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Kelly and Acacia

"What's a wingman?" Kelly is almost baffled by the statement given to him,"Wha-What?" He brings his hands to his head, deciding if he even wants to pull his hair out which he votes against, it was much too pretty for that. "Okay, A wingman is me." "You?" He almost stutters in response at the questioning," PFT! Yes, Me. I'm the guy that's going to set you up with a lucky gal or pal." Abit of his Napoleon complex kicks in as he stands at the tips of his feet, trying to make his point as he spoke up at his taller pupil. Acacia cheeks marbel in pink, his face in his scarf to hide the sudden shyness he was venting out. It had been such a long time yet it felt too soon to be doing this,"I-I don't think I'm ready. I thought you said we were just going to get a few drinks." "And we are." Kelly had told Acacia prior that they were going to get drinks, but not that he wanted to set him up on a date. It would do the unicorn prince some good; He was a nice guy, had charming looks, and one of those magnetizing personalities. "Look," he steps into Acacia's lane, holding a hand to yield him from walking any further," You don't have to do it, but maybe you should talk to some people hear and there. Maybe you'll find someone who catches your intrest." "I guess you're right. It wouldn't do anyone harm," Acacia presses a smile. He notices that they've coincidentally reached their destination. The hanging sign above read 'Tavern' and it had a stunning view of the layout just from outside; Acacia had the broad window to thank for that. Again, he's about to step in but Kelly keeps that hand of his in it's stead. What a small baker, he inwardly comments. Kelly tug off the winter hat that reveals a giant patch of brown that held tons of body. It needs a small tousel that Kelly provides with his own hands. "The most important thing-" pausing, he untucks the casual button up from the other's shirt and hitches the wooly coat before continuing,"The most important thing you've gotta note is to be yourself." "Be myself?" "Yeah! Now tell me you're handsome." Acacia does his best to stifle a laugh but to no avail, apart of him sheepish to even do so," Why?" "Confidence booster, It's simple." "Okay." He inhales,"I'm handsome." Kelly is quick to jab his fist at the healer," Say it with ya chest!" "I'm handsome!" "Atta Acacia, I'll give you a pass," Kelly waves, stepping back into the open door entrance where the two were immediately greeted with warmth that flushed their cold faces. The Bar had been more filled than Acacia immediately thought outside. Of course he was nervous. He wasn't the type to go person to person, holding a conversation but Kelly was right. All he had to do was be himself. Eventually the right person would show intrest," Kelly." "Yeah?" He leans over, his voice much softer than usual. The two whispering as some eyes burn holes into them. "I think I've got this." "You sure?" Acacia nods reassuringly, leaving Kellian standing in the middle of the hazy lit area. The Baker sighs, it's sympathetic but proud as well. He's glad Acacia is taking it upon himself to socialize and meet new people. Still, Kellian keeps a close eye on his friend, tracking the hint of yellow that stuck out of the coat Acacia decided on wearing. Rest assured, Kelly leans against the counter, pulling out his phone, scrolling through a the chat forum he was apart of. It had been an hour or so since his last active post. SynthHya: So I've just finished my lastest chapter PomPercy: Good Job, You're such a dedicated artist.☺️ InquisitorBell: Hand it over, I'm already showing symptoms of withdrawal AsheSandstorms: Not a good sign. InquisitorBell: Only Joking Old man PomPercy: 😏Gideon might say otherwise SynthHya: My Eyes. InquisitorBell: [InquisitorBell has logged off] SynthHya: 😂 PomPercy: Oh my. PomPercy: Wait! Comeback! SynthHya: I don't think he's coming back 😂 NoFace: Is it time to put Cannolis in Donuts, Ash? SynthHya: 💀😂 Nice one PomPercy: 😂😂😂😂😂😂 AsheSandstorms: [AsheSandstorms has logged off] "I'll have two glasses of Spicy vodka on rocks. One for me and the guy on his phone." Of course Kelly is quick to turn his attention to the voice next to him. His face, It had an indescribable expression. The only emotion that could be put to it was anger, not really geared towards him, but at something far greater. "Uh?" "The man you came in with, he mean something to you?" Damn, Well that was strait to the point. Acacia caught himself a fish. Kelly's ear perks up, in full intrest, a smile creeping on his face at the guy who had to be about the same age as he,"Friend of mine," he takes the glass that is place infront of it, just barely bringing the edge to his lips,"Interested? He's a really nice-" A hand reaches out to take a hold of the wrist just before Kelly could even take a drink. Heat radiating from the touch, skin intaking some of the growing flame. The man's hair almost seemed to grow more vibrant than ever. Brown? Gold? Orange? He couldn't put a color to it but they reminded him of marigolds. Kelly's face darkness, and he's not his usually cheery self, certainly not the sweet baker boy everyone knew so well,"Might wanna let go, Handsome. Now is not the best time." "Let go? Now why would I do that when I can cook you here and now," Jie matches the threating tone, his voice lowering a few octaves as he spoke into the Misfit's ear. A small smile twists into Kelly's lips, wincing only slightly as the burning flames of his new acquaintance's hand began to sear at his fair skin."Well," He gambles," You don't want to hurt Acacia, what if he get's in the mix. Whose's to blame?" Much to his dismay, Acacia's friend was right. His own abilities though powerful were not all that tameable and thus he had some troubles controlling them to their full extent. Acacia was probably the only person he cared deeply for. "Smartly said," Jie admits, releasing his grip," Next time, you won't be so lucky." "And the last thing you want to do is underestimate me." Jie makes his leave, tucking both his hands in his pockets and exiting the Tavern with a growing smirk on his face," We'll see about that." Whoever he was had to have some sort of connection or relation to Acacia. It alarmed Kelly and raised a couple of flags. How could they possibly know each other? he wonders, rubbing the bubbling skin in his wrist. "Kelly." "Y-yeah?" He almost shoots out his chair and brings the sleeve down to hide the burn. Acacia is surpise with how unsettled Kelly had been just now, he seemed fine when he left him about fifteen minutes ago," You alright?" "...I'm fine."

