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  • ★ - fly with me to freedom [sign-ups] closed to new people !

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    FULL NAME&& Kurt James Warren
    NICKNAME(S)&& He just goes by Kurt
    GENDER/GENDER IDENTITY&& Cisgender Male
    DATE OF BIRTH&& April 22nd
    AGE&& 19
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    BIRD SPECIMEN&& Cerulean Warbler
    HEIGHT/WEIGHT&& He stands 5'6 and weighs 123 pounds
    HAIR TYPE&& His hair is always well styled but soft
    - hair color: Brown
    - hair length: Average length; if he were to not style it then it would only touch his eyebrows.
    EYE COLOR&& Light Blue
    SKIN TONE&& Caucasian and rather pale.
    BODY MODIFICATIONS&& None
    SPECIAL ABILITY&& Healing
    FACECLAIM&& Chris Colfer[/fancypost]
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    SHORT PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION&& Kurt is widely known for his sunny and sassy disposition. He is always retaliating with a sassy, but rather funny, response and is hardly ever brought down by others thoughts. He is definitely an individual; he has always acted upon what he likes rather than what others like. He always contributes something and is often seen giving advice to those who need it, whether it be gentle reassurance or sassy encouragement. He is also a rather fashionable persona, always aiming to be very clean and fashionable, and he's not afraid to tell you if he hates your outfit. But if you do manage to hurt his feelings, he shies away from you and tends to run from his problems. Despite being an individual and super sassy, he doesn't like confrontation about his feelings or problems. Sometimes he judges someone before he gets to know them, but is sincere in his apologies, if he swallows his pride enough to give you one. But you better believe he'll fight for his beliefs and his friends to the end of his life.
    - positive traits: Sassy-Caring-Funny-Individual-Clean-Comforting-Loyal
    - negative traits: Prideful-Holds Grudges-Secretive-Judges before he knows
    - likes: He enjoys shopping, clothes, singing, music, laughing with his friends, people who express themselves, reassurance, scarves, coffee, and talking.
    - dislikes: Tea, dirty areas, being ridiculed, stereotypes, confrontation, rain, overly-judgmental people, fish, death, and incurable diseases.
    HISTORY&& There's not much of a history to actually talk about. Kurt is the son of one of the doctors whom had created the avian kids, and was given up for experimentation. He was raised as an avian kid, with the other hybrids. He's watched them come and go, but never grew close to any of them, despite always being likable and outgoing. He doesn't know his father is one of the creators and doesn't know of his 'mother' either. Kurt is just a test tube baby, with no real family. But that never brought him down and soon he was making friends, trying to find ways to make sure they lived unlike all the others he's seen.
    - parents: Dr. Carson Warren
    - siblings: None.
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    SEXUAL ORIENTATION&& Homosexual
    ROMANTIC ORIENTATION&& Homoromantic
    RELATIONSHIP STATUS&& Single-open to plotting
    LOVE INTEREST&& None-open to plotting
    BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND&& None-open to plotting
    SPOUSE&& None-open to plotting[/fancypost]
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    PLOT IDEAS&& none so far but i'll let you know if I have one!
    MUSE LEVEL&& 7-8
    NICKNAME&& you can call me unmarked or bia c:
    OTHER&& I have finally created the other account and posted as I promised! Nice to meet you c:[/fancypost]
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | apps

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    [justify]"You smell like craigslist". "When you are different, when you are special, sometimes you have to get used to being alone". "Yes I like boys and no I really don't care; hit me if you'd like because you know that I'm not afraid of you anymore". [/fancypost][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: none; width: 300px; height: 300px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: -4px;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; height: 300px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 300px; min-height: 300px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana]
    FULL NAME HERE Christopher Kadin Megalos
    NAME ORGIN & MEANING Christopher-of greek origin meaning "to bear, to carry".
    Kadin-of arabic origin meaning "friend" or "companion"
    Megalos-of greek origin meaning "great".
    NICKNAME(S) Chris
    GENDER Male
    - gender identity: Cisgender Male
    - preferred pronouns: he/him
    AGE 22
    - birth date: September 19th
    POSITION nephilim




