THERES A PLACE WHERE THE BLOOD RUNS THICK // private

[dannychan]

gentle pets
that's ok c::::

[peridot.]

Noah "Nancy" Harborstein
Human
18 Years Old
Noah is not, in fact, a girl. He may look and 'act' like one, but he's not a girl. Hell, he's not even not a cis boy, he just enjoys nice clothing and makeup and traditionally 'feminine' things. That's what's made him keep his hair long and insist on dying it, and what's made him wear makeup and jewelry and dresses. He just enjoys the stuff. He despises the connotation that comes with all of it, but at this point he doesn't even give a shit that the kids at his school have taken to calling him 'Nancy' rather than Noah.
Besides the whole 'feminine thing', Noah is a fairly average kid. He gets good grades, but keeps mostly to himself and his little friend group, and is hoping one day to work in theatre (to almost nobody's surprise). His Mother is an extremely supportive person but married to an abusive asshole who masquerades as his stepfather, and calls him a things like 'queermo' and 'ninny girl' and hits him. At this point he just wishes that he would come up with new insults.
In terms of personality, he's also pretty quiet, but he's not afraid to speak his mind. He's very creative, and likes nice visual aesthetics. He has issues with hearing that he's had since he was a child, so he's not exactly deaf but he needs help sometimes, and knows sign language just in case things get worse. He's a rather dry and sarcastic person, and doesn't take shit.

[dannychan]

every day was the same. he would get up, he would get dressed and brush his hair and teeth, and then he would go on a walk to wake himself up, and maybe do some element training if seriva felt up to helping him. of course, routines don't last, and sometimes that had to change for.. decisions that we're just then made. such as finding someone washed up on the beach, which is what had happened to dain.

dain had been on his usual route, basket in hand as he searched for shells and oysters that might have washed up on the beach, since he knew seriva loved them. he had been collecting shells for almost one thousand years now, but it was still something he loved to do.

he sighed as he moved along, sandles soggy from the water and laces falling down his legs, despite the stone that stopped just below his knees snagging the twine. "ckdaszco*." he muttered under his breath, stopping to reach down and pull the laces back up, only to find what seemed like long, white hair at the tip of his sanford. his eyes followed the strands and he shrieked, horrified to find a person laying in the sand.

he scrambled over, hesitating and clearing his throat. "uh.. uhm.. hello? are.. are you awake?" he asked, voice oddly accented.

/the language he spoke is something i made up so if i use a word you wouldn't know, i'll translate it for you!
*ckdaszco / k - dah - sez - ko = damn

[peridot.]

Noah didn't remember much of what had happened that day. He remembered getting dressed, at least. It had been like usual, where he draped out his clothes for the day the night before and then had pulled them on the next day. Toady he was wearing a cream colored dress with an overcoat, and long stockings that went up to his thighs, and some of the best most exciting jewelry he had, mostly because today had been picture day, and he had wanted to look pretty. He could remember his Mother giving him a broad grin and calling his outfit very nice, and his Step-Father rolling his eyes and groaning a bit, before Noah flipped him off.

This was about all that he could remember before now. His long white hair was pulled out of the bun he had put it in this morning, and was now splayed out in a messy ray around him. His eyelids fluttered a bit as Dain spoke, but all he did was make a soft noise. It was around a minute or so before he finally seemed to stir, opening his eyes and glancing around for a moment before a squeak left his throat. He quickly sat up and pushed himself a bit away from Dain, glaring at him, "Who the hell are you? Where am I? Did you drug me?"

[dannychan]

dain's eyes widened, and he put his hands up, looking around. "no! no! i just found you here!" he squeaked, sleeves falling to reveal some of the rough grey that was his arm. his gloves were long, though they only went to around his mid forearm. he stared at noah for a long moment, leaning slightly to look at the males ears. they were rounded, unlike him, but tinier than a normal humans. he took a deep breath. "are.. you ok? hurt.. are you hurt?" he asked. all of his T's were sharp and exaggerated, as were his R's. dain slowly stood, wanting to offer noah his hand, but he was honestly too afraid to.

[peridot.]

Noah glared almost viciously at Dain, and looked like he just might launch himself at the other male, but once the elf started to ask him if he was hurt, he calmed down a bit. He hesitated for a mment before sitting up, huffing and pulling his skirt down over his knees again, "I'm fine, just... confused. I don't know where I am, and I don't remember how I got here."

[dannychan]

he nodded and hesitated. "can you stand? you look tired.. and cold.."

[peridot.]

"That's because I am tired. And cold." He said, huffing a bit. He ignored the other's offer of help, however, and pushed himself up onto his elbows, before eventually pushing himself all the way up to his feet. Huffing a bit, he brushed himself off and saif softly, "Who are you?"

[dannychan]

dain nerihorn
forest elf, seer taken in by the druids
around 19ish? or appears 19 but an elf's age is not given away through their appearance.
as a druid, he's one of the very few elves who actually has magic. most of his magic is based around what seer's normally do. he can't heal like the other druids, and his hands and legs are slowly turning to stone. each time he has a vision, the stone crawls further up his limbs. oddly enough, he can still move what has turned to stone. the druids are still trying to stop the stone, but the changing process has seemed to slow drastically since his first vision.
he's missing an ear thanks to bandits who cut it off to sell as elf ears are believed to have magical properties (when in reality, they're just ears).
has silver blood and saliva, just like any other druid. the blood only becomes silver once you become blooded with your mentor.
he found out he was a druid when he touched his mothers arm and saw a vision of her death. it was so horrific that he screeched and then passed it. a druid was called in to heal him, only to find out that he was a seer. he was taken away and that's how his mentor, a siren named seriva, claimed him. seriva raises him as one of her own.
he's incredibly timid, and hates to touch people as he sees possibilities of things south as their death. as he's grown older he's gotten more control over his power, and can often sense what is about to happen. when he talks, he's very quiet and gentle, and almost never looks people in the eyes. he refuses to change if people are around, ashamed of his stone limbs, as he sees them as a sort of curse.
he wears an forest elf amulet and is often seen wearing his druid robes or his forest elf robes

[member=503]peri.[/member] just make your character and i'll,, start!! the human would be transported to,, whatever we name this world so!! he can be from anywhere!!

[peridot.]

/I'm gonna,, track this bc I don't think I can make a character tonight. I'm starting to get to the point where it's hard to stay awake and I have no ideas..