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“My name isn’t Ellie.”] Eliezer grumbled immediately after hearing the nickname. It was odd, the twist of his mouth into a harsh frown as he glared coldly at the person who had spoken. But it wasn’t an expression that last for long. He sighed and his freckled skin smoothed back out. “My little sister calls me Ellie. Since she first learned how to speak I’ve always been Ellie. Everyone else calls me Grayson, and my friends usually call me
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  | The Jock | / Pidgeonlittle / 48d 15h 29m 11s
Laughter pulled the corner of his mouth upwards, even after the sound had already diminished in the air. The freckles that danced across his face as his features shifted settling into quiet ease. The soccer player boarded the bus in the back half of it, passing the girl he’d spoken to earlier with a slight tip of his head in acknowledgment - she’s never given him time to respond to her earlier remark before boarding the bus herself.

The bus was slowly filling up with college students of varying moods and general awakeness. Having had an early morning practice prior to the trip, the soccer player was almost wide awake. For now anyway. He could feel lingering exhaustion settle into his body in the hours after. There was an ugly purpling bruise where a cleat had met his calf. Having showered since practice his body didn’t carry the smell of sweat, but rather the faint, yet distinct smell of menthol.

Pursing his lips for a brief moment in thought, before smoothing them out again, Eliezer slid into the open aisle seat next to another guy - said guy more focused on a book then the people around them. Tucking the small lunch bag is sister had so dutifully brought to him between his feet so it was out of the way yet still close to his person, the dark haired Kinseology major nodding faint again, this time in acknowledgement to the guy next to him, before pulling out his phone and popping his headphones into his ears. The dull light from the phone illuminated his features slightly as his eyes narrowed in concentration, looking for something. When he found what he was looking for - footage from one of their last games, he lowered the phone so it wasn’t as close to his face. Idly resting one elbow on the arm test closest to the aisle way so he could brace his head against his hand the 21 year old allowed himself to get lost in studying the game in front of him.

He was asleep before the pulled out of the parking lot.
  | The Jock | / Pidgeonlittle / 48d 15h 32m 55s
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  | The Jock | / Pidgeonlittle / 53d 4h 29m 37s
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Serin grew up just like any normal child from a middle class family with one exception - they never heard a word or a noise until they turned 13. That's because Serin is deaf, and it wasn't until they turned 13 his family gathered enough money to pay for them to receive hearing aids. They work, the best that they can, although loud noises caused pain in their head.

Other than that, Serin grew up normal. An average student who fell in love with music. It was one thing to feel the rhythm vibrate through their finger tips, but completely different to actually hear the lyrics as well. Serin always enjoyed music before hearing aids, but fell in love with other aspects as song afterwards, poetry just being one example.

Serin went to college for music, known for mostly quiet and demure pieces on the piano with hints of sass and spark. That is, until sophomore year when a class paired people of contrasting styles together in order to try to create pieces outside of their repertoire. Serin's partner was loud and brash, everything that made their head hurt. In one such instance, Serin panicked and in doing so, several instruments, including the school's beloved grand piano were destroyed.

Serin was charged with vandalism, among other things for the destruction of private property and was sentenced to rehab.

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[b Name →] Serin Anderson
[b Nickname →] Songbird, Birdie
[b Age →] 20
[b Birthdate →] xxxx/03/10
[b Gender →] gender-neutral
[b Sexual Orientation →] Asexual

. Serene . Optimistic . Honest . Cheeky . Stubborn . Calculating .
Just because Serin is overall calm and laid-back doesn't mean they don't have a bit of a bite. Behind the go with the flow attitude, is the sassy side of a person who tries not to let anyone get to them. There is also a more calculating side, always carefully thinking about not only what they do and say, but about other's actions also.

. Birds . Music . Pizza .
. Loud Noises . Arguements. Death.
. Taps fingers when nervous . Hums whatever is stuck in their head . Directionally challenged .


[b Spells]
→ Echokinesis | Can create, shape, and manipulate sound waves which originate from their own voice
→ Parrot | Can copy sounds they hear, but in the case of words, it is only specific to the words said


[b Weakness]
→ Deaf | Wears a hearing aid, and sensitive to loud yelling or noises with it on
→ Water Magic
→ Allergic to animal fur

[b Trivia]
→ A Serin is actually a type of bird, related closely to a canary.
→ In order to use their echokinesis spell without hurting his ears due to the loud noise, they typically shut their hearing aid off first. Of course, this means they are completely deaf while using the spell
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  | The Jock | / Pidgeonlittle / 57d 4h 33m 33s
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  | The Jock | / Pidgeonlittle / 85d 5h 13m 31s
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  | Original Characters | / Pidgeonlittle / 85d 5h 15m 30s
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Eyes sharp, he surveyed the group as more and more people entered the house. Cataloging his initial thoughts for later on.

