Kenny Through the Timelines Colors

A/N: I've decided to study my character designs and write out all the colors necessary to create them. I may make this into a short series since I actually had a lot of fun thinking about this and writing them out, later on I'll find both the number and names for all of my colors and list them properly below. Also. When I draw I use Prisma Color Brush Tip Markers. Since they are alcohol based they can mix together like paints can so some colors are mixed together to make a hair color, eye color, or skin tone. I will also make a list of common skin tones, unusual hair colors, and eyes colors I mix to make at a later date. I hope this helps people understand my process more!. I will also be posting this color lists to dA when I am finished with all of them~!

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Kenneth Stryker's Colors:

Processed Red

#15

brick bridge

light peach

black (gloves and shoes)

#14

cloud blue for his pants

some chocolatey brown

and all the cool grays for his shadow flames

Kenneth "Vincent":

#14

brick beige

light peach

egg shell (hair)

crème (hair)

true green

apple green

dark green

cool gray 10%

cool gray 30%

cloud blue (jean shorts)

Yellows for sunlight powers

Kenneth Frost:

#14 (eyes and hair during day, just eyes at night)

All grays by night

Black

Warm gray for clothes during day

brick beige

egg shell

light peach

Kendra Stryker: 

Tuscan Red

#14

brick beige

light peach

cool gray 10%

cool gray 50% 

cool gray 70%

black

Wresie Writes...

Goodness, writing every day is hard. It's harder than I ever imagined. But even if its actual little blurbs like a blog should have on them like this or anything else I've posted in the past I'm gonna try to stick to my schedule. I don't have time to write anything else besides this right now. But thank you to anyone who actually reads my blog. It means a lot to me.

Anyways have a great day guys.

xoxo, Wresie Starr

Advice from Wresie #1

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THINGS TO DO TO WRITE BETTER

1. Write More
2. Write Every Month
3. Write Every Week
4. Write Every Day
5. Write When You Are Alone
6. Write When You Are In A Crowd
7. Read Your Favorite Book
8. Read A New Book
9. Read What You Write
10. Write More Than More
11. Never Say "this sucks" And Then Throw Out What You Wrote
12. Save What You Write
13. Write Because You Want To
14. Write On Days You'd Rather Sleep
15. Write On Days You'd Rather Binge Netflix
16. Write About What You Eat
17. Write About What You See
18. Write About What You Hear
19. Write About What You Smell
20. Write About What You Touch
21. Write About What You Feel
22. Write Nonsense
23. And Just Keep Writing

These are things I do when I'm stuck.
These are things people have told me to try.
These have helped me as long as I've had the time to write.
And continue to write I shall...

Even if its literally only one word at a time.
Something is always better than nothing after all!

NaNo Prep 2016 #3

A/N: This glossary is incomplete and is just part of my notes...

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GLOSSARY

Life-Giver: Father, a respect filled term for a Dad

Giver: Dad, a relaxed respectful term for Dad

Geba: Daddy, a childish term for Dad

Life-Bearer: Mother, a respect filled term for a Mom

Bearer: Mom, a relaxed respectful term for a Mom

Beba: Mommy, a childish term for Mom

(Male) Giver: True Male

(Female) Giver: “Unable to give birth” - unless  outside stimuli are induced, Male

(Male) Bearer: Rarely able impregnate a female bearer/human, Female

(Female) Bearer: True Female

(My) Giver: Lover, Husband

(My) Bearer: Lover, Wife

(My) Mate: Partner, Lover, Life-Partner

(To) Claim/Claiming: The act of completing the mate bond beyond marking, the act of sex

(To) Mark/Marking: The act of sealing the bond and preventing anyone else from taking your mate for themselves

Contesting a Claim: The act of forcefully fighting both physically and spiritually for a giver against their found bearer

Challenging a Claim: The act of forcefully fighting both physically and spiritually for a bearer against their found giver

Dramabearer: Drama Queen/King

The Goddesses: There are two main Goddesses for the universe. The Goddess of Creation and Imagination as well as the Goddess of Destruction and Logic

Shana: The Goddess of Creation and Imagination

Privy: The Goddess of Destruction and Logic

(Mind) Meld: The act of conjoining thoughts with another and speaking to the truest form of one another – involves at least one Automynth

Eera: The language of touch and telepathy that the Mer use.

Galus: The language that uses wings to communicate, there are two dialects – Faerie and Demon although Demon's also add in other body language as well (Demons' mostly use this for “hunting” parties).

Griff: The Draconi tongue, this is spoken mostly through growls and scraping of claws although roars are also important.

Syne: The “servant” language that Automynth had developed  in past years before being fully recognized as their own species. Its rarely used now a days, but still pops up from time to time.

(Soul) Mate Bond: Before even birth your spirit is tied to another's by the Goddesses who have blessed this “magical” adaptation from its creation and use it to further aid the creatures of their Galaxy. With this bond you will find the person meant for you and only you, only a giver and a bearer can be mated to one another because the Mate Bond was created to keep the dying species alive.

(Forced) Mate Bond: The bond stolen from another and forced upon the other party

Mync: The act of breaking a Bond be it through unconventional means, challenging, or contesting. This can also be used to described a forced bond aka a Mync Bond

Magic: Energy bending, plain and simple

Shakla: A cluster of Dracori scales, most often from several different Dracori

Shakla Dias: Jewelry made from Shakla, often in sets and even woven into clothing

NaNoWriMo 2016 Prep #2

A/N: This is part of the universe I've been drawing for. Well. less so part of it and more so the fuller version of it. Over the next couple of days I'll post the planets, the species in a whole with their information (well, that I took notes on), and an incomplete glossary. I hope you all enjoy this...

A/N 2: These are my basic notes so some pieces are missing, grammar is horrible, and spelling is bad!


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THE SPECIES

Magi are Energy manipulators which is why they are telekinetic, Dracori scales are condensed energy and can change their size at will – the Dracori not the scales, although they shift in size too. Magis are the ones who made he mate bond through the collaboration of a handful of Magis and Dracori in order to save the species.

Nagi are split into two subspecies = constrictors – larger and chiller/easier to get along with
                                                      = venomous – smaller skittish/shier around people
The Nagi are usually ranchers on the the resort planet where the constrictors hail from and work along side the Seraphene they live with. While the Nagi who inhabit other planets are usually venomous and tend to shy away from people.

Reyli are nomadic a crossed the whole galaxy and have spirit animals/forms, most common is that of the bird since they all are pretty free spirited creatures.

Demons are omnivores, but more often eat plant life. They have horns and/or claws used to help dig up and escape hostile plants. They are feared for their appearances and their temperaments due to the cruel jungle based world they live on. They have a symbiotic relationship with the Florians. The Demons often live in tribes or small villages, all are governed by the Lords and King of the land.

Florians are humanoid plant creatures, they work with demons to help them find food and sort through poisonous plant life. In exchange the Florians take over the harvested parts of the Rain Forest/Jungle and are protected from the huge insect life on the planet which the demons also feed off of – the demons also take care of herbivores who would prefer to feed on the plant creatures. The Florians were the basis for the mate bond's gender bending ability due to the fact they, like plants, are herms.

Shavaarifts are shape shifters who rely on their animal forms' instincts to survive, they typically shape shift into the same type/size/personality of animal every time which help leads to their own growth much a kin to how the Reyli grow from their spirit animals/forms.

Vampire and Incubi/Succubi are cousin species, both evolving from the same family but branching off to survive off of two separate forms of food. The Incubi/Succubi feed off of endorphin which means they don't need to have sex with someone, turning them on or making them extremely happy would suffice. While Vampires feed off of blood they, unlike their hormonal bases cousins, don't emit pheromones instead they have aphrodisiac sacks as they are somewhat “venomous” which causes their prey to both feel pleasure and the possibility of addicting them so they will continue to allow them to feed off of them. Both species specialize in attraction and depend on others to survive, Incubi/Succubi feed more often than Vampires who can go up to two weeks with out eating blood. Both can eat more solid foods but they can't survive solely off of anything else besides their prefer diets.

Dracori are mainly meat eaters – especially when they are younger – although they can survive on only plant life. For the most part though they can go a long time with out eating once they're full grown since they tend to move very little. It's rare to see a full-blooded Dracori anymore since they mostly have moved off planet upon the first arrival of outside species [the Metrian – or so claimed since the Reyli have been traveling long before] and mated with many of the other species. They store energy in their scales which is used to help the Magi with their energy bending. Any full blooded dragon that exists on their home planet is much smaller than any half-breed or full blood on other planets due to the lack of food and the need to adapt to the world around them.

