I wandered aimlessly. I had no clue what this Xander Fo looked like, so I wasn't even trying anymore. Then, I noticed someone come up to me. It was a girl who looked a few years older than me. She said,"Hello, have you seen anyone who looks like a Xander Fo? I'm looking for someone who goes by that name."
My Jaw.
Dropped.
Open.
I shook my head no. "I haven't, but ironically, I'm looking for someone by that same name. What's your name?"
"I'm Kirsten." She replied."You?"
"I'm Alyssa." I answered with a smile. "Let's go person hunt."
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"So... any idea where this guy could be? In the airport, I mean." She looked at Alyssa, curiously. "I've been looking for the guy for almost an hour, pretty hard..."
As Nathan wandered the airport he searched for someone named Xander Fo. However there was problem, Nathan had absolutely no idea what they looked like. So he was just trying to find someone who appeared out of place, someone who looked like they knew some major secret. But he was not having much luck so far. But the search had only just begun, there was still time. The letter was the only clue he had to finding the mysterious Xander Fo, it only said that they would be at the airport. Nathan absentmindedly retrieved the letter from his pocket and looked it over again. Each word spoke of secrets lost to Nathan.
The letter spoke of things that have apparently vanished from Nathan's mind. Things that only appeared occasionally in his dreams. Once he had thought them only to be figments of his imagination, he even considered writing a story about them. But as the years wore on without Nathan aging, he began to suspect that the dreams might be something more. But he never had any proof, not until today. This letter could be the one thing that explained his ageless life.
The letter spoke of others, the group totalling twenty. It could be gathered that they would be coming to the airport too. So if Nathan could find any of them perhaps he could gather more information. Maybe they knew about Xander Fo, maybe they had already found them. Nathan would have to keep an eye out for them too. But then again he knew nothing about what they looked like. Nathan sighed, he had no way of knowing where to find Xander Fo or the others. Perhaps he could ask the staff at the airport or ask some of the other people.
That was when he overheard something that gave him hope, someone nearby had said the name of the person he was looking for. Someone had mentioned Xander Fo.
//I had a whole freaking thing typed out, then my brother EXITS OUT ON EVERYTHING.
Ergh..//
Beep, beep, be--
A hand shot out, silencing the irritating sound of the alarm clock. Slowly, the owner of the hand, Sylvius, sits up, muttering quietly to himself. After staring at a wall for a while, he slowly stands up, rubbing any remnants of sleep out of his eyes. Once this was over with, which obviously didn't take long, Sylv got dressed in his usual attire and headed to the door.
"Off to work, I suppose," he mumbled, stepping outside.
As soon as he was off the porch, he noticed something rather unusual, at least for him. The flag of his mailbox was up, signaling a letter inside. While most would find this normal, Sylvius did not, as he hardly ever got mail. Who sends letters anymore, in this day and age? Most people contact each other via phone, not mail. So, what was so important, yet not important enough to be sent through a text, or a phone call?
While these thoughts were running through his mind, Sylvius' feet carried him across the small driveway to his mailbox. Opening it revealed a letter, just as suspected, and upon further inspection, it was revealed the note was, in fact, sent to the right home, proving Sylvius' theory wrong. SO, he opened the letter and read it, finishing his reading quickly.
"Cael.." The word rolled off his tongue as if he'd said it thousands of times before. Eversio, too! They both sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place why they did, just as he couldn't place the bloody battlefield brought to his mind as he read the words. Oh, and how specific it was. Control over fire. Something Sylvius did, indeed, have.
"So, I guess I'm calling out sick for work today.." That said, the man tucked the note away and whipped out a phone, texting his boss quickly. I can't go to work today, sick. Sorry. I'll try to come in tomorrow.
After the phone was put securely in Sylvius' pocket, a hand went into another pocket, retrieving a key-chain with three different keys on it. As he scooted into the drivers seat, his hands fumbled for the right key, despite there not being many. Once he got the right one, he shoved it in the ignition and turned, the engine roaring to life instantly.
Using the map for guidance, the man and his car navigated their way through the city to JFK International Airport. All the while, the same five songs repeated on the radio, all perfect examples of how, in Sylvius' opinion, music went downhill in the past generation, or maybe the last two. At one point, he changed the station, only to hear someone yelling into a microphone about God, or something like that..
Soon enough, he arrived, and pulled the key out. His eyes settled on the airport in front of him, and he nodded. He didn't know what was to come, nor did he remember Cael or Everiso clearly, but it was obvious his questions would be answered here. So, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, scanning the area as soon as he did.
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The International airport is bustling. Crowds hurriedly move past one another, each desperately trying to reach their destinations in time. The cries of children can be heard above the sounds of their parents shushing them and hurrying them along. Today though, the airport seems to be in more chaos then usual. Tills are breaking down, attendants fumbling, passengers losing their luggage. A whole air of madness seems to hang over the airport like a dense cloud.
