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Flock 1
Avion lets out an indignant hoot. We are all bird kids.
((here's mine againName: Lithos (greek for stone)
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): bird-kid
Appearance: tall, curly dirty blonde hair w/ bangs, tan skin, blue eyes with a ring of yellow in the center,dark brown wings but around the top rim of them they are pure white
Personality: kind, understanding, can kick butt if necessary, Bubbly, can be harsh, sometimes forceful
Powers (if any): can generate high winds or heat by flapping her wings. Can see farther than most.
Skills: can crack a safe in ten seconds flat. knows the history of things. can read a little greek.
History: i don't remember anything from before i was 13. i woke up one morning in a dark ally not knowing who i was. i eventually found my flock.
Other: my one weekness is the cold. my strength will dwindle quite a bit.))
((Name: Skye
Gender: F (uh duuh)
Age: 14
Animal Characteristic: 2% avian
Looks: Blonde hair, light blue eyes (where her name came from) Medium height, very slim
Personality: Shy, a bit withdrawn. Has a sense of humour which she keeps to herself. Is passionate and sensitive to other people's feelings. Which is good when she's not fighting, not so good when she is.
Powers: Technopathy (she's good with technology)
Skills: She has strong senses (eg: hearing vision etc)
Other: She's not Australian this time. That got kinda annoying. Anywhoo...
History: Spent most of her life in a School and was recently moved to a different one.
Name: Spencer
Gender: M
Age: 15
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): Bird-dude. (( I was going to be a evil bird chick, but I changed my mind!))
Appearance:http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/...
Personality: Laid-back, not fussed about life.
Powers (if any): Can withstand extreme conditions. E.g.- extreme heat and cold.
Skills: Dunno…Find some later.
History: Doesn’t know his parents and grew up at the ‘School’.
Other: Pffffffft….
Uh, JD, did you make a character profile? I couldn't find one, sorry))
Name:Jordan
Gender:F
Age:13
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): Bird kid
Appearance: Charcoal black hair with copper highlights (or are they lowlights?**shrugs**), misty grey eyes, medium colored skin, caucasian face, athletic/cuvy body, lean, really strong but not much muscular build but more than average, 5'7", with hawk-like wings.
Personality: tough, quite, protective, strong willed, stubern(sorry, no spell check), not an easy person to read, first asumptions of her are almost always wrong, and she's not good at showing emotion.
Powers (if any): (Flying being the duh factor,)extrodinary strength and when she draws a picture it suddenly appears somewhere in the room.
Skills: master martial artist, weapons expert, and survival specialist
History: joined the flock 3 years ago, but they still don't know much about her before she joined besides that she got her scar that runs down from the middle of her left shoulder blade down to the end of her mixd back. Her spotted falcon wings cover it up though.
Other: Hawk vision ((hehe....)), hears things from long distinces like it's 5 ft away, and can push about 235 at the bench (but she punches WAY harder than that.
Sorry Laura, I copied and pasted these from somewhere else, you mind doing yours?))
Gender: F (uh duuh)
Age: 14
Animal Characteristic: 2% avian
Looks: Blonde hair, light blue eyes (where her name came from) Medium height, very slim
Personality: Shy, a bit withdrawn. Has a sense of humour which she keeps to herself. Is passionate and sensitive to other people's feelings. Which is good when she's not fighting, not so good when she is.
Powers: Technopathy (she's good with technology)
Skills: She has strong senses (eg: hearing vision etc)
Other: She's not Australian this time. That got kinda annoying. Anywhoo...
History: Spent most of her life in a School and was recently moved to a different one.
Name: Spencer
Gender: M
Age: 15
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): Bird-dude. (( I was going to be a evil bird chick, but I changed my mind!))
Appearance:http://cdn.pimpmyspace.org/media/pms/...
Personality: Laid-back, not fussed about life.
Powers (if any): Can withstand extreme conditions. E.g.- extreme heat and cold.
Skills: Dunno…Find some later.
History: Doesn’t know his parents and grew up at the ‘School’.
Other: Pffffffft….
Uh, JD, did you make a character profile? I couldn't find one, sorry))
Name:Jordan
Gender:F
Age:13
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): Bird kid
Appearance: Charcoal black hair with copper highlights (or are they lowlights?**shrugs**), misty grey eyes, medium colored skin, caucasian face, athletic/cuvy body, lean, really strong but not much muscular build but more than average, 5'7", with hawk-like wings.
Personality: tough, quite, protective, strong willed, stubern(sorry, no spell check), not an easy person to read, first asumptions of her are almost always wrong, and she's not good at showing emotion.
Powers (if any): (Flying being the duh factor,)extrodinary strength and when she draws a picture it suddenly appears somewhere in the room.
Skills: master martial artist, weapons expert, and survival specialist
History: joined the flock 3 years ago, but they still don't know much about her before she joined besides that she got her scar that runs down from the middle of her left shoulder blade down to the end of her mixd back. Her spotted falcon wings cover it up though.
