Posts by spectra321

Traits: I am a a fluffy she-wolf with round, wild eyes and large, widely set ears. I tend to blow little things up into big things and get overly dramatic, but I honour and respect my elders, always.

History: My brother was killed by a wolf from Charred Canyon. I will have revenge one day.

Silver stood on a buildings ledge,afraid.She pulled her jacket off and clutched it like a blankie,even though she was 13.She shivered with anxiety.She unfolded her wings and let them span out.She fell. And she flew. "Who-hoooo!"

Can I still join?

O.C:
Silver~ Long black hair with a silver streak in her bangs. Wears a white eye patch over one eye and the other is ice blue. Wings are white right now with baby feathers but are starting to change to black and snowy-owl pattern. Has white fox ears at the top of her head tipped with black and a white fox tail also tipped with black. Wears a black hoodie and black skinny jeans. Isn't very experienced in flying. Is quiet most of the time. Serious but can surprise people by the things she does. Dislikes people touching her at all. Not very good at social cues.

I.C: Silver sat in an alley way, looking at the ground. She was playing with a badly homemade yarn doll. She heard growling down the alley way that opened out to somewhere. She stood up, dropping the doll. "Dog?" she asked quietly. Then she heard inhuman yelling. She pulled her hoodie over her head and flew shortly but clumsily to the top of the building. She walked to the side and saw the situation below. "Wolf-men??" she whispered to herself, astonished. The she saw the winged girl. "Wings!" she almost said a little too loudly. She stood, made a signal to Raven in hope she would notice, and jumped down from the top of the building, crowbar in her hands. It came down on top of the head of an Eraser. Then, still standing on the shoulders of the dead eraser. swung again at the next one.

Silver swung her crowbar over the head of the last Eraser and jumped off the falling body. She stared emptily at the ground watching the blood pool. Then she started screaming.

( Authors note: Sorry I didn't mention this in the O.c, but Silver has PTSD.)

Silver grabbed her hair and threw the crow bar down and slowly quieted her scream. She turned and started hitting her fists against the wall. Her eyes were wide and she had a terrified, haunted look on her face. She started rambling inaudibly. She trembled. Then stopped. She whispered to her self, ignoring the surprised looks of those around her. "Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Don't scream. Stop. Bad. It's not here. It's not happening anymore. You're in a better place. You're better. Than this." She stiffly walked back down the alley, picked up her yarn doll, shoved it in her pocket, and stiffly walked back to the others. There was a quiet moment, then city noise reigned again.

Silver stood, quiet. Then she spoke. "PTSD." she said. "Don't worry, I don't usually flip out." She looked at the others. "So, we have a winged one," she gestured to Raven, "a wolf one," she pointed to May, "a red head," she pointed at Halo, " and me. Well, I guess you're wondering why I killed a bunch of wolf men and how I'm not freaking out that I'm standing next to a kid with wolf genes and a girl with bird genes, is because I'm a bit of both." She tore off her hoodie to reveal a purple flannel shirt, fox ears, a fox tail, and then dramatically unfolded her wings. "Okay. I understand. I'm not part Eraser,okay? And no I can't read your mind. And also, I don't care if Red head here is a human, she's not freaking out and help me kill those Erasers. And sorry for calling you red head, but I don't know your name. Names, please. I'm Silver."

Silver tended to be very, well, weird. She talked a lot at times and at others was dead silent. It was like she had two sides of herself. Sometimes one reigned, sometimes the other. She slowly waved her crowbar from side to side, the top facing the ground. She walked a few steps away and pushed over a box. Under it was a backpack. She picked it up, stuffed her hoodie in it, and zipped it back up. She stepped back and waited for the others to speak.

(Am i allowed to join?) :)

"Great. Anyone else?" she asked, bored.

Name: Silver

Age: 14

Looks:

(except with black jeans instead of a skirt and no sword)

Winged or Eraser: Winged with catlike ears and tail

Wings:

(with a black outline)

Tail and ears:

Back story: Can't remember the first 6 years of her life. She woke up one day, almost seven(in age), in a cage. She won't tell anyone, but one day when she was eleven she went on a rampage and busted her way out of the lab. She refuses to tell what happened after that or anything else but that she broke out when she was eleven.

Personality: Has weak PTSD. Silent, and most of the time is expressionless or has a unforgiving expression. But she can surprise people by being sociable and kind. She loves drawing. Has fierce loyalty even though she can be unsociable. Not good at social cues. Deadly while fighting. Sometimes gets sorrowful looks.

Other: Has a backpack filled with survival stuff. Has a crowbar and a long machete.

Oh thx :)

Should we start?

Is it to late to join?

(so sorry im late)

Silver ran forward. She smelled Erasers. She made sharp turns through the ally ways and found her self on the right of a group of Erasers. She quickly pulled out her crow bar and smashed one over the head. She jumped off it's shoulders and hit one strait through the chest. She jumped off it, then flipped around, her body strait, her leg strait and out, and kicked one over the head, forcing it down. She had a cloth over her mouth and nose but her hoodie had come loose in the back flip, revealing her fox ears. She bagged her long crowbar and took out her machete. "Get the others! Help me!" she yelled at the other hybrids. She slashed to the side. Her eyes were focused, narrowed, and deadly.

