N.O.V.A. - Starting Up:

[Unsorted - Character Analysis - T]

Warnings: Contains darker themes such as ownership of a person and "human" experimentation.

Project: NOVA 

Log One

The darkness is comforting. Its been encasing them for what feels like forever. Maybe its all they've ever known. But the darkness is safe, its almost always quiet. Sometimes they hear whispers, words, sentences. Floating in and shaking the darkness slightly, sometimes making crack of light appear.

“Vitals are stabilizing.”

“They're body doesn't seem to rejecting the graphing.”

“Brain activity spiking!”

They can see a bright light, it floods their senses and makes them wince. Everything is bright. Everything is loud. And they hate it.

“This is it boys, we've done it...”

A low moan echoes in the room as dark brown eyes open, a blankness to them as they try to focus. Bright lights, loud noises, and unrecognizable faces blur together and then apart and then becomes fuzzy. Dark brown eyes close. Darkness embracing them once again, relief flowing through them.

“... Crap! Brain activity dropping!”

“Stability crashing...!”

“Shit. Low heart rate”

A scuffle is heard and a jolt runs through their body, darkness being pierced through with a slightest of touches. Their body jumps and they can feel words slipping from their mouth, but its nothing intelligible and nothing that makes sense to even them. Voice drift past them, panicked but distant none the less.

“Raise the voltage!”

“Alright...”

“... Clear!”

Another small touch, a crack in the darkness. Their body slams back down and they moan. The bright blurriness returns. Their dark eyes having changed to become an annoyed yellow. Let them go back to the darkness where things aren't making them sick. Let them go.

“Heart returning to normal.”

“Regular brain activity.”

“Vitals stabilizing again...”

“Oxygen levels rising... Its breathing!”

“Its living!”

The darkness doesn't return now. Instead its a meshing of faces, brightness, and a tingling sensation in their limbs. Every part of them feels heavy, almost dead. In the darkness they had felt alive. Now its just...

A loud whoosh makes their now blue eyes jump over to the side, where a small woman with black hair and pale red eyes comes sweeping in. She stops in front of them with a grin. “Good morning.” At a wave of her hand a light pressure that they didn't know they were feeling is lifted from their wrists, ankles, elbows, knees, and middle. They slowly sit up, the woman's grin coming into focus as a sharp one, horns poke out from her hair, and a tail whips behind her. “Can you speak?”

They pause, only just understanding what she meant. Surprisingly they can. It takes a moment, but they form their words slowly, “yah...es... ha... who... are... ya... oo?” The woman smiles at them, the sharp teeth gleaming in the bright light. Her tail comes to grab them around the neck and drag them forward. Dizziness swarms them, but they keep their now pale gray eyes focused and blank, pinkish bangs falling their eyes before it darkens to a red.

“I am your owner, pet. Do you understand?”

They pause again before nodding. It makes their head swim more but it works. The woman's smile widens to the point where it might make her face crack.

“Excellent.”

Releasing them she walks around the gurney, examining them. A slight tug behind them has their blank gaze turning to face back. The woman is yanking on a tail attached to them. But it doesn't bother them. Honestly only the bright lights do, they make their head spin and the dizziness increase with each passing second.

“Hmm... Your nerves must've been dulled along with the emotions, whoops.”

She shrugs and comes in front of them.

“Do you remember who you are?”

They don't even need to think. Before the darkness they were nothing, just floating and existing. So they stare at the woman with a small frown, “No.” Her sharp teeth spread into a smile.

“That's good my pet... I shall name you then,” She gives a small giggle. “Necessary Obedience Variant Awareness or NOVA for short...” A soft sigh leaves her lips as she watches them change form over and over again. “We'll have to train you to maintain your shape again, but, its like riding a bike. You never truly forget do you...?” Nova blinks and nods at their owner, the female doctor smiles brightly. “Now, relax while we finish setting up your room my pet...”

Good Night, Sleep Tight, Young Knights:

[Unsorted - T]

Disclaimer: The world of Otherborn belongs to my friend Miri. I just happen to be borrowing it for this little blurb involving a set of characters that will possibly make a reappearance [revamped] in one or two stories because I love them so much!

Stories at Sunset

The hot sun beats down on the rolling plains to the north, a soft breeze sweep through the gold filled forest around her. Stalks of green with white hairs sticking out from the top wave around as a strange breeze whips its way through her light brown hair and ruffles her shirt where it hangs loosely from her overalls. The pale girl wipes her brow, her dirty work glove smudging some dirt on her face. Most girls her age would be married by now and most certainly wouldn't be tending a field of corn. Her sky blue eyes close in peacefulness.

“I love it here.”

But she isn't like normal girls her age. At the age of sixteen she has seen hardships that many others haven't. Even so she still tends to this farm of her family's as if everything is normal, with happy whistles and bright smiles. She is the living embodiment of sunlight and the freedom of the sky above. That may be the reason for her last name Skywood. But that's just speculation that others have given her.

She whistles to herself as she goes back to tending to any weeds that have begun growing in her crops. It would seem like a huge task to most, but she isn't most. Her blood sings with the song she is whistling, the crops swaying in the wind as she works.