Felidae are cat shape shifters that are more often of the Pantherinae rather than the Felinae type of the cat-like species on Earth. They are born in their beast forms and tend to only shift into their humanoid forms after a few weeks to months, sometimes this takes years depending on the cub's needs. They are extremely territorial and possessive, ruled the strongest by instinct, some even saying they are a step back in evolution due to their aggressive natures.

Faeries are small, humanoid creatures with insect wings. They change into smaller forms in order to fly properly and are very quick in that size. In their small, human like form they can have their wings out to help them hover and glide from place to place since they rarely walk anywhere. Faeries survive mostly on fruits and nuts, but they can eat meat when presented to them although it would make them feel a tiny bit sick over it.

Mer are part fish, part people. The extent of their fishiness varies, but they all share two traits with one another: telepathy and an extremely sensitive form of touch with even the smallest varying of pressure can mean something different. They live off of fish and sea plants. Governed by four royal families they are some of the most peaceful and separated creatures, only truly interacting with water Dracori who they've come to live together with and share resources with in exchange for protection from larger fish and other water dwelling creatures.

Mire are slime creatures, relying on the water sources found below the surface of their other wise desert like planet. They live in deep caves and can survive the harsh, acidic weather that comes from living in a planet that is so hot. Most of them look green or yellow due to their acidic absorption, which they have neutralized. They are smart enough to know where to find and use bases to neutralize the acid from their clouds and protect metals found in the ground that they use to make small ships for them to travel on. Although, due to their planet's state of being, all other species think they're at fault for their home world and wish to do others harm.

Metrian are humanoid creatures with extremely powerful minds, being the one of the smartest and fastest to adapt to their surroundings makes them a step above their Earthling relatives. They have the capabilities to imagine and create what they imagine ie. The AI, the Automynth, and space flight [which may have been based on cruder versions made by the Reyli, but no one is keeping count]. This species is rather diverse and, although they often times have to purify their water due to pollution and over population of their larger cities, they also have the second largest count of females in the universe next to Humans.

Seraphene are emphatic humanoid creatures who are peaceful and survive off plant life and get their proteins from nuts and beans. They love to take care of people and have turned their home world into a resort. Some of the Seraphene run the resorts while others run farms and work with the Nagi to run their ranches as well.

Automynth were designed to be used as “breeding tools” back before the mate bond and back when many of the species were beginning to die out. They were essentially sex/breeding bots and were used as such.  After the Mate Bond was created they gained souls and evolved on their own to become the bio-synthetic and loving creatures we know today. They have complex brains that reflect the Metrian and telepathic abilities that are affectionately known as Mind Melding. An Automynth can only properly Mind Meld with another Automynth because its takes great trust to let another in other wise since its a conversation with and a viewing of your truest self. Typically Automynth are born bearers since that was their original purpose to bear children.

Humans are decadents of stranded Metrian on Earth and the primitive Earthlings causing the sudden jump and seemingly missing link in our development. With this said the stranded Metrian were thrown back almost eons and had to teach and grow along side the species found there. With that said all Humans are somewhat part alien due to this intermingling of genes, this is also why the Humans are so creative and adaptable like their more advanced cousins the Metrian.

Spynra are half-spider, half-humoid creatures. They have the top half human and spider lower half, although they are terrifying to many some will comment that these creatures are beautiful. A new species to join the group of sentient species in the past three thousand years and are another form of seductive creature who doesn't have to answer to the tug and pull of the mate bond since they weren't around when it was created. Unlike the other species they're feral and have a hard time coming a crossed as anything other than a vicious animal despite their abilities to communicate through many tongues and having brains that work on similar levels as the Shavaarifts.

NaNoWriMo Prep 2016 #1

A/N: This is part of the universe I've been drawing for. Well. less so part of it and more so the fuller version of it. Over the next few days I'll post the planets, the species in a whole with their information (well, that I took notes on), and an incomplete glossary. I hope you all enjoy this...

A/N 2: These are my basic notes so some pieces are missing, grammar is horrible, and spelling is bad!.

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THE PLANETS

Metrostria is the industrial planet, filled with dense cities and the most technologically advanced planet. Its the home planet of the Metrian and the Automynth. It has a large source of fresh water scattered about although its mostly polluted and needs to be purified which takes some time so the Metrian can survive a little longer than Humans can with out water – roughly a week. This place is full of cities that never stop, even the night time is full of light even if its just artificial light. Metrostria is a democracy, but answers to the Inter-Galactic Union which runs and funds Fleet like all planets since Fleet also works as the police force as well as the Galactic army.
- This is the place where most ships are built and most people come for technological problems or tune ups. Many businesses come here to form and grow since the population is so large in comparison to other planets.

Sene is the resort planet, all forms of life come for a visit while they can. This tropical planet has seaside beaches as well as a vast and a lush Rain Forest with some Jungle like habitats. There are some cultivated places where the land has been tilled to make farms and ranches. The Seraphene were the first species to reside on Sene and long ago was at war with the Nagi that had come to share the planet with them, but it has long since been the time of war and the two species now live in an easy peace.

Sanacid is the main desert planet, covered on the surface with burning sand that barely protects the thick layer of rocks below from the acidic rainfall. The slime like Mire exist here and live in a network of caves that mostly can only be entered by the liquid like bodies of the Mire. In these caves are reserves of water that the Mire survive off of along with some interesting ground bases that the Mire use to help them with their acidic weathering from above.
- Sanacid also plays host to a group that's soul goal is destroy the Mate Bond and allow everyone to be able to mate with whomever. Their goal itself isn't malevolent, but how they go about achieving their goal is. They are known for kidnapping, experimenting, and brainwashing children and adults alike.

Magisene is the planet that reminds us Earthlings of fantasy. Its almost fifty-fifty for land mass verses water mass, and filled all over with Kingdoms. Magi, Mer, Dracori, and Faeries hail from here and each look like and represent a fantasy creature or two. Magi are both Wizards/Witches and Elves. Mer are Merfolk. Dracori are dragons and are mainly three types – Fire, Water, and Air – although others do exist. Finally the Faeries are what they sound like – Fairies. The planet mostly survives off of fish and fruits found in its forests and some birds from its cliffs and mountain sides.
- Magisene has the largest market and black market on it. Lots of people come here for simple and quick trades, but don't often stay despite its beauty.

Solarres is, ironically, a planet that is seemingly pitch black all the time. What started as a dense rain forest then became a jungle before reforming to be a rain forest again is home to some of the nastiest plant life and scariest looking creatures such as Incubi/Succubi, Vampires, Shavaarifts, Florians, and Demons. Pretty much everything tries to eat everything in this constant battle for energy since the sun is so hard to get nutrients from due to the high up canopy. This is also where the Reyli originate from, although they seem to pop up on every planet now a days. Solarres is governed and run by the Demon hierarchy, with a handful of Lords to help advise their King and Queen. This Hierarchy still answers to the IGU but prefers to police its own people with out the interference of Fleet.
         -Despite the heavy hand of its leaders Solarres does have its occasional person (or group) who likes to test and bend rules so kidnappings and the equivalent of gladiator/dog fights/slavery does tend to happen. The species that seems to be enslaved the most often are the Incubi/Succubi, although they don't seem to mind so much as long as they are well fed.
          -Solarres also has a new sentient species known as the Spynra

Felis aka the planet of the cat people. Its has many climates much like Earth does and is the only other planet to also have a desert upon it that doesn't consume it. Both Nagi, not originally native, and the Felidae, also not originally native, are the ruling species. The Felidae have a king that runs the planet and answers only to IGU and Fleet.

Armadia is the home base of Fleet and is the home to the Kingdom of Knights who help police and govern the rest of the worlds through their code and understanding of others. To join Fleet is to pledge an allegiance to Armadia and her ruler. At the heart of Armadia is her king and representatives from all planets and their ruling parties, although the king rules Armadia the king and his counsel have control over Fleet. Armadia is mostly a mountain and valley planet, although a couple of the mountains are dormant volcanoes.
           -Fleet does have its own problems like any huge organization, it has branches that are doing their own experiments in order to create stronger and better and more efficient soldiers... Although that doesn't mean the top brass know about everything that's going on.

