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|Ari Collins|17|Female|Power: Communicate with the dead|
Ari pushed past her mother's sobbing form into her room, her brother James laid on his bed sipping his chocolate milk with brownies resting on his chest and a book hanging from the ceiling by a string. Hes something of a different breed she thought as she slammed the door to their room shut. "She" she jabbed her index pointer at the door "is a living monster that should die in hell," she yelled. She stormed over to her dresser and yanked out the drawers, she heard her brother roll off his bed and make his way over to her. He acts like a four-year-old and he's two years older! He grabs her by the shoulders and spins her around to face him "Brownie" he questions holding one out for her. Staring at the treat she narrows her eyes and grabs it before he changes his mind shoving it into her mouth. "Thanks" she sighed which came out more like fanks but whatever. She turned back to her dresser, rolling her eyes as her brother watched her take out her dad's old journal, "I thought mom burned all of his things" he marvels at the book in her hand "how did you get this." Ari smirked and took off her flower crown giving it to her brother to hold while she put her lapiz blue hair into a loose braid. "The devil should always keep an eye on her fires or a lost soul may get curious" she muttered and took the flower crown and put it back on her head. James shook his head and went back to his bed. Her Newfoundland came over and sniffed the book in her hands before whining, he must miss her dad as well, he was originally his dog. Her dad's not dead, even if everyone else says he is, he's not! He's just lost somewhere in this vast universe. "Shoot" she heard her brother mumble from behind her, "I have to get back to Cancer before they find out I'm gone." Ari set the book down on her dresser and walked over to her brother and let him pulled her into a bear hug, one that you never want to let go even though you should. She pushed him off afraid that this would be goodbye for longer then she could take. He looked hurt but she knew he understood why he waved at her as he made his way from the room and into the hall.

|James Collins|19|male|Power: Fear|
James shut the door as quietly as he could, he truly was in a hurry to get back and didn't need his mother demanding why he was on this planet and not Cancers. He tiptoed into the living room and stopped for a second to watch his mom cook, she was so beautiful, his father hurt her, he broke her. James took a deep breath and left the house in a hurry, he could catch a flight by one of his buddies on Tertius. Where is he. James was half scared to death by a figure appearing right in front of him. It scared him so much he fell to the ground and his glasses fell off. His head whipped down so he could refrain from looking at his buddy, even seeing the tiniest part of him could develop the allusion. His anxiety was shooting through the roof as he pushed the metal-rimmed glasses onto his face. "Don't you dare do that ever again" he yelled in the Leos language, which cause his friend to look at him like he had two heads. "I could have hurt you," he said in a language his buddy could understand.

After talking it out his buddy whos name was Ryan agreed to teleport him back to Cancer. It was swift, painful but swift. He appeared in his apartment and in a second Ryan disappeared. Humming James took off his father's brown leather jacket and threw it on the couch before walking into the kitchen to be greeted by his 'pet' cactus named steve. Steve was amazing and James could not ask for a better friend, around Steve James could finally take off his glasses, even though he didn't. That was the thing about his power, it worked on everybody, and he means everybody, that includes himself. So he never took them off unless he was going to sleep, even in the shower he wore them because he was afraid he would catch a glance in the bathrooms mirror and see himself. It had happened before and he promised himself never again. "Steve my man fran" he laughed awkwardly "remind me never to say that again." James made his way to the sink and filled up a tiny watering pot and watered steve, then he just sat down and explained everything that happened that day.

♍|Fawn|17|Male|Virgo|Terrakinesis|Tethys|Open|♍
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Hysan Dax | Male | 17 | Libra | Location: Kythera | Mentions: None

Golden light spilled profoundly out of his palms, his eyes glowing brightly as Helios had. A charming grin played onto his smooth lips, perfect pearls glimmering as shining light filled his throat, turning his skin a purer gold than the Leo's small sun. Just as he started to lift into the air, a thudding sound echoed throughout the room. "EXCELLENT!" went the judge, and the thudding noise rang out again. The wooden hammer fell silent against the table, and Hysan fell onto his knees, coughing quietly. A hand patted his back, and Hysan's vision cleared from the bright blindness he had adapted to when his power activated. He took the hand, lifting himself onto his feet. "Good job there, man. Best I've seen so far," the owner of the hand spoke, a friendly, masculine voice. Hysan smiled and nodded silently, patting his friend on the back as he walked briskly towards the large doors, the entrance of the grand building. He walked out, giving a nod of acknowledgement to the next in line, clearing his throat as he walked past the long lines of men and women, all aged sixteen and up. They all knew what they had been called for. The Choosing, as the jury called it, would determine the Saviors.

Neroli Hycanith | 18 | Male | Taurus | Vitulus | Mentions: N/A

With a yawn, Neroli had dragged himself to the kitchen, where he cut up a few fruits and ate them and relaxing against the counter. His mother hadn't woken up yet, but it was understandable, especially after the loss of.. him. Not that it mattered to him, though, he had never been close to his father. Looking out the screened doors that led to their garden, he sighed and quickly finished his fruits. He should start on tending to the garden. Going outside, he let his eyes adjust to the light before going to water the plants. Smiling slightly, he looked at the progress of all their fruits and vegetables, no doubt ready to be picked soon enough. The sound of faint footsteps caught his attention, and he swiftly turned around and headed back inside, leaving the rest of the plants without water. The frail form of Neroli's mother was slowly making her way to the dining table, and he helped her sit down in one of the chairs there. She looked up at him with a sad smile, her previously bright eyes now dull as she put her hand on his cheek. "My beautiful hycanith.." she whispered, and Neroli grasped her hands and set them back down on her lap. He signed to her that he would prepare her breakfast, and he went back to the kitchen to cook eggs and cut another set of fruits. Once he was done, he walked over, plate in hands as he set it down infront of her, but his mothers' eyes looked distant as she ate her breakfast slowly. Neroli frowned as he watched her, seating himself beside her. A spark of rage flickered in him as he thought about his father. His useless, dirty, lying cheating father. It was a surprise he was still on this planet. He pushed the thoughts far back into his head, and tried to think of more happier things, and sat silently beside his grieving mother.