    HEIGHT 5'8
    WEIGHT 155 lbs; he's pretty light for his height but uses it to his advantage.
    HAIR TYPE Always styled well and soft to the touch, bone-straight.
    - hair length: average length; if he were to leave it down it would touch his eyebrows.
    - hair color: "mousey-brown" as he would call it with hints of blond in the sunlight.
    EYE COLOR Glasz; a rather uncommon eye color. It is a mixture of every color from blue to brown to grey to green.
    SKIN TONE he's your typical caucasian male with a side of rosy cheeks
    CLOTHING STYLE christopher is known for his quirky and flambuyont clothing style. in his ever-changing tide of clothes, the thing that he is often seen wearing is a scarf of some kind. and with that scarf he will pair skin tight skinny jeans, feminine colored button up shirts, and fancy shoes. he is always presentable. he can also be seen wearing bowties, oversized sweaters, and turtlenecks. he seems to have an unlimited supply of clothes. and basically the only thing you can count on him wearing all the time is a scarf.
    BODY MODIFICATIONS christopher has no body modifications.




    PERSONALITY TRAITS flambuyont, sassy, honest, clever, humorous, dramatic, an individual, insecure, accepting, defensive, jealous easily, realist, loyal, judgemental at times, insensitive at times, strong, excitable, unaware, witty, nosy, outgoing, quick to offend, blunt, playful, good with children, gentle when needed, neat, intelligent, a little dorky, submissive.
    LIKES clean places, kids, honesty, coffee, sunny weather, clothes, shopping, singing, music, his friends, expensive cologne or perfume, early mornings, birds, and scarves.
    DISLIKES cheap stuff, lies, tea, fish, lack of sleep, overly judgemental people, abuse, the smell of cinnamon, cinnamon gum, the color brown, war, messy areas, and cowboy boots.
    HISTORYchristopher was born to danny megalos and senora megalos on september 19th in los angeles, california. senora, an arabic shadowhunter, had met american shadowhunter danny 3 years before and married him despite her parents wishes. she moved with him to his home in los angeles, and gave birth to baby christopher 2 years later. in case you were wondering, he didn't get one bit of anything from his mother but her smile. christopher was brought up as a shadowhunter would be, taught the ways of the shadowhunter world and trained him well. but christopher was never appealed by the life of a shadowhunter and was far different from those kids around him, something his parents feared. while not unaccepting of their sons individuality, the two attempted to lie about what he was like in the prescene of other nephilim. but sooner or later that came to end when christopher confronted them about it and said he would change for no one. Soon enough he and his family moved closer to the california institute, where christopher would begin training once more with other nephilim children. not many accepted him so willingly. christopher was not particularly good at anything that nephilims were supposed to be good at and held no desire to be of shadowhunter blood, finding mundane stuff much more fascinating. but he trained for his parents rather than himself and endured the ridicule of the other kids for his sexuality, his high voice, and his lack of skill. he learned to ignore them and isolated himself, despite being an outgoing boy. and as he grew, his beliefs grew stronger and his individuality continued to heighten. and though his voice never did deepen the way other kids did, and though his clothing sense got more and more flambuyont, he never lost himself along the way. and truly, that's all there is to christopher's story.
    - birthplace: los angeles, california
    - parents: danny megalos and senora megalos
    - siblings: only child
    - other kin: n/a




    SEXUALITY Homosexual
    RELATIONSHIP STATUS single and open for plotting
    LOVE INTEREST(S) n/a but open
    SPOUSE n/a
    TURN ONS taller, dark hair, dark eyes, smells good, a little bit of a nerd, relatable, accepting, nice smile.
    TURN OFFS rude, unaccepting, shorter, smells bad, if you're a girl, misogynistic, and lighter eyes though that one isn't as set.