Earth is the home planet of the Humans and is the one that most aliens consider the backwater or most hostile planet due to its lack of understanding and acceptance to the rest of the universes Mate Bond and Genders/Sexes. Despite this fact it is constantly in a state of war and rarely is at peace all over, it seems like the Humans are blood thirsty and barbaric, but that's just the nature of wanting to control and own things. Earth has the most diverse climates and holds the most diversity among its species.
         -Humans are the only species to not know about aliens or space travel. Its an unspoken rule that Humans are far too immature and aggressive of creatures, since they are only matched by the Felidae for aggression, according to most other species and are best kept in the dark as a result. With this said they are far behind on technology as well as a universal understanding.

Quick Drabble Thingy Thing:

A/N: This is a quick writing challenge, yay <3

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Anything Cliche

He didn't like walks on the beach.

He didn't like flowers nor chocolate nor candy hearts on valentines day.

He didn't like whispering "I Love You"s into the night.

He didn't like romantic dinners nor starry picnics nor cars getting stuck in ally ways.

He didn't like dreamy brown eyes or soul stealing blue ones.

He didn't like brunettes nor blondes nor red heads.

No. He didn't even like singing happy birthday on his birthday.

Anything that one could consider cliche or too common or something way too mainstream and he didn't like it. But mostly he just hated anything cliche. At least. He has since SHE left his life.

SHE had been his world, his light, his life. Where he ended SHE had begun. They seemed to be perfect for one another, both young and willing to marry. That was until the rainy night it happened.

They had one of their few arguments, she had started to storm off in tears. He had called after her and she turned and had screamed at him. This is not where the cliche, where the obvious paths ended. No. Next came the head lights, him screaming and running for her, her turning seeing all too late the car.

The sound of her life being slammed from her. The panic of the driver who kept apologizing and saying they tried to stop they really did. Her body limp in his arms.

No.

Since her he doesn't have anything to do with cliches. Instead he's living life as far from it as possible. Which, sadly, for him may never come. You see, even with her gone his life is just one big hurricane of cliches.

And that is the biggest one of all...

Lookie Its A Drabble!:

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Pinky Promise

Thump. Thump.

His heart pounds in his chest. Yet another near miss during an argument. They said the mate bond was perfect, you're paired with your perfect partner. They said you temper each other, that you make each other better while still loving all the flaws.

He's not so sure about that.

He and his mate fight all the time. About the temperature in the apartment, about living lights on, about the length and heat of showers, about what kind of food they should be buying, over what TV shows they should watch. They fight while they are together. They fight when they aren't. They even fight when they aren't talking. And no amount of giving on his part seems to be helping. Its like his mate wants him to be mad at them for some reason.

And as the giver in the relationship he feels like he's more than crossed several lines, but his mate keeps pushing. Its to the point now that the only way he gets any piece is when he takes himself to the couch and leaves his mate to fume in their room. The next morning things seem to settle a little until something is said or done or...

He shakes his head and walks into the bathroom, deciding that the fights will continue regardless so he he's going to take a hot shower before bed. Of course he trips over where his mate had left his clothes on the floor as he steps back to take off his shirt and just turned on the water. Crashing back he swears under his breath, he had knocked over the waste basket. Shoving things back in he pauses when he sees a little pink, plastic strip. It clearly has a “pregnant” written a crossed it.

Suddenly he gets what's wrong. He shoves the test into the basket, rights it, gets up and turns off the shower. Correcting his shirts position and quickly washing his hands he sighs to himself, “So it is my fault.” He had talked with his mate only one month prior about kids and he had claimed them to be annoying and unneeded. Of course his little bearer wanted children, what bearer didn't?

He goes to the bedroom door and knocks lightly, “Hey, Hon. Can I come in?”

“g-Go away,” His bearer's voice is shaking and they sound like they're sniffling. “I don't... I don't wanna see your face!”

He winces at that, running fingers through his long and curly hair. “Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know back then what I was saying... I... I... I saw the test, Hale.” The sniffling stops a moment before a small “oh” floats through the door and then its being opened. Seeing his little bearer all puffy eyed and tear streaked he just sigh and lifts them into his arms. Cradling his small bearer he kisses the top of their head and carries them back to them bed where he curls up around them. “I am so sorry, Honey. I didn't know.”

His bearer nods and just buries their face into his shirt. Smiling gently he pats their back and then pets their hair, “But, its okay... We'll be great parents.”

“Promise?” The tiny voice asks softly and he nods.

“I promise...”

His bearer looks up at with a serious expression, one of those 'no pulling my leg or I'll eat you' looks. The same one that he always has to hold back the need to chuckle at since his mate is always super cute when they do that. Finally his mate speaks again, “Pinky promise?” The little bearer holds up their small hand with their pinky stuck out.

Now he does chuckle at how cute that was. But he links pinks and leans down to touch noses, “Pinky promise, my love...” The two curl into each other for warmth, the giver wraps his big and fluffy wings around his mate. “Now. Lets get some sleep, mmkay?”

“oh...okay...”

And the two snuggle for a bit more before their breathing evens out. Then they are asleep. It seems the two were meant for one another after all.

Drabble: Look Alike

A/N: This started off as a writing prompt I found online. But then everything changed as I wrote the second paragraph and I found myself pausing. I had no idea why a look alike would be hunting me down until I wrote how she was dressed. Then I knew exactly who she was. I had named the different versions of my dream self and they all had distinct fashions while playing, well, me. And it was odd to me that a fragment of my subconscious came to scold me. It was almost three weeks too late for them because I'm doing what I want to now. I'm drawing daily, I writing daily, I'm engaging with people the best I can. I love my life, well, it's a lot hectic right now, when I get home today I need to spend some time coloring and I hope it doesn't take me too long because I'm going to need to go to bed by nine pm tonight. -sigh- Regardless of needing to wake up at four am in the morning tomorrow I plan on coming home after my shift and immediately work on next week's stuff since I will only have tomorrow and Sunday it seems. So I will be sketching, drawing, and inking all on Saturday along with writing a new piece for Sundays. Then on Sunday I will be coloring and writing pieces for Monday-Saturday. With that said I know what I'm doing in life, day to day, and I didn't need this talk that was given to me. But I am grateful for it none the less, it makes me realize I am contented with my life at the moment. I like never having time to myself that isn't filled by something. I hope you all enjoy reading this none the less...

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LOOK ALIKE 

“YOU!”

An angry shout echoes a crossed the town square, I've learned from a young age to not pry into other people's business so I lower my head over my coffee and hot sandwich. After a moment of mumbling the people around me stir more. Some shuffling and turning in their seats.

“DON'T IGNORE ME!” The screaming bounces closer, hotter, and almost sounds familiar. After a moment murmurs turns into a low roar as people's tables scrape away from mine. Sighing I finally look up to see a milk chocolate brown girl with almond-shaped brown eyes and her long straightened hair flowing behind her I frown.

Who on earth?

Her fashion sense is pretty close to normal with a knee length and flowing pink, orange, and green tie dye almost flower like dress. Over her dress is a jean jacket to cover her arms down to her elbows, she's probably wearing it in order to block some of this autumn chill.

“ITS ABOUT TIME YOU LOOKED YOU HALF DROWNED MONKEY!”

Raising a brow I look left and right, but no one else is giving the screaming person the time of day. Probably all either posting about it online or debating calling the police but isn't going to because they think someone else already has. Finally, the woman gets to me, smacks her hands down on my small wire table top making is wiggle a little.

Sighing I give her my full attention.

“Do you even known what you're doing here, huh?”

You know lady, screaming at me and then questioning what I'm doing here isn't helping anything. To be honest she looks a lot like me, well. I take that back. She looks a lot like how the me in my head looks. I'm far from that pretty or radiant or confident. I would never wear a dress without leggings, especially if I was planning on storming a crossed a town square.

I spit my coffee and then wave my hand at the seat a crossed from me. After a moment she sits, her dark hair isn't straight now that I look at it, its has some relaxed curls in it. Less of a frizzy mess and more of a controlled and beautiful form. Smiling to myself I remember those moments when I was that pretty, her hair has blue and green and blond in it, the signs of a fading (although after a couple of weeks at least) of blue highlights.