|Ari Collins|17|Female|Power: Communicate with the dead|
Arie let out a large sigh as she walked over to her brother's bed and cut the string that was holding the book with a pair of scissors. She could hear her mom's distant hum from the kitchen as Jax jumped onto her bed. She laughed and walked over to sit by him "You lucky little beast" she joked scratching his ears "you don't even know a mom to hate." Climbing onto her bed which was raised just a bit, her father did it for her because she was afraid that a beast would hurt her if she was to close to the ground. The closer she is to sea level the louder the voices get, though they can be loud whenever they want. Is someone upset about daddys little disappearance, Ari turned to see a fat man, maybe mid-twenties standing there, he was baling and had a large beard with a few tattoos scattered across his face. He wore a white tank top that showed some of his stomach and dad shorts, plus socks and sandals. Though the most interesting or shall we say the most horrifying thing would be the two gunshot wounds, one in the middle of his forehead and the other in his large calf. Staring at him her face fell into an emotionless state as she crossed her arms, trying to look more intimidating. She learned after many years of being messed by them that they were nasty little things, and they followed the people who killed them, so why was he here, unless. Her door swung open and she whipped around to see her mother holding a large knife "Dinners ready sweetie" she purred and walked away.

|James Collins|19|male|Power: Fear|
James forgetting Steve was a cactus let his hand pat Steve which resulted in a lot of yelling, crying, and blood. James rushed to his bathroom and ran his hand under the water for a while, the coolness relaxing him. His eyes trailed up to the mirror and he stared at himself for a moment, his eyes traced over his jawline, nose, lips, freckles, scar, skipping his eye, eye browns, creases in his forehead. He was attractive no doubt in that, but he looks like a photocopy of his dad and that made things hard on his entire family, so when they found out he was a cancer a lot of people were happy to see him go, it didn't help his powers were like a lost puppy dog following his around waiting for destruction to happen. Looking over himself once again he turned off the faucet and wiped his hands on his jeans to dry them. As he walked out of the bathroom he saw Steve lying on the floor unmoving, well duh he isn't moving but that's besides the point, James rushes over to steve and cradles him in his arms "Its ok bud, it's ok I promise im sorry" he cried. He must have thrown hi when he pricked himself. After a while, James had put Steve back onto the table and out new dirt in and knew Steve would be good, just he can't have more tumbles. Walking into the living room he grabbed a small chocolate bottle from his mini-fridge next to the couch and sat down to read catches rye.

♌|Liam|18|Male|Leo|Shifting|Leo|Open|♌
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| Axel King | 19 | male | Power: Telekanisi | Leo | Streets | Mentions: none |

Pushing up his window he looked back at his room and snorted before jumping onto the fire escape. Slowly he made his way down avoiding and ducking under windows so his parents and neighbors didn't catch him. He noticed a little girl sitting at the bottom crying about something an decided that it was best to just keep walking. He juped over her small frame which earned him a small scream of fright. He stopped arubtly when he noticed a small pool of blood, he had to be on the corner in an hour and it was like a forty five minute walk. "Please help" he heard the small girl squeak when he turned around her knees were all bloodied and a sense of anger washed through him. She looked just like, someone he used to know and for some reason it made him made. "Some boys pushed me down the fire exit and I got hurt." he stopped trying to find an excuse to walk away and he walked up to her and kneeled down, some blood soaking up into his jeans. "I'm sorry to hear that, common and let's get you fixed up," Axel grumbled and stuck out his hand for the little girl to grab as he stood up. She stood up and her arms popped in the air, like the motion when you want someone to pick you up. "I can't walk my knees hurt" she whined. Axel narrowed his eyes and crossed his arm s"Your standing right now how- never mind" he grabbed her into his arms "I'm going to drop you off by the supermarket with a few dollars bills and Ill be back in about an hour alright?." The small girl nodded her head and smiled as he ran across the street and then followed the pathway to the supermarket "Why do you sound funky" the little girl asked out of the blue. Axel frowned and his emotionless face broke for a secnond "I have an accent" he replied bitterly. The little girl stayed quiet for a while and Axel thought maybe she had fallen asleep but she broke that dream a bit to quickly "My name is Samantha, people just call me Sam though" she reached up and touched Axel's hair and to his response he slapped her hand "Nice name but don't touch my hair." he growled and then set her down as they got to the supermarket and pulled out his wallet. "Wait but I can't walk" she whinnied and crossed her arms. "Then use a scooter, I have places to be Sam" he spat and handed her a twenty before turning around and heading in the way of the 'corner'

He reached it in no time and was greeted by a blow to the face from a much larger man "Your late sugar pea" the man slurred, from the reek he could tell the man had been drinking and Axel's craving for alcohol grew tremendously "Just give me the money and I'll leave you to it" Axel muttered. The man eyed him and nodded "Alright" he handed Axel a wad of twenties "He hurt my daughter and I just need to you to scare him a bit, maybe rough him up slightly." Axel counted the money and nodded. He walked away, right past the supermarket the little girl was in, she could find her way home, or maybe call the police if need be.