Everything is peaceful for this girl. No matter what she has lost. No matter what she will gain, she will always be at peace with herself. A bird lands nearby and it twitters at her, she smiles and whistles back. The two peacefully work together to pull weeds free. Over time more bird and other animals come to join. A few rabbits and deer eating the weeds that aren't poisonous for them. She smiles to them all, they all her friends and, at times, like her family now.

With her job finished she wipes more sweat from her brow, the evening sun cool against her skin. She smiles up at the sky, “I'm never leaving this place.” Whistling a peaceful tune walks her way through the miles of corn stalks, her body making the sea of green part slightly. She's careful over what she pushes around.

As she walks a cold feeling sweeps over her. Its not yet dark so that can't be it. She's within half a mile from her house and the stew she had going all day had to be done. So she shrugs it off. Another couple steps though her neck prickles, she stops, her heart pounding. Its been a long time since she felt that tingle, that coldness. Now it seems to break out in a rush.

Coldness drops on her as her plants wilt and die around her, the animals run away. As the cold envelopes her she can feel the change beginning. A pain shoots through her shoulder blade, burning and screaming. She lets out a high pitched scream, clutching at her shoulders as she collapses. More burning follows and she screams out again as she can hear the growls and feel the coldness seeping into her bones. Her scalp tingles and feels like its burning at well.

Closing her eyes against the pain she screams again. The coldness is reaching for her, piercing through the left over warmth from the evening sun. But she can't move, even as softness brushes her arms and sides. The fingers of ice are almost touching her, she needs to move, but she can't, her transformation may be complete but she hurts everywhere and she its her fault they're here after all. Its always been her fault, what's the point it-

A shattering of ice and a battle cry has her opening her eyes in shock. Sparking shards fall in front of her and then a man is standing there with twin blades chained by shimmer energy at their hilts. He looks over his shoulder, “Stand up and fight!” He turns and swings at the next on coming attack, shattering it as well. Her sky blue eyes watches as he, dark hair waving in the cold wind and shockingly green eyes fights his way closer. “Don't just give up! Fight back!”

The softness lifts from her arms and sides as she slowly stands. She doesn't know what she can do. She's never been a fighter. And she promised her mother she wouldn't hurt her own kind. But then she remember what else her mother had told her. She said her voice isn't meant to hurt people, her wings are meant to inspire people. She may not be a fighter but there is so much more she can do. She stands up straight, takes a deep breath and nods to herself. She can help, she can do this.

Her wings lift up and push down, her legs pushing off the ground. She faulters a moment, but her wings take her high up. She can see the man who came to her aid slicing through demons with a vicious intent. But she just sighs and then takes another breath. Then she sings.

She sings a song about love.

She sings a song about redemption.

She sings a song about adventure.

And everything pauses a moment. But then the demons cringe at her voice. Love and care put into every single word, every note uttered. Some run from the noise, fleeing back where they came from. But the large demon who had been the one controlling the cold barely flinches. They still try to grab for the girl.

The man who had come to her aid isn't having it. With most of the Lessers handled he focuses on the largest demon. He strikes it with everything he had, angry roars are returned. But he just smirks. “Hey, no one touches a lady with out their permission, ya know!” And jumps up, the energy between his blades glowing as the chains grow as do his swords. He strikes the demon once, twice, thrice before having to jump off its swiping hand. “Milady? Give me a hand?”

She nods and sweeps over, catching him by the front of his shirt, “Thank you.” And then throws him with all her might, her wings flapping to add in the toss. He flies at the demon, blades at the ready. A deafening roar follows and the demon drops. The man coming down on the demon's head.

He whoops, “Alright!” Before giving a thumbs up and smile to the girl. “Good job, milady!” She touches down with a smile. As the crossing closes he crosses to her and frowns as he watches the painful transformation in reverse. She cries out as the wings crumble away and her feathers in her hair fade to dust. “Nasty change, huh?”

She stares up as him before standing and nodding, “Yeah. It is.” He smiles to her and offers his hand.

“I'm Jamie Faar.” She stares at his hand for a moment before taking it. They shake before he smirks at her. “So, milady, live around here?” She nods and takes her hand back.

“Yes, and, um, I'm Elain. Elain Skywood,” She nods in the direction of her house. “I was on my way back for supper... Um. Would you like to join me Mr. Faar?”

He smiles, “I would love to Lady Skywood...”

  ---

“...And that's the story of how two of the first two founders of Home met,” Aqua smiles to her children. Sini's blue eyes wide with excitement and Midori looks like he's on the edge of his seat. Its bedtime for the three, the two seven year olds were complaining they were tired form walking just minutes before. But then Aqua had told them this bedtime story and they no longer wanted to sleep.

Sini smiles, their blue hair a mess from traveling through the woods for days, Midori doesn't look much better for wear. Aqua smiles too her children, “And now its bed time. Goodnight.” Sini pouts, but Midori pulls them down into their shared sleeping bag. The two shortly doze off as Aqua thinks to herself.