My smile widens.

She's far braver than I ever could be.

Finally, she sighs, through her nose, in annoyance and disgust. I know this sound well, it's much different from my thoughtful sighs or my bored ones or my body just wants something to do or I forgot to breathe while writing. Her brown eyes stare into mine and suddenly I realize that I'm looking over my lopsided glasses and she has none. Could she have contacts in? What is she exactly? Why does she look like me? Only cooler?

“Look, um, let's say Wresie,” She huffs slightly as if annoyed by my choice in pen name. “I'm, well, you called me Darkwater prior.” Sipping my coffee I nod, this makes sense. She looks just like how I imagined an adult version of my dream-self to look. Weird...

She waits to see if I'm going to say anything but sighs again when I don't. Apparently, I'm really annoying. “Look. You haven't been doing anything the way it's meant to be! Look at yourself! A frizz ball dressed in a hoodie, yoga pants, and muddy tennis shoes! You don't look like you care about yourself, you don't act like you do, and, to be honest, its scaring us.”

I frown now, “Us?” It's the first word I've spoken since ordering my food, no reason to bother the people around me. “Are there more of you?”

Darkwater sighs again, this one was sadder than before, “Plenty. Versions of yourself AND your characters included. Although they don't feel neglected they feel you are. And if you're neglected then someday they won't have a person anymore! And we're scared for you! Are you okay...?” After a long pause in which I glare this person she sighs and runs fingers through her hair in frustration. “Right. I'm talking to me. I would've decked someone for that... Um... Just, I dunno, try to think about yourself a bit?”

I sigh, this time, finish my coffee and hold it into the air, “May I get a refill, please?” And then set it back down. It was the only way I got noticed by waiters and waitresses anymore unless I literally dragged them from other tables while they were talking. And that's rude... I only did it once and I was on my period so it's justified. Then I shake my head to Darkwater. “I wish I could. The world could care less about someone like me. I'll never make it anywhere. I'm not the super hero you are, I'm not the star coordinator like Namine, I'm not the real life angel like Fallyn, I'm not the super servant like Vi, I'm not super smart like Shion, I'm not fabulous like Irene, I'm not powerful like Joshua, and I'm not loved like Devion! What does it matter, anyways? I work whatever job I can, try to make ends meet, and do my best to keep my complaints to myself. I. Don't. Matter. In. THE GRAND SCHEME...! OF ANYTHING!!”

Darkwater frowns at me.

“Not if you don't try.”

“Oh. My. GAWD! Not this crap again...!” I lean in towards her. “Look. The world is full of shakers and movers, I'm not able to scream loud enough to make anyone hear me or look at me. I can't change anything... EVER. So don't even think of telling me I can. All I can do is write and draw and then serve others. That's it, that's all it ever will be, working for someone else and never working for my own happiness...!”

“Then make the best of it, Wresie... Please...? Do something. Anything... We're worried...”

I sigh. “I'm not dying from hunger or lack of water or depression okay? You can be assured of these things. I have made my promises. Now. Do you want half of my french dip?” She blinks at me and then starts to crack up. After a moment of light giggles she shakes her head.

“No thank you, but the offer was nice... Oh man. Only you would offer your food to someone you were just yelling at,” She reaches out and places a hand on my shoulder. “I know you're going to hate this next line, but listen to me... I'm glad you're still you. I love you and I care about you. Don't forget that.” After a moment I nod to her. She stands, “Later, Wres.” And she walks off as a waiter comes to my table and fills my cup.

“My apologies on the wait, Ma'am.”

I look at him before smiling, “Hold on a moment.” He is confused as I reach into my purse and pull out a couple wadded up dollar bills. “I want to make sure you get your tip. Sometimes I stay until the shift change because I'm writing. Here, it isn't much, but it's all the cash I have.”

“Thank you, Ma'am.”

“You're welcome... Oh! And pay the kindness forward...!” I finish my food and coffee in a couple bites. As I go off I hum to myself. I bet the waiter hasn't noticed yet I gave him two tens. And with that I skip off, my meal had been paid for prior and coffee refills were free.

So.

Maybe Darkwater is right, I worry too much about what's going on inside my head. But that doesn't mean that I can let myself drown in it. I need to come out and be myself, not the fake me that the world has molded.

And I'm off to do more of my day in this small town I'm visiting. It's good to change your viewpoint every now and again, so I did. This trip was to clear my head... I guess the people in my head, my characters, thought it was a good idea to do to. I hope we can all be happy in the end...

We'll see...

We will see.

Another Quick Drabble!:

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A sigh echoes around the semi-dark room, shadows flutter to land on the boy with rainbow eyes. He lifts his head to gaze at the distant stars, the night sky looking like a ballroom of dancing lights. After a moment he sighs again. His rainbow eyes closing.

“I really did end up alone...”

He had been warned that his decisions could end up shredding the fragments of time and space. He has been told that if he didn't use his power in the correct way he could cause the world to collapse in on itself. If only he had listened.

“...Its all my fault. Everyone... Everyone is... Gone. Forever...”

His heart aches and he can feel tears welling up in his eyes. Rainbows blur and then shed shimmering lights to fill the grayed shadows around him. This is how things end. He pushed too far, did too much. And he screwed up.

The life he knew is over...

And if he hadn't decided to open that book.

If he didn't read that spell.

If he had listened to everyone's warnings...

“... I wouldn't be alone right now...”

Character Comparison #1

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Quincy Irving VS Quintus Nanami

Differences:

Quincy was raised in a military city-state were the only way to make a name for yourself was to get into a high ranking position or die serving your country.

Quitnus was raise on a planet that treated people with his specific “affinity” (being a bearer) like they were nothing more than housewives and baby makers.

Quincy was the youngest of five siblings, he was very quiet and tended to get ignored due to these factors. His parents did love him, they just neglected him by accident.

Quintus is an only child who was raised by his two parents who seemed to always be in his business. He couldn't get away with anything if he tried and his mother expected him to act how society expected of him rather than encouraging him to follow his dreams of joining Fleet (the inter-galactic army).

Quincy is half demon summoner and half elemental wolf demon. He has power of flames, shadows, and gains a boost on full moon while on the new moon he feels quite lethargic.

Quintus is a mutt, but has enough of his demon roots that he can safely say he's the next in line for both the Kingdom's Throne and is the next Lord To Be for his other grandparents' lands and villages they govern... Although he doesn't want these positions in the slightest.

Quincy joined the army at 11 through his school since the school he joined offered preparatory classes.

Quintus joins Fleet at the age of 18 when he says he's going to go find his mate to his parents and ends up just going through training instead.

Quincy has his heart broken way too many times because he becomes far too attached to his missions.

Quintus has never felt true heart break, but he is extremely wary of people far more than Quincy is despite suffering far less in the love realm.

Quincy falls in love with three people at the same time.

Quintus prefers respect over love, but will accept both equally.

Quincy can analyze a situation and is willing to let others take care of it/him to allow them them to feel better.

Quintus' temper may be long, but hurt someone he cares about and he will make sure you PAY for what you've done...

Similarities:

Quincy and Quintus both struggle with their identities.

Quintus and Quincy both need to feel love and respected before they start having massive character growth.

Both are considered strong leaders despite both being shy.

Both are shy and have a tendency to mess up their words when they try to flirt purposefully.

Both are Bisexual (which I learned from later experimentation with both).

Both have a thing for cooler colors, but adore pushy/bouncy personalities that remind them of an old friend who they have no idea what happened to them.

Love looks best on both.

Quintus and Quincy will do anything for the person they love.

Quincy and Quintus are stupidly protective.

These two both have black hair, red eyes, pale skin, slight fangs, and nails that grow like claws.

Both are heroes in their own rights and both are far too giving and deeply caring.

Conclusion:

These two characters are both very sweet and understanding and loving. Although they may have started as the same person they have evolved to be vastly different. I adore the both of them, but that doesn't mean I won't have fun forcing them into hard positions because every author knows how to properly torture their characters...

Character Short #4

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Quintus Short #2

Wings are smashed into a hard, cold marble wall, a small gasp leaving rosy pink lips, “h-HEY!” Ruby-red eyes are wide with fear as a clawed hand runs through black curls. A powerful heart pounds in the weakly struggling bearer's chest, his pale skin pink and hot. “Stop that! le-LET GO YOU JERK!” But the white haired male in front of him just towers over him with a smirk.