[i [#000E9A Nomi]] A cutie with a unique style. She was intriguing. Was it just him, or was it hot in here? Jfc, how was he supposed to deal with a whole bunch of gorgeous af people without dying?

[i [#000E9A Jae.]] Damn Daniel. If they made every person that drop dead gorgeous, Enzo would have a problem. More of a problem.

[i [#000E9A [s [ibarra+real+nova [size13 Axel.]]] Alex.]] Singer in a pretty well known band, At Horizons. The man was handsome, even despite initially coming off as maybe a bit arrogant. Enzo himself hadn’t found the need to mention is social media influencer status - either the people in the house new who he was, or they would find out soon enough.

[i [#000E9A Kona.]] Daddy material. He didn’t think people could sparkle in real life unless they were Twilight vampires. And if Enzo stared at the man’s absolutely glorious ass for much longer then deemed socially acceptable? He was just checking out the merchandise. Who was this beefy bean and when was he going to fall into Enzo’s lap?

The blue haired male frowned suddenly, as if he suddenly realized something the group before him. Girls in cute swimsuits, guys with six packs poking out from their open shirts. He reluctantly drew his eyes down at his own sheer shirt, see through enough to see the fact that he wasn’t at all muscular. That wasn’t to say he was unfit, he was just skinny. His hip bones slightly more visible then most of the people in the room without a lot of fat covering the bony protrusions.

[#000E9A “I’m a potato surrounded by pretty people and I don’t know how to handle it.”] Enzo groaned, running his hands over his face as he turned away from the group of people slowly gathering. He turned away from the rest of the others, just as overdramatically as his words. In the corner of his eye he noticed a producer waving their phone at him, a reminder about why he was chosen in the first place. He wasn’t skilled enough to hide his annoyance at the action - luckily his face was still in his hands when he turned in the direction of the cameras. [#000E9A “And I can’t even tweet about it! Not having my phone is going to kill me.” [i Not.]] When he turned back to the others, sliding his hands away from his face he raised his voice to continue to speak, smile sliding back into place.

[#000E9A “My name is Enzo! It’s going to be such a pleasure to get to know y’all.”] If he put an emphasis on the word ‘pleasure’ with a wink- how was going to stop him?
  | ♘♞ | / KitsuneKit / 85d 4h 35m 2s
[https://static.zerochan.net/Miyuki.Kazuya.full.2651574.jpg Miyuki]
[https://s1.zerochan.net/Miyuki.Kazuya.600.2651572.jpg Miyuki 2]
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  | ♘♞ | / KitsuneKit / 177d 23h 41m 31s
[https://www.zerochan.net/1641167 New character ref 1]
[https://www.zerochan.net/Jinguji+Ren%2CSolo?p=5 new character ref 2]
  | The Shadow | / KitsuneKit / 2y 302d 31m 32s
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[center [Acme If he was honest, he didn't understand why he always returned to this place; why he didn't stray far. After all the disappointments, following a lead and coming up empty, he always came back. At least for now, it was home. With Mother, his demon contract, Misao, his foolhardy apprentice, and others. It was the only real reason he could see. Aomina had settled in this place. Yeah. That was it. Why force the seamstress to move when she didn't have to? So Hironori strayed, like a curious fledgling leaving the nest. But he always returned at the end of the day.

He bumped into someone on his way deeper into the village streets, already crowded enough with eager shopkeepers setting up before the festival began. And the dark haired man winced, lifting his hand to press a hand to his side. It was unfortunate, that Aomina's powers couldn't make him invincible. Especially when there was such a pretty price on the head of a ninja. But the small wounds carried on his flesh would've been a lot worse without her. Nicks and bruises rather than gaping holes and broken ribs. More of a nuisance than anything else. Unfortunate, but better bruised then dead.

He didn't want to return to Mother with blood staining his calloused fingers. She was kind, for a demon, and he'd rather not worry her if he could prevent it.

Although perhaps she felt it through their bond already,
he wasn't sure. Just incase, as he passed the demons small shop, he cast a single thought through their bond.[#375c96 [i I'm alright.]] It was a simple, two worded prompt to make sure she didn't worry about him. The demon deserved a break from all the stress he'd put on their contract. Even when she wasn't present when he gotten into trouble in the past, it was her powers that had saved his life more than once.

Besides Aomina, he had few friends. And the majority of them were probably busy preparing for the festival. That left only one other person. Hironori let his feet carry him over the familiar path, coming to a halt outside a small restaurant. Sucking in another breath, he pushed his way inside.

[#375c96 "Misao!"] He called out into the empty room, hoping the older man was hiding in the back and not off doing something else. His voice sharp, but not particularly changing in terms of tone. [#375c96 "Misao your information sucked,"] he grumbled under his breath, impatiently waiting for the villager to make an appearance. Despite the irritated air about him, Hironori was always grateful when the taikomochi heard something interesting and passed the information along. It wasn't much, tidbits of gossip here and there through his line of work.