Jamie Faar had been the first Otherborn to the group and Elain Skywood the first halfer. Its funny how they started the first interracial relationship and family. Its thanks to those two that her village even exists. Looking at her sleeping children she has decided to tell them more stories about what happened way back when. The whole story of how Home came to be. With a smile she lays down herself and drifts off to sleep.

Abel's Life:

Set in a world where genders are a little different than expected. Abel's two mommies are actually his mommies by blood due to this. If you're confused by this please feel free to ask in the comment section or message me on here or any social media site you know me on.

[Unsorted - Character Analysis/Introduction - K+]

Good Morning Abel

“May Belle!” A high pitched squeak echos into the small, square room covered with boy band posters and littered with all generations game systems. “May Belle? Maaaayyyyy Beeellleee!” Tired purple eyes peel open and a small body twists around to stare at a bright red digital clock, the numbers reading '10:00' and since the red dot isn't in the top corner to signify its the PM the person groans. “MAAAYYYY BEEEELLLLLLEEEE??” The squeaking voice has carried its way into their room from just beyond the closed door. Then, with a slam, the door to the room smacks against the twin sized captain's bed.

“Jesus--!” The person who had been whining to themselves jumps back as a pale pink haired, purple eyed woman slowly pops her head into the room. Her nose comes first much like a dog would nose their way into a room, her eyes darting left and right. “Uuuhhh... Mornin' Mama. Looking for Mom again?”

The woman makes it into the room before hearing the person, her tiny body jumps almost a foot off the ground and she turns her frantic gaze onto the them. Seeing who it is her gaze softens and she breaks out into a lazy smile, “Abel, baby, good morning.” She goes to his bed, having to climb onto it to achieve her goal, and wraps her arms around him. “How are you?” Abel scratches his dark brown hair while gently, after showing his Mommy both his hands, places the other on her back to pat it in a loving way. “And have you seen your Mother?”

The brown haired boy sighs in his head knowing if he says he's been sleeping she would wonder why he hadn't been up doing his morning training. So, instead, he gives a sheepish grin, “Sorry. I've been working on my strategy for my new clan in one of my games, Mommy.” He mentally winces, knowing he only calls her Mommy when he's done something wrong. But she doesn't catch it as she just droops.

“Oh, alriiiight,” She pouts and lets go of her son, seemingly defeated. After a moment she goes to the out the door. But she does slowly poke her nose back in after a minute, her voice coming out as a sharp command. “And get up, you missed breakfast.” Abel sighs, rubbing the hand over his eyes.

“Alright,” Then he slips from his bed only to end up stumbling his way to the closet. Its open and the contents inside are mostly baggy and boyish and not all that attractive. He grabs a set of clothes, snags some socks from the sock basket as well as a pair of boxers from the boxer's basket in his closet before slipping his way out of his room, one magazine almost ripping as he goes. Once out of his room he heads down the hall to the public bathroom, his Mama and Mom share a master suite so he gets this one to himself unless guests are over, and shuts the door behind him.

After a quick shower, careful doing of his hair, and getting dressed he's ready for the day. Dashing to the kitchen he grabs an apple and cereal bar. He makes it almost out the back door when a tall woman, making him almost seem like a short girl in comparison, with brown hair and a stern gaze walks in through the door. She gives him a hard look, “Where do you think you're going young man?”

Abel sighs. This is his mom and she doesn't seem all too happy with him. “Sorry Mom. But I gotta jet, I promised Trist I would go to the movies with him.” But one look at his mom's upset expression told him he wasn't going anywhere today. “... I'll go grab left overs and make up for my morning lapse, sorry.” As he walks off the woman sighs.

“Kid...? Hey kid!”

Abel looks back after a moment, confused by his mother. “y-Yes, Mom?”

“Eat food, get your laps in, then you can go.”

“REALLY?”

She smiles to him and then walks past him. “Elise! Come on you little dragon, where are you? We're going to be late for the party!” Her tone is softer and soothing as she calls out and somewhere in the house a tumble is heard. Abel's Mom goes running and Abel just sighs. His guess is his Mama probably just knocked something over with her tail or something.

“Well. Good morning, I guess...”

Love Is In Shades of Gray - New Beginnings:

[Role Play Excerpt- Character Analysis - OT]

WARNINGS: This piece involves harsh language and possible triggers. You have been warned, read at your own risk!

Nightmares and Reality

The sound of steady rain pounding against a tin roof, like a thousand peddles crashing against the tiles above the metal, is comforting to the white haired boy staring out a large window. With a thick curtain drawn back by his pale hand and wide brilliant blue eyes watching as the sky cries out and darkness rolls around to be splintered by lightning on occasion. With his mouth hanging open slightly and gaze fixated on the world outside of the rustic and make shift abandoned cabin nestled in a deep part of the woods where trees grow almost as big and as thick as the monstrous ones back on his home planet. 