    THEME SONG(S) defying gravity from wicked the muscial + anything upbeat
    FACECLAIM my lovely bby chris colfer
    PLOT IDEAS none at the moment but i'll let you know if i have any!
    OTHER this is an amazing thread!
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | private plotting

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    Skyward sure, I feel like christopher would always go to her to gossip and point out cute guys along with recommending cute girls for her lmao. btw helena is such a qt I can't
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | private plotting

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    'tis not a problem m'lady cx and thank you!! i'm not sure whether I should post on the rp thread or not since I haven't done much plotting with anyone o-o
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | private plotting

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    alright, i'll go reply now then! thanks cx
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | roleplay

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    christopher was seated on the floor a tad bit farther away from everyone else. though outgoing and sociable he had yet to actually make any sort of bond with any of the other nephilim in the room, but he was sure he would form some type of friendship with a few of them considering he was stuck in this place with them for who knows how long. christopher's eyes sparked with interest as soon as a few of the shadowhunters suggested truth or dare; something both fun and mundane. he watched the circle begin to grow more steadily and shook his head at the pestering of who would go first. he would have gladly offered to go first had he not felt so out of place with the others, feeling alone in a large room. but he could only blame himself for that; he made no bonds because he made no effort to. enough with the pity party though, it was time to watch the others humiliate themselves or do something ultimately unsanitary. that's how it always worked during truth or dare and what could he say, he found it hilarious.


    his glasz eyes flickered around the room, mentally making comments about their outfits and behaviors in his head. chris was honest to a fault, always willing to tell you that he thought your clothes made you look like a technicolor zebra, but with the possibility of offending someone which he's found he's quite good at. it's not his fault some people didn't know good taste when it hit them in the face. but in this room, not many were challenged in that sort of way. they all had an alluring beauty to them or enchanting persona as most shadowhunters did. and then there was him with his turtle face. god, what a terrible misfortune that he had been left out of the beauty loop. is the world always so cruel?


    king of gossip and drama, christopher knew that this game would unleash vigorous quantities of both. he was basically glowing with vibrant energy and anticipation. now don't get him wrong, christopher did love gossip, but he typically never used it to harm someone intentionally. unless you somehow managed to make it on his bad side, which was fairly hard to do. none of those in the room were even relatively close to that side. but he knew one thing for sure.


    someone smelled like they'd had the whole bar dumped on them. and needless to say, alcohol and mundane games never mixed.
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | roleplay

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    christopher looked up in surprise, catching sight of helena and grinning in return. he scooted over and patted the floor next to him, happy that someone finally decided to attempt to socialize with him. they'd talked a couple of times on occasion and she had seemed very intriguing and interesting, unlike some others he had come across so many times before. she was stubborn and quiet, but she was multi-faceted; she had so many sides to her you had no idea which one you were going to get, and one was no less intriguing than the other.


    "come join me on my small expanse of cold floor that needs to be cleaned as soon as possible," he said dramatically, spreading his arms wide in a grand gesture. he caught the oh so obvious refusal on helena's face as she glanced away from giselle. he shook his head and tsked her, but said nothing more than that. the only reason it was so obvious to him that helena thought giselle was interesting and utterly rapturing is because 1) he honestly had no life so all he did was watch people like a stalker and 2) gossip and relationship were his thing. he himself had yet to find anyone whom had captured his attention, like so many others had already. it didn't bother him most of the time though. he did not need a man; he was a strong, independent young male who just really liked scarves and coffee.


    christopher was sure everyone had heard of him, and none of the rumors would be good. they'd probably heard he found mundane things much more interesting and had no real desire to be shadowhunter, or that his voice hadn't changed all that much in his teenage years so he sounded like a girl. or perhaps maybe it was how he unabashedly stated his love for men rather than women and continued his 'unacceptable' views on life. or maybe they'd heard he just really liked scarves. because he really did like scarves.