In the middle of this chaos, calmly sits a lone figure. He sits in one of the small waiting chairs close to terminal two. The man's massive height and bulk is evident even when he is sitting, and he gives off an aura of power, appearing intimidating, causing many to avert their eyes and hurry past. Those who walk past him feel a sudden increase in temperature before moving on, wondering were the sudden change came from. His muscular form doesn't quite fit in the small chair and it is apparent that his position is an uncomfortable one. He wears grey slacks and a rust coloured dress shirt, open at the collar.
When he shifts in the small seat, his face becomes visible to the crowd from underneath the bangs of his long sandy blond hair. This hair falls straight past his shoulder blades and is tied loosely. The man looks out at the crowd impassively, a long scar running across his left cheekbone, marring the deeply tanned skin. Dark brown eyes are set boldly into his face and hold an unfathomable amount of ancient power and experience. He has a face that could be called handsome by many.
A small book rests in the man's large hands, which he eventually turns back to. He appears to be waiting for something, often looking up from his reading to scan the crowd. The chaos does not seem to reach him as he turns the page of his novel. If one were to look more closely, they would see a small leather satchel near his feet with a set of golden initials proudly embroidered onto the outside. The letters X.F. gleam on the bag, abnormally reflecting the lights in the airport.
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Kristen looked around, in every nook and cranny, at every single person to find this "Xander Fo", but she couldn't. Now she was extremely desperate to find this "Xander Fo", as if it was a manhunt. Where could this guy possibly be? Surely he would stand out.
And then she noticed him, the man sitting on a waiting chair, and then she noticed the satchel with the initials X.F. . She got so excited she almost forgot to tell Alyssa. She nudged Alyssa, and pointed to the man. "Look." She whispered.
((Sorry I keep writing Kirsten and not Kristen; on another forum I do an RP where one of the characters is named Kirsten and I get mixed up.))
Kristen poked me. "Look!" She whisper-yelled. I looked, and saw... A man with a satchel.
"It's a satchel." I replied, unimpressed. "A very pretty satchel, but that's beside the point. We're looking for Xander Fo, not things that would go with our wardrobe."
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
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((Sorry I keep writing Kirsten and not Kristen; on another forum I do an RP where one of the characters is named Kirsten and I get mixed up.))
Kristen poked me. "Look!" She whisper-yelled. I looked, and saw... A man with a satchel.
"It's a satchel." I replied, unimpressed.
Kristen rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated with me."Look closer!"
I did. Holy crap, no way! The satchel had the initials X.F. on it. X.F.=Xander Fo? "Do you think..."
"I don't know, but it's worth a shot. I mean, we can't just sit here for hours and hope he comes to us." Kirsten answered.
The two of us walked over to him."Excuse us," I asked shyly,"but are you Xander Fo?" Please let this be him, please let this be him. If it wasn't him, this would be really awkward.
The man looked up."I am. I imagine you recived my letter?"
I tried not to squeal. This. Was. Awesome! "Yep! We sure did."
"Do you know where the others are?" He asked.
"Nope. Not a clue. Sorry." I admitted.
"Well, we won't accomplish anything by just sitting here. Should we go find them?"
Kristen piped up,"Yeah, and bring the satchel so they know it's the person they're looking for."
We set off on a journey through the airport.
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Nathan wandered through the crowds that filled the international airport, searching for something that would give him a clue. But as one would imagine finding something in a bustling airport was quite difficult. But he had not yet given up, he persisted. This was his chance of finding out about himself, about why he had these powers and why he had managed to live for more than two centuries. No, he couldn't give up, not when he had flown all the way to New York City, not when he recieved a letter that promised amazing things. He had to keep looking,
That was when something caught his eye. A quick glimpse between the crowds. There was something a little out of place in the chaotic airport. Nathan had spotted a small oasis of calm inhabited by an individual. It was this individual that caught Nathan's eye. They had an imtimidating appearance. They had a muscular build with a scar on their face. Was this the clue that Nathan was looking for?
Nathan took a step closer to the man, catching more glimpses of them between the bustling people. He took another step, each one filled with a nervous energy that now seemed to radiate from Nathan. He caught another glimpse which filled him with more hope and curiosity. He saw the satchel. It was small and made of leather with what could be assumed to be the man's initials printed on the side. It contained the two letters that Nathan saw as a clue. On the side of the bag were he letters 'X' and 'F'. The letters that could stand for Xander Fo.
Nathan walked a little more quckly towards the man, now with a little more confidence in his posture. He could only hope that this was the man he was looking for. But that hope was what drove him forward. He clutched the letter tightly as if his very life depended on it. There was the clue to the mystery that was Nathan's life, just sitting and waiting. All he had to do was speak. His pace quickened and he was filled with anticipation. He was soon close enough that he thought the man would be able to hear him. He cleared his throat in an effort to gain the man's attention before he began to speak.