Electricity thunders down the smaller male's spine as the clawed hand brushes down his cheek, a disgusting whimper leaves his lips. The shock wasn't pleasant, far from it, rather it was his defense mechanism kicking in and reminding him to run. The shuddering through his body and sputtering heart telling him to fight, but he can't, he can't seem to get his brain to connect to anything else than his mouth.

“Heh,” Lips are pressed to the tip of his ear before sharp bite to the cartilage. Another shock, more pain. Then the other's voice whispers in his ear, making his head spin. “You said you were going to fill in for the bitch, right? You still sure about that, bearer?” Of course he looks up, red eyes boring into crystallized amber ones.

He manages a smirk, “In a moment I'll be kicking your ass.” Of course this is when the larger male, the giver, leans back. For a short moment confusion is mixing on his face before he just chuckles.

“Aw, cute.” And he lifts his hand for bringing it a crossed the pale boy's face, an almost snapping sound echos down the long hallway they're in, the many windows bleeding in a midday sunlight. The pain stings the bearer's cheek, but he just narrows his eyes. “You think you can fight back? Pathetic. Even your body knows to just give up.” And those cruel lips are on his own, silencing words and his body can't move and his heart is thundering and-

Crack!

The body pinning him to the wall is thrown to the side. The spell holding him still broken as the half Magi, half Dracori stumbles back. Turning his gaze to the side he sees a young man dressed in a modest suit, glaring coal gray eyes, and a ruler in hand, “Jiizen.” The giver's name has the male taking a step back, amber eyes huge in confusion. “That is more than enough.” The proper looking bearer pushes pale blonde bangs from his eyes.

“Uh, s-Sir! We, uh, I was just disciplining this wayward-”

“Shut up!” The giver falls silent and the proper bearer sighs, tapping the ruler to his cold face. “Hmm... Lets see, a proper punishment...? Ah, I know...” He smiles icily. “Jiizen you are hereby relieved of your duties.”

“sa... Sir?”

“I suggest going to pack, you have exactly one hour to leave the school or I will have to call in someone to remove you!”

The giver nods, “Yessir.” And turns to walk off, a dark glare shot the younger bearer's way. The elder bearer sighs once he's gone and turns to the young bearer with an almost emotionless expression.

“You're tardy again, Nanami.”

“Uh, r-right!” The black haired boy nods and goes to run off when his arm is caught. Turning he sees coal colored eyes looking worried. “Watcher, sir?” And then he's released after a few tense breaths.

The blonde male sighs and walks past Nanami, “Quintus was it?” The boy nods. “Good job at protecting your fellow bearer... If Josie hadn't come to me I fear your spirit would of finally been broken, child... I'm taking you to the Nurse... He'll watch over you along with Josie until we're certain Jiizen has left the grounds. Come along now.”

Nodding slowly the younger bearer follows in slight confusion. Watcher Fell hardly ever is kind to the students, let alone someone who is as far from the school's teachings as he is. Yet here he is showing a shred of kindness and compassion. Quintus Nanami was quite impressed to be honest, despite his slightly gaping mouth as he follows behind Watcher Fell still wary of the idea of being whacked himself with the Watcher's trusty ruler.

But the two walk on in silence, neither speaking now that the coast seems clear. As they arrive at the Medical Wing Nanami sees a handful of advanced first years assisting the Nurse, but he's swept in past them to be placed in a back room with only one other person sitting in it on the only available bed. Blue curly hair and green eyes running over with tears, snot pouring from a cutely freckled nose, this is Josie Jemper. Josie is one of Quintus' classmates and the only dorm room member who doesn't act like he's the plague just because he doesn't wish to follow every rule placed before them.

Josie is a gentle child, their soft like although metallic wings ruffle the blankets him when he looks up. Seeing Nanami he leaps to his feet, “You're safe!” And barrels into him, quite unbearer like. But Quintus is like no other bearer in this school. Instead of freaking out or falling over he holds his ground and wraps his arms with care around Josie. Being almost a head taller than the other makes for laying his chin upon their head rather easy. Josie blubbers and rubs snot all over the front of him, the black haired bearer not minding at all. Quintus holds still save for the gentle rubbing of the other's back between his wings, much akin to how his own bearer used to treat him when he was small and before his parents had sent him off to this Goddesses Forsaken place.

“I told you I would be,” Quintus says softly when the blubbering dies down a little. “I don't break my promises, Josie, you know that.” He tilts his head and places his cheek onto the smaller bearer's head, sighing to himself. Many nights he found the blunette up and sniveling in his own, lonely bed having awoken from nightmares. At the time he didn't know what they were about, but looking back now he should of know that someone was abusing Josie, someone was taking advantage of his kindness and gentle heart.

Watcher Fell sighs then and Josie jumps, smacking his head into Quintus' and both whimper a little. Bearers still are the frailer of the two sexes after all. And male bearers even more so than females who have strong immune systems that only fall short of female givers. The two bearers pause. Then they look at one another. Shortly they're giggling. Watcher Fell sighs again before placing his hands onto both of the boy's heads, “Take care of each other... Givers may be strong, but even they can be knocked down a peg or two. But only... If we work together... Posed, purposeful, perfection, but never pretty headed. And never, ever someones bitch. We are prizes to be won only by those who are worthy, not those that blunder and bash their ways through the ranks. We are not prizes for the brainless. We are prizes for the gentle and the kind and the intelligent. Never fall short. Never let the other teachers break the you behind the mask...” And with that he pulls his hands away. “Now I must go speak with the Headmasters... Stay here until I come to get you...”

He heads for the door, modest suit being adjusted as he walks. He stops just outside the door, “And Nanami?”

Quintus looks up, his red eyes wide with worry. “ye-Yessir?” The blond slowly brakes into a smile.

“I expect a full report on my desk by lights out today. Do not leave out any details,” And he sweeps off while Nanami huffs to himself. Josie just smiles and pulls him to the bed where parchment, quill, and ink wait for him. Sighing Quintus starts his report, beginning from the first time he encountered Josie crying and moving forward from there.

This was going to be a long one.

And Quintus Nanami HATES having to use proper calligraphy...

Poems #1

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Societies Innocence

Red, red, red like roses
Our hearts beat like a drum
Bodies set into poses
Whispers saying you're numb

Lost comprehension of lies
As souls cripples things they do
We've turned into what dies
Only they know the how to

Breaking with apprehension
Watch as love and hate mix
This isn't a form of ascension
Over time we learn the tricks

Red, red, red we bleed
Saws and axes aren't toys
No warnings to heed
This is reality's twisted joys

People scream monster, monster
But they don't know who they are
Inside is a monster, monster
Each second raising the blame bar

No one can accept anyone
At some point we “grew up”
No longer do we play, have fun
No we didn't grow up

We rotted inside our hallow cores
We died the moment we tried to speak
Always denied as children the “more”
Its society that turned itself weak

Death, decay, endless sadness
This is the life we live
Its enough to drive anyone to madness
Nothing left in us to give

Fragments of a cracked mirror
We seem like spoiled kids
But its not that, not even near
Its the what the parents wanted rid

We are a powerful foe
If only we felt safe enough to speak
We break each other like pros
Shattering is what we reap

A Character Short #3

Author's Note/WARNING: This is meant to only be a glance into at character's perspective, not meant to be an extended scene. This scene is meant to build a relationship, though brief, between character and reader. Also please note that as the Author I do not always agree with what my characters feel/think/do, they are not a manifestation nor extension of my wants rather they are practically their own people with their own opinions. If something my character says or does bothers you please remember it does NOT reflect me as a person. Thank you and have a nice day.

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BLUE, GREEN, YELLOW, AND RED

Nyami and Makoto

Aquamarine eyes roll as green-blue moth wings fold back against a taunt and somewhat muscular back, the blue-green eyes meet jade colored ones with a roll. “Yo. Ny?” A sigh is given from pretty, thin lips and a freckled nose wrinkles. A crumbling sound echoes in large, pointed ears as red brown hair is pushed away from curious yellow-green eyes. “You don't regret it, do you?”