#kelly huang #acacia kwon #canon plotline #author pat

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Hades and Percy

Hades had just finished running out each glass under hot water. It was just a matter of drying each one and placing them back under the counter. "Let me lend you hand." The bartender smirks, tossing a towel in the direction of the voice without bothering to look. He continues to dry rocks glasses, paying special attention to each one. Kangdae snatches the towelette in mid air with a roguish smile gracing the features that caught the heart of the slightly younger male, Sanghyun. "Buisness today-" Hades chokes a chuckle out," Yeah tell me about it. I had a couple of barfers and a few women slide me generous tips." The owner nods, stowing the glassware in it's proper spot. "Were they cute?" "Guess you could say that." "Cheating on me already?" A voice calls out, climbing down the stairs with a plate in hand and a computer in the other. It was Sanghyun, the betrothed and soon to be married misfit who co founded The Good Vibe. Kangdae pivots around his heels, stealthily whipping the towelette at Sanghyun's ass in one swift motion. The gesture irritates the other who sets both his items on the counter and goes to ball his fist and hit Kangdae on the Chest. The blow knocks the air out of Kang but he only proceeds to wrap his arms around the fussy man, sealing a kiss between the two as an apology. "Get a room," Hades groans, flaring his noses and the sight of PDA. Romance wasn't something he was particularly accustomed to with the whole touch of death thing he had going on. Pulling apart, Sang smirks deviously at the brooding male and sneaks in one kiss, and then another all while locking eyes with the disgusted bartender. His eyes then loom over to the slender figure up on the stage with his nose deep in a smaller than normal black notebook. Sanghyun didn't talk to much people but if he did, it would be Kangdae, Hades and–," Hey Percy, How's the music writing coming along?" Hades catches a glimpse of lighter than fair hair that has become all too familiar. He's pretty and stands and inch or two shorter than him which doesn't make Hades feel all too horrible about his height. There was little he knew about the man but he did take notice and for a very long time he watched, figuring out how to muster the courage to say 'hello' or ask 'how are you doing'. Percy waves, greeting the trio with a brief smile and closing his journal with a snap of his hand, leaping off the stage. His muse was there and his chest thumped wildly. The closer he approached them, the more he seemed to forget what he had wanted to say or even how to introduce himself and it's too late; Percy had his chance to stay where he was at or run head first into the resting room to question his sanity but then again, if he skipped out on this opportunity, would he ever get another chance? Sliding a plate down the cherry finish of the counter, Sanghyun winks at the club singer and follows with a thumbs up," I know you've been hard at work. Figured I'd make you some roast beef sandwiches. There's enough for both you boys." "And you didn't make me any?" Kangdae dramatically sulks, pulling away from their embrace."I'm partially hurt." "Shut up. I'll make you some when you get your ass upstairs, and-" Sanghyun laces his arms around Kang's shoulder, bringing him in so that lips met an ear. Both Percy and Hades observe as Kangdae's face rises in all shades of red and remains tongue tied. Whatever Sanghyun had said, prompted Kangdae to push a giggling Sanghyun into the door he came from and send the two tumbling up the stairs. "What an exit, huh?" Percy straitens up, and nods, pink cheeked himself like when his mother use to pinch his cheeks to bring color into them as a boy. "Oh! I guess it was rather extravagant," He speaks, though it sounded more of like a squeak that he somehow managed to push past his throat. "I'll tell you what," Hades begins, a bit bashful on the offer he was going to give the white prince," I'll make you a drink and you tell me about yourself." He brings out a cocktail mixer and a glass, setting them down before him. Percy has never has a drink before and he was of age, but the former tea gatherer never found the time nor place; He didn't say anything about this being his first, not wanting to ruin the special moment so he sits there, legs crossed and anxious. "Maintenant, ce qui est un bel homme comme vous faites ici seul à cette heure de la nuit ? " Hades asks in a languages that was nothing like english. He quickly smiles, eyeing the way Percy sat there, cocking his head in confusion. In his eyes though, there was a twinkle of satisfaction arising. Hades knew that. After a good couple of months of working as a bartender, reading a customers face became significantly more easier; He knew when one was infatuated, tired, or just having a rough day all by just looking at the eyes, and he could read more if he took time to examine other features. "Don't answer that," he adds, waving off a gloved hand. "I couldn't even if I wanted to."Shrugging, Percy rests his arms and takes a bite off the roast beef sandwich left for him; As he eats, Percy eyeballs the mysterious man collecting ingredients to make this drink: some included of vodka and Pom juice. "Good." "What does that mean?" "It means you don't need to worry about it." Percy huffs a breath in defeat, blowing on the locks of hair that covered his loving eyes."I thought you were a nice guy," Hades poors a concoction down into the shaker, and seals it shut, giving it a shake,"And I am a nice guy, but I can also be a tease when I want to." Was he flirting? Hades was asking himself this question because it was unlike him but no one caught his eye like this one. Wow was all Percy could think of. When he saw Hades initially, he took him on to be more of a quiet guy or that seemed to be what he tried to pass by. "A tease? I don't know about that. Some would call it flirting, Mister." He laughs out the last part, staring at both his thighs as he'd rather not look into the eyes that always proved to bring him to a flustered state. "Call me Hades." There's a long interval of silence when finally, the flower boy answers, "Percy." "Percy?" At first Hades is stunned, it was too good to be true," Either that's ironic or you're fucking with me. But seeing as you're one of the sweetest people I've had the chance to meet, I'd say it's just fate." While all suppremly flattered at then plesanties of Hades' words his mind could help but marvel on about the drink that was just served to him. Percy stares at it, feverishly licking his lips at how delectable the substance appeared. "It looks like Velvet." "Yep. Pomegranate Cosmo. I made this one up myself. Tell me if you like it." Hades informs, whipping the towel he user prior over his shoulders. Percy admires it for a few more moments until his apprehensive lips waste no more time in urging him to take a drink. He does and for his first drink, he is beyond gland the the taste of Vodka lives shortly. A burning sensation runs down his neck and to his chest, permiating heat. "It's delicious. Would it be too much if I asked for another one?" "Nonsense, My job as a bartender is to please the customer." Hades assures, double taking Percy's figure.