"Umm... Hello?" Nathan said nervously to the man, "Are you Xander Fo?"
((Sorry I keep writing Kirsten and not Kristen; on another forum I do an RP where one of the characters is named Kirsten and I get mixed up.))
Kristen poked me. "Look!" She whisper-yelled. I looked, and saw... A man with a satchel.
"It's a satchel." I replied, unimpressed.
Kristen nodded."Yes, it is a satchel, but there's more. Look closer."
I did. Holy crap, no way! The satchel had the initials X.F. on it. X.F.=Xander Fo? "Do you think..."
"I don't know. On the one hand, we should go check it out-we can't just sit her for hours waiting ever so patiently for Xander Fo to find us-he might not even know what we look like and overlook us. But on the other hand, what if it isn't him? It'll be REALLY, REALLY awkward and he might even think we're harassing him." Kristen answered.
"You might be going overboard with the harassing bit, but other than that, you have a point. But personally, I'm going to go check. You can come if you want." I said.
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((Name: Alorian Vulper (nicknamed Alex)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: Rather calm and somewhat sarcastic most of the time, but becomes deadly serious in
dangerous situations. Something of a loner, he can have trouble working with others, but he can
step up and take the lead when he has to. Though he has learned to hide his emotions well, others
interperet his calm as insensitivity. He can struggle with pride and arrogance sometimes, but
deep down he has a strong sense of justice, and will always stand up for the oppressed. Which got
him in a bit of trouble during the Cold War...
Appearance: Alex is tall and thin, with messy brown hair. His face is slim, with an angular jaw.
He usually wears a navy blue hoodie and jeans. He also wears a watch and tennis shoes. His eyes
are green, with just a hint of brown. His skin is pale, but not unnaturally so. When he's not
wearing his hoodie (like at a formal occasion), he normally wears a polo shirt.
Kingdom: Lumen
During his 553-year reign as Lord Lumen, Alex's main priority was good relations with the other
kingdoms. He believed that the unity of Cael was paramount. Within his kingdom, he oversaw the
restoration of many old buildings, in an effort to return Lumen to its former glory. He also
refurbished the military, on the belief that in would be better to be safe than sorry. It wasn't
enough, however, and the kingdom couldn't hold out against Gehenna in the end.
Abilities:
-Illusions: Can manipulate light to make the image of something that isn't really there
-Invisibility: Can bend light around objects to make them seem to disappear
-Luminance: Able to change the intensity of light
-Extreme Vision: Able to see easily in any level of light, from pitch black to blindingly bright
Year Reborn: 1842 A.D.
Background:
When the attack from Gehenna came, Lumen was more prepared than most. They held fast for a while,
helped by Alex's illusion of a huge army. Meanwhile, he prepared evacuation plans for the
citizens of the kingdom. Thanks to the reinforcements from Luna, there was enough time to get the
citizens out. But shortly after that, the wall was breached, and Alex was killed in a bloody duel
with a Gehenna.
He was reborn May 31, 1842. He got himself a job as a blacksmith's apprentice. Up until the Civil
War, he continued to work, while also developing his powers.
He didn't realize at first that he was different. He assumed everyone could do the same things he
could. It only slowly dawned on him that he could do things no one else was able to. This idea
became more interesting when flashbacks of another world began.
Then the Civil War started, and he was enlisted. He tried to keep a low profile at first, but
when he realized how useful his powers could be, he decided to use them in battle. Though the
results were amazing, he couldn't keep from getting shot in the leg, and he was hospitalized for
the rest of the war.
While in recovery, the flashbacks began again, with increased regularity. When he had healed, he
decided to look for answers. He wandered the world, making enough money to go on from his skills
as a blacksmith, hoping to find others like him.
World War One intervened, however, and he set up a permanent blacksmith shop in Kentuckey. For
the next few decades, he continued his research from home. He lived in a rough neighborhood, so
he learned the art of knife-wielding from a friend, a skill that would be invaluable later.
The Cold War came, and by this time, he had resumed his search for answers. He had the misfortune
of ending up in East Berlin when the Berlin Wall was built. He tried to stay unnoticed, but when
he tried to stop the unjust arrest of one of his friends, he ended up in prison himself, where he
remained until the dissolve of the Soviet Union in 1991.
He returned to the United States, where he settled down in New York City. Blacksmiths weren't
really in demand anymore, so he became a street preformer, showing of his knife-wielding skills.
His income wasn't enough to go on, though, so he was hired as a cashier at Hobby Lobby. He never
found the answers he was looking for, that is, until the day the letter arrived...