A rustle comes from behind him and he turns his head to look over his shoulder, big blue eyes wincing at the light from inside, not accustomed to anything bright. But his eyes adjust and he can see into the one room cabin with ease. Next to him is a round table with a couple wooden chairs turned to be somewhat facing each other and a couple of dirty bowls with spoons resting in them rest on the tabletop. Beyond that there is a large fairy woven rug made from natural dyes and dragon fur that disappears under a large, wooden bed frame. Nestled on the bed, with his gold covered head buried in a thick tome of some sort and his large pointed ears poke out from his hair showing off his heritage is a large male. 

His thick, scaled tale curls int the sheets and causes another rustle. After a moment he turns a page and gives a small chuckle, “Ya know, babe, its kind of lonely with you all the way over there.” The white haired boy breaks into a nervous smile as he turns away from the window and releases the heavy curtain, it swings closed just as a flash of lightning cracks the sky. It takes a short bit for the boy to cross the huge room, he stops at the table and picks up the bowls – spoons and all – to carry them into the kitchen that takes up the left side of the room. Placing them in the sink he decides to rinse them down and then wash his hands before heading to the bed.

As the white haired boy dries his hands he can hear the shifting of a tail and an amused chuckle. He sighs, nerves building making his stomach ache from the flutter of butterflies in it. “C-coming,” His voice shakes slightly as he crosses the rest of the room then, keeping his eyes on his feet as his cheeks bloom with deep pink. The bed sinks slightly when he places his hands on it, flushing like mad, but he ends up perching on it with his back held straight and facing away from the other.

The bed shakes, sheets wrinkle, and a tail wraps around a tiny waist. Blue eyes close as strong arms and tail pull him back until he's pressed against a broad chest and he can feel the warmth of the internal burning flames seeping into his naturally cool skin. Then his chin has powerful fingers pushing it and his head is forced to turn, eyes peeking open in time to flutter closed again. Warm lips press gently on his own for a few seconds before he pulls away, “I'm n-” But a hand slips behind his head as those lips press against his again now, harder, instant, and forceful.

At first panic bubbles up, but then soothing fingers run through his hair, knowing exactly what to do to calm him down. He relaxes into the kiss, lips parting and a hot pointed tongue shoves its way in. Then they're kissing together, his body allowing the electricity bouncing through him to feel less terrifying than its pleasurable. Tongues dance together, one leading and the other following as the need for air becomes second on the lists of importance. 

Something feels... feels... 

The white haired boy can feel them moving, his back being pressed against the mattress in a fluid motion that only makes his breath catch as the two part for a moment. But the loss of the hot mouth against his is only short lived before a new sensation is tackled, fluttering kisses as pressed against his neck along with hot open mouthed ones. 

“Stars,” His voice comes out as a breathy whine, his hands unsure what to with themselves and his body starting to feel itself meld with the flaming heat of the other. The electricity and fire filled nerves not knowing which sensation to first address as they're suddenly kissing again, his hands moving up to tangle in long blond locks. 

This feels really weird... Like something is.. is...

The two pull apart long enough to catch their breathes. Blue eyes slowly open, a dazed feeling glossing over their body. But, as blue meets crimson, something is off. Panic shoots through the white haired boy as they suddenly want nothing more to run. The primal, instinctive, possessively hungry look the larger of the two is giving sends warning signals through their head. But they can't run, they can't move, its as if that look alone had captured them. But on the inside they are panicking freely.

No, no, no, no, no...

- - -


“...NO!”

Blankets are thrown, blue eyes are frantic, and messy white hair flies in all directions as a small teen sits up from a dead sleep. His scream having ripped from him and he can sense someone to his right. Instinctively moving to defend himself he twists and rolls onto his knees, hands raised as fists ready to strike-

“Whoa, whoa, Kyle!” Frightened green eyes are flared opened like a terrified animal's and their fluffy brown hair swishes as they hold up their arms in a weak defensive stance. After a moment Kyle, the white haired boy, flops to his side with his hands over his face as he gasps for air. The brown haired boy sighs and moves to to kneel next to the bed. “Hey, hey... Its okay... He's not here... We're not there...” The brown haired boy gives a sympathetic expression to the Kyle as if he understands what the other went through.

After pulling in enough air and calming down enough to peek through his fingers Kyle looks to the other with water filled eyes, as if he were about to cry. “Kristy?” His voice comes out as a shaky whisper. The other boy smiles a little bigger and a little warmer. “We... Are we...?”

The brown haired boy named Kristy shakes his head no, “We're not at home. But we're very far away from any dragons.” He reaches up, shows his hand to the other like you would a scared animal, before slowly placing it on his head. Kristy rubs Kyle's hair. “We're on vacation with the family, not alone, with the family. On Earth.” Green eyes give a worried expression as they watch the blue ones spill over with sparkling tears, relief seeming to flow through the bigger of the two boys.

“Thank you, thank you...” Kyle whispers as his hair is pet, relaxing enough to catch up with himself. He was on Earth, Kristy was right, his family got a huge suite in a fancy hotel near a beach. That's right. They were going to go to the beach today. After a moment the white haired boy laughs to himself. “Oh stars... I bet I look like a total mess, hmm?” He wipes away his tears and forces himself to sit up. “And... And... What time is it?”