#persephone #hades #canon plotline #author pat

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Oka Muramasa

Name: Oka Muramasa  Alias/Nicknames: Swordfish  Chatname: RighteousBlade Age: 26 Height: 5'9 Weight: 132 Birthdate: December 12 Family: unnamed parents Affiliation: The Underground ( Currently) Occupation: Right Hand of The Underground( Currently) Abilities:  Energy Ability- Muramasa is able to manipulate energy in it’s purest form and has proven to be uncontrollable and destructive when it's not focused through objects such as his sword for example. He absorbs/attracts energy from the nature itself although it's not the same with people.  Unique Traits: His got a lot of scarring around his right arm, a less pleasant reminder of how he had almost lost it. He has not vision at all in his left eye.

Oka Muramasa has a Japanese father and a Korean mother who had named him in hopes that he would achieve more than they had and live through all his good achievements they had hoped he would do in the future. It had been a cruel sense of irony that he would take after his namesake more than his parents were hoping for when he was eight he had became ill although he had survived the near death experience he had lost sight completely in his left eye. During his recovery his father told him stories about the history of Date Muramasa and at a young impressionable age he had wanted to grow up like him. He was given a practice sword and a tutor the moment he was allowed to move outside again and eventually it had not just been because he wanted to be like the guy he was named after but because he had actually enjoyed what he was being taught and so he had kept it up. He had become somewhat of a vigilante to the city he lived in as he helped people unable to defend himself.

During the time he had turned sixteen he had discovered his energy ability defending a young misfit child against M.E.R.C.Y agents by managing to move energy into his sword and using it to dispatch the agents. Muramasa would practice alone for a while until he had been able to work up the nerve to tell his current sensei what he had done. Instead of offering advice his teacher told him to turn himself in but because of how long his parents had been hiding him unknowingly that was never a choice. He has called unhonourable as he was forced into a fight one which he was not prepared to win and wouldn't of if his father hadn't taken the mentor he been trained by for years and killed him. Muramasa fled the country and traveled to the mountains to continue to train his powers by the people that lived up there. It wasn't for four years that he would make his way make to society.

Muramasa and Mercer pretend they met somewhere more exciting but it was pretty casual with Muramasa being given an offer to join The Underground by a chance meeting atThe Cherry Tree and him eventually climbing the ranks to being Mercer’s partner in the field.

- Muramasa has only killed two people when it was a fight he started himself. Any other kills that he has done was out of necessity and there was no other way around it or to protect the lives of innocents or his teammates. - He has a collection of tea bags and has plenty of them around his room - Muramasa likes old samurai movies that some of the others seem to have a dislike for  - Bear would be his favourite if he had to pick a favourite due to similar backgrounds and his generally into giving him tea whenever he drops by along with Fox - Masamune seems to call him his rival and he does humour him but there's not denying that he has certain feelings for the assassin although it's not his fault sometimes he regrets that he couldn't stop Masamune from chasing after power like he once considered doing.

#character bio #muramasa oka #the underground alliance #revisited character #fc - seungri

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Hyacinth and Coyote

Hyacinth hadn't been speaking much, to anyone really. There were chapters to put out and comissioned art to get done. Sometimes he was so far behind, he'd spend days on end trying to catch up. The life of a web artist and misfit was tough to balance but all his friends understood, Coyote understood, because it was what he loved to do most.

Last night, however, was a bismal and apart of him wanted to fling his computer out the window and down the fire escape of his apartment, but he didn't. If it hadn't been Coyote, who accompanied him even as the promising artist worked in bed, he would have called it quits. At his side, Coyote stayed, quite as a pin drop just studying him closely as Hyacinth worked his magic. The telekinetic didn't even ask him to stay.

While the others were well past asleep, he remembered the door creaking open just enough so  Coyote could get through and come snuggling in his sheets like a shivering puppy dog. Neither of them exchanged word; One worked while the other watch. The feeling of another warm body took some getting use to but soon enough, it became a sense of comfort and protection of some sort, one that Hyacinth needed for so long. Not the familial kind but the lover's comfort and with it.

He didn't know what time he slept at or what time he finished, but Hyacinth was all caught up. That took a load off his shoulders and finally, he could relax. Aside him, the sheets layed wrinkled and still held some warmth which meant that Coyote was near bye and had just woken up from his slumber. Where? He didn't know yet.

"Coyote?"

No response. Hyacinth probes around his bed room, running the his fingers through the wavy mess of pink hair he gained while tossing and turning all night. "Coyote," he calls again, slipping out the quilt he handmade himself with Acacia in their youth.

His feet allow for the floor boards to croak at each step, speaking it's true age as he tip toed to the kitchen space. It was remarkably quiet for a sunday morning; Usually there was a racket of noises at this time of day, but he heard nothing, only subtle snoring. Before he could check out the source of the snore, Hyacinth spots a note written in some sort of crappy and barely legible blue.