Other: Along with metalworking and knife combat, Alex also enjoys singing as a hobby.))
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It began as a normal day for Alex. He woke up, ate breakfast, read the newspaper, brushed his
teeth, then went outside to go get his mail.
That was when things got strange. Among the ads, spam, and other assorted junk, one letter stood
out from the rest. A letter from a man named Xander Fo.
Alex was about to dismiss it as a prank, but then one word caught his eye: Cael. It sounded
familiar, somehow, enough to prompt him to read the rest of the letter.
After the first few sentences, Alex knew it had to be true. "I know there is a part of you, a
part of us, that has always known something is wrong, something is not quite right," it said. Who
this Xander Fo was and why he knew so much about him, Alex had no idea, but the letter sure had
something right.
It hit Alex suddenly. These were the answers he was looking for! "Well, Hobby Lobby will have to
do without me for today," he muttered.
Without further ado, he prepared to go to JFK International Airport.
Alex had packed everything he needed. A hammer, some bits of metal, Clif bars, a change of
clothes, and his personal diary, all in a backpack. He also packed two of his custom-made knives
in a small box. Slipping the box into his hoodie and putting on the backpack, he set out to hail
a cab that he hoped would take him to a new life.
The airport was bustling. Alex had been searching for a while, but had found no sign of a Xander
Fo. Nobody he asked had a clue who this guy was.
Alex found himself near Terminal Two. A few yards away, a large man sat in a small chair. Another
man seemed to be talking to him. At his feet was a leather satchel.
And on the satchel was the initials X.F.
"X.F," Alex mused. "Xander Fo?"
He began walking towards the men.
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The bulky man shifts in his small seat as he is approached, closing his novel and placing it down on the chair beside him. As more people begin gather around him, he acquires an almost predatory gleam in his eye, only visible to those with the keenest of eyes. Glancing over each person with scrutiny, he patiently waits for the onslaught of questions. When they are finally quiet, he powerfully rises from the chair, towering above the others around him. Heat seems to radiate from him in waves as he looks on intimidatingly.
When the man speaks there is a strange accent that laces his words and a old fashioned stiffness that suggests he is not quite used to the language of America. His voice is gruffer than expected, and the scar that runs across his cheekbone ripples as he answers.
"I am indeed Xander Fo," A faint, almost terrifying grin dances across his face until it is as gone as quick as it came. "Although, I must ask, who must you all be? I am assuming this is about my letter. And if it isn't, well, I'm not sure how you found me, but know that you will not make it out of this airport unless it is in body bags."
He watches each of them, eyes burning with an undetectable emotion, waiting for the uneasy responses.
Nathan took half a step backward when the man, who later confirmed his identity to be Xander Fo, stood up. The intimidating figure had more people gather around him, whether or not they were recipients of the letter too was unknown to Nathan. All he knew was that this person may be the sender of the letter and the man who knew about that Nathan was not normal. How he knew or what he knew were two questions that Nathan wished would be answered.
The man spoke, an accent was present in his voice. They confirmed that they were Xander Fo. Nathan found him to be intimidating, before he even said anything Nathan decided that Xander was not a man to be messed with. There was also the strange heat that seemed to surround Xander. These factors when combined created an uneasy feeling of nervousness in Nathan despite the fact that Nathan had supernatural abilities. Xander asked the names of those who were now gathered around him. There was also a threat aimed at those who had come without the permission of the letter. Nathan took a moment before answering.
"I am Nathan Wright" he said rapidly, waving the letter around in hopes that it provided any evidence that he was supposed to be here that his name did not.
Nathan was unsure when he would be able to ask questions. There were questions that needed answering. Nathan wanted to know how Xander knew of him, after all he had to in order to send the letter to him. He waited a few moments before speaking, as if to make sure that it was the correct time for questions. But what stopped the waiting was the impatience, he wanted to ask the questions as soon as possible. So he ended up asking the questions loudly and suddenly.
"How did you know to send this letter?" he said a little too loudly.
Alex was glad when the man he saw before, who introduced himself as Nathan Wright, spoke up. As much as he hated to admit it, he was a little scared to start a conversation with Xander Fo.
Alex thought that nothing could intimidate him. But the man he saw before him now sure did. He was used to being the most powerful person he knew, but he knew now that was no longer the case.
Looking around at the small group of people, Alex wondered what they could do. Xander seemed to radiate heat, while Nathan caused a slight chill as Alex got closer to him.
He reached into his pocket and touched his letter- probably the only reason he was still alive. As Nathan asked Xander about the letter, Alex hoped he had made the right decision, coming here today.
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I wandered aimlessly. I had no clue what this Xander Fo looked like, so I wasn't even trying anymore. Then, I noticed someone come up to me. It was a girl who looked a few years older than me. She said,"Hello, have you seen anyone who looks like a Xander Fo? I'm looking for someone who goes by that name."
