play that funky music void boy

SETTING
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You feel.. Like you've been asleep forever, your mind foggy and an indescribable fear seeming to linger in you, although you don't quite know what you're afraid of. Waking up with a start, looking around at first you see nothing, stretching on and on.. As your eyes grow used to the darkness, you find yourself on strange, purple hued turf, like a floating island in space. Staring out, the 'sky' looks full of far away stars, black aside from purple-ish clouds of what you assume is some sort of stardust cloud in the distance. Little wisps of blue light occasionally light up as they pass by. Looking around, you see more floating platforms of land, some upside down, some sideways. You can even see waterfalls of sorts, crashing down, down into nothing..

The sight, in it's strangeness, you could possibly find beautiful, but a feeling of sickness and repulse is all that you can find yourself feeling. You hear strange screeches, growls and roar like sounds coming from everywhere, faint but clearly heard, like an echo. Perhaps, you might be able to see strange creatures flying high above, or see the silhouette of a large beast devouring the unfortunate smaller ones.. Voices whisper in the cold winds, the place chilling you to the very bone. The night never seems to end- as far as you can tell.

Above you, from purplish black matter forms a human shape.. Vermillion, hovering above you all- 7 red hued wisps floating about him. His hands glow with the strange matter, the ball of it changing in shape and bits of it floating only to reattach to the ball in a fluid motion. His appearance seems to cause a chorus of strange noises, before he speaks in a voice that seems to sound within your minds, multiple voices underlaying a smooth, most likely male voice.

"Oblivion awaits you who arrive in The Void."

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CHARACTERS
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FERN

18/m/5’6

A young fiddler with an instrument that shines so bright and yellow you’d think it was gold. The boy himself is unremarkable; one only remembers a sharp chin framed with soft blond hair, dark clever eyes, and long fingers worn hard with play. He’s quick to pick up a tune any time it seems appropriate, but the sound is always slightly off-key, though you’ll see him tune it often enough. Perhaps he keeps it that way on purpose; even with the tone off, most people find it difficult to keep their feet from tapping to the sound.

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COBALT

(17, M, 5'7") A guy who may or may not have gone a little loopy. An easily fascinated and very loud individual, Colbalt has a little bit of a volume problem- he enjoys making loud proclamations of his unique observations. He apparently went through some sort of trauma to become the way he is, though this coping mechanism seems pretty out there.

He is an adamant member of his own, made-up religion based off of the Roman god Neptune. He carries several "sacred" objects at all times, including a pool net and an inner tube (not blown up, of course). He seems to spend a lot of time looking for prophecies in water.

An eccentric guy, Colbalt tends to speak in a style reminiscent an RPG hero or something similar. He's a nice guy, but it's a little hard to get around his obsession with his religion and his apparent identity as a priest of said religion. Still, he means well.

Short hair, colored a light blonde, and blue eyes. Big scarf (it's a college scarf- go Pittsburg!) and a flannel shirt in a toasty red color. Stained dress pants, and extremely feminine moccasins- that's about the closest he could get to priestly shoes.

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PLUM

34/5'11"/Male

A strong and intimidating man with rough and masculine features. His pitch black hair is cut short and pushed back, his light grey eyes shadowed by dark circles beneath, which tell a tale of long nights with no sleep. Stray stubble lines his jaw and cheeks, and the scent of smoke and cinnamon clings to his clothing.

Though very quiet and unnerving,  Plum is a protective man wearing a long black coat, over a vest and button up shirt with purple tie. Though Plum is not one to talk about himself, its obvious from his actions that he cares about the well being of others. He's surprisingly in touch with his feelings for someone who doesn't show them on the outside very often. Plum tends to carry candy around in his pocket and can often be seen popping one or two in an attempt to soothe his smoking habit.

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LATTE

M/20/5'8"
Do you believe in aliens? This guy sure does. A science fiction novelist with a terribly vivid imagination, he's quick to believe aliens as the source of all of his problems. Failed pop quiz? Aliens. Really bad traffic? Aliens. Being trapped fuckall knows where and being picked off slowly one by one? Aliens.
Despite his odd, alien related sort of paranoia, he's not really a bad dude. Horribly lacking in sociability, poor guy hardly has any idea how to properly converse, but he's a nice enough guy. Tends to frighten rather easily, and really quick to panic when things go bad. Tends to ramble to himself, and anyone really willing to listen. Which is no one. Ever.
Tan skin, dark brown hair and eyes. How the fuck his skin is so tan when he rarely leaves the house is beyond scientists' understanding.