Keung, Tiger( with much effort), and I went out for some sunday brunch. We won't be long.   -Love, Acacia

Of course he'd leave a note; Acacia wouldn't have wanted Hyacinth to worry. There was also this poorly drawn unicorn at the corner of the paper that was more than proof that this was indeed from him. Setting the paper down, Hyacinth takes a step at a time, careful not to wake who ever the small snores belong to till he got to the living room and realized it was only Bellamy, fast asleep on the sofa. He wouldn't wake up till it was noon, but it didn't hurt to check up on Bell. Nudging the demon in a unicorn onsie, Hyacinth hopes it's enough to wake the other up but he hardly opens a eye. Even with his snickering, Bell doesn't wake up. "God you look awful in Acacia's onsie," he chokes in laughter. Those two held a sorta similar sibling bond, sorta like their own except Bell was an actual spawn of satan unlike him.

Bell tosses in his sleep, clinging on to the decorative cushion as barely audiable words spilled past his lips,"Don't let the Pancakes Burn, Patch"

"Patch?" Hyacinth didn't know much of who that was but he figured it was just nonsense,"Goof."

He'd knock on Gideon's door later to come pick Bell up, but in the mean time, He was still playing this game of cat and mouse with Coyote. The last place to check was his art room and thank the heavens the time leaper was there, focused on painting a canvas like the god he was. Sometimes he didn't know if Coyote did things on purpose or was completely numb to the fact that painting while shirtless had Hyacinth's eyes glued on to his physique. "Coyote-–?w-what are you doing?"

Whirling around, Coyote's face brightens by shades and his smile easily creases wrinkles on to his cheeks."Good Morning to you too." He returns to finger painting and sqeezes the remaining red on to his fingers and smearing every inch of white.

Damn, that was going to be some money he was going to have to use to replace the paint but Hyacinth couldn't blame a curious mind like that. "What are you painting?"

Coyote brings his hand to his chin and rubs thoughtfully, smearing colors on his face in the process. "I don't know?" He steps aside, allowing the other to see for himself,"What do you think?"

"Well," Hyacinth begins, examining the painting. If anyone looked at the painting at first glance, they would say it was just a mess of colors, but Hyacinth appreciates the thought put into it. The red contrasts against the darker colors behind it, flaring out of control and popping out the canvas as if it were to swallow him. It almost looks like–like fire. There's tons of black and the more he looks like it, the more it looks like a city, a city engulfed by flames.  

I Will watch this world burn into ashes and rebuild it again if I have to

Old words from an old friend, a brother, still had this effect on him and they boiled him. Why couldn't Jie get the senses knocked back into him. Why couldn't he just come home and just S t o p.

"Hya? What's wrong?" Coyote calls, cupping the round face pouty face in his hands.

The telekinetic flushes, not noticing how close Coyote stepped in till painted skin made contact with his own. His eyes lull closed and his hands brace around Coyote's wrists feeling a sense of security wash over him again,"It's nothing. Sometimes I just get these deep thoughts and certain things trigger them: memories more so."

"Do you care to talk about them?"

Hyacinth turns away, starring down at the woodwork,"I Don't know."

"Then allow me to take it out your mind," Coyote smirks, knowing that though Hyacinth was put in a sour mood, he couldn't forcibly make him speak about what he didn't want to speak so instead, he'd make him forget.

"Please do," Hyacinth replies, leaning back abit, more so than he thought that they both went falling to the ground beneath them.

Breaking into laugh, Coyote rests both forearms on either side of his head, just inches away from their lips touching. His breath brushes the feathery bangs away from the bambi eyed man and then stops as he is taken away by the natrual youth and beauty that Hyacinth gives off. "We're not even training and somehow you still end up on the ground."

Hyacinth is smart, training with Coyote has made him stronger and the word that drift to his ear boost his ego; Quickly, he uses the time leaper's weight against him, sending him to the ground. With Hyacinth on top, he takes the liberty to shove Coyote's earlier comment down his throat with pleasantries to his ear,"I know you like me being on the bottom, but I always preferred to be on top."

"Really?" Coyotes huffs, inching his fingers towards another set and locking them tight," I have to disagree."

"Oh really?" Hyacinth still seated comfortably, guides the time leaper's battle worn hands and leads them to his hips, inclined to prove him wrong. It always occurred to him that Coyote knew all to little when it came to showing love and maybe it was his job to show him. Well that all sounded wrong in his head but he meant it in a genuine way. Honestly.

Coyote too feels that warm sensation in his chest, the one he always got when Hyacinth did something special just for him or looked at him a certain way. These feelings explodes and as he sat down, all he wanted was to press his lips against Hyacinth's own pair just like in the movies they watched together on long nights when Coyote wanted nothing more than to be with him. Their lips just skate by each other, grazing for one memorable moment till a loud crunch interupts the intimate and fervant look that both men give each other; Out on the doorway stands Bell with a ear to ear smile, barely able to make out his eyes with the hoodie covering his face, eating a bowl of Keung's favorite cereal,"Oh dude–don't mind me, I'm just watching."

Groaning in annoyance, Hyacinth buries his face into the crane of Coyote's neck, hiding the umbearable flush that covers his face."I hate you."

#coyote lee #hyacinth haung #canon plotline #author pat

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Kerberos and Rue

Kerberos flips through the key chain with the hand he had avaliable, searching for the exact key to the door. Before he had allowed a certain guest to make his stay at his home, the key chain was relatively empty but the little red wolf had managed to decorate it with charms of sorts. It takes him a moment to find the key he is looking for but once he does, he is able to make his way into his own home, kicking off his boots into into some unknown corner of the high-rise.

"Rue,"he calls, his voice echoing to the spacious area far enough to reach the stairs that hit the end of the wall and lead up to their bedroom. It was unsual to not have the young misfit tackle Kerberos to the ground like a linebacker once he came home; In fact, it was too quiet and that meant one of two things: Either Rue has gotten himself into some mischief while he was gone, or Rue was still sleeping. By now, Kerberos was well acquainted with him and his stay has taught the M.E.R.C.Y Agent many things, things that weren't and could not be described in his profile like Rue's favorite color, or what he liked to eat.