My Jaw.
Dropped.
Open.
I shook my head no. "I haven't, but ironically, I'm looking for someone by that same name. What's your name?"
"I'm Kirsten." She replied."You?"
"I'm Alyssa." I answered with a smile. "Let's go person hunt."
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"So... any idea where this guy could be? In the airport, I mean." She looked at Alyssa, curiously. "I've been looking for the guy for almost an hour, pretty hard..."
As Nathan wandered the airport he searched for someone named Xander Fo. However there was problem, Nathan had absolutely no idea what they looked like. So he was just trying to find someone who appeared out of place, someone who looked like they knew some major secret. But he was not having much luck so far. But the search had only just begun, there was still time. The letter was the only clue he had to finding the mysterious Xander Fo, it only said that they would be at the airport. Nathan absentmindedly retrieved the letter from his pocket and looked it over again. Each word spoke of secrets lost to Nathan.
The letter spoke of things that have apparently vanished from Nathan's mind. Things that only appeared occasionally in his dreams. Once he had thought them only to be figments of his imagination, he even considered writing a story about them. But as the years wore on without Nathan aging, he began to suspect that the dreams might be something more. But he never had any proof, not until today. This letter could be the one thing that explained his ageless life.
The letter spoke of others, the group totalling twenty. It could be gathered that they would be coming to the airport too. So if Nathan could find any of them perhaps he could gather more information. Maybe they knew about Xander Fo, maybe they had already found them. Nathan would have to keep an eye out for them too. But then again he knew nothing about what they looked like. Nathan sighed, he had no way of knowing where to find Xander Fo or the others. Perhaps he could ask the staff at the airport or ask some of the other people.
That was when he overheard something that gave him hope, someone nearby had said the name of the person he was looking for. Someone had mentioned Xander Fo.
//I had a whole freaking thing typed out, then my brother EXITS OUT ON EVERYTHING.
Ergh..//
Beep, beep, be--
A hand shot out, silencing the irritating sound of the alarm clock. Slowly, the owner of the hand, Sylvius, sits up, muttering quietly to himself. After staring at a wall for a while, he slowly stands up, rubbing any remnants of sleep out of his eyes. Once this was over with, which obviously didn't take long, Sylv got dressed in his usual attire and headed to the door.
"Off to work, I suppose," he mumbled, stepping outside.
As soon as he was off the porch, he noticed something rather unusual, at least for him. The flag of his mailbox was up, signaling a letter inside. While most would find this normal, Sylvius did not, as he hardly ever got mail. Who sends letters anymore, in this day and age? Most people contact each other via phone, not mail. So, what was so important, yet not important enough to be sent through a text, or a phone call?
While these thoughts were running through his mind, Sylvius' feet carried him across the small driveway to his mailbox. Opening it revealed a letter, just as suspected, and upon further inspection, it was revealed the note was, in fact, sent to the right home, proving Sylvius' theory wrong. SO, he opened the letter and read it, finishing his reading quickly.
"Cael.." The word rolled off his tongue as if he'd said it thousands of times before. Eversio, too! They both sounded so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place why they did, just as he couldn't place the bloody battlefield brought to his mind as he read the words. Oh, and how specific it was. Control over fire. Something Sylvius did, indeed, have.
"So, I guess I'm calling out sick for work today.." That said, the man tucked the note away and whipped out a phone, texting his boss quickly. I can't go to work today, sick. Sorry. I'll try to come in tomorrow.
After the phone was put securely in Sylvius' pocket, a hand went into another pocket, retrieving a key-chain with three different keys on it. As he scooted into the drivers seat, his hands fumbled for the right key, despite there not being many. Once he got the right one, he shoved it in the ignition and turned, the engine roaring to life instantly.
Using the map for guidance, the man and his car navigated their way through the city to JFK International Airport. All the while, the same five songs repeated on the radio, all perfect examples of how, in Sylvius' opinion, music went downhill in the past generation, or maybe the last two. At one point, he changed the station, only to hear someone yelling into a microphone about God, or something like that..
Soon enough, he arrived, and pulled the key out. His eyes settled on the airport in front of him, and he nodded. He didn't know what was to come, nor did he remember Cael or Everiso clearly, but it was obvious his questions would be answered here. So, he pushed open the door and stepped inside, scanning the area as soon as he did.
The International airport is bustling. Crowds hurriedly move past one another, each desperately trying to reach their destinations in time. The cries of children can be heard above the sounds of their parents shushing them and hurrying them along. Today though, the airport seems to be in more chaos then usual. Tills are breaking down, attendants fumbling, passengers losing their luggage. A whole air of madness seems to hang over the airport like a dense cloud.