“Around five in the morning. Beba wanted us up in an hour so we could head out before the sun and get set up on the beach in the dark like we always do,” Kristy says softly. “But I think Kevin has been up since you started crying in your sleep... Um. The couch in the living space of this suite is kinda...”

“Right next to my bed, fuuuuck,” Kyle groans out before having to get to his feet. “Well. Then we might as well just get up and get ready, huh?” When he goes over to the small, complimentary dresser in their room he spots his beach bag has already been packed. “Huh...? Did I...?” He looks over to Kristy who has started to flush.

“I... I...” He bites his lip, chews on it for a short moment, before finally stating. “I couldn't sleep last night.” Kyle frowns, knowing that the other had nightmares that haunted him as well, before opening his arms. Kristy crosses the half of room between them and into Kyle's awaiting arms. It doesn't take long for the tiny boy to start crying. And Kyle just holds onto him tightly, whispering his sorries to him like he always does...


- - -


“Gooooooood MOOOORRRRNNNIIINNNGGG~!” A bright, playful, and bouncy voice echos through out the suite so that anyone who wanted to get any extra sleep wasn't going to find it anytime soon. “Time to rise and shine~!!” Kyle, Kristy, and Kevin's bearer was one of those people that once they're up they're in an amazing mood and only something terrible or unjust would put them out. With that said Kyle was in one of the two bathrooms applying waterproof eyeliner trying to make his eyes seem smaller and more human like. On his left Kristy is fluffing up his hair with a blow dryer and his nimble fingers, both of the young bearers are concentrating and give tiny smiles at their bearer's shouts.

A growl comes from the main living space of the suite followed by a, “Its too early for this crap!” And Kevin's voice is a strong bellow the two young brother – Kyle and Kristy – start giggling over. Closely followed by what sounds like the loud creaking of the pull out couch bed being shoved away. “The sun isn't even up yet...! This planet has a sun, right?” Kyle rolls his eyes while Kristy shakes his head with an amused smile.

“Yes, Kevin,” Their giver's voice calls from the other side of the suite, almost sounding annoyed before letting out a huge yawn. “So get up, get ready, and put on some sunscreen...!” The two young bearers glance at one another, frowning. A grumpy giver is never fun. So the two finish up their morning routines, having been in the shower already and all dressed up.

Walking into the living space a bottle of sunscreen is shoved into Kyle's face by a slender, pale hand, “Help your baby brother, Ky.” He rolls his eyes and snatches the bottle from the elder bearer giving him a firm, blue gaze. “Good. When Kyle's done with your Kristen, you do him. Remember your faces.” With that the brown haired, blue eyed bearer slips off to get the refreshments and snacks into the small cooler they are bringing with them, his long fluffy hair swishing as he moves.

Kyle lathers Kristen with sunscreen, rubbing in a good amount onto his face and neck as an after thought. Kristy then does the same for Kyle, his touch shier and the elder brother gives him a gentle smile as he applies the lotion. With them both covered they look to their giver and hold out the bottle. The white haired, green eyed male nods and takes the bottle before going and putting some sunscreen onto his mate, both he and Kevin are already covered in thick layers.

“Hmm... The bottle is already running low, isn't it?” The eldest bearer muses when its handed to him after he has been properly covered, his earlier squeak and playful shove of his mate forgotten as he frowns to himself. “We only have a couple more bottles of this stuff... Guess we're gonna have to go shopping while we're here, huh?” He then tosses the mostly empty bottle into a bag where the other two full ones are already packed. Its been three days since the family had gotten to Earth and they have done a lot of the tourist things already. But, with only four days left of their trip, they only last night decided to go to the beach and try to survive the day in the sun. So here they are.

It takes about twenty more minutes for the five of them to be completely ready. The life-bearer insisting on them NOT trying the complimentary breakfast again since it made three of them sick last time. Instead they decide to go to a pancake house, its a little greasy, but it does the trick. Plus, its close enough to their hotel that they can walk and still see the sunrise's final stretch over the water.

With a bite full of waffles, butter, and syrup sticking to the roof of his mouth and his family chattering around him, Kyle can feel himself finally able to push away last night's dream. He had awoken before anything truly bad had happened, but he knows it all too well. The kissing, the touching, the...

He shakes his head, clearing it and smiles at his little brother who has placed his hand on his arm. A comforting touch, one that the two seem to only be able to share with one another anymore. After they share a tiny smile Kyle goes back to eating, only to catch his elder brother's annoyed expression. Kevin doesn't think he should be relying so heavily on his baby brother and should open up more to him and the parents, but Kyle is terrified of what his sometimes hot headed brother could do.

Givers have a tendency to do harsh things when their instincts kick in.

So he rolls his eyes at Kevin before jumping into the conversation, his bearer visibly relaxing at his communication and willingness to talk today. They discuss what they want to do today and its decided they will do their best to stay on the beach, but the moment their sunscreen bottles are empty they're getting out of the sun and catch a movie or something.