He treads across the high gloss floors and rests the box on the expensive cherry finished counter that probably costed more than what minimum waged laborers made in a year. He sets the paper bag he also carried aside the brown box. In it was a couple of meats and spices he considered using for dinner tonight. It was a mighty fine day to make steak with the expensive Kobe beef he purchased at the market, one of the contents within the paper bag, and maybe join it with well seasoned potatoes as well as some well aged wine.  Licking his lips, Kerberos drums his fingers in a domino effect against the wood, and looms over with his eyes to the connected living room. Everything was in it's place and not even the video games Little Red enjoyed so much were touched. Not even a single hand print on the window that served as walls was clear. The poor maid of his home always made sure to have them clean every time she paid a visit. They always came from Rue as he had a habit of pressing both his hands and his face against the windows, longing to be outside. Kerberos decides to head over to the bedroom but not before he rummages through the refrigerator at takes two bottles of beer in one hand while carrying the box in his other.

The steps he climbs match the floor: Black. It's startling to think that it might be so dark that if you weren't careful, you'd possibly slip and that it's self was a nightmare on it's own. Just like he thought, Kerberos found a bump underneath the thick sheets upon sheets of vermilion that he bought while in his stay in China. He sets the box on a chair, discarding of the pants that draped over the seat before hand. "Rue, It's nearly evening and you haven't woken up." There is still not even the slightest of responses. "Rue," Kerby calls out, pulling away the sheets to expose the pale figure in to the last glimpses of the light from the sun. There was still an hour or two left before night dawned on them best for the wolf boy to get some sunlight before it went dark.

When the light hits and the cold brushes against the bare legs that Kerberos had some responsibility in exposing, Rue shrivels up and grimaces at Kerby's actions, bring his knees to his chest and his nose against one of the bulky sweatshirts he stole from his roommate. "I am a creature of the night. I don't need the sunlight. Let me sleep," he mumbles, reaching out for the blankets with a blind hand.

"I guess you don't want to know what's in this box. What a shame, I was hoping you'd like it," he guilts. Kerberos sets open of the beers down on a dresser and opens one, sending the cap flying to the other side of the room.

Rue's bloodshot eye flicker open and he is on his ass, looking around the room till he spots the mysterious box that he crawls to on all fours, not caring about his over all appearance or the mess he had on his head. The smell that wafts from it feels familiar and because of the nostalgia that radiates from it, Rue reaches out to open the cover of the box.

"Not just yet," Kerberos scolds, smacking Rue's hand away in a light tap

He growls, exposing the sharp canines because of the action, not really enjoying the fact that it made him feel like a bad puppy. Rue was all the good and more, and only slightly mischievous and troublesome like a young wolf who hated being told what to do." Why not?"

"Have a drink with me before you do," Kerberos insists, handing him the open beer," And put some pants."

"I'm not putting pants but you don't have to ask me twice about the beer," Rue states, taking away the beverage from the other's hand and walking to the bed in a almost teasing and provocative way. He takes a seat, crosses his legs, and takes a sip of the malted substance, allowing it to waves past his lips and down his throat.

Kerberos takes the second of the two bottles and opens it for himself, hearing it fizzle down from all the compression that it was relieved of. " Remember when we first met."

Rue lowers the drink slowly, eyes meeting Kerby in wonderstruck with why he was bring up the subject so randomly. "I do." he responds,"But what of it?" For some reason, mention or thought of that time made him feel helpless, and it wasn't Kerberos' fault for that but he hated the whole damsel in distress plot; With the situation he was in, Rue had no other choice but to rely on Kerberos. He liked Kerberos for helping him but he hated himself for being helpless. Weird how that worked.

Wasn't the answer the Agent was exactly looking, and his first actual act of kindness felt as if it were foiled. "I didn't want to speak much of the subject but I came across something that reminded me of you, that reminded me of that day."

"What of me being helpless?" he barks, standing on his feet, pink cheeked as anger flashes over him.

He wasn't regarding the whole helpless act, but the Rue seemed to have a little fire in him that helped him persevere and bring him this far, hell it caught Kerberos off guard and little did Rue know he had him at his pinky because of it, because if there was anything he admired it was someone as Persevering and Strong both mentally and Physically like Rue. "I wasn't referring to that." he reassures, stepping towards the box and reaching in for the surprise,"This thing I got though, It reminded me of how much of a fight you put up." He pulls out a tawny fuzz that was only slightly bigger than his hand,"The local veterinary was going to put him to sleep. His mother died and they didn't have the funds to take care of him but he's was putting up a fight to stay alive." Kerberos makes his way to Rue, holding on to the unnamed wolf pup by the fat of his neck and handing him over to Rue who was saucer eyed and in love. "I paid them a handsome amount and thought you'd be the best person to tend to him."

"He's a runt," Rue comments, setting down his drink and hurrying to the sleepy eyed sweetheart who held his tail between his legs and shivered. Motherly instincts kick in and the his hands cradle the whimpering pup inbetween his hands. Embarrassment flushes his cheeks from the outburst he had before hand and he felt improper for behaving towards the gentleman in such a manner. "Kerberos I'm-"

"It's alright. I understand," he exhales, delighted that Rue was content with the gift," I hope you have a good name picked out for him. He's yours responsibility now. Figured it would keep you from staining those windows with your filthy paws."

Rue flushes momentarily, tracing his finger up and down the chest of the tiny beast then nuzzling his nose against the dark muzzle as an excuse to hide the growing red on his face." I have a few in mind"

#wolfe rothenburg #rue choi #canon plotline #author pat

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Achaion Ezekiel

Name: Ezekiel Achaion Alias/Nicknames: Zeke Chatname: CacklingCactus  Age: 26  Height: 5′9″ Weight: 169 Birthdate: September 25 Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois Family: Unnamed parents Affiliation: Wanderlust( Currently) Occupation: Manager( Currently) Abilities: Shapeshifting- Zeke is able to shift into any number of animal from land animals to ones to live in the sky and also the ocean, there is no limitations to what he can change his shape into as long as it at one point existed on earth, therefore it's not out of his grasps to turn into things like the dinosaur species since at one point they had existed.