In the middle of this chaos, calmly sits a lone figure. He sits in one of the small waiting chairs close to terminal two. The man's massive height and bulk is evident even when he is sitting, and he gives off an aura of power, appearing intimidating, causing many to avert their eyes and hurry past. Those who walk past him feel a sudden increase in temperature before moving on, wondering were the sudden change came from. His muscular form doesn't quite fit in the small chair and it is apparent that his position is an uncomfortable one. He wears grey slacks and a rust coloured dress shirt, open at the collar.
When he shifts in the small seat, his face becomes visible to the crowd from underneath the bangs of his long sandy blond hair. This hair falls straight past his shoulder blades and is tied loosely. The man looks out at the crowd impassively, a long scar running across his left cheekbone, marring the deeply tanned skin. Dark brown eyes are set boldly into his face and hold an unfathomable amount of ancient power and experience. He has a face that could be called handsome by many.
A small book rests in the man's large hands, which he eventually turns back to. He appears to be waiting for something, often looking up from his reading to scan the crowd. The chaos does not seem to reach him as he turns the page of his novel. If one were to look more closely, they would see a small leather satchel near his feet with a set of golden initials proudly embroidered onto the outside. The letters X.F. gleam on the bag, abnormally reflecting the lights in the airport.
Kristen looked around, in every nook and cranny, at every single person to find this "Xander Fo", but she couldn't. Now she was extremely desperate to find this "Xander Fo", as if it was a manhunt. Where could this guy possibly be? Surely he would stand out.
And then she noticed him, the man sitting on a waiting chair, and then she noticed the satchel with the initials X.F. . She got so excited she almost forgot to tell Alyssa. She nudged Alyssa, and pointed to the man. "Look." She whispered.
((Sorry I keep writing Kirsten and not Kristen; on another forum I do an RP where one of the characters is named Kirsten and I get mixed up.))
Kristen poked me. "Look!" She whisper-yelled. I looked, and saw... A man with a satchel.
"It's a satchel." I replied, unimpressed. "A very pretty satchel, but that's beside the point. We're looking for Xander Fo, not things that would go with our wardrobe."
((Better?))
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
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((Alright, before I continue this it seems I need to remind you of one of the big rules of Forum Roleplaying. What you are displaying here is known as Powerplaying.
If you don't know, "Powerplaying is the act of playing out the outcome of an action involving another player's character. For example, "John throws a rock at Tom and hits him in the foot, killing him". In many ways, it refers to the unauthorized control over another player's character. Most roleplays will have 'no powerplaying' as a rule in order to prevent players from using other characters without permission. In general, the outcome to an action initiated by your character is up to the opposing player, or in some cases the GM. You don't get to decide if the rock John throws at Tom hits him, all you can do is say that it was thrown in his direction." - This is taken directly from The General Roleplaying Discussion and Information Thread, which is on the front page of the Roleplaying section. Please familiarize yourself with the material there and fix your post.
I have bolded the areas in which you control other player's characters and violate one of the rules. Please note that this is your first of three warnings.))
Nathan wandered through the crowds that filled the international airport, searching for something that would give him a clue. But as one would imagine finding something in a bustling airport was quite difficult. But he had not yet given up, he persisted. This was his chance of finding out about himself, about why he had these powers and why he had managed to live for more than two centuries. No, he couldn't give up, not when he had flown all the way to New York City, not when he recieved a letter that promised amazing things. He had to keep looking,
That was when something caught his eye. A quick glimpse between the crowds. There was something a little out of place in the chaotic airport. Nathan had spotted a small oasis of calm inhabited by an individual. It was this individual that caught Nathan's eye. They had an imtimidating appearance. They had a muscular build with a scar on their face. Was this the clue that Nathan was looking for?
Nathan took a step closer to the man, catching more glimpses of them between the bustling people. He took another step, each one filled with a nervous energy that now seemed to radiate from Nathan. He caught another glimpse which filled him with more hope and curiosity. He saw the satchel. It was small and made of leather with what could be assumed to be the man's initials printed on the side. It contained the two letters that Nathan saw as a clue. On the side of the bag were he letters 'X' and 'F'. The letters that could stand for Xander Fo.
Nathan walked a little more quckly towards the man, now with a little more confidence in his posture. He could only hope that this was the man he was looking for. But that hope was what drove him forward. He clutched the letter tightly as if his very life depended on it. There was the clue to the mystery that was Nathan's life, just sitting and waiting. All he had to do was speak. His pace quickened and he was filled with anticipation. He was soon close enough that he thought the man would be able to hear him. He cleared his throat in an effort to gain the man's attention before he began to speak.
"Umm... Hello?" Nathan said nervously to the man, "Are you Xander Fo?"