    he glanced once more at the circle and chuckled slightly, leaning back onto the palms of his hands. christopher's outfit of the day was a black scarf, some black skinny jeans which was basically all he owned in pants, a grey button up, and some grey shoes. it was greyscale day; dress in neutrals. presentable as always, he reached up and fixed his hair once more, both a regular habit and a nervous habit. he glanced over at helena again and asked,"how are you on this daunting and perpetually miserable evening? ready for the inevitable drama and alcohol consumption?"
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  • ★ - fly with me to freedom [chatting/plotting] open to members !

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    awesome!! hi, hello, nice to meet all of you cx


    kurt warren - cerulean warbler - nineteen - healing - homosexual - sassy - unique - insecure - sunny - clean - secretive - open for all plots c:
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  • LET'S SEE HOW FAR WE'VE COME // apps.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 0px solid black; width: 400px; height: 10px; font-family: arial; color: black; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;]you paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=white; border: 1px solid black; width: 400px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: black; text-align: justify; height: 200px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 400px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify;][b]full name jeremiah lucius levine
    jeremiah was given the name of one of the major authors and prophets of the old testament as both of his parents were historical and biblical nuts. they thought naming their child jeremiah would influence his personality as he grew older, hoping for philosophical and deeply calm man. he acquired the middle name of lucius meaning "light" as his parents hoped he would be a very bright and intelligent young man. he was the sun of their world. levine is yet another hebrew name meaning "attached" which was just the name he was perpetually born with though his parents once more found meaning to it, pridefully saying he would become attached to knowledge and religion; a perfect boy.
    nickname/s he's often called jeremy by his peers and associates but is also known as dr. jeremiah, as he refuses to go by his last name.


    age finally at the ripe age of 29 and one step away from the dreaded 'middle age'
    jeremiah is often mistaken for older by the way he holds himself with the utmost maturity and by the way he speaks, often choosing complicated and wise words that he uses on a daily basis. his physical age has done him well though occasionally granting him the "how old are you" question. his physical appearance causes occasional questions, always assuming he's younger rather than older, yet his mental age has far surpassed his actual age of 29. he's a walking contradiction.
    birth date december 16th


    sex jeremiah was born male.
    gender jeremiah identifies as cisgender male
    prefers he/him pronouns.
    title gravitational physicist
    faceclaim matthew gray gubler


    written appearance jeremiah is often identified by his always messy chesnut colored hair and by his awkward lankiness in proportion to his height. while standing exactly 6'0 jeremiah has not yet seemed to be granted the body weight for his height, weighing in at only 137 pounds. he is all sharp angles and bones with a razor sharp jawline and skinny yet lengthy limbs. while awkward in posture and weight he makes up for it in nervously cute smiles and tactfully messy hair. his chesnut hair is always mussed in some way, generally wavy and looking as if he's just rolled out of bed. yet the hair is silky and easy to run your hands through despite the constant disarray that it is.


    but his smile, yes oh his smile, is what captures the heart of many. with signature straight white teeth so blinding they almost look fake and the way his eyes squint up when he grins, his smile dazzles all that meet him. paired with a narrow yet well sculptured face he's the kind of boy you find cute in your science class.


    jeremiah's eyes are a warm light brown with an everlasting dark ring around them, naturally there since the time he was born. the dark rings and constant bags under his eyes give him a sleepless look more often than not. while he is an insomniac, he gets quite flustered and embarrassed when people point out that he looks as if he's barely slept in a week, as the dark bags are naturally there and he can do nothing to change them. paired with long and feathery light eyelashes, his eyes give off a more kind and soft look than the rest of him.


    while caucasian he's not your typical pasty white nor your sought after bronze tan; he's simply right inbetween with peachy skin and rosy cheeks. while clear, his skin is sensitive to certain types of chemicals so it reddens easily as it gets irritated. he also happens to blush very easily due to this and curses his genetics for giving him naturally rosy cheeks.