Born in an unhappy marriage as the last chance to actually make it work between his parents and continued to try and save their marriage to be good parents after he was born, a feat which did not succeed. They split he went back and forth between the home his mother had made for herself in France, Paris and wherever his father had settled down at the time. He spent a month living with each of them and spent most of his life bouncing from place to place constantly. As a child he quietly despised this and quickly started acting down, for the most part getting away with this behaviour as both his parents thought the situation they were putting him through was the cause for this - which technically speaking it was. He managed to get himself in trouble when his father had been living in Korea. Ezekiel had ended up indebted to a very dangerous person that had been threatening to expose to M.E.R.C.Y that he was a Misfit if he didn't pay up due to this situation he had met Kangdae who he would keep talking to as he moved back and forth.

Zeke didn't have many friends when it came down to it later on either they weren't the type of people he wanted to continue to associate with or they eventually drifted apart, the longest friendships his had are with Kangdae and Sean. This was one of the reasons he accepted when Kangdae asked him if he could manage his nightclub Wanderlust in Paris, France for him as he managed the club he ended up becoming close with the others working there with him.

- His chatroom user used to be mcDJ but somehow it ended up being changed and he couldn’t figure out how to change it back considering regardless of what he tried it ended up going back to CacklingCactus - Ironically one of the people working at one of the other nightclubs Kangdae owns has the ability to shift into people. - His able to speak many different languages picked up from all the places that he moved to, most of them aren’t beyond conversational levels though. He wished to stay independent as a teenager and therefore while he acted out he still managed to gain knowledge. - His father was a businessman and he ended up with the know how to run a business, another reason why he was asked to run Wanderlust for Kangdae. - He has personally picked out everyone that works at Wanderlust and trusts them completely, he is equally as protective of each of them and considering they are all Misfits like him it’s a concern. - After being saved he threw his energy into more creative projects he tried his hand at both a rap career and a dj career both of which he will never talk about unless his incredibly wasted.

#character bio #ezekiel achaion #wanderlust alliance #fc - oscar isaac #revisited character

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Nam Murphy

Name: Murphy Nam Alias/Nicknames: None Yet Chatname: Lyrium Age: 23 Height: 5'8 Weight: 132 Birthdate: December 7th Birthplace: Chicago, Illinois Family: Unnamed Grandfather Affiliation: Eight Aces( Currently) Occupation: Lighting Technician( Currently) Abilities: Psionic Materialization- Murph's ability is to manifest his psychic energy into tools or weapon or psychic cloaks. While they do not physically harm you to a certain point, they can mentally. Things like his Psionic Bow and Arrow or psionic blasts and cause the foe to become mentally and physically paralyzed where ever the victim is touched; Murph emphasizing that his ability, 'Mentally cuts' you. His ability visually glows in the color of blue like the sliver of blue crystal on the center of his forehead Unique Traits: The sliver takes the form of a small blue diamond like material that is always hidden by a beanie hat he wears, when it is activated, various of glowing cyan marks become visible through out his body and they curl beautifully. He also has a stripe of a pale blue strand of hair along his bangs, evidently because that blue shard on his head.

Murphy left in the hands of his grandfather, after his mother gave him up and left him on his father's door. Murph's Grandfather described his daughter as young and reckless and too in love to take ownership of her responsibilities and he assumed that he left Murphy because of how different he looked. Both Murphy's parents abandoned him and left him to his grandfather who raised him well and did his best to blend the young boy in, informing Murph that it was always important to wear his hat, even in school. They moved around often to avoid suspicion and Murph never really fit in with the crowd so he was subjected to bullying often and when his abilities were compromised, they'd move town again. He has moved so much that his grades were not sufficient enough to get him into a good enough college which took him to working in many commercial stores and restaurants that caused him misery. His grandfather struggled enough with money as it is and The moving from state to state has done that. They couldn't afford for Murph to expose himself again. There were so many bills that were pass due and they were already threatened to be kicked out of their apartment. The stress hit Murph's grandfather really hard and because of it, and he suffered from a massive stroke that he would only come to find out about after being fired from his Job and coming home late at night after spending his time at a club where he poured his story out to a woman named Juno. What pained Murphy about his death was that it was so sudden and he never got the change to even say goodbye and with not enough money to pay for a funeral, Murphy had to resort to a cremation. With the left over money, Murphy Traveled to Niagara falls and threw his ashes there. Upon coming back home, he came across Juno once more who offered him a Job at the Eight Aces. He works there as a lighting technician and provides all sorts of colorful lights for the club.

- he wears a mood ring -Murphy eats a shit ton - With the crystal on his head, Murphy wears a lot of hats, particularly the beanie - He's be working on his archery since he was very young, one could say that Murphy is a really good shot - when he sees someone being victimized or harmed, Murphy has a habit of stepping in - Wishes Juno was like the mom he had, she acts like a sort of big sister/mother - many say his ability as visually beautiful but he doesn't think so - the last job he worked at, Murph had the ugliest uniform. It was orange and red and it had a ton of stripes. he hates working at fast food restaurants. - Hates talking about family. He has none left. - His grandfather gave him the name - he threw away the last picture of his mother. He despises her and after seeing that she was raising a normal family, he couldn't handle it emotionally - Murphy is clinically diagnosed with depression and takes medication for it. Often times, he hates taking it and so he 'forgets'