They all agree easily, none of them liking the idea of burning. Especially since they're all so pale, like white crème covered by mostly dark colors that contrast to make them look even paler. So. Once they finish their food and pay they head back to their for a moment for the cooler, a large stationary parasol, their personal parasols for the bearers, a huge blanket for them all to lay on, some towels in case someone goes swimming, a quick bathroom break, and their sunglasses...


- - -


The beach has begun to get crowded as the Kyle and his family are relaxing under their protective parasol that reflects the light away from it. The Overlands are all reapplying their sunscreen for the fifth time that day, more than breaching into their second bottle. When they're done Kristen reaches into the cooler and frowns, looking into it he sighs.

“We're outta water, guys,” He looks over at his bearer who is frowning and counting to himself. The five of them are from a cooler and darker planet so they tend to drink a lot of water in the harsher climates. They also have been here for almost five hours now, its nearing noon so they should get some food anyways. Kevin holds out his half full bottle of water and Kyle rolls his eyes.

“Well don't us all hop to our feet in order to find a cheap place with water,” He grabs his personal sized parasol, its black almost lacy appearance providing a little shade as he travels out from under the protection of the larger one.

His bearer shouts after him, “Kyle!” Turning a card is tossed to him and he has to stoop down to the hot sand to pick it up. “Get us lunch too, mmkay?” The white haired bearer rolls his eyes but nods and starts his journey to find cheap water and cheap food. The sand hot even though his white sandals provide some protection. His white and gray striped tank providing very little protection beyond the parasol's own. His black and white swim trunks feel really warm in the blistering sunlight, sunglasses barely helping as he squints while heading towards what looks like a place that may have food and water.

Home Is Where The Heart Is - Knowing With Out Knowing:

[Role Play Excerpt- Character Analysis - T]

Disclaimer: I do not own the character Astra, he belongs to my RPing partner.

Hazy Spell

I cross to him and reach out, patting him on the head. "I am your friend, ya know. I'm not scared of you... Regardless of whether or not I remember these interactions with out a haze..." I laugh at this and smile widely. "... But Mother did say it was for the best. So... Where do you want me, Astra? I am yours to command at the moment."

The clawing is a lot weaker when its the side of me that doesn't understand, nails don't hurt like claws do. I'm glad to be free for once... Then again. This can only really mean one thing... Although I can't remember what it is, I was still a cub when father and mother were still together, when the strange uncle came for a visit, when my mother had cried and begged and made a deal. I'm not meant to exist, I shouldn't know these things. But Mother speaks to me while I'm asleep because then its okay, she isn't breaking the contract right? And when I'm gone she will have Father back. She explained these things to me. But I don't always remember because I'm not supposed to.

But this bearer wakes me up. Drags free the paws from their shackles, frees the hidden spirit, he makes me free like I pretend to be normally. He doesn't realize it, does he? Or maybe he does? He doesn't react to others the way he does me. And I take pride in this. He is MINE after all. My little bearer, mine to hold, mine to protect. And when I figure it out, all of it. Who and what I am, what is going on at home for both him and I, I am never going to let him leave me again. I won't let him be hurt again, not like he has been...

Honestly. I may not know it. But I know him already, on a deeper level than I'll ever know anyone ever again. He is what I've been searching for. He's my way out. And I want out. I want out. I want him out. I want him free too.

I purr to myself, this is what it feels like to be me. This is what it means to be free. This is what it means to not be caged. And I am so happy it was him who made me wake up, his scent, his movements, his voice, his eyes, his everything. It makes me feel wide awake. And... And... I never want to be in that haze again. But I know I will be the moment we start fighting, the moment the... the... the spell kicks in again. But, for a moment, I am okay being me... I just wish I could be all of me...

You Know Me Better Than I Know Myself - Thoughts:

[Role Play Excerpt- Character Analysis - OT]

WARNINGS: This piece involves implied abuse, suggested rape, adult themes, harsh language, and possible triggers. You have been warned, read at your own risk!

Disclaimer: I do not own the character Kevynn nor his parents, they belong to my RPing partner.

Will and William

I sip at the water, shaking my head. Somewhere inside me I decide he doesn't get it. He could never get it... If he did he wouldn't of dragged me away from Kevynn so quickly. I know he's nice, I know he's a good person, but if he got it he wouldn't of taken me away from the person I felt safe with... If he got it he wouldn't be insisting I sleep in the guest room... If he got it he would of taken me home so things wouldn't be worse when I went back...

If he got it...

He wouldn't of told me he got it. No one gets it. Not the way I do because... No one has my experiences. No one will ever get it, no matter how much I explain it, no matter how many times I could sing it or write it or draw it... No one will get it the way I do. You can experience something similar. But you don't understand just because of that.

And that certainly doesn't make me trust you anymore.

I'm not confused anymore. I know what I want and I know, as a person who's gone from the frying pan and into the fire, where I don't want to be... And its here. As safe and kind as they try to come a crossed... its just that, trying... Way too hard...