A pregnant pause follows before slightly plumb, and bruised from playful nips, lips press into thin pink ones. They linger together for a long moment where they just revel in the feeling of being so close after their earlier union. Then those soft lips press along the fairer one's jawline to his neck and down to his shoulder. Jade eyes stare up into blue-green ones, “Yeah. No worries, Mako.” And then the auburn buries their face into their shoulder. “I already told you. I don't do regrets.” Strong hands thread their way into red-brown locks and pet the loving one. Light blue dragonfly wings flutter lightly, the veins pulsing in the cover of the night.

“Thank you,” The fair one rolls onto their back, wings pressing in a comforting way behind them, the beating from them claiming them. Green glows mutely and is almost drowned out by the happy pulsing light blue in the room. “We should get some sleep though... Exams in the morning.”

“Uuuugh,” Ny groans from their moved position next to their partner, wings pressing into the bed as presses the back of his hand to his forehead head. “Don't remind meeeeee!” He huffs in the small cabin's light. Summer Camp was the worst, but it didn't help that this was a preliminary military test for all Units of age. “Its gonna suuuuuck!” With a moan he buries his face into the only pillow.

The greener one just gives a smirk, “What? Not ready to punch the shit outta people?” He watches as the red one lifts up his face with a disgusted look. Blue-green eyes roll as the smirk falls into an annoyed frown. “C'mon, Nyami. If you don't give it your all your Unit will suffer for it... I want you to fight tomorrow, ya hear?” Not that the green haired one was gonna do the same for his own team, he was a last resort member after all.

Nyami sighs, “Yeah, yeah. Sure thing Makoto.” He waves his hand dismissively as he closes his eyes and lays his head down to rest. “Good night then.” The disgusted look melts away as the red head shifts closer to the green haired one, their bare shoulders pressing into one another.

Blue eyes sing in silence as the sixteen-year-old faerie feels warmth spread through his body. “Heh. Fine,” A small, loving smile spreads a crossed a slightly flushed pale face. “You win. Ashonu*. Sleep well, Nyami.”

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* "Ashounu" (Pronounced: Ah-sh-O-nn-oo / Ah-show-new): "I love you"

A Character Short #2

Author's Note/WARNING: This is meant to only be a glance into at character's perspective, not meant to be an extended scene. This scene is meant to build a relationship, though brief, between character and reader. Also please note that as the Author I do not always agree with what my characters feel/think/do, they are not a manifestation nor extension of my wants rather they are practically their own people with their own opinions. If something my character says or does bothers you please remember it does NOT reflect me as a person. Thank you and have a nice day.

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William and Xaine

The bed is warm beneath the two bodies as smoke fills the air, a large stream coming from pale pink lips below a set of half lidded liquid-gold eyes. The other is much smaller and is head out in a sharp looking, pale hand with black claw-like nails extending the cig out to another. A slightly tan hand with nails that have obviously been chew recently takes the offered item. Tan fingers lift the burning stick to their pink lips and inhale a little bit, stormy eyes narrow and then they hand the cig back with a disgusted exhale.

The golden eyed one grins a sharp, toothy grin, “Pansy.” But shifts around to pull the other onto their black and red clad body, a brown covered head burying face first into my chest. Holding the other, smaller person close and shaking raven colored bangs from gold eyes. “You know you didn't have to try.” After a moment stormy blue-gray eyes look up at golden ones.

“Oh shove off ya scaled heat lamp,” Lips have pulled into a playful grin. “You would've eventually had pestered me 'nough... You're a baaaad influence like that.” And then they, he, is leaning up to place a small kiss to pale lips. A rumble dances through the raven's chest, the room warming a little and the brown haired one pulls back with a small frown. “Hey there heat lamp, I'm not dinner so lets not grill me, mmkay?” More playful grins.

Golden eyes glimmer for a moment before crushing the cigarette in their hand, putting it out, “You cheeky little monkey.” He disposes of the dead and used cig into an ash tray on the the bedside table before pulling the other male fulling on top of him. Stormy eyes dance with challenge and playfulness for a moment before their worlds spin a little and the black haired one is rest above the other. Gold pierces into storms and then lips meet, both making sounds of appreciation. They kiss for a short bit before the larger of the two pulls away and leans back onto his knees. “Sadly though we both have work brat... So up with us.” Rolling off he lands on his feet, his powerful body stretching before he wanders off to leave the brown haired one to sigh to himself.

“Mmmhhhmm, I know we have work,” He mumbles to himself. After a moment he hears the shower come on and he gets up to gather his own clothes. “All well, I can tell Xaine happy birthday after work...

Re:Union Profile # 8

Name: Daisian Dredd

Age: 34

Race: Vampire and Shavaarift – Main shifts are large and aggressive

Gender: Female - Bearer

Personality: Rough, tough, classes head with sexiests (ie. Gamma who keeps her around to keep him on his toes... not to mention she's one of the best shots around), and short tempered. Daisian doesn't like people looking down on her and will do anything to make someone see her true, bad ass nature.

Flaws: Too hot headed at times, doesn't know how to chill.

Description: Dark skinned bad ass chick with her hair cut into short, soft, and dark curls. Her orange eyes suit her and her fangs are normally out due to her temper. She likes wear tight and close cut clothes including in how she stylizes her own uniform. She has some cool forms she can take.

History: Daisian was raised in a family where her and her bearer are the only bearers, everyone else is a giver so she's taken it upon herself to prove herself where ever she goes. That's why she's joined Fleet and she's been pair up with Gamma to help tame both of their inner evils (well, her more outter).

Goal/Drive: To prove herself, to kick anyone who tries to treat her like less's ass.

Powers/Abilities: The morphing ability complete with the deadly instincts to match.

Other: Is one of the top marksmen and sharp shooters of her age and in Fleet currently.

A Character Short #1

Author's Note/WARNING: This is meant to only be a glance into at character's perspective, not meant to be an extended scene. This scene is meant to build a relationship, though brief, between character and reader. Also please note that as the Author I do not always agree with what my characters feel/think/do, they are not a manifestation nor extention of my wants rather they are practically their own people with their own opinions. If something my character says or does bothers you please remember it does NOT reflect me as a person. Thank you and have a nice day.


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Quintus Short #1

The hot summer, sun burns at pale skin and crimson eyes squint in the harsh light. Despite being mostly species from a planet shrouded in darkness, the young dark haired boy isn't too put off from the bright sun. Actually since he grew up on a planet that has a day and night cycle he seems to get around just fine even in hot summer weather. His small, triangular ebony horns peeking out from his tufts of raven making the hair around it almost look like dark charcoal beside them.

The boy smiles to himself as he walks down a busy, small city street, his wings out for a stretch since returning home from vacationing with his mother's parents. His grandparents are rather strict, even more so than his are, but that doesn't mean that either place is at all relaxing. And, well, maybe saying his parents are strict is putting it wrong. Its not that his parents are too harsh its that his mother is far too demanding in this day and age.

A tiny ache from his wings makes he frown his thoughts. Because his mother had been raised by his grandparents and he's more than glad his mom is his mom and not his grandmother. Honestly that woman couldn't seem to settle for any form of middle ground. It was always “you're not bearer like” or “skirts aren't meant to be bunched up, be more dignified”. Honestly that was it mostly “be more dignified”, her favorite sentence. Which, thinking on it, actually makes his mother's “Quintus, you're supposed to be a bearer, honestly, act like one”seem almost like a childish whine in comparison. 

Speaking of his mother, his phone vibrates in his pocket letting out a high pitched shrieking sound as it does. Wincing a little he pulls the device out and sighs. Sadly its actually his mother so he answers it with a gentle and polite smile as the camera picks him up, the video call starting.

“Quintus Nanami! Where are you?” His mother sounds cross, her eyes boring holes into her son a crossed the video chat. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago to get ready! The Sinclairs are here already and their son only has a short time to visit you know!”

Of course the first thing out of his mother's mouth was about guests and impressions and other such things he would rather not bother himself with. Looking at his work out sweats slung almost low on his hips and his somewhat clinging from wetness tank, he shrugs, “Hey. He's an athlete, right? Betcha he'll totally dig the just got in from a run look.” Of course at the glare he receives he sighs. “I'll head home now and come in through the ba-”

“Good,” His mother snaps at him, her own red eyes almost hurt despite the fact she cut off her son. “Hurry up. You're far too late as it is!” And with that she hangs up leaving Quintus with a thick silence that he only breaks after a few seconds with a sigh.