#character bio #murphy nam #eight aces alliance #fc - jin

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Ambresin Cullen

Name:  Cullen Ambresin Alias/Nicknames: He has gone by many names Chatname: CommanderCullen Age: 520( Appears to be in Mid-Twenties) Height: 5"11 Weight: 181 Birthdate: April 19, 1496 Birthplace: Cardiff, Wales Family:  Rosalind Ambresin( Mother; Deceased)              Winston Ambresin( Father; Deceased)              Laura( Wife; Deceased) 1520-1535              Mieko( Wife; Deceased) 1612-1660              Lawrence( Lover; Deceased) 1701-1730              Kenshin( Lover; Deceased) 1942-1981 Affiliation: Wanderlust( Currently) Occupation: Blacksmith( Previously)                        Traveler( Previously)                      Soldier( Previously)                        Bouncer( Currently) Abilities: Immortality- Once reaching a certain age, Cullen ceased to age. He is immune to an mental and physical illnesses and/physical attacks: This includes poisons and drugs as well meaning that he does regenerate any wound inflicted on him. Unique Traits: He has heterochromia in one of his eyes, while his right eye appears blue and the left seems to be part blue and brown. Many people notice this trait and are quick to point out how unique and pretty they look. His skin is also flawless and there is no scar or mark on any inch of his body

For the most part, Cullen was raised in a healthy homestead with good parents who raised and loved him well. His father was a blacksmith and well known for his skill in making a good blade and many from all around Europe came to have their swords created the master blacksmith. Winston's apprentice was none other than Cullen himself and Like his father, he was skilled a smithing; Actually, even better at it. When his father passed on, the Shop was passed down to Cullen who kept the place running. With the job, he made a fortune and rivaled all the other smith shops in town. When he settled down, Cullen decided to marry his childhood sweetheart, Laura, who had supported his dreams and choices since he could remember. While being the most famous and well payed smith in the city, Cullen recieved hatred for causing other smithing shops to go out of buisness. After a long day at the Pub with his wife, The couple was ambused and brutally stabbed multiple times, leaving the two for dead. Nothing happened to Cullen, the wounds healed and closed up well and for a long time he wondered why it had to Laura and why not him. The  sight of watching her die hit him with more guilt and no matter how many times he had attempted suicide, Cullen would get back up as nothing had happened. He left Cardiff and decided on traveling around the world, meeting new people, making new friends and falling in love all over again. The most painful part out of all these beautiful experience with the new people he met was watching them all die or age. As of now, he resides in a apartment in Paris, France, working as a Bouncer for the Nightclub Wanderlust.

-He can't have children - Daenim calls him the immortal peach - He has served in a couple of battles to include the civil war, the first and second world war, Korean War, and Vietnam War - he's knows a thing or two about fencing - Cullen's home still has a ton of things he use to own way back in the day from paintings to clothes and pictures. His home is like one big museum - He is close friends with Daenim, Evie, and Ezekiel - Prefers to live alone rather that dorm with people. Cullen has way too much personal stuff - He has gotten to meet people like Shakespeare, Beethoven, Oscar Wilde, etc and that's just some to name. - Cullen has picked up a ton of skills in his years living and done everything under the book. - He's learned a handful of Martial arts, namely, Judo and Taekwondo -Cullen is also proffecent in speaking, reading, and writing in several languages, including English, French, Japanese, Korean, and Farsi. - He enjoys tales of knights and chilvary -Evie and Daenim are the only people who have actually got a chance to look in his apartment.

#cullen ambresin #wanderlust alliance #fc - dominic sherwood #character bio

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Watson Evie

Name: Evie Watson Alias/Nicknames:  Tempest Chatname: Raiden Age: 29 Height: 5"6 Weight: 126 Birthdate: December 16 Birthplace: Unknown Family:  Unknown Affiliation: Wanderlust( Currently) Occupation: Electrical Technician( Previously)                     Co-Manager( Currently) Abilities: Evie can create, shape, manipulate electricity, and channel a form of energy resulting from the movement of charged particles, allowing control over electric fields, all charge carriers, electronics, and electromagnetic forces. Anything that contains a source of electricity is all game for Evie and the more electricity she absorbs, the stronger her attacks become till she has to recharge again. She is capable of many feats such as bolts and electric blasts. Unique Traits: She happens to statically shock people from time to time and it's something she can't help so people have to learn to get use to it. Sometimes her hair happens to fly upward when she is around negatively charged areas

For the most part, Evie was a smart, awkward girl growing up who grew up in a big city and didn't have many friends. What set her apart from most was her interest and dedication to actually going to college. Her mother didn't have much money so Evie had to work twice as hard to get scholarships and work her ass off especially in France where she was already outcast for not being a native of the country. To pay for the rest of her tuition, Evie decided to work part time at a Electrical substation. There was a minor malfunction and she along with her crew members decided to check out the situation. After loosing balance on a lift, Evie fell over the main transformer and was shocked beyond what the human being was capable of withstanding except she survived with nothing but a twisted ankle and left her works stunned and believing that she should be dead. After the reports of the incident were filed in, M.E.R.C.Y Agents took notice and were quick to ambush the hospital and take Evie in. At the same time Evie was experiencing abnormalities with herself such as sapping the monitor and room of Electricity and frying the television from across the room. She heard the commotion from down the hall and after they caught sight of her, she knew it was her time to run. After escaping and injuring a few Agents, Evie found her self under the protection of her friend Ezekiel

-She is the one who gave Buck Intel about his missing son after much internet surfing and speaking to contacts in the Asia's  and since then, they've kept in touch - She owns a semi fat Ragdoll cat called Amenti - She's fond of cheap spicy ramen noodles - She speaks good French - Evie loves memes - like a cat, she's enjoys snooping around when she finds things curious -Thinks Cullen and her friend Daenim are generally the worst Bouncers since they kick more ass rather than mediate fights -She knows Ezekiel after running into him after a couple of his shows - she and Kangdae play online games and talk often through Bluetooth -curses like a sailor