So I slowly drink the water, watching Kevynn's Mom's movements carefully. An evil you know you can react just fine too... But... An evil you don't know...? That's the truly terrifying thing. If I was in his shoes I wouldn't of freaked out, I would of continued what I was doing calmly, I wouldn't of assumed anything was wrong, I would of questioned my son on his mood and allowed him to come into the house... I wouldn't of charged over and scared both of the boys I was trying to help...

I wouldn't draw attention to the cowering one until I saw him relaxing. I wouldn't separate them unless it looked like my son was hurting the other, I can't know if its okay to even look at the other. I would address the hardships I can related to and understand, the child I raised to have a better life than I ever have had.

But who am I to question an adult? Out loud, never. Alone in my head? Sure. No one can get to me in here, especially not people who don't know me well enough to reach my expressions and body language. One glass of wine can kill pain, it can make me tipsy and more agreeable. But fear burns through alcohol like an actual fire.

I finish my glass and walk over to the sink, turn on the water to a warm-cool and reach for the hand soap. Then I carefully wash out the dish with the water and soap. It takes some time and I finally rinse it out the last time I lift it up and hold it upside down over the sink to let some of the excess water drip out. I look over at Kevynn's Mom, raising my head as I set the cup on the counter with the top down, "You don't understand. I wasn't panicking behind Master Kevynn until you came over and provoked him... I trust him, even if he were to raise a hand to me I would still trust him, I don't trust you..." And I turn, leaning against the counter, letting my gaze level on the man with a strength I normally don't gather up but I feel a serenity washing over me as I talk. "If you got it we wouldn't be alone here. You wouldn't be separating us... If he got it he wouldn't make it all about him, he wouldn't panic when I submit to him, he would accept me as I am... I tried to tell him as much already, but, people only hear what they want to..."

Warmth prickles at the corner of my eyes, water makes my vision blur but I hold my gaze level, "Nodding is a step forward to you and maybe it is, but I don't need your help. I really don't... I... I was scared because Kevynn almost woke up my Uncle and he brought me back here. He took me to a place he thinks is safe, but I've never felt more fear for someone right off the bat than when I met your husband, he's terrifying and I don't even know why. I... I... Living like I have, and maybe you can relate to this or maybe not, you pick up a sense for danger... Even you are setting off that danger sensor. And that's making me scared, more so than when Kevynn is angry... I can... I can... As long as he doesn't scream at me I can handle Master Kevynn, okay? Just..." I take a shaky, small breath, trying to keep the fear from taking control again. But I fail and I shift over to a corner, sliding down slowly. "... Leave me along, okay...?" With my sides pressed into the cabinets I feel the fear settling into something I can handle...

I wish I didn't leave my head phones and MP3 player back at home...

You Know Me Better Than I Know Myself - "Yes Master":

[Role Play Excerpt- Character Analysis - M]

WARNINGS: This piece involves abuse, suggested rape, adult themes, harsh language, and possible triggers. You have been warned, read at your own risk!

Disclaimer: I do not own the character Kevynn, he belongs to my RPing partner.

Will Vs William

The morning had been peaceful, its always quiet after a Friday night. Its always silent after Master and I have had breakfast. Usually its eggs, bacon, hash browns, spinach, and cheese between two pieces of toast. A really good start to the day, always a really good start to the day. Master is always careful with what we eat on the weekends, he likes to keep it the same always. Of course I also get to have a bowl of fruit with my meal and he orange juice. Today my bowl is strawberries... I do like strawberries, although these are a little stronger than normal and could use some sugar.

But I'm not allowed to get the sugar out unless cooking. And I'm not cooking. I should of sugared these before hand. All well. Master is watching me so I make sure to eat everything with a smile. He likes it when I smile, he says it reminds him of my Auntie. Master reaches out and pats my head, “Good boy.” A shiver runs down my spine, fear making my heart slow. But no. This isn't a bad touch, Master doesn't always touch me badly, sometimes he's really gentle. Sometimes he shows he--

Ow, ow, ow!

And sometimes he just likes pulling my hair, ow. I wince and whine slightly. But that gets my hair pulled harder, “You're not an animal, William. If you need to say something use your words!” I have to lean closer to lessen the pain, but he's waiting and still holding on, yanking again.

Ow, OW, OW!

“I-I'm sorry, Master! I won't do it again.”

That seems to satisfy him and he lets me go, his brown eyes like melted chocolate and his smile twists a knife in my chest. He likes when I submit, even if its just the slightest of things, he likes when he controls things. Besides. Master worked late last night, he's stressed... He probably wants to work out that stress on his day off...

A few hours later I find myself sitting at Master's feet, a brush running through my wet hair. We had just finished taking a shower after a long morning of various activities around the house. The place needed some fixing up and furniture needed to be moved. Now the place is spotless and our routine continues. Once a week we do things that would be akin to those that Auntie would of done. Dusting, cleaning, moving things around, brushing out my hair, and many more. But the brush is set on the coffee table.

“Up.”

I stand at the command, no hesitation. Master is not a man to be kept waiting.

“Turn.”

I turn towards him and he's smirking up at me, his milk chocolate colored eyes glinting with something dark in them. I see. Master wants to work out his stress now. He curls his fingers towards himself and I climb onto his lap.