Other: Hawk vision ((hehe....)), hears things from long distinces like it's 5 ft away, and can push about 235 at the bench (but she punches WAY harder than that.
Sorry Laura, I copied and pasted these from somewhere else, you mind doing yours?))
((Ok here it it.
Name: Avion
Gender: male
Age: 18
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): Bird Kid
Appearance: My wings were the length and height of a small car each, they were a pure white with black tips on the primaries and secondaries and completely black along the ridge at the top of the wing fading out halfway down the back. Black hair and muscular sexy body
. Personality: Strong willed, loyal.Gets angry really easy.
Powers (if any): Extra strong and quick both on ground and in the air. Can shapeshift.
Skills: Brilliant with bow and arrow and gun, hand to hand and sword.
History:Escaped from the school. Stuff you will need to find out yourself ))
Name: Avion
Gender: male
Age: 18
Species (whitecoat, Eraser, bird-kid, etc): Bird Kid
Appearance: My wings were the length and height of a small car each, they were a pure white with black tips on the primaries and secondaries and completely black along the ridge at the top of the wing fading out halfway down the back. Black hair and muscular sexy body
. Personality: Strong willed, loyal.Gets angry really easy.
Powers (if any): Extra strong and quick both on ground and in the air. Can shapeshift.
Skills: Brilliant with bow and arrow and gun, hand to hand and sword.
History:Escaped from the school. Stuff you will need to find out yourself ))
((COOLIES!))
Avion shifts into a tiger and pads around.
Avion shifts into a tiger and pads around.
((Nah... Shapeshifter. Or no?))
Jordan looked out the window one last time before she quickly grabbed her bad and slung it over her shoulder. She gave Lithos a quick nod and walked out the door. "I'll stay on the ground while you guys fly." She said, her mind obviously off in the distance. She sighed and grabbed a piece of paper and pen from her bag and started drawing.
"Can too. And it's not like I can fly with this." She said pointing at her sholder. She continued drawing, and suddenly she made a Suzuki Hayabusa, one of her favorite and fastest bikes. On the seat were a black leather jacket and helmet. "Riding in the woods, this'll be a first. She said as she slipped on the coat and helmet.
((Oh... So I can't. I just think if they can get them to shapeshift into one creature they should be able to get to with other creatures. Like an extra special experiment.))
Avion looks at the group. Even if the way he was greeted and the way he greeted them wasn't overly great he was glad to have someone.
Avion looks at the group. Even if the way he was greeted and the way he greeted them wasn't overly great he was glad to have someone.
Skye, who was already in the air, looked down in alarm when she heard the thrum of an engine. There was a motorcycle down below... her vision focussed on the rider. She gave a relieved giggle when she saw it was Jordan, not some Eraser.
So where are we going? He asks in everyone's minds. He could only speak into their minds, nothing else.
Who knows? I hope Lithos or Skye has a plan. I just need to get out of here. Jordan thought. She mounted her bike, pushed back the kick stand, and started the engine. "Let's go!" She said as she pushed the gas, going from 0-60 in under a secound. Even with the face mask, Jordan could still feel the wind. The terrain passed her so quickly, becoming a blur in her vision. She could almost feel like she had done this before, but she wasn't quite ut her finger on why. Maybe I've rode a bike before? She thought as she tried to avoid the few trees in her way.
((Laura, hate to break it to you, but you can't just add random powers if it ain't in the profile...))
Skye got a shock when she heard Avion's voice, without his mouth moving. She realised it was in her mind and almost panicked, but managed to keep calm. "Do you guys want to find a city? It's a lot easier to live somewhere surrounded by food and people and shelter. Take it from me."
Skye got a shock when she heard Avion's voice, without his mouth moving. She realised it was in her mind and almost panicked, but managed to keep calm. "Do you guys want to find a city? It's a lot easier to live somewhere surrounded by food and people and shelter. Take it from me."
(( But how is he gonna communicate then? It's only the connection between the avian minds. Ok I'll change it.))
Avion shifts his voicebox back. "I have a gun. We can hunt in the bush. Less people, less chance of discovery."
Avion shifts his voicebox back. "I have a gun. We can hunt in the bush. Less people, less chance of discovery."
Skye raised an eyebrow. Sure, the bush was nice, but they would have to move away again pretty soon anyway, unless Avion had an endless supply of bullets.
Avion sighs. He hates the city but shrugs. Whatever was best for the flock he had just joined.
Skye hears the sigh coming from Avion's direction; he obviously wasn't too happy about the decision. She didn't like forcing people to do stuff they didn't want to do, but for some reason survival was a lot easier when there was food around...
Avion thinks about hunting. The pure adrhenalin. The smell of the gun. His heightened senses with the smell of blood.