Of course there relationship wasn't entirely one-sided. The kenjutsu master did spend countless hours with the other, training with him. And the long haired shinobi couldn't help but snort at the thought of back then, when he'd first stumbled upon the older man training with that little weapon of his. It had been quite a sight for the young adult whose whole life up until he'd left his home had been training with different types of blades. And while a tantou was certainly not his weapon of choice, the dark haired man understood the benefits of such a short blade. Misao had gotten a lot better since then, not that Hironori would ever admit it.

A low grumble passed over the male's voice once again as he waited for the other male. There wasn't much reason for the ninja to be so grumpy. The wound on his side was barely a flesh wound, and had stopped bleeding before he even returned to town. He was sour mostly because of the endless deadends.

Anyone else would have moved on by now. Even if it meant hiding and being undercover so no one found out they were a shinobi. But he stayed in this little village. Stayed and waited for the next lead to arise. And until it did, Hironori didn't quite mind waiting as much as he pretended to.
  | 浩典 | / KitsuneKit / 3y 178d 47m 51s
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He was possibly adopted by Richard Grayson?
He was never Robin, he went straight to Nightwing.
Dick still uses the Nightwing mantle occasionally. More so now that the Batclan took it away from Jonah.
Jonah means "Dove". His uncles tease him by calling him their little dove.
He takes after his Uncle Jason a lot more than his actual father.
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  | The Extra | / KitsuneKit / 3y 234d 7h 18m 55s
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[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/QcbHmhU.jpg]] [Lora Jonah could only let a sly grin sweep over his features. Thackery was right of course, it had been a long time. When he'd first hacked into the Academy records, it was the only name on a long list that didn't spark curiosity, only interest. But he hadn't been able to get much more information. For all his skills, Bruce, his dad, and Uncle Tim were a lot better. Even Thackery was a better hacker than he was. But Jonah knew it was mostly because who his mother was. Even Felicity Queen could out do the Bats if she put enough effort into it.

[#00163a "Star City is far from Gotham."] Nightwing pointed out, crossing the room to set his bag down on what appeared to be his side of the room. The smirk faltering slightly from his features. He'd never had to share a room before. Not facing the son of Green Arrow, he raised his voice to speak again. [#00163a "How long has it been man? 5 years?]

Although it was posed as a question, they both knew it wasn't. How could Jonah ever forget there time as dumb teenagers? Naive and curious. And curiosity killed the cat. Or the bird. The time had been quick and fleeting. They both knew it was going to end. It wasn't like the Grayson-Wayne could have stayed in Star City for the rest of his life. And Gotham had needed him. That in itself was a harsh reminder as why he was standing in the dorm room at all.

[#00163a "Did you get taller, Thaddy?"] Jonah questioned in response to Thackery's own question. Not much of an answer, but a reply nonetheless. Striking blue eyes peering over his shoulder to stare at his roommate. The nickname was sticky on his tongue, having not used it in so long. [#00163a "I thought you were going to stay a tiny shrimp forever."]
  | The Extra | / KitsuneKit / 3y 228d 13h 5m 38s
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  | The Hogwarts | / KitsuneKit / 3y 234d 7h 36m 45s
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  | The Hogwarts | / KitsuneKit / 3y 234d 7h 37m 52s
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[center [Acme If he was honest, he didn't understand why he always returned to this place. Why he didn't stray far. But something always made him come back. After all the disappointments, following a lead and coming up empty. He always came back. At least for now, it was home. With Mother, and Tosho-hime, Misao, and others. It was the only real reason he could see. Aomina had settled in this place. [i Yeah. That was it.] Why force the seamstress to move when they didn't have to? So Hironori strayed, like a gentle bird leaving the nest. But he always returned.

He bumped into someone on his way deeper into the village streets, already crowded enough with eager shopkeepers setting up before the festival began. And the dark haired man winced, lifting his hand to press a calloused fingers to his side. It was unfortunate, that Aomina's powers couldn't make him invincible. Especially when there was such a pretty price on the head of a ninja. But the small wounds carried on his flesh would've been a lot worse without her. Nicks and bruises rather than gaping holes and broken ribs. More of a nuisance than anything else. Unfortunate, but better bruised then dead.

Still, he didn't want to return to mother with blood on his hands. She was kind, for a demon, and he'd rather not worry her if he could prevent it. Besides Aomina, however, he had few friends. Little Toshi-hime was probably busy herself with festival prep. That left only one other person. Hironori let his feet carry him over the familiar path, coming to a halt outside a small restaurant. Sucking in another breath, he pushed his way inside.

"Misao!" He called out into the empty room, hoping the older man was hiding in the back and not off doing something else. His voice sharp, but not particularly changing in lilt or the generally impatient tone he typically carried.
  | 浩典 | / KitsuneKit / 3y 203d 11h 2m 25s
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