    lanky as can be and so awkwardly put together as a science lab gone wrong, he stands at 6'0 tall and weighs a mere 137 pounds. watch out for the bony elbows and lengthy legs ladies, he's prone to hitting things and knocking them over.
    while he has no body modifications he finds them intriguing and often asks people who have them how much it hurt for future reference though everyone knows he won't do it. no tattoos either as he's not a super big fan of needles, especially not thousands of tiny ones piercing your skin all at once.
    while virtually scar less, he has a few noticeable scars on his hands and neck from experiments gone wrong or just from simple every day procedures. they reside mainly on the palms of his hand where he's been cut with glass or such. otherwise there are no noticeable scars.
    clothing style jeremiah is often seen in button up shirts and nice dress pants of some kind, always looking clean except for that forever messy hair. he tends to wear neutral colors for his personal preference, grey being one of his favorite. he dresses professionally everywhere he goes, even in his own home, as he does not know any different. you will never see him in sweatpants or blue jeans or with running shoes on; he finds them unprofessional and he feels uncomfortable in them. he often wears a blazer with his button ups or a tie, also of neutral color. if you tried to get him to wear anything other than button ups and dress pants he would look like a sad cat you forced into a dress.


    written personality ah, jeremiah is the walking form of awkwardness, intellectual superiority, and cleanliness. he never seems to know where to put his hands, always having to have them tapping something, and tends to knock stuff over without meaning to resulting in immediate rushed apologies. he's considered a genius by many though he doesn't consider himself one; he loves to learn new information and hear different view points. he's a great listener which is both a good and bad thing because while he hears everything you say, it's literally [i]everything you say. but don't worry he's rather trustworthy; mainly for his own reputation but he'd never intentionally destroy someone else's life. he tends to stumble over words and repeatedly blushes, as he gets embarrassed easily over the slightest of things. while he gets embarrassed easily he also bounces back just easily, quickly getting over his previous misgivings or accident. you can always count on jeremiah to be on time and presentable; he's never late. he's a perfectionist to say the least and slightly ocd. he likes everything in it's place and if you move it he just might have a heartattack. cleanliness is a must have at his job and at his home so if you like dirt and sweat and germs you might not recruit him as a friend easily. he's unusally unadept at picking up romantic advances and compliments, often giving you a blank look if you give him either. he responds to criticism and insults with witty come backs, proving he can be humorous at times. he's not much for jokes and laughing, but he knows sarcasm when he sees it. but not everything is fine and dandy with dr. jeremiah. he tends to isolate himself from other people and doesn't make friends easily, coming off as aloof to many. he doubts the abilities of himself and of others easily, becoming discouraged when his experiment fails or when one of his team members fails to complete a task. jeremiah tends to work at fast paced levels and doesn't realized that not everyone is as intelligent and advanced as he is, making him oblivious and insensitive at times.
    trustworthy - intelligent - reliable - adaptable - witty
    perfectionist - neat-freak - easily embarrassed - workaholic
    doubtful - oblivious - insensitive - aloof - insomniac
    intp


    sexuality asexual
    jeremiah does not have a significant other and has no desire to have one.
    jeremiah is single but not open for a relationship
    turn ons jeremiah does not experience attraction so he has no turn ons
    turn offs jeremiah does not experience attraction so he has no turn offs