"~So where to?~" Jordan asked through the microphone she had put on Skye's bag. That bug was hard to make though. I can't belive how much time it took to make the blueprint for that thing...Jordan thought as she swivled(sp) onto the high way, careful that there where no cops around.
Avion took a running leap and shifted into a Peregrin Falcon.
"Wow, that's really cool," Skye said, once she found the source of Jordan's voice. She was tempted to disassemble the device, find out how it worked. She knew she could put it back together again afterwards, but there wasn't much time. "I don't know, I haven't spent much time in this area. I was in a different School before this one, remember?"
"~Lithos I need directions pronto. Or-Hey! Watch it buddy! Sorry. Um, yeah....Now would be good...!!~" Jordan said as she got out of the way of a giant oil truck. "~Um, in this country, which side of the road do you drive on?~"
((Let's guess america.))"~Guys! Help! At least tell me whether or not I'm supposed to drive on the-gah!-left side of the road or the right!~" She yelled into the bug. What the heck are they doing! They aren't coming from just one side of the road but both! Wait. Those three suv's have been tailing me for about 3 miles now- That's when the shoots rang out. 2 bullets hit the hind wheel of her bike, causing her to spin out of control and eventually flip into the grass on the side of the road. "~GUYS! They've got my location. They might have yours, so get out of-" The line went static after that.
"Crap," Skye muttered, ducking into a dive. She fiddled with the microphone, trying to get it to work again. Nothing. Something must be wrong on the other end. She swung into a huddle of trees near the roadside, breathing heavily and wondering whereabouts Jordan was along the road. Weapons, what could she use as a weapon?
"Crap, you guys! How many times are you coming after me? The deal was off. I'm not for sale anymore." She said as she winced from the bullet wound that had nicked her leg, precisly angled so that Jordan wouldn't be able to run away quick. "The deal was final. We pay them, your our prize. Now be obediant and just come with us already and no one gets hurt." Said one of the man in dark sunglasses and suit who got out of the drivers seats aloung with several other men who looked and were dressed the same way. "Nope. 'Obedience; isn't in my vocabulary." Out of thin air Jordan made a glock handgun, and started shooting rubber bullets at the ground in front of her attackers, buying time for Skye who she knew was nearby.
"Ughh not again," Lithos went into a dive right behind Skye. What many times had they been attacked in the past 2 days? She had lost count, but right now she was focused on saving Jordan.
Skye searched around. There was nothing but sticks and large-ish rocks on the ground. Not much use against guns and whatever else the attackers may have. But she gathered a few rocks and a particularly sharp stick anyway. Then she looked down at the microphone. Maybe she could change the charges, electrocute a few people? It could work? She set down the sticks and started fiddling with the wires of the microphone.
When her attackers got smart and figured out the bullets weren't real they grabbed her, hitting and kicking her a few times till she had a bleeding nose and cuts and bruises covering her body. "Come on, is that really all you got? No wonder you guys need me, you are weak, spinless, idiots that don't know when to give up when thier ahead." Jordan said, her breathing becoming harder and shorter.
Avion lets out a huge screech and dives claws out. They cut into one of the guys faces deep long scratches that would leave scars. He shifts back into a human, with wings. Somehow, don't ask him, everything gets absorbed when he changes. So all of his clothes, and more importantly weapons were still available. He grabs his katanas and begins to advance on the guys. ((lol. MY CHARRIE IS A TANK! :D))
Avion's swords gleamed as he cut up the guys holding Jordan. Blood coated him when he was done, he only had a couple of minor injuries and wasn't even panting.
((Hehe.))
((Hehe.))
"Thanks. They really didn't understand the concept of giving up when they were ahead, did they?" She asked weakly, but with a smirk still on her face. She started to stand up, but winced in pain half way through and fell back down. "Seems they cracked a few ribs, maybe they weren't so useless after-" That was just when a gunshot rang out from one of the fallen men Avion cut down, and as his last action before dying, hit Jordan right between the ribs and hip, hitting mostly muscle. "-all." She finished.
"SH*T" He yells and picks Jordan up cradling her close to his large body. "Jordan. Don't go to sleep, stay awake." He says softly but firmly.
"Don't worry, you big baby. I'm..I'm okay. Just a little beat up, thats all." She said with a smile. She moved her from where she had been shot. "Did I really bleed this much? And I liked this shirt..."She said weakly. "And why can't I go to sleep? I'm gettin' pretty tired all of a sudden..."
"Jordan." He says softly. "Look at me." He swallows hoping to keep her attention.
Jordan looked straight at him, and although there was sweat going down her face, she starred at him, obviously annoyed. "Can we please get out of here, bird brain? This thing is relly starting to hurt...!" She said as a ping of pain came searing on,her eyes squinting for a secound in pain. "I've never liked guns...."
Avion smiles but it quickly falls into a frown. "If we move you you get in more trouble with your injuries."




"Stop showing off, bird-boy, we're leaving," Skye said, raising an amused eyebrow.