((You're still Powerplaying. No one except DerpyDanny, or in some cases the GM can write out Kristen's replies and actions. Powerplaying is easy to avoid if you just keep in mind that you cannot control other player's characters.))
((Crap. You're going to have to remind me A LOT. I come from a forum far, far away where we're allowed to write other character's replies, so it's what I'm used to.))
-The Lovely and Magestic RainbowGirl
Whatever I just said, I didn't mean any offense. Unless we're fighting, in which case I probably did.
If I said something was a joke when it didn't seem like one, I'm making an excuse to avoid an argument I know is coming. Instead of telling me how not funny I am and how it didn't seem like a joke at all, just go along with it. Because flame wars suck and nobody wants to be a part of one.
Roughly 95% of Minecraft players hate Villagers and would be very happy if they were removed. If you are one of the 5% who actually like villagers, copy this into your signature.-RainbowGirl
The damn image won't work-screw my iPad!-but you should click this link. Now. Or you'll regret it...because this suggestion is epic.
((Sadly, I'm going to be leaving for a 5 day vacation today, and returning Friday. I look forward to starting again straight away when I get home! ))
((Goodbye, for now! ))
((Wasn't sure whether or not to put this in parenthesis, so I did, just to be safe.))
((Name: Alorian Vulper (nicknamed Alex)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: Rather calm and somewhat sarcastic most of the time, but becomes deadly serious in
dangerous situations. Something of a loner, he can have trouble working with others, but he can
step up and take the lead when he has to. Though he has learned to hide his emotions well, others
interperet his calm as insensitivity. He can struggle with pride and arrogance sometimes, but
deep down he has a strong sense of justice, and will always stand up for the oppressed. Which got
him in a bit of trouble during the Cold War...
Appearance: Alex is tall and thin, with messy brown hair. His face is slim, with an angular jaw.
He usually wears a navy blue hoodie and jeans. He also wears a watch and tennis shoes. His eyes
are green, with just a hint of brown. His skin is pale, but not unnaturally so. When he's not
wearing his hoodie (like at a formal occasion), he normally wears a polo shirt.
Kingdom: Lumen
During his 553-year reign as Lord Lumen, Alex's main priority was good relations with the other
kingdoms. He believed that the unity of Cael was paramount. Within his kingdom, he oversaw the
restoration of many old buildings, in an effort to return Lumen to its former glory. He also
refurbished the military, on the belief that in would be better to be safe than sorry. It wasn't
enough, however, and the kingdom couldn't hold out against Gehenna in the end.
Abilities:
-Illusions: Can manipulate light to make the image of something that isn't really there
-Invisibility: Can bend light around objects to make them seem to disappear
-Luminance: Able to change the intensity of light
-Extreme Vision: Able to see easily in any level of light, from pitch black to blindingly bright
Year Reborn: 1842 A.D.
Background:
When the attack from Gehenna came, Lumen was more prepared than most. They held fast for a while,
helped by Alex's illusion of a huge army. Meanwhile, he prepared evacuation plans for the
citizens of the kingdom. Thanks to the reinforcements from Luna, there was enough time to get the
citizens out. But shortly after that, the wall was breached, and Alex was killed in a bloody duel
with a Gehenna.
He was reborn May 31, 1842. He got himself a job as a blacksmith's apprentice. Up until the Civil
War, he continued to work, while also developing his powers.
He didn't realize at first that he was different. He assumed everyone could do the same things he
could. It only slowly dawned on him that he could do things no one else was able to. This idea
became more interesting when flashbacks of another world began.
Then the Civil War started, and he was enlisted. He tried to keep a low profile at first, but
when he realized how useful his powers could be, he decided to use them in battle. Though the
results were amazing, he couldn't keep from getting shot in the leg, and he was hospitalized for
the rest of the war.
While in recovery, the flashbacks began again, with increased regularity. When he had healed, he
decided to look for answers. He wandered the world, making enough money to go on from his skills
as a blacksmith, hoping to find others like him.
World War One intervened, however, and he set up a permanent blacksmith shop in Kentuckey. For
the next few decades, he continued his research from home. He lived in a rough neighborhood, so
he learned the art of knife-wielding from a friend, a skill that would be invaluable later.
The Cold War came, and by this time, he had resumed his search for answers. He had the misfortune
of ending up in East Berlin when the Berlin Wall was built. He tried to stay unnoticed, but when
he tried to stop the unjust arrest of one of his friends, he ended up in prison himself, where he
remained until the dissolve of the Soviet Union in 1991.
He returned to the United States, where he settled down in New York City. Blacksmiths weren't
really in demand anymore, so he became a street preformer, showing of his knife-wielding skills.
His income wasn't enough to go on, though, so he was hired as a cashier at Hobby Lobby. He never
found the answers he was looking for, that is, until the day the letter arrived...
Other: Along with metalworking and knife combat, Alex also enjoys singing as a hobby.))