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GOLDENROD

??/F/5'10

Growing up on a farm, she often felt that something was missing. In all the stories she had read true love had been present, but she had never felt her heart beat faster for anyone unless it was in fear. So one chilly midsummers night she set out to climb seven fences and weave a crown from seven kinds of flowers, thus she would dream of the one she would marry. But she failed to remember that should one speak during this escapade the people of the forest will hear you and steal you away to be their bride instead. Upon pricking her finger on the thorn of a rose she blurted out a single word and they were upon her. A beautiful lady with the tail of a fox and a hollowed out back brought her to the forest, where she was given silver robes with a hood she constantly keep pulled up. She escaped the claws of the forest, but was doomed to forever wander the world.

Wearing her silvery robes with the pulled up hood, her face is covered in shade. But in the event that anyone would be permitted to gaze upon it they would see a pale face with gray eyes and a nose that's just a little too big. Her hair is a light blonde color, cut short so it won't be in the way of her clothes.
Around her neck hang several talismans, and in her belt a short staff made out of the purest gold.

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PUMPKIN

19/M/5'9

   Pumpkin is a boy who pushes everyone away from himself with harsh words and glares. Unless there's another reason for him to speak, he'll most likely just say "Get away from me, idiot," before leaving. His insults are mostly empty ones, and he'll only really mean it if a person is being extremely rude. He says he's trying to search for someone improtant to him, but he won't even give a name or a physical description. He's a pretty vague guy and a huge hypocrite. If you manage to stick around even when Pumpkin tells you to leave, he can be pretty nice and if anything, overprotective.
    When most people see Pumpkin however, they don't think "Oh what a rude looking boy," but instead "Oh, should we help that boy in a wheelchair?" Pumpkin lost his right leg in an accident he'd rather not tell and hates when people try to baby him over it. He wears an orange hoodie with elaborate green designs and swirls on them. His ruffled light brown hair needs some serious combing and his intense blue eyes make him seem angry most of the time, which isn't far from truth. The wheelchair itself is gray and undecorated.

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AGENT VERMILLION

M/~292/5'3

Vermillion grew up as a child in Russia cursed with prophetic dreams, like nightmares but he could never differentiate between what would truly become, and what was merely his terrified mind conjuring more terrors.
As he grew older, voices he heard as mere whispers grew louder, drawing him to a thing which was referred to as The Void, The Unknown, The Outside. Voices drew him to find a cave with an old artifact. By putting his hand on the artifact, he was brought into the Void, where his mind was melded with the will of The Void- to gain power and conquer all other worlds. The Void altered his very being, giving him a sort of constant regeneration, regardless of how fatal his wounds are. He was given the abilities to manipulate energy of the Void and its matter, as well as control over much of its inhabitants.
The Void's gifts came with sacrifice, as Vermillion's constant cold killed his parents while he laid with them in terror from yet another nightmare. He was hunted like an animal by people of his home, considered a witch of some sorts.
And he killed them, too. After all, they wanted his blood, what else could he do?
Slowly, Vermillion's mind was bent into a constant lust to kill and simply control- bring the Void to the power it well deserved. He practised hard on his skills, learning mind manipulation. The Void corrupted him- and quite literally, as on his back he bears a black mark up his spine- which literally moves- tendrils growing out and consuming his pale skin the further exhausted of skill he gets from his human body.
He is capable of an entirely different form, a literal beast with only the intention to kill.
In appearance he's small, with large purple eyes- devoid of any iris or sclera-- with a single slightly slitted pupil. He has long platinum blond hair which flows as if constantly in water, a purple scarf with runic markings covering his mouth- the ends tattered. He has a darker purple vest with runes going down either side- the sleeves torn as well as the bottom. Underneath he has a long sleeved black skintight shirt- dark purple gloves with black fingers. He has a belt with a small dagger attached to it, with purple puffy pants- runes going down on the out side of his legs. He has tall boots, black with purple fringe to it. Only the skin of his face is ever visible.
Rather than walking, he floats instead, void matter constantly shifting beneath his feet to push him around. He's thin and small, but his magic power so strong managing to get to him is usually only because he lets you.


Pictures: http://tinypic.com/r/10hsg8x/8
Corruption: http://tinypic.com/r/24w4ls0/8
Corruption MAXIMISES: http://tinypic.com/r/33esosg/8

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CORAL

??/ m / 5'0.

How old this kid is, he seems like he definitely doesn't belong here. Bright peach-pink hair, an eccentric grin, and a love for the ocean, Coral is pretty /weird/, for lack of a better term. He woke up one day on the seashore stark naked with no recollection of his previous life. After being taken in by a shelter, he never really spoke to anyone. This causes him to be very... quiet? Sheltered? Naive? Curious. Yes, curious is a good word. If you insult him, he'll shut up instantly, and most likely stay quiet until you poke a word out of him, in which he'll probably burst like a floodgate with apologies. He has a long braid going down to his lower back, assumed from never cutting his hair. Ever. His lack of communication makes him very easy to trust people he likes. Despite his height, he's extremely muscular. Like, when he flexes, I'm pretty sure people say 'damn'. Damn.