until she reached the front of the restaurant as she opened the large oak door and walked in. It was warm and smelled of coffee and moist wood. She then approached the counter a young man was in front of her ordering a coffee. She had heard what he had said and thought about two things. One stay to herself or two engage him in some kind of conversation since tonight had been such a good night for her. "You might want to slow down" she said to him with a light laugh and placed her order for a pastry and coffee as well. The water beads streaming from her face and her hair.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:58 pm
The teen sleuth took a seat not too far from the cashier to make sure nothing funny was done to his much needed coffee. The man was nice enough to give him cream for free. Must've been because of his age. His concentration was detatched from the cashier though when a woman's voice crossed his ears. He turned his eyes to her. From her angle, she could only see his mouth and the top of his darkened hat. Of course, he could only see up to her chin because of that. His reaction to her was slow. He could either ignore her like he's done the last six people, or engage her idle stranger conversation. "Slow down?" The teen asked after apparently deciding to shoot the breeze. "Not all of us get the luxury of relaxation miss. Once I get my coffee, I'm gone."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:05 am
Miss?!?!? How old did he think she was. When he spoke she could tell that he was a distant soul...kind of like her. She said nothing at first as she received her pastry and took a bite into it. She looked at him and smiled faintly. "Slowing down doesn't necessarily mean relaxation....when you slow down you have time to pay attention to detail" she said taking out the few dollars that the teen had taken earlier. "Normally I don't do things like that" she said referring to stealing his cash. "Like I said...you should really slow down...you were too busy focused on your coffee you didn't notice me steal this right from under you" she said as her coffee arrived and she took a sip. It had a hint of honey in it and she loved it. She was now awaiting the reaction of the young man.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:36 am
The dark haired teen looked at the money that sat in the girl's hand with a bit of remorse. It wasn't his and it deserved to be taken away from him. His lips contorted into a weak scowl as her "matter of facts" hit him one by one. He didn't want to admit that she was right, but now wasn't the time to question morals and philosophies. His eyes lifted somewhat when the smell of honey wafted beneath his nose. If he weren't so tired, he'd simply take her coffee and run. Sadly, he was tired and felt only like sitting. When his coffee arrived, he decided to reply. "Heh. Coffee is only one of my concerns right now. You can keep all of that by the way." Although the girl before him probablly wasn't as impovershed as him, he still felt the need to let the green paper go. "I'll slow down after I get done with this here investigation. See that building over there? Something was stolen from it. Something valuable. Something I wanted." After taking another sip of his coffee, he sighed a warm sigh against the cold air. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you telling me this stuff? Are you another one of the people trying to kill me? If so, can we fight later or somewhere else at least?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 12:44 am
The young woman looked at him, his actions, his "ticks" everything paying close attention to detail. She pushed the money towards him in a manner of saying she would not take no for an answer. "it's your you stole it" she said with a subtle tone. Looking at him and over towards the building. "Hmmm....you don't say" she said to him. "So I'm assuming you are a thief" she said as she took another sip of her coffee. "You know I hate that term...sounds so....derrogatory" she said and looked back at the building. "Rest assured if I was after you to kill you....you'd be dead" she said in a dry tone. She then took out the item. "Oh are you talking about this" she said with a coy smile. She had one up on the boy and in a way she was prideful. "What can I say....slow down" she replied putting it away and taking another sip of coffee.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:01 am
"Oh. Thank you ma'am." The teen took the money beneath his hand and slid it into the denim confines of his left pocket. After taking another sip of coffee, leaving his cup half empty now, the dark haired teen replied, "I am a theif. I accept that title no matter how derrogatory it is." After pulling from her person the item in question, the boy's eyes somewhat sparkled. Anything with jewels nowadays would bring in a pretty penny or at least enough to feed his family for one more month. He returned her somewhat boastful grin with a nod. "Well, well now. That is indeed what I've been looking for you know? If I can return that, the police department of this trash city will pay me quite alot. Quite alot." The teen emphasized his meaning with an even more tired, lethargic and monotone voice. "If you don't mind miss, may I ask your name?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:12 am
The young woman looked at him with a smile and shook her head. He was so nieve....it was sad really. She looked up at him. "You think small" she said. "You can get rewarded for that true...but not nearly as much as you think" she said. "I can tell you're not from America...neither am I" she said. "The way I've been able to maintain a decent life for myself is to work with people who want things. "This thing I have here will guarantee me at least 5,000" she said to him. ((being that would be a lot of money in that time anyways)). "So my answer is no...and to slow down" she said, repeating herself once more. When he asked her of her name she looked at him. "Friends call me Paine" she said simply. "But my name is Felicia...the name my mother gave me anyways" she said to him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:26 am
"You women and your relaxation. I don't think small, I think now." The cup of coffee was empty by this point. A nearby waiter made his way to the cup and took it from the table leaving only a container of napkins. "Like I said before, I have a family to feed. My brother as pulling his end and so is my father and mother. Five thousand dollars is more than enough...Felicia. We do like to budget." The last thing he wanted to do was to fight a girl over a diamond encrusted piece of jewelry especially if there were more around. That, and he didn't feel the need for effort at the moment. "Rather than fighting those nice stones out of your possession, I'm going to ask that you come with me to that building. I have a meeting there. Maybe, just maybe we can help each other out here." Rising from the chair, the young man stretched and his bones cried out with false age. "My name is Che by the way. Would you like to accompany me to this thing or not? I have some not slowing down to do."
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:33 am
Felicia looked at Che and smirked. She could use a little more....excitement. She tipped the waiter and looked back at him. "You caught me on a slow night, so why not" she asked. She would tag along and see his methods of doing things....if at anytime they or rather he ******** up she would simply escape. She exited the building with him and struck up another topic. "So you would have fought me?" she asked with a smile. "Many have tried but only a few have beat me. Anyways what do you specialize in kid?" she asked trying to get feel for what kind of thief he was.
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Posted: Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:54 am
Che looked back at the waiter who seemed to be overjoyed at the little bit of money Felicia left him. He wanted to grin, but something prevented him from doing so. Maybe it was the atmosphere. Maybe his hollowed cheekbones couldn't handle the stress of smirking. When Felicia spoke to him, he nodded as he erased the thought of actually fighting her. "No." He replied with a stone face. "I'd rather not fight in the rain you know? It's slippery. If I'm going to fight, I don't want to trip into a knee." A clear excuse. Only his family and a few baffled cops knew what he could do while dry. If it has to be by his life, it'll remain that way. He found himself glancing at her from time to time staring longer each time. Her dark clothes, which were somewhat wet thanks to the rain, gave way to her more than healthy figure. From her hourglass shape alone, he could tell that she was sinewy enough to be a good thief and judging from her mannerisms, it was safe to assume that she'd used her looks in the past to acheive many a goals. "I specialize in working at night. Vents, cars, buildings...if there is a way in, I find it." The door of the building was now on the horizon and only got closer as they approached it. "Four hours from now, I have a job to do. If I see you where I'm going later, I'm going to be forced to fight you then."
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