#evie watson #wanderlust alliance #fc - krysten ritter #character bio

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Shen Xing

Name: Shen Xing Alias/Nicknames: Xuan Wu, Dark Warrior Chatname: BlackTortoise Age: 28 Height: Unknown Weight: Unknown Birthdate: May 18 Birthplace: Wudang Mountains, China Family:  Unknown              Bak Mei( Teacher) Affiliation: Unknown Occupation: Adventuerer( Currently) Abilities: Xing has complete control over the senses of others to include himself and not just the five senses but balance and pain as well. Not only can he alter and manipulate them, but Xing can enhance, reduce, or removes them temporarily or permanently, protect himself from being overwhelmed, cause his target to sense things that aren't necessarily a reality or prevent them from sensing things that are. His sense allows him to catch or sense attacks way ahead of time allowing him to counterattack or dodge just in time. Unique Traits: Xing has a strange scar on his left eyebrow that he gained from his teacher as punishment for stealing a mooncake during the Mid-Autumn Festival. As a Taoist, Bak Mei does not condone stealing and therefore, Xing was whacked with a sharp bamboo shoot but he learned to never steal again after that incident.

Xing was abandoned by his mother at the steps of Wudangshang and found by two monks who brought him to Bak Mei. Initially, Bak Mei wanted nothing to do with the child even when they set the the boy down before him. Bak Mei, though seemingly cold and bitter, was genuienly more caring than he led on to believe and all it took was for the boy to Crawl over to Bak Mei and persistantly beg for the meditating old man for attention. After that, Bak Mei took the boy as his own and named him Shen Xing. At a young age in the temple, he disciplined Xing through training and taught him the arts of the mystical Taijiquan, known for it's gentleness and fluidity and with it he imparted his wisdom on to Xing. The training furthered Xing's control over his new abilities and helped strengthen them; With his ability, Xing is considered one of the greatest martial artist of his time, along side his master. Xing though not born with an ability was taught it through intense training with Bak Mei who had passed down his secret technique to his pupil, Xing, once he deemed that the boy was ready. When Word came to the M.E.R.C.Y Unit of Bak Mei and his unexplainable abilities, Agents Raided the temple and though much of a fight was put, Bak Mei was much to old and was killed. Xing was ordered to run away by his master who had borrowed enough time for they young man to escape. Though it pained him, Xing could not disrespect his teacher and with much angered words exchanged from the two, Xing hesitantly left after Bak Mei Promised that he'd make it back alive.

- He was raised a vegetarian - Loves turtles -Deadly in the arts of Taijiquan also known as Tai Chi. -He has an affinity with water - he carries a ratty copy of Tao Te Ching - the dad and very wise for his age, time spent around the monks and his teacher have made them that way - Very humble and not one to gloat. -His english is not the best but he can get by with a conversation and read a bit

#unknown alliance #fc - taeyang #shen xing

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Hayabusa Masamune

Name: Hayabusa Masamune Alias/ Codename: Peregrine Age: 27. March 03 Designation: The Underground( Formerly)                      Phoenix( Currently) Chatroom User: champloo Species: Misfit Facial Match: Jay Park

Brief History:

Masamune is apart of the famed Hayabusa clan in his village and was the heir to his clan. He was born under a full moon and starry sky and it was very celebratory that his father thew a grand party at their estate as their son came into the world. He along with the other men of his family lead a very secret organization of assassin. Each man is trained at a very young age to be a skilled  warrior in the arts swordsmanship, camouflage, and escape. When training, he was feared amongst other trainees as he was known for his brutality and not holding back. Masamune gained fame and started killing at a very young age. He was good and he liked his profession; It gave him a rush and he didn't hesitate when he was called upon to take up another assassination hit because Masamune wanted to be strong, he wanted to be feared. His father soon began to notice how reckless his son was becoming and how power thirsty he was. His warnings heed no change in Masamune's actions and to his father's dismay, the leader of the clan ordered a Assassination attempt on his own son which indeed failed. Distraught, Masamune killed his own father and fled. For a brief moment in time, he found himself taken in by Mercer but left on his own accords after being dissatisfied with helping others. That held no interest and many members did not agree with his morals and ways so he left and Came up to Jie himself and volunteered as a Member of Phoenix

Personality Assessment:

Masamune is very arrogant, short-tempered, and cocky. He seeks power and anything that'll quench his bloodlust. He is merciless and cold in battle and years as an assassin have lead him to become that. He is aggressive in many forms and is the type of person who would get you into trouble since he is supremely free-sprited and wildly unpredictable

Powers and Abilities:

Tattoo Manipulation : Masamune can manipulate body-art (usually tattoos) and with them he can cause them to manifest into a physical form or take on their ability, Thus the tattoo of a Tiger can make him see a night or one of a praying mantis can allow him to move better in stealth. The list goes on and considering that Masmaune is covered from the neck down in tattoos, he has plently of tricks and skills up his sleeve. Th draw back is that he cannot uses more than too at a time and the ability has a short duration time so he has to make use to them smartly. 

Known Acquaintances:

Mercer had offered Masamune sanctuary and did his best to make him stay but in the end, Masamune chose to leave in aspiration to become stronger. 

Bear was apart of the same organization that he was in and Masamune enjoyed bringing up things of Bear's past to upset him 

Muramasa is his rival and the two seem to also have something special 

Jie is his leader but unlike his fellow Phoenix comrades, he isn't actually the most well behaved and cooperative. 

Additional Information:

He is named after the famous sword smith Goro Nyudo Masamune Masamune carries a Family heirloom blade His favorite movie is Ninja Scroll Loves Falcons Wishes to challenge Muramasa   His Tachi almost seems to resemble the same night and starry sky he was born on. It is called Tenguko no Aki also known as Heaven's Fall or Fall of Heaven and he also carries a Tanto called Oboro. There are times where he feels generous and kind and there are times when he is uncaring and cold. Born in one of the Ryukyu islands

#character bio #phoenix alliance #former the underground alliance #fc - jay park #masamune hayabusa