    backstory jeremiah lucius levine was born to caroline leanne levine and kristoph ray levine who were devote christians and historians on december 16th at 2:37 am. while his parents adored him the minute he was born, they also tended to suffocate him with their expectations and ideals. jeremiah developed speaking and walking skills quickly, learning at a faster pace than those around him. caroline and kristoph were overjoyed and enrolled him in private school for the gifted at the young age of 5, beginning his long school related history of doubts and high expectations. from a young age jeremiah found science interesting, reading as many books as he could as he grew and began formulating his own ideas about how the world came to be and such. but when jeremiah revealed what he thought to his parents, overjoyed at the idea of something incredible happening, they shot him down immediately. they scolded him for that silly myth that was 'science' and reprimanded him of the bible and of how jesus christ was their lord and savior. and while jeremiah did not hate religion, he did not believe nor understand it. but he apologized for his behaviors still and promised that he would try not to question his 'faith' again. little did they know that was exactly what he would do. nearly 11 years later, jeremiah is graduating his private school one year early and has once more formulated his own ideas. only this time he does not apologize for his beliefs. as he grew up he became isolated and took solace in knowledge, books, and science rather than making friends. his parents never shoo'ed him out of the house to go make friends or to go have fun, instead enjoying the fact that their son was a genius. and though he was very smart, he was also very lonely. the second he graduated high school he revealed to his parents he would be going hardvard, as he got his acceptance letter months earlier. they were overjoyed! that is until he revealed he would be majoring in gravitational physics and minoring in astrophysics. repulsed by his dreams and his beliefs, they hesitate on paying his tuition to go to college. but while they do not agree with him on much, he is their son so they pay his tuition and send him off to college. at college he flies through classes easily, grasping the attention of many and astounding all of those around him. he earns every possible degree he can, all the while staying isolated and immersing himself in knowledge. it was only when he was recruited into the team that he began to socialize and make friends, allowing himself to have fun.
    missoula, montana
    caroline leanne levine - kristoph ray levine
    he was an only child.
    n/a


    occupation gravitational physician
    wealthy and born to high class parents
    residence he has his own residence


    plot ideas none but i'll let you know if I have one!
    other finally finished and this thread is absolutely amazing c:
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  • IF I CAN'T MOVE HEAVEN, I'LL RAISE HELL | roleplay

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    now christopher was not one for alcohol, under any circumstances. he generally disliked the taste but if you were to see him drunk, it would not be pleasant. he got insanely bold and rather affectionate to just about anyone in his path; he's a rather funny but touchy drunk. so no alcohol for him. ever.


    christopher smiled at helena's statements and nodded, watching them with an amused glint in his eye. "that was actually a really good dare, funny but harmless. that's true, there's definitely going to be some more ...interesting challenges," he said decidedly, leaning his chin into the palm of his hand. this was probably the most fun he'd had in weeks because it was so mundane and harmless, which are two things he likes. lately all he's been doing is training and training and...oh look at that, more training. and yet he never seemed to get any better. no matter how hard and how long he stayed up practicing, he missed nearly every target. lost nearly every fight. he was virtually useless on the battlefield besides being graceful, and he could thank the runes for that partially. at least he could serve as a help with his witty comebacks and sassiness. those were some pretty lethal weapons.


    he glanced over at helena and noticed her playing with her boots, which were standard shadowhunter clothing material but still pretty enough. "i like your boots! they bring out your dark features." and they did! with her dark hair and dark eyes, the black boots made them pop even more along with emphasizing her tan skin. and here he was again going on about fashion. he played with his scarf absently, eyes practically glued to the scene in front of him. truth or dare was always so fun to watch but definitely a pain to play. now he wasn't regretting the fact that he basically secluded himself from everyone and was virtually unlikable; no shame game for him!
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  • ★ - fly with me to freedom [roleplay] open to members !