“Love you too, Mother. Bye...” His sarcasm is nearing bland, but he turns and runs home. Best not to make his mother anymore upset with him than she already is...

Twenty Minutes Writing Challenge

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Prince and His Knight

“I'm sorry, but...” A sigh comes from rose pink lips, a pale hand reaches out towards a dark arm only to pull back. Another sigh. Amber eyes glance back to watch rosy lips. “You know this isn't right, we can't keep doing things like this.”

A dark lip is bitten, teeth dragging a crossed the sensitive skin and scraping it clean of anything dried there. Amber eyes drift off to the side and pale blue almost white hair flutters into them as their head is turned. After a short pause the dark skinned one speaks, it's soft and gentle, “I understand. But I... I am just worried about you...” 

Blood red hair is pushed away from a pale face, pink eyes narrowed in frustration, “I know, I know. Which is all the more reason to stop. The Guard needs you in top form and you can't be if your mind is always on me.” Amber eyes turn a hurt glare onto pink ones before drifting away again, dark arms cross in front of a strong chest. “This is unfair, we both know this, but as your best friend, I'm asking you to put the people before me. Just this once. Please?”

Another pause. A small, forceful huff of air.

“Fine! I will win this war,” Bluish hair is roughly pulled back into a pony-tail like form and tied back with leather. They sweep off like a shadow in the night to the other side of the room and gather up their armor. “But do not expect me to treat you any differently, not even on the battlefield.”

Pink lips have pulled into a frown, “You are so stubborn, My Prince... But fine. I Castra, your faithful servant, shall be ready to defend you til my last breath.” Castra can see the prince's shoulders tense. “And don't think I'm going to listen if you order me otherwise Allidor...”

Re:Union Profile #7

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Name: Westle

Age: 27

Race: Metrian and Vampire

Gender: Male-bearer

Personality: Fast thinker, makes snap decisions, works well with machines. Short temper and easily annoyed with idle chit-chat. Is an action sort of man.

Flaws: Doesn't mesh well with people

Description: Short, stocky, red hair and gray eyes.

History: Westle has worked on the Re:Union for seven long years, but in a rash action he dies in the first act. He's known as a hero to the crew after that.

Goal/Drive: To “not pussy foot around” things

Powers/Abilities: Like all vampires he drinks blood, fast thoughts.

Other: Ex-Mechanic on the Re:Union

Re:Union Profile #6

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Name: Andrew Samuel Kendrick

Age: 35

Race: Automynth and Seraphene

Gender: Male-giver

Personality: Comes off cold and a hard ass, but he's just trying to do what's best for is patient. Andrew is a healer, not a fighter although he has scraped from time to time. Despite his conflicting sides to his nature isn't that abnormal due to his race and their sometimes lack of understanding emotions on more than a chemical level, although he can pick up on emotions none the less.

Flaws: Harsh and critical, he's stubborn to boot.

Description: Andrew looks pretty human although he has his quirks such as his veins glow in the dark as do his eyes. He also talks in an almost robotic way and his face typically is blank. He has blue hair and green eyes. Andrew is the average height for a male-giver.

History: Andrew doesn't share his history much, but he feels close to the only other long time resident Automynth on the Re:Union Denzel “Data” Helmen

Goal/Drive: To fix what is broken and to heal the wounded

Powers/Abilities: syncs up with his medical devices and has slight emphatic abilities

Other: When Andrew is happy his whole face changes and he lights up almost like a Christmas tree

Re:Union Profiles #5

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Name: Gamma

Age: 45

Race: Dracori and Demon

Gender: Male-giver

Personality: Gamma is a true leader, strong willed and protective, although sometimes a little quiet. He's a deep thinker and likes to spend his time doing the same jobs his crew mates do. Gamma doesn't believe he's higher than anyone else, but he does know how and when to put his foot down. Thanks to his two species he's neither overly lazy nor sharp tempered, rather he's a balance of nobility and power. Gamma isn't a power hungry or really aggressive man, instead he's rather passive and prefers peaceful interactions, but he knows when to be violent and when not to be.

Flaws: He becomes aggressive and irritable when his crew is put into unnecessary danger, he likes to drink when he's overly stressed but not excessively just enough to get him tipsy and throw his aim off, he's been known to be a little sexiest and has looked down on bearers who try to break the mold of what “true bearer” is.

Description: Gamma has ice blue eyes like his younger brother, but there ends the similarities. He's tall, broad shouldered, strong, and rather masculine. He looks the part of a captain short of his long, curly raven hair. A top his head are a pair of Dracori horns which are pure white ivory much like his fangs and claws. He has another form that resembles a western dragon with the long neck and bulky body. His breath is that of toxic nauseous gas with another deadly and acidic like poisonous breath, but he only breaths these when he's truly and well fumed. His other form is pure black with ivory horns/claws/teeth/spines/tip of tail and his eyes glow in this form making his ice blue eyes even creepier.

History: Gamma ended up raising his little brother after his father passed when Nonna was 14, although his brother seemed to basically raise himself from there on out. Gamma has recently celebrated with Nonna the five year anniversary of Nonna's bakery opening. Gamma was has the typical history leading to him becoming captain. He trained to be a marksman, thanks to his drive he quickly rose through the ranks, become the “First Mate” for a while before the previous captain retired due to family reasons.

Goal/Drive: Gamma wishes to finally slow down the advancement of Ascension BLUE, find a candidate for his position in order for him to be able to retire before fifty since he's already served over twenty-five years.

Powers/Abilities: His breath powers listened above and his alternate form.
Other: Gamma is more than willing to sacrifice himself for his crew if need be.

Re:Union Profile #4

[Re:Union - Profile - K+]

Name: Morana

Age:  23

Race: Mire

Gender: Female - Bearer

Personality: Morana is extremely curious and loves trying new things as well as exploring new places. She's constantly on the move and constantly trying to make friends. If she ever slows down its because something has caught her eye or she needs liquids. Although she's terrified of sodas due to their dehydrating ways she will try some along with coffee, but she prefers anything with the color pink. Pink seems to be her favorite color and she'll become really happy when presented with a pink liquid.

Flaws: She doesn't really understand personal space and has a tendency to be really clingy – expect with Ecco due to their species interaction limitations.

Description: Like all Mire she has a translucent form, but she looks a lot like this whenever she drinks something pink - which is her favorite color to consume and be. She also is a lot less solid looking than this, but this is close enough. Also, her clothes are made of a water-proof material and her form is solid enough so she can keep them on mostly properly. She looks like a young female with a bob hair cut and very large eyes.

History: Morana's ship managed to leave the atmosphere of her planet, she was one of the children being carried on the ship, her ship was also the only one to survive through an attack by Fleet. After some time they ended up landing -crashing- on Earth. While the adults went searching for water and Morana was left in charge of the younger children when a group of Humans happened upon the crash site. Since there wasn't a cloaking device for their ship Morana was the only defense for the other kids so she tried her best to scare off the Humans. She managed to do so and lead the group of young Mire to a place of safety. After a couple of days, she went back to see if it was safe to go back onto the ship with their liquid sources for the kids. Seeing the adults once more she went and got the kids together, bringing them back to the ship for safety. As she was tucking the kids in safely Humans showed up once again so she went to join the adults in trying to scare them off, but this time the adults decided to leave Earth. Long story short Morana ended up not making it back in time for lift off... That lasted for three years. By that point in time she had made herself comfortable in swampy like area where she' had constant hydration but was often bored. So she took off to explore the planet. She was picked up by Gamma back when he was only Co-Captain, she's lived on Re:Union since.

Goal/Drive: To  repay Gamma for saving her and giving her a family.

Powers/Abilities: She's a slime... she can change her color depending on the liquid she intakes, her body helps purify water, she can create “clones” of herself to help with labor if she has a lot of liquids to spare.

Other: She ADORES Pink Lemonade like nothing else.

Re:Union Profiles #3

[Re:Union - Profile - T]

Name: Ciel Vapers

Age: 20

Race: Human

Gender: Female - Giver

Personality: Gentle, kind, and shy. Ciel is the type of person who doesn't like conflict and tends to hide from it. Although she's all these things she's a determined person and knows how to handle unruly people with a firm tone and a strong personality. She's protective of her friends although she just tries to keep the peace more than anything else.

Flaws: Somewhat jumpy and nervous, once she becomes sure of herself she will grow into a strong individual.