“You know you've been a very Good Boy today. Right, Will?”

I nod.

“Use your words, William.”

I bite my lip, nervous a brief moment before I store the feeling away, “Yes, Master.” And he reaches up to pet my hair, this time the light tugging doesn't hurt and I flush lightly. Master knows things about my body I wish I didn't. “... Master?”

He gives my hair a slightly hard tug before releasing my hair and trailing his hand down my head to my neck which he also pets... I hate what he knows about me and then down to my shoulder. His hand stops there as his other comes to rest on my thigh.

I just barely keep my heart in check.

“Well, my sweet William, do you know what good boys get?”

I could think of hundreds of answers, thousands that wouldn't be the correct one. I can think of things I want the answer to be. I know what the answer is. But I slowly shake my head, “n-No, Master.” His hand on my thigh has started moving and I know I should be struggling, but he would just win anyways... And... He's not as rough when I don't struggle. Besides. He's going to be mad enough as it is due to his boss being a dick to him yesterday... “uh- AH! ma-Master? I... I need to tell you something!”

He pauses, frowning at me. His hand that had slipped back up to tangle in with he hair on the back of my head releases me and I internally sigh. He leans back, fixing me with a look of “well, will?” and I pause for a moment. I can't tell him that I'm going out tonight. No. I need to say something now though.

Um.

Um...

“I'm passing all of my classes now, Master.”

Chocolate colored eyes stare at me a moment before a real smile slips on his face. Its almost gentle and he places a hand on my cheek to stroke it with his thumb, “That's wonderful, William. Shall we celebrate?” I bite my lip again, not wanting answer right away.

After a moment I nod. “Yes, Master.” He waves for me to get off of him and I do. He stands, he's got at least a head of height on me, and he leans down. Our lips meet, my stomach churns, then he pulls away. Master then walks away.

“Go wait on my bed, William.”

“Yes, Master...”

By now Master has had three glasses of wine and I one. Just enough alcohol that the pain I had been feeling while he was rough was less, just enough where he didn't seem to care about the tears, just enough where I can see he's fallen asleep. Wiping away the tears I get up and take a quick shower, then I go find the brush. I had seen new bruises forming in the mirror and now I brush out my hair.

Back to my room I go, flick on my light, and find clothes. Long sleeves, loose pants all in greens and browns. I sigh and look out the window, the sun is starting to set, alright... Ma-Uncle should be asleep for the night. He rarely wakes up in the middle of the night... And even if he does he would assume I felt like sleeping in my bed... right...?

“Is this even a good idea...?”

I go to a corner and sit in silence. Any minute now Kevynn should show up. Any minute now... Any--

Something hits glass and I freeze, my heart pounding a million miles per hour in my throat. Then another. And another... Okay... That's the sound of rocks. Alright. Okay...

Stranding I go to the window and open it. “Shhh.” My voice is quiet, but it carries. “I'm coming down.” And I can't change my mind now... I have to go. I take a deep breath and go turn off my light. Then I head back to the window.

In theory I can climb down the tree next to my window... I haven't tried it before now. But... I reach out and grab onto a branch, pain from earlier shooting through me and the wine in my system almost making me miss the branch. But I grab on. From there its smooth sailing. I end up on the ground after a couple minutes of careful climbing.

On my feet, a little wobbly along with little shoots of pain, I smile to Kevynn. “Hey there, Superman. Ready for the date?”

Getting To Know Your Villain:

[Unsorted - World/Character Building - T]

Roses Are Red / Violets Are Blue

Rubies and Sapphires 

          X's POV

The world is a dark place, this never changes. For moments in time we see some shining light, but it isn't for everyone, its for the victors. To truly hold a light through out all the lands and with a brightness that will burn through every dark we would have to unify as a whole, become nothing more than a hive mind and work for the better of our Queen.

This is the world that seems to suit best, but we are too naive to see this. Instead we squander away the one thing that was graciously given to us by  some greater power. The gift of life, the gift of existence. We didn't have to be born, someone more worthy could have been. Yet we tramp on the lands and claim it as if we have any say in what nature wants. We still spill blood and give life to evils all over again. And we forever more clash in an endless battle against not just our inner demons but every other person's as well.

This is why I fight, because its through doing these evils that I can achieve not a limited peace. Rather, when I am through, I will appoint a Queen to guide us and I will submit to her divine will. The will of the all seeing, the all knowing, the all powerful. She will decide our lives for us, she will guide us and save us from all evils.

Its with this binding spell I wish to unite us on all fronts. I wish to save all races, all nations from the insanity they've built up over the years. I wish to bring forth the final age of peace. And with it an end to all battle, an end to all unneeded death, and an end the unwanted pain. We will be one and one will be us. Nothing separating us. Not religion, not color, not dialect, not species, nothing. When I complete this spell I will have saved everyone, everything from itself.

The only thing missing from my spell is a pure soul for our Queen. With a beauty that can enchant all and a wisdom to guide. For now let me find the one I will take as my Princess and one day crown as Queen...