(SO sorry that post was a bit... well, very violent. Fight scenes are'nt really pretty though)

O.C
Name: Mira Siven

Nickname: Silvy

Age: 13

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Except she has jeans instead of a skirt. Has a mask covering her nose, mouth, and neck. Wears denim gloves. Strangely her arms are covered in scars ringing up her arms like someone left hairbands on her arms and they made indentations in her skin. Wears converse. Has no idea how eyes are gold.

Personality: Serious. Annoyed. Deadly. Merciless. Quiet. Extremely loyal and strangely persuasive.

History: Remembers only very recent things. That she was in school when the outbreak happened. Strangely came to the cafeteria in a school uniform. Lived in a bad neighborhood raised by a bad mother and a quiet brother. She knows that a day before the outbreak her brother killed her mom.

Provisions: A backpack filled with survival stuff. Her weapons are a rifle, a long crowbar with a sharp edge, a handgun, a cross-bow, and a machete.

Other: A skilled gymnast and fighter. A fast runner.

Silvy walked into the cafeteria swiftly. She sat down next to you guys. "What's going on? Why are you dressed like that? Do you remember anything? What are the 'Greys' out there? Why was the hallway closed off? Why are we in this place? Is this a hospital? Do you know anything?" she asked, annoyed.
People looked around uneasily. Even though she had asked a bit quietly, her words seemed to echo. She stared at the walls. "The walls are sound-proof. And they seem to be made out of titanium or some similar metal. Why are we being protected? I have a bad feeling about this place." she whispered uneasily. She felt strange, like she hadn't talked in ages. She suddenly took note that she shouldn't talk so much. That it wasn't like her to do so. Why couldn't she remember anything?

"Get back here and HELP ME!" she yelled after Zac. "Ugh. I have to do EVERYTHING." She ran to Zac and grabbed his shirt. "You have a weapon?" she asked.

"If you wanna run off, then go. This is your last chance to be safe. I can disarm your tracker. No more Erasers. Sound to good to be true? Take the chance or leave it. I don't have TIME for this!" She turned and pulled a handgun out of her backpack and hit a Eraser who had noticed they went another way. You think ITEX kills it's own Erasers? You realize they don't make those out of thin air?! Urgh I don't have TIME FOR THIS!!!"

(sorry i didnt mention this but Silver gets angry really easily)

She hit two more Erasers with the handgun and let go of Zac's shirt. "The name's Silver." she said "And NEVER tick me off. Comprendo? Now fight or leave." she pulled out a strange devise. "This disables your chip. I do it as soon as this battle's over. I'd really like an ally." She stared at Zac curiously then ran back to the remaining four Erasers, tucking away the chip disabler.

((sorry I haven't been on in a while but now I'm totally lost. Can anyone catch me up and I'll just act like I was there the whole time never saying a word ^-^))

Silver smiled. "Thanks." she said. A few of the group members looked her way, a bit startled by her voice. It was like she'd been invisible. She had been mostly in the background, doing what was to be done mutely. She took a chip and leaned back against a tree, taking minuscule bites. A small, yellow box of chocolate and caramel candy caught her eye. She pointed to it. "Can I have that one?" she asked. She had had a good feeling about today. She wondered if that was why she was talking now. Her hood fell back and her ears perked gently. Suddenly, her face became solemn. "I'm sorry I didn't do this before. It's been kind of busy, but that's no excuse. She took a strange devise out. "You remember this, right Zac? A Tracker-chip Dis-abler. I'm sorry my promise is late." she said. She continued on. "All of our chips are located in our forearms. This devise turns them off. So who's first?"

Can I join as well?
((sorry I don't know how to put spoilers))

Name: Mira
Subject name: -5 (Negative five)
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Silver is an unknown type of hybrid. The closest thing to describing her kind is demon. She has sharp teeth when she wants to, her eyes can turn red, and she can get talons. Her eyes are ice blue. She has silver hair with three black streaks. She wears a red flannel shirt covered by a black jacket with cat ears that stick out on the sides. She wears headphones. She can turn into an arctic owl and arctic fox hybrid.

Personality: She refuses to tell anyone anything about her past except that she in a maximum security simulator cell for a reason and that she is a specially designed human (or rather, hybrid) weapon. It's hard to make her angry. She is extremely loyal, skilled, very intelligent(as she was designed to be), and and usually silent. Sometimes when it's quiet she becomes lost in thought. She can be very cold to others and seems like she doesn't want to be anyone's friend. She loves electronic music.
Other: Can steal practically anything. Has the skills of a professional gymnast and can jump impossibly high. She surprises people with her love of sweet pastries, chocolate, caramel, and cakes.