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((I have returned! Sorry that I didn't announce it, I forgot xD...))
((TBH I returned 2 days ago...))
((Accepted, feel free to start Rping.))
((Welcome Back! The RP will start up again when Block_Ninja joins us.))
((Alright! ))
It began as a normal day for Alex. He woke up, ate breakfast, read the newspaper, brushed his
teeth, then went outside to go get his mail.
That was when things got strange. Among the ads, spam, and other assorted junk, one letter stood
out from the rest. A letter from a man named Xander Fo.
Alex was about to dismiss it as a prank, but then one word caught his eye: Cael. It sounded
familiar, somehow, enough to prompt him to read the rest of the letter.
After the first few sentences, Alex knew it had to be true. "I know there is a part of you, a
part of us, that has always known something is wrong, something is not quite right," it said. Who
this Xander Fo was and why he knew so much about him, Alex had no idea, but the letter sure had
something right.
It hit Alex suddenly. These were the answers he was looking for! "Well, Hobby Lobby will have to
do without me for today," he muttered.
Without further ado, he prepared to go to JFK International Airport.
Alex had packed everything he needed. A hammer, some bits of metal, Clif bars, a change of
clothes, and his personal diary, all in a backpack. He also packed two of his custom-made knives
in a small box. Slipping the box into his hoodie and putting on the backpack, he set out to hail
a cab that he hoped would take him to a new life.
The airport was bustling. Alex had been searching for a while, but had found no sign of a Xander
Fo. Nobody he asked had a clue who this guy was.
Alex found himself near Terminal Two. A few yards away, a large man sat in a small chair. Another
man seemed to be talking to him. At his feet was a leather satchel.
And on the satchel was the initials X.F.
"X.F," Alex mused. "Xander Fo?"
He began walking towards the men.
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The bulky man shifts in his small seat as he is approached, closing his novel and placing it down on the chair beside him. As more people begin gather around him, he acquires an almost predatory gleam in his eye, only visible to those with the keenest of eyes. Glancing over each person with scrutiny, he patiently waits for the onslaught of questions. When they are finally quiet, he powerfully rises from the chair, towering above the others around him. Heat seems to radiate from him in waves as he looks on intimidatingly.
When the man speaks there is a strange accent that laces his words and a old fashioned stiffness that suggests he is not quite used to the language of America. His voice is gruffer than expected, and the scar that runs across his cheekbone ripples as he answers.
"I am indeed Xander Fo," A faint, almost terrifying grin dances across his face until it is as gone as quick as it came. "Although, I must ask, who must you all be? I am assuming this is about my letter. And if it isn't, well, I'm not sure how you found me, but know that you will not make it out of this airport unless it is in body bags."
He watches each of them, eyes burning with an undetectable emotion, waiting for the uneasy responses.
Nathan took half a step backward when the man, who later confirmed his identity to be Xander Fo, stood up. The intimidating figure had more people gather around him, whether or not they were recipients of the letter too was unknown to Nathan. All he knew was that this person may be the sender of the letter and the man who knew about that Nathan was not normal. How he knew or what he knew were two questions that Nathan wished would be answered.
The man spoke, an accent was present in his voice. They confirmed that they were Xander Fo. Nathan found him to be intimidating, before he even said anything Nathan decided that Xander was not a man to be messed with. There was also the strange heat that seemed to surround Xander. These factors when combined created an uneasy feeling of nervousness in Nathan despite the fact that Nathan had supernatural abilities. Xander asked the names of those who were now gathered around him. There was also a threat aimed at those who had come without the permission of the letter. Nathan took a moment before answering.
"I am Nathan Wright" he said rapidly, waving the letter around in hopes that it provided any evidence that he was supposed to be here that his name did not.
Nathan was unsure when he would be able to ask questions. There were questions that needed answering. Nathan wanted to know how Xander knew of him, after all he had to in order to send the letter to him. He waited a few moments before speaking, as if to make sure that it was the correct time for questions. But what stopped the waiting was the impatience, he wanted to ask the questions as soon as possible. So he ended up asking the questions loudly and suddenly.
"How did you know to send this letter?" he said a little too loudly.
Alex was glad when the man he saw before, who introduced himself as Nathan Wright, spoke up. As much as he hated to admit it, he was a little scared to start a conversation with Xander Fo.
Alex thought that nothing could intimidate him. But the man he saw before him now sure did. He was used to being the most powerful person he knew, but he knew now that was no longer the case.
Looking around at the small group of people, Alex wondered what they could do. Xander seemed to radiate heat, while Nathan caused a slight chill as Alex got closer to him.
He reached into his pocket and touched his letter- probably the only reason he was still alive. As Nathan asked Xander about the letter, Alex hoped he had made the right decision, coming here today.
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