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: 10px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 10px; margin-top: -10px; text-transform: lowercase; letter-spacing: 4px]a reason to smile[/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 260px; height: 210px; padding: 10px; padding-top: 0px; overflow: hidden; margin-left: 0px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; height: inherit; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow-y: auto; overflow-x: hidden][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: inherit; min-height: 210px; padding: 0px; font-family: verdana; color: #151515; font-size: 9px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase]
    kurt, god you had to love him, was currently arguing with the lunch ladies about why it looked as if their hamburgers had become liquefied. try as he might, the ladies merely glared at him and slapped a hamburger onto his tray. the lady whom had served him continued to glare and said bitterly,"yours has an extra surprise on it; I spit on it." crinkling his nose in disgust, he opened his mouth to retort with something but was promptly cut off by a watchdog shoving him forward in line, urging him to stop holding up the line and get on with it.


    kurt frowned but gave up the fight as he sat at a lone table by himself, staring down at the food in disdain. he was actually a pretty cheerful kid, always willing to provide input and give advice. but he was also a rather sassy and prideful individual, unwilling to back down when he felt something was worth fighting for. apparently none of these traits meant anything here; he was always shot down or given consequences. at one point in time he'd sassed a watchdog and gotten no food or water for 2 days; he hadn't even done anything remotely bad. but he could do nothing but back down and become obedient, most of the time that is.


    he stared down at his lunch once more and sighed as he caved in, picking up the soggy vegetables with reluctance. a natural born health activist, he typically refused to eat anything remotely unhealthy or dirty. unfortunately the cafeteria seemed only to serve disgusting food, which he had to force down if he wanted to live. at 19 he stood only 5'6 and weighed only 123 pounds; a small boy by far. he admittedly guessed that his lack of weight and height was from both genetics and his picky tendencies when it came to food; not that he truly cared. his light weight made it easier to fly. it occasionally became embarrassing when girls were taller than him though.


    he could feel his cerulean wings ache as he stood up to throw his tray away, having only eaten the soggy vegetables, the nearly expired milk, and a couple of the french fries. he wondered what it would have been like to fly, to truly fly. of course he's flown before but it's always been indoors and it had been against his will. kurt had always been here, from start to finish. he'd watched avian kids come and go, and only now was his making a stand to protect them. they would find a way out of here somehow. some day.
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  • ★ - fly with me to freedom [roleplay] open to members !

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    ooc; aw atlas you cutie


    ic;


    kurt felt eyes on him and stiffened just slightly, unsure on whether it was a curious gaze or a scrutinizing gaze. he's had plenty of both; what else could you expect in a place like this? but upon turning around he relaxes as the gaze is not one of hatred but rather interest. the boy looks away just as fast though seemingly unwilling to be seen looking. an embarrassed yet pleased smile inches it's way onto kurt's face as he watches the boy stand, looking mildly irritated. he catches sight of elegant black wings and instantly knows that the male is of the raven class. though the education this place has provided was very little, the information they did learn he listened intently to. you never know when knowing something about someone's bird species could save their life.


    kurt watches the boy go, itching to follow but too prideful to do so. he sighs briefly before casting his eyes around the room, categorizing the types of birds the avians were mixed with. it was something he did often just to keep himself occupied and to increase his knowledge. he didn't particularly like learning but found it necessary in times of need. and still to this day he had yet to find another warbler. it didn't bug him too much being the only warbler here but it occasionally got a little saddening. all of the birds the others were mixed with were always intelligent or strong or deadly but he himself had no real classification. warblers were always just pretty birds with pretty voices and pretty feathers. and don't get him wrong, he definitely loved being called pretty and cute, but occasionally he wondered just what exactly he was mixed with this breed for. was he just meant for decoration? but he'd show them. they'd get out of here some day.


    kurt, unable to deal with the sickening sights of the foods and the blank faces of the avians, made his way into the bathroom. he liked to appear well dressed and crisp, always trying to get his hair to stand up and attempting to wear eccentric and daring clothing. but this place rarely provided anything other than drab clothes. he liked colors; colors were one of his favorite things. so admittedly he did like his wings, as they were bright cerulean. as soon as he looked in the mirror he gasped and leaned in closer, scrunching up his nose. "oh my god; I look terrible!" turning his back to the mirror and making his way out the door he states with determination,"first things first, as soon as we get out of here I'm getting hair products."
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  • ★ - fly with me to freedom [roleplay] open to members !