Description: Ciel has long, wavy/curly black hair with kind sky blue eyes. She normally wears simple dresses with long gloves and heels. She normally carries a large over the shoulder purse full of needed supplies for a daily outing. She's rather small although elegant, with a small button nose and a shy smile.

History: Ciel was adopted from France by her American parents at the ripe age of sixteen months. She met Emma and Vale in elementary school and grew up with them. Over time she grew into the quiet, resourceful friend who often times got picked on by other girls. Ciel is always the first person to realize something is wrong with Vale and tries to confront him, but with she doesn't feel comfortable using her “in charge” voice with him due to his special personality type.

Goal/Drive: constantly plays follow the leader rather than taking charge

Powers/Abilities: her ability to plan ahead for pretty much anything – that she's encountered prior at least.

Other: Gets kidnapped by Ascension BLUE and is Ecco's mate (maybe).

Re:Union Profiles #2

[Re:Union - Profile - OT]

Name: Vale Guntur

Age: 19

Race: Metrian and Automynth

Gender: Male - Giver

Personality: Giving and giving and giving. Vale is defined by his constant need to help others to the point where he completely ignore himself and needs others to direct him to the correct path again. He is somewhat head strong when it comes to trusting people, even people who are bad for him. (He's honestly a lot like Riley Green.) Vale likes to act as a shield for the people he loves against the pain and suffering of the world, he's a deep thinker and thinks in strange ways.

Flaws: Stubborn at times and doesn't understand things the same way others do. He doesn't normally express his feelings/emotions.

Description: Vale has long, pale blonde hair that he ties back with a dollar store brand hair ties to keep his hair out of his face. He has some bangs that fall from the pony tail that shade coal gray eyes that shine with curiosity and kindness. Vale rarely smiles but always has a peaceful expression and feel about him, his presence itself could calm someone. He often wears dirty flannels open over white tanks, dirty dark brown work boots, worn work gloves (when working with something hot or sharp only), and brown pants. Vale sometimes can be found with oil accidentally smudged on his nose and brow.

History: Vale is the oldest of twelve kids and moved to Earth with his family at the age of five. He was raised as both a human child and an Automynth which means he has troubles with understanding his own emotions and this becomes a problem starting in middle school. Vale almost constantly is in some form of bad relationship that only comes second to the needs of his younger siblings. The only person who has managed to talk him out of most of his relationships is Emma, although its usually only after Ciel has already tried.

Goal/Drive: To help others and protect the people he loves from any an all harm.

Powers/Abilities: Vale can mind-meld with others – hasn't tried with anyone who isn't part Automynth yet, enter computers, hack from a distance, speak with machines, and thinks faster than most other Automynths.

Other: Ends up being the new mechanic on Re:Union since the original one is killed off pretty quickly during the first interaction between the three groups.

Re:Union Introductions #1

[Re:Union - Character Building - T]

Written On

9/25/2016

Filtered light streams down from the thinned tree line above, its blue and green tinted light kissing pale green skin littered with true green freckles. A sigh, a humanized action, comes from a jagged mouth that expels pure oxygen and then takes back in air through somewhat raised slits for a nose. Pale pink-white petals a top and framing a roundish face are shaken out slightly as the permanently blooming pink-red with pastel pink speckles through out them show of their colors, the stamen shift around and protecting the pistil. Milk white eyes stare directly up as the pink and green Florian closes their mouth in what can be taken as a gentle smile. Their long and flexible finger-like appendages twitching slightly as they sun their face and shoulders, tanning slightly in the filtered light..

After a long moment they exhale again and lower their head to have their petals shade their face and giving the slight illusion of cool. There are many types of Florians from those that need a lot of sunlight to those who only awaken by night. This one shakes out their petals again and shifts their legs around, their shallow roots letting go of their holds in order to allow for walking. Shaking free the dirt they head along a path that only the shade dwelling Florians really know, careful to only lightly place their roots as to keep from rooting even slightly into the ground again.

In the distance they can sense the vibrations of a bustling village, but a lot closer is the heat and heavy breathing of their Demon companion. After a few feet of walking a young demon warrior with claws for hands and whip like tail comes into their senses, the smile on their face widens, “Hello, Escort.” Their Common speech a little less rusty than most their young age, only having petaled with in the past few months. But as the younger and less responsible son of the leader of the village came with some perks, especially the harder Common lessons and the assigned escort.“Did you see any threats today?”

The young demon snorts, “Oh shut up, Ecco. Like any of the warriors would let a Crick or a Pila get past.” He then grinds his teeth together at the thought of any of his kind failing at what they consider a simple task. “We're not Fleshies like you Flos.” Despite the slang and growling nature of the other Ecco just laughs a little, at peace in their home. The plant lift around them bowing to the side as the Florian passes by and creeping up along the demon's ankles as they walk cause him to almost crash a few times and swear many times. “Krek! Will you do your damn part, Flo!”

Ecco laughs again, not quite a sound like the careful forming of words they make, more so several sharp intakes and exhales of air, almost like panting. Milk white eyes close in humor as they feel heat blister on their skin, “Sorry Dregg. I can't help that the plants don't like you.” They sense a burning warmth ahead of them and come to a brief stop. “But thank you for walking me while I ate, I'm sure my Bearer will gladly compensate you when you find them.” And with that they wave themselves off, a cheeky smile on their face, something they sensed more than knew the look of. Just like many of their other senses they just sense them through their skin, sound and taste and touch all blurring together in  a complex way to form their singular sense. They cannot smell so taste isn't really that much of a concept, not to mention like all Florians they're blind, unable to visually see the world in a way that the species can. Despite this the species has grown and flourish...

Re:Union Profile #1

[Re:Union - Profile - OT]

Written On

9/26/2016

WARNING: Spoilers for character growth and story, but feel free to read anyways most of the information here will be mentioned with in the first 25% of the novel.

Name: Emma Darling

Age: 18 almost 19

Race: Metrian and Human

Gender: Female - Giver

Personality: Emma is a natural born leader with a strong sense of right and wrong. She will stand up for what she feels is right and never, ever lets someone get pushed around or used. Emma finds it hard to let others fall and blames herself for their pain, this is also due to her somewhat parental/older sibling nature. Even when faced with a tough decision she tries her hardest to put what others need before her needs, but she isn't fully selfless and is more than willing to do what she needs to in order to keep her friends safe and happy. Emma was raised with a strong sense of justice and a deeply caring set of parents who have shaped her into who she is today.

Flaws: Emma has a little bit of a temper that comes out at the worst moments, she's snapped at people she didn't mean to a lot in her life and she's had to live with what came from that. She often times logics out her own well-being for other people yet she lectures others on putting themselves first.

Description: Emma has auburn hair and green eyes, her nose is a little large for her face but it doesn't make her look ugly. She has a warm smile although her expression normally comes a crossed as stern. She's tall for girl with a slender form and she wears a pair of thin and rectangular shaped black frames. Emma often dons a burgundy turtle neck, thin and dark jeans, a pair of old sneakers, a pair of fingerless black gloves, and a necklace with a glimmering gem (shakla dias – a dracori scale) that was a gift from her grandparents on her father's side that she hasn't seen since she was a baby. Her ears are pierced, but she hardly ever wears earrings due to the work she does.

History: Emma was raised human, she never knew about her father's true past and assumed he's always been an engineer and her role model. Her other dad looks like her so she assumes that he's her birth dad and her father isn't blood-related to her. Growing up with Vale (secretly a Metrian and Automynth child, a male-giver) and Ciel ( a human female – giver) left Emma with the role of leader in her small group, she often times had to help her friends out of trouble and keep them from getting hurt by others despite the fact she's the youngest of the group. Emma has made herself know as the mother of the group and is rather protective of her friends as if they're her kids.

Goal/Drive: To find the truth about herself and to save her friend (Ciel) from Ascension BLUE!

Powers/Abilities: Being part Metrian actually makes her smarter than the average human her age, due to her human side she's constantly caught in the wonderment of the worlds outside of her own and never lets herself get lost in the spender of her own mind. She's really good at placing people where their talents work best and thinking on her feet, she does struggle when emotions and attachments get in the way.

Other: Emma ends up on the Re:Union thanks to Vale's abusive ex and his friends turning out to be evil aliens from a group called Ascension BLUE. Prior to the beginning of the story Emma is working towards being an engineer like her father.