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    kurt watched with an eyebrow raised at the running avian, seeing him going to the recreational room. it was a pretty place, the only pretty place there was in here, but kurt often avoided it. he might love color and he might love beautiful things but if all he focused on was the boring stuff here, he couldn't ruin the image that room produced. it was kind of stupid honestly, the way he thought. but if you were locked in a miserable place for so long, even the beautiful things became a nightmare. and he didn't want that to happen.


    so instead he stayed in the hallway, right next to the cafeteria. he slid down the wall, sitting on the cold floor. he stared down at it, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. he always counted the avians. every single day. every single one. when he'd been younger he hadn't even tried to stop or warn the other avians he saw disappear, merely turned a blind eye and let it happen. but now he was. he made sure nobody was missing and if they were, he tried to find out where they were. some might call it creepy but to him it was a mission. save every possible one you can. he even had the power of healing for crying out loud; he could be helping others if he weren't stuck in here. he'd figured his power out when he'd once more sassed a watchdog, except instead of starving him they intended to beat him. it was only one but he packed a hard punch, a direct hit to Kurt's nose and a few swift kicks to the ribs. the watchdog had left him lying there and kurt was nearly crying from pain, that seemed to be lessening and lessening. the next thing he knew his nose was no longer bleeding and his broken ribs were snapping back in place. and that's when he knew.


    he could heal nearly every cut or bleeding wound, as well as burns. and while he could heal some sicknesses he could not heal all. some wounds were too grave that he could not heal them. it all depended on how bad the wound or illness was. either way he'd try to help you.


    the smile on his face was tiny but bright. when they got out of here, he would serve as a medic. he was sure of it.
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    kurt looked up in confusion, opening his mouth to ask what the boy was talking about, before his cuffs merely shattered. and not to mention, they were shattered by the uncuffed avian. he stared at him in shock for a few moments before standing, a grin brightening his face. "let's go help the others!" he was ready to take off but paused, turning back with a sincere smile. "thanks." and then he was off, attempting to seem cuffed and natural looking towards the cafeteria in anticipation. there were some other avians here and he wouldn't be able to uncuff them, so he would need that boys help. he turned back and waited patiently, although he was practically somersaulting in his mind. they were finally getting out of here! they could actually go fly outside and see colors and feel an actual breeze; this was a dream come true. but first they needed to get everyone out of here safe and sound, if anyone were to get hurt, he would be the one to fix it. with a determined glint in his eye he surveyed the area for any stray avians. it was time.
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    //I'm terribly sorry I was inactive for the whole weekend, I had band practice in Arkansas//


    kurt blinked at the extended hand but then smiled warmly, taking it a little timidly and shaking. "I'm kurt, a pleasure to actually talk to you." he was concerned for the boys condition, as he'd used a lot of his power to break the cuffs on all of the avians. kurt didn't really know if his ability worked for exhaustion, as it wasn't technically a sickness, but he should try anyways. his cheeks flamed red as he fixed his hair awkwardly, suggesting,"you see, I can heal people and I hope it doesn't weird you out or anything because I swear I'm not some kid that follows you around and watches you as you sleep, but I'm just going to try and give you some energy back. But I have to touch you so bear with me."


    kurt mentally cursed himself for talking so much and so quickly, something he did when he felt threatened or when he was nervous. he extended an ever so slightly trembling hand and laid it against atlas' cheek, the only place he could think of that exhaustion would manifest. he had to touch the affected area for it to heal and the head is where he assumed exhaustion struck.


    he kept it there for a few moments, eyes occasionally flicking around to see if there was any stray avians they had missed. blue eyes focused on atlas again, asking,"is it working?" now that he'd thought about it, it seemed kind of pointless to try and heal exhaustion. but honestly without even truly knowing atlas, kurt could tell he would definitely be one of the leaders. and they'd need a leader to survive. hopefully, they could get out of here on time and with everyone alive. hopefully.
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